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The Unknown Game

Carlisle paced around the living room, his head in his hands. It seemed as though he was having a conversation with Edward, since every now and then Edward's head would shake or nod. Eventually Carlisle sank into one of the pristine white couches with a sigh.

"Not good," he muttered.

"It's probably a joke," Emmett said, a smirk clear on his face. "There's no way people are even trying to make up rumors yet."

"It would still be nice to know who wrote it," Edward answered, his face stern and unpleased. He tapped his foot nervously. It was making me nervous too.

"Emmett's right, it's probably nothing... but there's no harm in being cautious," Carlisle agreed.

"Um," I started to say quietly, but was interrupted when Jasper came flying in with a piece of computer paper.

"This is a list of everyone at school who has similar handwritting," he said with a flurry of words. I didn't even need to look at the paper to get an idea of who it was. I probably already knew.

"Um," I tried to say again. Emmett bursted in with his own thoughts this time. He tapped the paper vigorously at one of the pictures.

"This girl, she's in my History class. It might be her, she was eyeing me the entire time." He held up the paper to show us. Not even the right hair color. This girl's hair was almost as blonde as Rosalie's.

"Act-" I was interrupted again, this time by Edward.

"You only remember her because she looks like Rose," he commented. Bright minds think alike I suppose...

"Well," and I was again interrupted. Emmett took offense to what Edward said.

"This girl is no comparison to my beautiful wife!" he bellowed.

"Guys?" I muttered. I couldn't be heard over Emmett and Edward though.

"I never said she did, I just meant that there is a resemblence."

"What if I said some random girl reminded me of Bella and she was down right ugly? What would YOU do?"

"GUYS!" I finally screamed. They looked at me as if they were deer and I was thirsty. "Thank you. Now as I was trying to say before no one listened to me, I think I know who it is."

"You do?" Jasper asked quietly.

"I think. There was this girl in the lunch room. She was glaring over at us the entire time. I'm not sure why... but she glared directly at Emmett and Edward." There, I said it.

"Would you be able to identify her for us?" Edward's elegant voice came.

"Of course. Let me see the paper." Jasper handed me the now crumpled paper. I straightened it out and examined the photos. There she was, her blue eyes bright and deep. Under her picture read 'Alyza Martin'. "Her," I said, not wanting to look at her any more. It was as if she was glaring at me on the paper too.

"I don't remember seeing her anywhere," Emmett confessed.

"Me either," said Edward.

"It was definitely her. Her eye color is unmistakeable," I said, defending myself. I saw they had their doubts.

"We'll keep a close eye on her," Carlisle answered. He at least seemed to believe me. Jasper circled her picture with a purple magic marker, then returned to his room with Alice. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Let's just ignore it for now and pretend nothing happened," Carlisle suggested. I could deal with that.

I stood from my place at the bench of Edward's grand piano. Realizing I was leaving, Edward swiftly stood as well and walked with me to our room. It was in the basement of the old house Esme was working on renivating. I know, when you hear basement you think cold, wet, and dark. Our room was the opposite. It was covered in the gold material Edward's room had been back in Forks when I first met him. His CD collection wrapped around the entire room, leaving space for a blown up picture here and there. The pictures were of him and I, a few when I was still human. All were in black in white, and all were of us holding eachother, laughing. They all seemed natural, that we weren't smiling because a picture was being taken, but because we just were at the moment. I loved those pictures the most.

The ceiling was a mural Esme and I were painting. It wasn't quite done yet; most of it was just white. The floor was covered in a gold, shag carpet. It was so very soft to the touch, it made one feel as though they were in heaven. In the middle of the room was a large, circular mattress with black silk sheets and genie style pillows. Next to it was a crimson red side table that held more pictures and a few different remotes for Edward's sound system. In one corner of the room was my art studio. I'd gotten into sketching a few years back and just took to it. I adored it. In another corner of the room was a door that lead to a medium sized walk in closet, which in turn lead to our bathroom.

The bathroom was spectacular as well. One wall was just a mirror. Two small sinks were placed at either end of that wall. A half wall of glass blocks were in the middle of the room, seperating it from the large, spa like tub. The entire room was pure white. Beads hung from the ceiling. It was like a comerical bathroom you see when those women are sleeping and are dreaming of the bold look of something or other. It came from an utter fantasy.

Edward closed the door and wrapped his arms around my waist, leading me to our sitting place.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked me quietly.

"Mmmm, your choice," I answered. He walked over to one of the walls of his collection, picking out a random CD, and placed his choice in a small stereo near my studio. He came back over to me, grabbing a remote and pressing play in one swift movement. Suddenly we were surrounded by the sounds of Debussy. He rubbed his nose along my jaw, inhaling deeply.

"Long day," he muttered.

"Sure, sure..." I said quietly.

"Mmmm," he sighed, enjoying my scent. "Be right back." Then he was up, dashing over to our closet. I figured he was changing out of his rebel look and back into the clothes he usually wore. When he came back, he was wearing a pure white shirt and some khaki pants. Much more him.

"Feel better?" I asked casually as he made his way back to his spot next to me.

"Much," he replied, giving me a light kiss. Then he ran to the door.

"Hey, I wasn't finished kissing you!" I complained. He merely chuckled. As he opened the door, I saw Alice bounding down the stairs, yelling 'guess, guess'.

"We're playing baseball," Edward said in monotone.

