Alice's POV:
I was afraid to leave Morgan by herself in her room, but I guess everyone has a right to some alone time. I sighed as I walked down the steps and into the living room. "Is she okay?" Esme asked sadly. I shrugged.
"She wanted some time to herself." I answered. I looked at Jasper, sitting on the couch and staring out the window. I couldn't imagine how it could feel to be the new vampire in the family like he was. "Jazz?" I asked, sitting down next to him. "Are you alright?" He looked at me, smiling.
"I'm fine." I smiled back at him.
"Well, that's good. Have you talked to Morgan yet?" I asked, expectantly. He shook his head slowly.
"No…" "Oh! That's okay. We'll have time to properly introduce you later." "Do you honestly think she'll be okay living here?" Rosalie piped up. It was Edward's time to speak. "I think she'll get used to it. She seems like to the down-to-earth kind of girl." He said, thoughtfully. "I agree." I chipped in.
I heard footfalls coming down the stairs. Morgan stepped in, quietly and petite.
"Are you doing alright, dear?" Esme asked gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. Morgan smiled a little. "Yes. I'm doing much better, thank you. I just needed some time to think." (IN THIS CHAPTER- EDWARD GOES TO ALASKA BECAUSE OF A NEW GIRL AT SCHOOL.)
"Well, normally all of our adoptive children are going to Forks High School. But since you're a newborn, would you mind if you could stay here?" Carlisle asked. I could see Morgan was stunned by the question at first—probably thinking she'd have to stay away from humanity for the rest of her life—but then she slowly answered, "No."
"When you get more control over your thirst, you will be able to enroll there, though." Esme added.
"Oh. Well, yes, that's fine." Morgan said. I looked at the clock in the kitchen—that we really never used—and read that it was 11:00 at night. I wasn't tired. "Alice, can you take Morgan to her room and tell her about the things she will have to get used to?" Esme asked. I nodded without looking up. I suppose I looked rather perturbed and anxious. I started walking up the stairs—silently, I might add—and Morgan followed. "Do you think she'll ever get used to being a vampire?" I heard Edward's voice. I glumly walked into Morgan's room, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation.
"What did Esme want you to talk to me about?" Morgan said curiously, leaning against a wall. I sat on the desk's chair. "For one thing, Morgan, we can't go out into sunlight." "Oh. Do we get scorched like in the movies?" she asked, rather enthusiastically.
"Er…no. Our skin sparkles like tiny diamonds shining on our skin. There's these group of vampires named the Volturi. They are basically the rulers of all vampires. They keep the rules in order and eliminate others who don't. Never go out into the sunlight because there is always a chance of the Volturi intervening." I explained.
"So…" she said, her voice a little sheepish, "like the police? Sort of, but not really?" she asked. I shrugged. "I guess you could call them that." I said, chortling a little.
Morgan grinned. "Are you and Jasper like…?" she entwined her fingers together. I smiled a little. "Yes. And Rosalie and Emmett, Carlisle and Esme." I said. She looked surprised. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Edward has no one…?" I smiled sadly. "No."
"Did he ever have anyone?" she asked a sad looked forming in her eyes. "No… it is very sad. Because he is a wonderful person, with so much to contribute to the world…with no one to share it with." I said. "He must be lonely." She said, quietly. "He says that he likes it that way. And he has us, which he said, was enough for him." I said, remembering.
"He cannot honestly believe that." She said. A small smiled played on my lips. I shrugged. "Because…I know that somewhere in this world everyone has someone who they'll be with for forever." She said, thoughtfully smiling.
"I think so, too." I said smiling. "But, I think it's just Edward's personality to believe that he will be alone for eternity. But," I said flashing a devilish grin, "he will find her. Soon enough."
"How do you know?" she asked her eyes in awe.
I thought about it and chose my words carefully. "Let's just say it's…intuition."
"Well, if you say so, Alice." Morgan said, looking cheerful. I sighed with relief. Maybe she was beginning to calm down, beginning to feel welcome. I looked out the window I felt my lips turn down into a frown.
