[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.
[A/N] Today's update is dedicated to my reader katvrah
4
She insisted on driving me home in her car. I watched her fascinated how she handled the vehicle with the biggest ease. Father always insisted that women were not capable of understanding the complicated mechanics. Inside the cabin of the car I had to sit closer to her than on the couch. Her hands were perfect. The nails short and polished, the skin on the back free of freckles. It was white like the purest snow. I felt a strange urge to touch it with my bare fingers. I tugged down my gloves and rubbed my own hands together. It felt so awkward to be near her. Yet, at the very same time it was so wonderful. She was friendly to me and had complimented the dress I was wearing. I wanted to tell her I thought her to be the fairest lady I had met, but I didn't dare to. My adoration was something I would enjoy in secret.
"You are a very quiet girl, Alice. Aren't you?" Isabella told me keeping her eyes on the streets, while I felt unable to keep mine from hers. Before we had left her house, she had dabbed a bit of blush on her pale cheeks. The rosy color blended perfectly into her flawless skin. It was her mouth though that fascinated me the most. It looked smooth and crimson red, like blood.
As soon as the thought of blood was in my head, the visions began flashing. They were too fast, too blurry. It was like watching a moving picture that was being played at the wrong speed. I could see a puddle of blood. There was a deer rushing through the forest. It was running as fast as it could, yet I know it wouldn't escape. I didn't want it to escape. I knew the hunter needed to catch this deer.
"Alice?"
I jumped. My knees hit the hard dashboard above them and I winced in pain. The last thing I had seen in my vision was someone hovering over the poor deer. It was almost like watching a hunt. Only, that I couldn't hear the sound of guns going with it.
"Are you well? Your heart is racing." She sighed and inhaled deeply through her parted lips.
How can she know a thing about my heart? My face was most likely flushed red and sweaty now. I reached for my forehead. It was damp with perspiration. Before I could wipe it off, Isabella handed me a handkerchief.
"I am sorry." I told her. "Sometimes, I don't quite feel like myself." I pressed the handkerchief above my mouth and inhaled its lavender scent. The tissue had nothing on her though. Whatever perfume Isabella was wearing, her skin, hair and her whole body had absorbed it and made it a part of her. I tried to name the scent. But it was difficult. Divine was the word that came to my mind.
"Oh I understand." She said in a low voice. "I know exactly how that feels, to not feel quite like yourself anymore."
I nodded and smiled without showing my teeth. I doubted that she could have any idea how much out of myself, I tended to feel. In my visions, I could fly or jump from tree to tree like some kind of wild animal. Isabella would think me crazy, should I tell her about my strange visions. Everyone I had told about them, thought me insane. I know I wasn't. I know the things I could see came true. Almost, every time.
One time I had warned Julianna about taking the train home at night. I was nine and had cried against her apron, begging her to stay with me. I told her that she was going to get hurt if she took the train. I hid her shoes and handbag under the porch and only brought them out again, when father threatened to give me a "spanking, I wouldn't forget." Still, Julianna missed the train that night. The day after, the newspapers, didn't say anything about a train accident. I risked getting in trouble for nothing. My visions were traitorous. They didn't want me to share them with other people.
"We are here." Isabella announced. Her voice sounded sad. Or maybe, I liked to imagine it to be sounding sad. By now, she had to have noticed I was weird. I wasn't like other humans. I could see things that were going to happen. I could see the future in all its light and darkness.
The passenger's door was opened and Isabella held out her hand to me. "Good night, Alice. I hope to see you again very soon."
I took her hand and stepped out of the car. Her touch was very gentle. It was as if she was afraid to break me like I was fragile glass. "I hope so too." I whispered. "Thank you for bringing me home."
Isabella let go of my hand. It felt cold after she had held it in hers. Yet, I felt warm all over my body. Maybe I was developing a fever?
From far away, something howled. It didn't sound like a dog and wolves haven't been seen here in many years. I shivered.
"Don't be scared. It's just a poor animal out there." She leaned closer to me and murmured. "I will not let it get close to you, Alice."
I was puzzled and mumbled a last good-bye. I lifted my hand to wave at her when she stepped back inside the car and drove off. Her handkerchief was still tucked into the pockets of my jacket.
I will not let it get close to you. Her voice echoed in my head. They made the fine hairs on my neck rise. Was it possible? Could it be possible that she knew what was out there? Was there any chance she could know what was after me? And if she knew, how on earth could she think that she would be able to stop it?