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Nightly Visit

I cautiously walked towards my bed before picking up the rose. A perfect bright blood-red rose with a similarly red string attaching the piece of paper to the stem. I untied the ribbon and carefully remove the paper from around the rose.

On the front of the small piece of white paper in flowing script was my name. I recognized the style immediately; Alice. I quickly opened her letter and read:

I will wait for you until eternity ends.

Alice.

It was impossibly hard to swallow suddenly as I reread her short―threat? Or promise?―sentence repeatedly. Until eternity ends... She would not stop trying then; she would try again and again, for whatever she wants even though I knew that answer. She wanted me.

I tried to calm myself with deep breaths which came in short bursts instead. I collapsed onto my bed and jumped when I sat on something incredibly cold. I flew off my bed expecting the worse and saw nothing there. I suddenly realized that it was my towel and that I was still wearing nothing. Dropping the cold cloth to the floor, I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a top, and walked over to my window.

The hairs on my neck stood on end not only from the cold, but because I felt as if I was being watched. I scanned the backyard for anything suspicious before slamming my window shut. I hurriedly rubbed my arms in hope of some friction to warm me up as I picked up Alice's note.

I pulled my nightstand drawer open and tossed the note on top of her shirt before setting the rose next to my alarm clock. Sliding underneath the covers, I curled into myself slightly in hopes to stop shaking. I wondered what Alice was doing right now; probably sitting in a dark room light by only a candle or two with walls covered in pictures of me taken without my notice...

I was lying down on the soft, lush grass watching the few clouds that occupied the sky today drift overhead. I waited patiently for her, knowing she always wanted to play games with me―testing my patience and will-power seemed to be her favorite as of late.

Over the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves on the many trees surrounding the small meadow I could here the slight crunching of grass as something approached. I sat up on my elbows and tilted my head backwards and saw her approaching with a small wicker basket.

She smiled brightly when she noticed that I've noticed her. Setting the basket down on the grass, she gracefully collapsed next to me. "Stop tempting me," She teased and tilted my head back to a more comfortable position. "I might not be able to resist." She whispered into my ear and I couldn't suppress my shudder. She laughed gently at my reaction and pulled me onto her tiny lap.

"I brought us some snacks," She mumbled into my hair. "I hope you like them. I made them myself so even if you don't, no complaining.

I turned to glare at her and she smiled cheekily at me. "You know I love your cooking, Alice," I stated, looking directly into her twin golden pools that were her eyes. "You're even better than I am, and that is saying something. According to my dad anyway..." She chuckled again and I was rewarded with a small peck on my lips.

"Thank you." She said and reached over to the basket and drew out a small yellow blanket. Disentangling herself from me, she stood and spread the sheet out across the ground. She quickly sat down again and pulled me back into her lap. "I missed you." She mumbled against my lips.

I couldn't help myself as I giggled crazily at her. "I was out of your arms for like, what, thirty seconds?" I managed to say in between giggles.

She huffed and pouted at me. "I was trying to be all sweet and romantic and you just laugh at me. That's not nice Bella." I tried looking away from her and ignoring her adorable face. I heard her quietly whimper and I glanced down at her. Taking in her wide doe-eyes and trembling bottom lip, I felt my will to resist evaporate instantly. Pulling her even closer into a fierce hug I murmured my apologies. She giggled, "Whipped..." She whispered gently in my ear and I just smirked and nodded my agreement.

My eyes flew open and I lay still listening; the only sounds were my breathing and rapid 'thump' of my heart, and the gentle sound of the wind outside. The wind outside, that was now coming into my room. I quickly sat up and glanced towards my window; it was open.

My breath caught in my throat and I knew immediately what happened. She had been here again, she was in my room again and she could still be in my room. I slowly turned around, afraid she would be sitting in my rocking chair like her presence in my room was nothing but normal. I turned and took in the chair rocking slightly as if it had been in use seconds earlier.

Everywhere I turned I acknowledged she could have been there. By the desk, in the closet, on the windowsill; everywhere I looked I came to they conclusion Alice had been there. I felt small―an animal in a cage too small, being mocked and poked with sticks―I felt scared.

It could just be your imaginative thinking Bella, I tried convincing myself; or maybe she's playing with you like a cat does to a mouse, or she could be hiding under your bed...

I hastily spun around pulled the dust-ruffle and cautiously peered under the bed, empty besides the new can of pepper-spray. I sat back up and sighed deeply, just a dream, it was all just a dream.

A sudden idea came to mind and it terrified me, yet it seemed to be the only way to be completely sure. I turned to the window and wiped my palms nervously on my pajamas. "Alice? Alice, I know you've been here..." I whisper-yelled towards the window. "You need to stop this; just leave me alone, okay? I don't know what your problem is just... just quit."

