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EMMETT

I walked lazily over my meal. The grizzly's bristly brown hair wavered like a white flag--the surrender came too late. He was finished. The blood sloshed in my stomach wholly and nicely. I groaned in pleasure, rubbing my stomach and walking into the clearing.

"Hey, sweetie. Get enough?" Rosalie rose from a few deer laying at her stiletto shoes. It looked like they had melted from seeing her striking beauty. A brisk wind picked up and flashed the hair away from her perfect face…

We walked to each other, hands held out. She smiled bubbly-ish and leaned into me. She sighed, happily being crushed in my embrace.

I looked up to see Edward leap out of the bushes. He swatted at the twigs in his messy hair and walked over to us. "You guys get enough? Ready to head out?" he asked.

I laughed. "No way, I'm still hungry!" I nuzzled Rose's neck playfully, making gurgling and slurping noises as if I was devouring her throat. She shrieked in laughter--something I couldn't get enough of these days.

"Geez. I'll let you feast…I guess. I'll go get Alice and Jasper and head out. Come home before the weekend, alright?" Edward rolled his golden eyes teasingly and launched out of the clearing.

"Now, you are all mine." I whispered with false fierceness and knocked her feet out from under her, cradling her like a baby.

"Oh, please! Anything but that!" she wailed, grinning. I bent down to kiss her throat--on full display as she leaned back in false horror.

I chuckled and ran into the trees, ominous and dark.

CARLISLE

I plucked the keys from the ignition. They lay in my white palm--keys and one keychain: '#1 Dad'. Alice had given it to me long ago--the paint chipped off the cartoon-like engraving. It was something a young seven year old bought for under two dollars for his father. The left side of my mouth pulled into a tired smile as I pictured my lovely daughter Alice, so caring and beautiful inside and out.

When I walked inside, Esme fluttered up to me, helping me shrug out of my doctor jacket. I smiled at my lovely Esme, and kissed her shining ruby lips. "Kids still out?" I asked. She nodded.

"I've been a tad lonely all day. Shouldn't be too much longer, though." Her stain soft hand slipped into mine--like a puzzle piece to my own. She led me to the piano and sat. Her purple day dress fell around her black tights airily. Her fingers found the ivory keys; her eyes closed and she smiled fondly.

She played a soft trickling piece--like a baby creek running over pebbles. She swayed her head, humming. Sitting beside her, I reached around her shoulders, humming, too. It was like I already knew this piece.

"This can be our song." Her golden eyes shone pale and lovely. I gave her another peck on the lips, grazing her cheek with my fingertips. We sat like that; leaning into each other and humming, until the door knob turned and we heard laughter. We rose, hand in hand, to greet out children.

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Alice and Esme flitted around the flowers in the crystal vase. Alice clipped off the dead buds while Esme touched the smooth petals happily, and they seemed to become brighter and more vibrant at her fingertips. Alice had been so thrilled to have found them unharmed by the fierce coldness. Her face brightly shone upon the flowers.

Edward and Jasper were playing chess--our entertainment in the house. Jasper crossed his arms, accusing Edward in his mind, his brow furrowing. Edward chuckled at his annoyed brother. A scar on his pinched brow lit up in the lamp light when Jasper sighed and flicked over his queen. Edward still laughed until his brother supressed a chuckle himself. They both erupted in snickers at eachother.

Emmett and Rosalie huddled together, each with an earbud in, leading to Emmett's iPod. Rose bobbed her head subtly to the music that we could all hear without the buds anyway. I crinkled my nose. Sounded like hip hop. Not quite my taste. I smiled despite myself.

I crossed the floor, my shoes pittering the wood panels, and grabbed three flowers from the delicate display. I broke down the stems with a flex of my pinky, and put the first in Esme's lovely caramel hair. The flower, red and flecked with ebony, made her cheeks look actually rosy and her hair luminous. She grinned and touched it.

I made my way to my daughters, Alice and then Rosalie. The little flower perched behind Alice's ear, surrounded by somehow angelic black spikes. Alice's pretty little eyes sparkled in the kitchen light. Rose beamed at me when I slipped it into her golden rod locks. I wished there was a fourth flower I could give…

I sat on the white loveseat, eyeing my Esme-- grinning from the breakfast nook. Edward looked away.

ALICE

"Another day over." I sat crisscrossed on the plush carpet, gazing over at Jasper. He sat on a black chair, inches from the all-glass wall. The snowdrift reflected, making the sky a dull gray-pink.

"Jasper." I said simply. He looked down at me, his hair looking white-silver in the calm ligting, then slid from his perch to sit with me. He silently took both my hands, and I caressed an upraised scar on the back of his palm with my pinky. He kissed me sweetly, then. I looked up at him from under my dark bangs. I placed my lips on his left cheekbone, silently touching his silk hair. Night time--when I could truly be myself around him in the private darkness.

He pulled me close, and I leaned at him, arms burrowed beneath eachother's ribs. I took him to the ground, the plush white carpet raising around us. I laid over his chest and pressed my cheek to it, longing to hear a heartbeat.

Silence.

I brushed my fingers up above my head; down his neck and over his shoulders. He sighed.

I curled up closer, gazing at a familiar scar on his left forearm. It looked so pale white and the dreary weather cast over it. I kissed his chest, muffled by the shirt, and closed my eyes tight. Why be sad? I had Jasper. My Jasper. All I needed. My eyes fluttered open and I twisted my neck to kiss my meaning of life.

Jasper and I lay there all night, mostly in silence…sometimes whispering to each other. Just to murmur the other's importance. I looked at the glass wall; the sun was making the stain-black night wash to blue. I looked at Jasper, and he looked back. I rested the heel of my hand on his temple, gently tangling my fingers in his hair. The clock behind Jasper said it was 6:00 AM. I sighed.

"Time to get ready, Jazz." I muttered.

"We don't have to shower or eat breakfast, in case you have forgotten vampires have no use for these things. What's another half hour?" he objected. I agreed silently and scooted closer, if that was even possible. Nights seemed so short, in a way, it was like sleeping, being with Jasper--I never wanted to leave our quiet room to go to school.

I could smell his wonderful scent laminating off his white neck. I inhaled, hoping it would stain my nostrils for the rest of the day, so I could keep it with me when I needed it. I let my lips graze his throat, and finally settle over the smooth skin.

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