"Of course, do you want to?" Alice asked once she reached the bottom.

"Certainly." I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Bella?"

"Sure, sure. If you don't get mad at me for breaking something again." Alice giggled, then bounced up the stairs again. Edward shook his head, scoffing at his sister. He mumbled something like, 'overexcitement'. I understood why she was so happy though. It would be our first game in London. Today should be memorable.

Edward sat next to me again, sighing and stretching. "Long day," he repeated. I snickered.

"Long day indeed." And then I kissed him.

"BATTER UP!" Emmett yelled. He threw the small white ball in the air a few times just to be dramatic. A huge grin was clear on his face. Teams had been decided before we even arrived. It had taken far too long to get here, so we got bored. Alice saw the clearing in her vision, but she didn't quite know how to get here. Edward got frustrated when he kept getting too far ahead and needed to come back. I told him that's what he got for trying to out shine us.

Esme and I planted ourselves on some rocks. I decided to play ref with her today, since she didn't quite feel like playing and otherwise the teams would be uneven. It was fine by me, I wasn't the best player in the world. Infact, I couldn't even be considered a player. At least now I knew what a strike was.

Jasper took his place at the bat. He crouched down, waiting for his pitch. Emmett's smirk became more pronounced as his wrist flicked and the ball went flying into Carlisle's awaiting hand.

"Strike one," I said calmly. I looked over at Esme to make sure I'd called it right. Apparently I had. My eyes darted back to the game as Emmett's wrist flicked again and Jasper swung at the almost invisible ball, a loud crack following. I saw Edward dash after it as Jasper flitted around the bases. The ball bounced on the ground once, just to be snatched up by Edward and thrown to Emmett at the pitcher's mound. Jasper had made it to third.

Next up was Rosalie. She sauntered up to home plate, seductively grabbing the bat with her slim hands. She blew on the bat before gripping it, moving her perfect hips in a very sexual manner. Damn, she was good. There was no way Emmett would be able to go too hard on her when she acted like that.

"Don't pay her mind," Edward said with a snicker. "Think of that girl in History class." Emmett threw the ball at Edward as hard as he could.

"SHUT IT!" he bellowed.

"Boys!" Esme shouted in warning. All Edward could do was chuckle. He threw the ball back to Emmett so he could wind up his pitch. Emmett took in some deep breaths with his eyes closed, trying not to see Rose I supposed. She was being rather mean to him. Then his eyes flew open as his wrist flicked, coming dangerously close to Rose. She gasped.

"Ball," Esme announced. Then Rose took her base.

"I see who's wearing the pants in your relationship," Edward mumbled behind Emmett. Oh he was being quite mean.

"What'd you say?!" Emmett spat, spinning around.

"I like your pants. When's the next shipment?"

I had to laugh at what Edward was doing. It was simply halarious. Emmett was clearly steamed. When Alice went up to bat, Emmett threw the ball hard. I was surprised when Alice hit it. All three of the basemen flitted around the bases until Edward had caught the ball and gotten both Jasper and Rosalie out by throwing the ball back to Emmett in time for him to tag them. It was truely impressive.

"HA HA!" Edward yelled as he ran over to Carlisle and Emmett. Emmett gave him a stone hard hive five.

Carlisle walked up to bat. He swung the thing around slowly, looking as if he wasn't quite sure that he could do this. Then Alice took her stance. Her wrist flicked quickly, and Carlisle swung so fast it was practically invisible. He was just as quick at gaining his homerun. Jasper threw the ball back to Alice once he retrieved it. Emmett walked up to the plate, gripping the bat tightly. Alice took her stance to throw the ball again, but then she stopped.

"Alice?" I called. The ball fell from her limp hand as she sank to her knees. "Alice!" Jasper rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her.

"Al?" he whispered in her ear. She began to shake violently. "Alice?!" Carlisle rushed over to her, taking her in his arms to lie her down flat. He lightly shook her.

"Mary Alice, are you alright?" Carlisle asked gently. Then she went still. No, she went rigid. It must have been one intense vision. I was completelty clueless as to what to do. I looked over to Edward who seemed just as stiff. I walked over to him slowly as he began shaking his head. I placed my hand on his shoulder, making him sit with me. As I rubbed his shoulders, I gazed over to Alice. Her condition seemed to be getting worse.

After what seemed to be forever, Alice stood up. She bounced around, grabbing the ball and readying her stance.

"Well, are we going to play ball or what?" she said rather cheerfully. Too cheerfully. Edward looked at her with saddened eyes.

"Alice," he whispered. She gave him a knowning look that only made him sadder. But, then he nodded in understanding. He sighed as he stood up. "But I don't think playing is such a good idea anymore..." he mumbled as he began to walk away. I glanced back at Alice, still sitting on the ground myself, and noticed that her cheerful smile didn't reach her eyes.

"So the game has begun," she mumbled before placing the ball in her pocket. I stood up and ran over to Edward, wrapping my arms around his waist. It was obvious that the game we meant to play was over. However, as Alice said, apparently a new game had unraveled. I wanted to ask Edward, but he seemed utterly disturbed by what Alice saw. Instead, I just held him tighter, looking up into his sorrow filled eyes.

"Are you going to be ok?" I asked him softly.

"Of course," he answered just as quietly.

"Is Alice?"

"She's use to visions like that by now..." His tone seemed much, much darker than I had ever heard his voice before. I held him tighter still.

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