Chapter Two: The Rose Takes Root

Alice had a vision. It was one she never thought she would have, it was one she didn't expect was possible to even see. But it was one, to her own disgust, that she found exciting, if not intriguing and it aroused in her more than just simple curiosity.

It was a vision of Rosalie. The blonde was in bed, lying on top of it, sheets askew underneath her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in ecstasy, fangs shining in the bright light that came in through her window. Rosalie was in bed masturbating.

Oh god, Alice thought, why am I having this vision. Why, why, why, why? She wanted to scream out loud and wrench herself free but she couldn't-she could never free herself from her visions. So she was forced to watch in increasing horror, horror at such an intimate moment that she was made to watch, and horror at her own increasing arousal.

The blonde's shirt was halfway up, the bottom of her bra visible. Her toned stomach on display, muscles tensing and relaxing in response to her finger strokes. Her hand was buried deep in her lacy underwear, thrusting in and out harshly, her other hand clutching the pillows hard behind her. Her neck twisted with each new spike in pleasure and her legs twitched, pushing the blankets further off the bed with each new kick.

Her breathing was heavy, sharp cries escaping ever so often when her fingers found the perfect spot. Alice wanted to stop this vision. God, it was so wrong. She'd never had a vision like this before, she didn't even think it was possible to see this if she tried. Why was she being shown this? And why of Rosalie? Was this meant to be torture for her? A show of the forbidden fruit that she couldn't have?

Alice tried to focus on anything else, anything but the squirming blonde and her arousal. Alice was only glad she didn't have a sense of smell in her visions or else the scent of Rosalie right now might have driven her over the edge with madness.

She tried to concentrate on the walls of the room, or the carpet, but the edges of her vision would not let her. It stayed zoomed in on the blonde.

What was the purpose of this vision? Alice asked herself yet again. Why, why, why, was she made to see this? She could not believe it. Did the vision want her to stop Rosalie from masturbating in the future? Would the act of her pleasuring herself bring about the apocalypse, or something? Alice highly doubted that; her glimpses of the future that came to her themselves were meant to help save people. This situation did not seem like that was the case. Were her premonitions starting to lose their power and go batshit insane?

A loud moan pulled Alice out of her frantic thoughts and the pixie noted that the blonde was getting close to release. She didn't want to watch this, but a tiny part of her was enjoying this too much despite her trying to squash that feeling. Vampires are sexual predators, so it only makes sense that I find this exciting. Alice tried to reason but she knew there was an entirely different reason for her arousal. One she had tried to bury long ago.

"A...Al..." Rosalie was very close now and Alice's excitement was rising. She wanted to see Rosalie cum, to see her body tremble and shake in the highest of pleasures. But instead what she got was a cry of "Alice!" and then the vision faded before the blonde found release.

Alice found herself back in Rosalie's room, her senses slowly returning to her. She covered her mouth to hold back a choked sob, her head thrumming with what she had just seen. What the fuck was that? She thought shakenly. What the actual fuck? Had Rosalie been masturbating to her? Oh, god, she couldn't even wrap her head around it, much less begin to comprehend it.

"Alice, are you okay?" Alice had forgotten that Rosalie was still in the room with her, so wrapped up in her vision she had been. Alice drew the hand away from her mouth to look up at the concerned blonde. "You look pale," Rosalie commented, drawing close to Alice. "Well, paler than usual." Her mouth twisted up in a smirk and Alice was reminded how it had emitted those sexy gasps and pants.

When Alice hadn't responded to Rosalie's pun the way the blonde expected, the taller girl got really worried. Alice was looking really distraught, as if she had seen something terrible in her vision and she was visibly shaking all over.

"What is it? What did you see? Tell me so I can help you." The blonde demanded, wrapping a hand around Alice's thin shaking shoulder.

Alice flinched away at this, a bolt of arousal so strongly hitting her that she felt she would have dropped to her knees if not for her vampiric strength. Those fingers had been the ones that Rosalie had used to...