I wonder casually if it was normal for one to talk to nothing in the early hours of the morning. A sharp noise from outside my window erased any thought of talking to nothing. I could hear the slight crunching of the house's siding, I grabbed the pepper-spray from underneath my bed and pulled the cap off with an audible pop.

A dainty white hand appeared and gripped my window-frame tightly, and I watched as a head of black hair came into view. Alice slid over the sill and landed soundlessly upon my floor and gave me a small smile. "Hello Bella," She whispered in her high-pitched voice. "I hope you slept well... Oh! Did you get my little gift? It wasn't much but I truly meant..." She drifted off and she stared at nothing, her eyes glassy and wide.

I took this opportunity to use the pepper-spray. I chucked the small canister at her, aiming for her head. As quickly as her episode occurred it ended; she tumbled to the floor and I watched as the bottle flew over her head and out the window. Well shit. That was probably not the proper way for using it, I think there should have been some spraying going on.

"Well good morning to you too..." She grumbled while picking herself up off the floor. She stood and smoothed the imaginary wrinkles from her clothing. I was completely forgotten about as she examined her clothing; after she finished rearranging her attire she glance up at me.

"Get away," I said automatically, not bothering to keep my voice down. "You need to leave Alice. Now. Get. Out." I said in a voice that I hoped to be threatening.

"Feisty, eh? I like that Bella. And I will after we do some... talking." She whispered and sent me a sexy smirk. "But I would appreciate it if you would keep your voice down though..."

She started to slink towards and I was horrified by what talking with her meant. "Please, no... please." I hoarsely said with fear clear in my voice, dammit. She paused and I faintly heard her mutter something about stupid humans.

"Bella, I seriously just want to talk with you." She said quietly and took a seat at the other end of my bed, yet it was still to close and I scooted back until my back was flush against the headboard. She sighed, "Bella listen... I'm sorry for stressing you out and making you fear me. I'm just so stupid..."

You've got that right pixie and you're crazy. "You're crazy." I said stating my thoughts.

She chuckled, "That, indeed I am. I am completely crazy, insane, and any other word with a similar definition. You just have no idea how crazy I can be, dear." She said suggestively and waggled her eyebrows at me. "Well on to more pressing matters," She said with a small clap of her hands. "I assume you remember what happened a few minutes ago?"

I was completely dumbfounded. A few minutes ago? She wasn't here then... "Your dream, Bella? Do you remember that?" Suddenly it clicked, I only dream of her when she was around it seemed. I nodded numbly. "Good." she said simply.

"What you saw in your dream I showed you. Well in your dreams that you've had of me―those two, correct? Yes, those are what I have seen in our future." She slowly said with emphasis on our future.

"I-I don't care about what you have to say. I don't care about you!" I shouted at her, nearly in hysterics. "Enough with this stuff about seeing the future! It's not possible!" I struggled to control my emotions and actions as I furiously gazed upon her.

"Charlie!" I said loud and slowly. "Dad, help!" I shouted with a blank face while looking directly into Alice's butterscotch eyes.

"Aren't you full of surprises Bella, no one has ever surprised me as much as you do. This is good..." She mumbled before walking back to my window. "Well, I see you at school tomorrow!" She sang happily and fell backwards out my window.

I jumped up and sprinted towards my window. Crap, some bat-shit crazy girl just committed suicide outside my house. I looked downwards afraid of what I would see below. What I found was probably worse, directly below my window was a very alive Alice smiling up at me. She blew me a kiss and waved as she walked to the forest.

Suddenly my bedroom door burst open and I jumped in fright as I quickly spun around. My dad rushed into the room in only his boxers and socks, shotgun in hand. "What is it Bells?" He asked frantically. I would have laughed at his appearance if the situation was slightly different. I merely pointed out the window and he strode over and looked around our backyard. "What... What is it?" He asked, confused. "Why is your pepper-spray out there?"

I struggled to fined the right words for a few moments, repeatedly opening, then closing my mouth. "S-she... Alice was h-here, dad. She was in my room..." He looked about my room looking for any evidence I hoped.

"Are you sure about that? Everything seems to be in place to me; nothing seems missing either." He slowly said, and walked back to the middle of my room.

Nothing was missing, but... "I know!" I exclaimed suddenly, surprised by my own outburst. Stopping in front of my nightstand I yanked open the bottom drawer. It was empty.

I felt Charlie peer over my shoulder and down at the drawer. "And..." He curiously said, wanting a better answer. I collapsed onto my bed and sighed; she took it all, the note, the rose, and her shirt all gone. Damn, no evidence then.

