Oh her. This is not good.
"That's not all."
We both looked at her. Surely there couldn't be anymore…
"They were looking for you."
We both looking at her. She was running her hand through her short blonde hair. Not as short as Alice's, though.
"What?"
They were looking for Alice?
"Yeah, I found out afterwards that they'd heard about a girl who had visions. I didn't understand because I thought… Well, you know."
Alice smiled at Cynthia.
"Yeah, that was four years later. I wasn't around."
I just sat there, they wanted her?
"Yeah, they believed they were misinformed and stopped looking. I'm sure they would've found you by now if they were looking."
She was right. I put my arm around Alice, and Cynthia smiled.
We went up to our room, leaving Cynthia with Rosalie. The boys were off doing who knows what.
I sat on the bed, next to Alice.
"So,-"
"I just can't believe it! She's actually alive!"
I smiled, hugging Alice. Everyone else was amazed. But she was invited to stay, and accepted.
"I know. Rosalie seems to like her."
Alice looked at me, she knew what I meant, they seemed to like each other.
"Yeah. I thought she was going to say something about us."
So did I, but I didn't say anything.
"Want to practice a bit?"
I looked down at Alice, we were cuddling on the bed. Emmett was downstairs pestering Cynthia, Edward was with Mitch, Adam was designing (yes designing) a game, and Rosalie was in her room.
"Are you sure?"
She looked at me, shaking her head.
"How many times do I have to tell you it's OK?"
I looked away, it wasn't that I minded, I just can't control what I see.
"It's not that. I just can't control what I see, and-"
"Hey, slow down. Whatever it is, we'll get through it, OK?"
Still unsure, I took her hand. I felt that pull in the back of my mind, and closed my eyes.
She was 19, I saw what happened. How she was changed. I saw-
I opened my eyes, looking at her. She looked as shocked as I felt. I never want to see that again.
I put my arm around her, pulling her onto my lap. She put her head on my shoulder, clearly upset. The door was ajar.
"Esme, Rosalie. Could you come up here please?"
They were in front of me in seconds. I knew she wouldn't want Cynthia seeing her like this.
"What happened?"
They both looked at her, and I looked at Esme, as she spoke.
"We were practicing with my ability, and we saw ….. We saw what happened when she was changed."
They both looked at me, thankfully they had closed the door. But that didn't mean Cynthia hadn't heard me call the others. She walked in, seeing Alice on my lap.
"What's the matter?"
She knelt in front of Alice, looking at her.
"I can see into her past, it's from being her mate. I saw what happened when she was changed."
I kissed the top of her head, squeezing her shoulders.
Alice sat up, looking at the 4 of us.
"Sorry. That was just-"
"You don't need to apologize. OK?"
I looked at Esme, as she looked at her daughter. Her face full of concern.
Alice looked at her, and looked away.
Esme eventually calmed Alice down enough to think straight. They left, each of them hugging her, The other two calmed her down a bit, but not as much.
"Sorry about that."
I looked at her, shaking my head.
"Pixie, you don't need to apologize. It was a shock, for both of us. I never want to see you like that again."
Alice sat on my lap and I wrapped my arms around her, she pushed me back, cuddling into my side.
"I love you, Bella."
"I love you to, pixie."