Alice let out another sob, clutching her stomach and looking up with frightened animal eyes at Rosalie. She couldn't do this-she had to leave. Without another word she ran out of the room, registering the pain on Rosalie's face when she saw how Alice had looked at her.

Alice zoomed down the stairs to the back of the house where she bumped into Jasper.

"Ouch, Alice." Jasper winched, rubbing his chest and holding onto the girl's shoulder with his other hand. "What's got you so riled up?" he asked, her chaotic emotions flooding into him. And was that arousal as well? His vampiric side flared up, hungry from the smell coming from between her thighs, but agitated by all the mix of feelings she was emulating. He took a deep swallow to rid the venom that was dripping into his mouth.

"Nothing." Alice insisted trying to move past him but he held firm.

"It's not nothing," he rumbled, his voice deep as he tried to put away his inner vampire. "Your all over the place. Did you have another vision?"

"Alice?" Rosalie's voice called out, tentative. Alice flinched at that. She was going to come after her and she didn't want that now.

"I don't want to talk about it," she hissed, clawing painfully at his hand. "I need to be left alone. To hunt. Now!" The urgency in her voice startled him. What had shaken her up so badly? Was it something with the human, Bella? Had Edward hurt her?

He let her go and she zoomed off into the dark woods around their house.


Alice prowled through the woods, her thoughts as dark as the night around her. How could she ever go back to the house? How could she ever face Rosalie again, look her in the eyes, talk to her, or see her the same? How was she going to keep this a secret? She didn't want Edward reading her mind and seeing this. It would cause so much awkwardness between them.

Kicking a tree from anger and splintering it, she sat with a huff on a rock and put her hands in her hair. What was she to do? Her arousal had faded after her hunting session but not her realization: that no matter how hard she tried to hide it or deny it, her attraction to Rosalie was still there. She had tried to act normal ever since Rosalie had rejected her all those years ago, she had thought she was finally free of these chains, but no, they still bound her and more tightly than ever before. How had she not noticed it before? That all this time she had believed she was overcoming her crush on the blonde, it was only getting worse. And now this, this vision she had, it only added fuel to the fire. She had seen Rosalie in the throes of passion because of her. She was sure the blonde had shouted her name. But why? Rosalie didn't like her, didn't fancy her at all. Had her nicer behavior today make Alice go into a delusional daydream of some sort? Even if it was true what she had seen, then so what? How far was it even in the future? What did Alice do about it? She couldn't just go up to Rosalie and say 'hey I know you like me cause I saw you masturbating to me, so wanna fuck?'.

Tugging hard on her hair, Alice decided she had to leave Forks for a little bit, to clear her head and steel her resolve. She wasn't going to try and get involved with Rosalie again. The blonde had broken her heart the first time, she wasn't going to get a chance to do it a second time. And future be damned; visions could always change. Nothing about this vision was concrete and so Alice wasn't about to get her hopes up, no matter how much the idea of Rosalie finally returning her feelings elated her.

And so it was with this decision in heart that Alice decided to pack up her stuff that same day and leave to Alaska, where she would stay with the Denali coven for as long as it took her to recover.


"Are you sure you should be leaving?" Jasper asked as he watched Alice zoom around the room and pack up her huge polka dot suitcase.

"Of course I'm sure," Alice responded, frowning as she tossed aside one outfit in favor for another one.

"Your still agitated, and your acting recklessly. Your thinking's not straight right now." Jasper insisted, shoving his hands into his pants pockets as he leaned against the door frame.

Alice laughed out loud, a short gleeless sound. Since Rosalie had arrived in the coven her thinking had hardly been straight at all. "Jasper don't worry about me. I just need some time to think to myself and I don't want to burden any of you with my troubles." Alice took out the earlier outfit she had chosen from the suitcase and switched it with the one she had rejected previously. Then still not happy, she switched them again.

Jasper did not agree with Alice. Trying to radiate calming waves he approached Alice and put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from moving away. Looking deep into her eyes he said, "Alice you know your not burdening any of us. We all love you and we're here for you. Please don't run away from your problems. Tell us whats on your mind. Please." Jasper implored, his eyes searching Alice's face for any reaction. But Alice did not crack, keeping firm. She was not about to be talked out of this decision.