"Never mind..." I mumbled, severely disheartened now I had no proof. "I know she was here Dad. I saw her. I swear it wasn't a dream. I swear."

"If you're sure... then I believe you kiddo." He said unconvincingly. "I... I could go ask her some questions later today if that's fine with you?" He asked, seeming unsure of the idea himself.

I jumped at the suggestion. "That would be great! Thank you so much dad!" I enthusiastically shouted and flung at him, pulling him into a tight hug. He would get her, I was positive of that.

"Yeah, sure thing..." He said and awkwardly patted me on the back. "Well, if that's all... You should get back to bed. You still have school tomorrow." I groaned―I had already been reminded of this―and pulled the sheets up to my chin and rolled on my side. A loud howl drifted in from the open window and we both jumped for the intruding sound.

I watched as Charlie walked to my window and closed it. I heard the slight click as he flipped the lock back in place. "Don't need any animals coming in here as well.." He muttered.

He turned back to me and sighed, "You were always the one for trouble Bells..." He chucked. "I'll pay your friend a visit sometime tomorrow and we'll get this sorted out." I watched as he quietly shut the door to my room and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I feared that if I went back to sleep I would be plagued with dreams of Alice and I hated that. I hated that I would dream these wonderful, amazing dreams of her. Maybe if she was like the girl in my dreams I could actually like her and possibly fall for her...

No! I wouldn't like her in that way even if she was like that, I couldn't. "Nothing is ever normal with me!" I groaned with each word punctuated by the heel of me palm against my poor forehead. Why could things just be easy and normal with me?

I quickly gathered my book-bag and the keys to my truck before rushing out to my truck. I jumped in the cab and started the engine, praying for once it would start without too much difficultly.

I did a little happy dance in my head when it started on the first try. Well I guess there's a first time for everything. I pulled away from my house and drove faster than I normally would; I only had about ten minutes till first period started.

I ran into my calculus room just as the bell rang. "Nearly late yet again, Ms. Swan!" Mr. Mason chided wiggling a finger at me like some damn child. "I would advise you to try and leave earlier or I might just have to start counting you late."

I would advise you to shut the fuck up, I thought bitterly. I could tell that today wasn't going to be one I would want to remember for quite a while; thinking back to this morning... or forever.

My first classes passed relatively fast and I was looking forward to lunch. So far I hadn't seen Alice all day, which was good. She didn't show up for English second period and since then I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

I made my way to the cafeteria before getting in one of the god-awful long lines to get my lunch. Paying for my lunch―a simple salad and water―I made my way over to my usual table and took a seat next to Angela. "Where were you this morning?" She asked after taking a swig from her can of soda.

"I was running late." I answered simply, not seeing any interest in this conversation, or talking for that matter. She merely rolled her eyes at my answer and continued to eat her... whatever she got.

She turned to me again and was about to say something else when Lauren and Jessica rushed towards us. "Did you hear?" Jessica demanded, looking for Angela to me. I had no idea what she was talking about and glanced to Angela to see if she had an answer.

She glanced at me before nodding. "I've heard about her." She said with a hint of worry in her voice. She turned to me, "I'm surprised you haven't Bella, she's your friend after all."

I was beyond confused now and turned to the three girls. "Who are you talking about?"

"Alice." Lauren said gleefully. "She was called to the office and people saw her leave with Chief Swan."

"Some say she was in handcuffs, but I didn't see any on her." Jessica added, pulling a chair out for her and Lauren. They took their seats and then turned to look at me.

"I figured she was trouble, I mean after what we saw yesterday I would say it was obvious she would cause some trouble." Lauren said, smirking in my direction. Oh god, did she see what Alice did yesterday? Crap, she did, I knew she did, great...

"They're not bad people Lauren," Angela said quietly, setting down her sandwich-like food and stared hard at the girl. "They're Bella's friends after all too and Bella isn't a bad person." Okay, I was confused now, yet I was relieved that they weren't talking about the incident at lunch.

"Wait, what are you guys talking about?" I asked questioningly at the girls. "Who isn't bad?"

"The Quileute's," Angela said. "Lauren's just doesn't like them because they all turned her down."

"Did not!" She interjected. "I didn't even ask any of them out!"

I ignored her outburst and glared at her. "They are not bad people Lauren, they just have different traditions and hobbies, that's all." I said coldly. "Anyway, you said they were here with Alice?" I asked Angela, completely forgetting about Lauren, stupid, artificial bitch...

"Well they didn't come with Alice or anything, they kind of just appeared. And from what I saw they were arguing, not really talking. The principle came to break it up because Jake started shouting at her. She didn't back-"

"Jake was here?" I asked, interrupting her story. I couldn't imagine Jake to be the one to yell at anyone, especially a woman.