"But what is unclear is how long their relationship will last." I murmured to myself.
"What?" Morgan asked, her smile disappeared and turned into a worried look. "Alice, are you alright?"
I straightened up quickly. "Yes. Morgan, do you miss your family terribly?" I asked her.
She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. But, I don't want to be near them now."
My breath caught in my throat. "Why is that?" She didn't feel responsible for her family's grief, did she? It was never her fault that those vampires—and I will find out who he is and soon—drank her blood. I swallowed hard.
"Well…I'm not sure how I'll react seeing a human and the scent of their blood. I don't want them to get hurt by me than they do already. My mom and my sister…all alone in our big house. I can't help but think; 'This is what I did to them. My mother who cared for me all these years…will never see her first born again…'" she put her head in her hands. "And it's all because of me. I could've done something to stop them from—"
"There was nothing you could do!" I said, shaking her a little. "Morgan. There was nothing at all you could've possibly done to prevent this. It was fate. Karma. Whatever. But you," I said staring at her intently, "are strong. You took all of this level-headed and I'm still amazed you haven't gone into complete shock yet. You don't value yourself enough. You're strong, not weak, Morgan. Remember that." I said.
She sighed.
"Is there anything else you need to talk about?" I asked, lowering my voice.
"No…" she mumbled. I wonder if I was too harsh on her.
"Well, okay then. I'll be downstairs if you need me." I said, turning. I was heading out of her door when she said something.
"Alice?"
I faced her. "Yes?" I asked, smiling warmly at her.
"Thank you. For everything. You're a great friend. And I'm sorry if I seem ungrateful to you. It was just a lot to take in…and it still is."
I smiled at her. "No problem. And I apologize if I seemed like I was angry with you, too. It's just that I was sort of irritated how you really don't admire yourself as you should. You're a beautiful person, Morgan, and I hope you'll accept that." And after that, I took my leave.
The next day, a Monday, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Edward and I all headed back to school. Morgan stayed behind to help Esme around the house.
I rode with Edward in his Volvo just for today. "Do you like Morgan?" I asked him.
He looked at me briefly then back to the road.
"I guess. She's quiet so I don't know much about her. Her thoughts are anxious, though. She seems nice enough. I'm just hoping she'll settle in nicely." He said, thoughtfully.
"So in English, you like her?"
He sighed. "As a friend, yes." He said. I could obviously tell he was exasperated with me. A smile formed in my lips.
"I think she's a very nice girl. I believe we'll become the best of friends." I said, smiling at our little chat last night.
Edward eyed me curiously. "No doubt that you will." He said, chuckling.
"Oh, Edward. I think there's a new girl." I said pointing out the windshield at a girl with long brown hair and brown eyes. Edward went silent for a moment, gripping the steering wheel in an iron grip. "Careful, ace." I cautioned, not wanting him to wreck his car.
"Great. Another person to stay away from." He hissed under his breath, while parking.
We got out, and walked over to Rosalie's BMW gracefully. It was beginning to sprinkle. "Hurry up, Emmett!" I said, "Or my new outfit will get soaked!" I said. He laughed and went slower. I gritted my teeth. "Honestly. Boys." I muttered. Rosalie walked beside me and giggled.
Edward walked beside Emmett and Jasper, glaring at the new girl.
From my last vision, I think Mrs. Cope said her name was Bella. Bella Swan.
Why did Edward take an immediate dislike to her?
Morgan's POV:
I sat in my bedroom, staring up at the ceiling and occasionally looking out the window.
I heard a knock on my door, and I said, "Come in." Esme walked in.
"Oh, hey!" I said smiling at her. "I just would like to thank you again for letting me stay here. I hope it's no trouble. And the room is beautiful, and the view is impeccable."
Esme smiled, she was looking relieved. "I'm so glad. I'm sorry if it isn't exactly as you pictured it."
"No, no!" I said, shaking my head. "It's perfect.