"I'm sorry, I have to do this." She pulled away from Jasper who let her do so. He watched with concerned eyes as she trudged to her walk in closet.

"Alice," he began softly. "You won't even tell me?"

Alice felt a snake of guilt wrap around her heart but she knew she couldn't give in. Jasper didn't deserve any of this, he was sweet and considerate of everyone and she knew he had a crush on her. She used to have one on him too, back when he still didn't know he liked her. But it had gone and she wished it hadn't, wished she could like him back. He was everything she had thought she wanted in a man. Tall, emotional, caring, not too muscular and a gentleman above all. But then Rosalie had came, and like a storm she had blown everything that Alice thought or knew out the window, leaving her with storm clouds that followed her every move and idea, that wrecked chaos on her daily life.

When Jasper saw she didn't respond, he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "You should at least wait and talk this out with Carlisle and Esme. They'll tell you what to do."

Alice had contemplated telling Carlisle her vision but it was simply too mortifying to do so. She shook her head no, and went back to pack a pair of kitten heels in her suitcase.

"Please Alice, don't do anything stupid. I don't know what your vision was about but if it's like last time when you almost got killed, then don't do it. You don't have to help the people in your visions by yourself. You have a whole family to support you."

Alice let out a groan. Jasper really wasn't giving up. She turned on him, annoyance flickering from her. "Jasper, I promise it's not anything like that. You just have to trust me." Jasper twisted his lips at this statement and looked like he wanted to continue arguing but one look at Alice's stubborn expression and he nodded his head reluctantly.

"Just promise me you'll return in one piece." He pulled her into a hug before she could react, and she relaxed into it, enjoying the way his calming waves made her feel less agitated.

"I will. And I'll call you if anything." She promised pulling away from him and smiling up at his golden eyes. He smiled back tentatively at her but didn't say anything else for the remainder of the time that she packed.

When she was finished she stood in the foyer of the house, waiting to say her goodbyes to her family.

"How long will you be gone?" Emmett asked, scratching the back of his head as Alice made sure to put on her cute jacket.

"She'll gone for roughly a month." Edward answered from the front room which was by the foyer. He was playing Lacrimosa by Mozart on the piano, something extra depressing because Alice was leaving. Alice frowned at this.

"Stay out of my head, Edward." She instinctively put up a mental barrier but Edward tsked. "I'm only trying to figure out why my sister is leaving so rapidly. And since she won't say anything..." he put up his hands and shrugged before resuming his playing.

Alice shook her head in exasperation. She turned to survey her family, all of them standing a bit awkwardly around her. Emmett had his muscular arms crossed over his chest, Jasper stood hunched over, his hands deep in his pockets and Rosalie stood the farthest away from all of them, leaning against a wall and face unreadable. Alice generally tried to look away from Rosalie and not stare at her too much.

She was going to miss them and she felt bad for leaving so rapidly but she had to go. "You really wont wait for Carlisle and Esme?" Jasper asked, in a last bid attempt to keep her here longer.

Alice shook her head no. "Well I'll see you guys soon. And yes Edward, I'll tell Bella goodbye on my way out. I'm sure she'll be very distraught if I didn't." The human had grown on Alice, who always had wanted to interact with a human but was disappointed when they turned out to be too scared of her to approach.

"Are you taking a plane there?" Emmett asked.

"No, I was thinking of walking there, maybe sight see on the way around. It's been a while since I've traveled anywhere." Alice sighed and grabbed her suitcase. It was time to finally get going. Vampires often left covens and then came back after a certain amount of time. She was sure the Cullen's knew this, although no one had left in the five decades they had been together.

"Do the Denali's know your coming over?" Jasper asked, stalling for time. Alice smiled at this attempt.

"Yes, they do." A quick phone call had assured that was all arranged. Then before anyone could say anything else she tore through the door and away from Forks Washington, the fact that Rosalie hadn't said anything to her weighing heavily on her heart.