Angela nodded. "Yeah, him and two others were here and they seemed pretty pissed about something. They all were shaking and yelling at her... if I was in her place... god I dunno what I would have done. I have to say though, she has some guts to be able to stand up to them. She's what five foot?"

I nodded my agreement; Alice was extremely small, almost adorably so at times. "I can't imagine Jake would do something like that. He was always so nice and funny..."

"Maybe he's changed?" Angela offered. "You haven't seen him in a while, right? Something could have happened with Alice and the Quileutes, you never know."

"Yeah, I haven't seen Jake since school started. I could pay him a visit after school and see what he knows about Alice," I said, again nodding my agreement with her. I could always use someone who seemed to dislike Alice to my advantage; that is if he wouldn't hurt her.

I dressed quickly back to my normal clothing as I glanced around at the others in the locker room changing out of their uniforms. God, I hated P.E., Coach gave me five extra laps because he heard that I skipped his class yesterday. Wasn't the office supposed to alert the teachers of my absence or something?

I walked out of the school towards the parking lot to where my truck was parked and climbed in. I checked my watch, see it was only three o' clock about I decided I would go pay Jake a visit. If he knew anything about Alice, I deserved to know, for my health and safety of course.

I contemplated on whether to call Charlie or not and see if he really arrested Alice. I knew that he had taken her to the station most likely, so he would have asked her some questions. Charlie might be busy though, or he could be out responding to a call―or he could he could have arrested your rapist friend and is repeatedly shocking her with his stun-gun for stalking his daughter.

I shivered at the last the last thought and started my truck. It took a few tries―must be a first and last time for everything―before it finally shuddered to life. Pulling out of the parking lot a drove out of the city limits of Forks and continued into the never-ending landscape of trees which seemed to cover all of Washington.

I passed the welcome sign leading to the reservation and drove down the familiar roads towards the Black's house. Pulling in the gravel driveway noisily, I slid from the vehicle and approached the house.

I rapped lightly a couple of times and waited patiently for someone to answer. Jacob's father, Billy, was the one to answer as I expected. He looked surprised to see me upon his doorstep, "Oh! Hello Bella, I haven't seen you around here in a while. Been busy I assume?"

I grinned at the man who seemed like a second father to me, "Yeah, I've been pretty busy with school and keeping Charlie fed well," I mused and chuckled along with him.

"Well do come in Bella. I was expecting a visit from the other elders about a... problem around the reservation, but I'm sure Jake is somewhere in this mess." He said and wheeled himself out of the way so I could walk inside.

"Jake!" Billy shouted down the small hallway, "You've got a visitor, might as well come out and see the light of day again son." Turning towards me, a smile upon his aged face he said that Jake will be out in a minute.

A door opening and then quickly slamming brought my attention away from Billy and I turned and came face-to-face with... a giant. "Jake!" I exclaimed, "You've gotten bigger, like a lot bigger."

He merely rubbed his eyes and he looked as if he hasn't slept in ages. "Hey Bells, haven't seen you in a while..." He mumbled lazily as a large yawn escaped his mouth. "I've had a growth spurt, a large one at that."

I took in his huge frame now, he was about two years my junior and he was well over six feet now. His muscles were more defined and he had cut his hair―gone was his natural cut―he now sported a close-shaved buzz cut. He looked different.

He noticed my gaze and grinned widely at me. "Like what you see Bells?" He asked while flexing his abnormally large muscles. Oh god, now he's all conceited and shit, I'm never going to get answers from him now...

"You just look different, really different. I didn't think that I was gone that long," I joked lamely yet he still laughed. "But I didn't come to admire your steroid-abusing self, I wanted to just hang out with you."

"That would be great," He said and grinned like an excited school child. "Dad's having some tribal members over later so it'll be a relief to not hear about their constant whining and complaining." A cough sounded from and we turn in unison to see Billy glaring at Jake.

"I assume that you remember that I am part of that 'whiny, complaining group of men,' right Jake?" Billy asked in a playful tone.

"Of course Dad, you do most of the complaining it seems," Jake replied with a cheeky grin and pulled me towards the door. "Come on Bella let's go for a walk on the beach?" He said questioningly with big puppy-dog eyes.

"That sounds fine with me," I said. "We have lots of catching up to do."

A/N: Thank you everyone has read or reviewed my story so far as well as for putting it on their favorites and alerts. Each and everyone of them inspire me to write more. This chapter is slightly shorter than the rest I think and I hoped to not do that...

Oh well, it all gets written out in the end right? That is if I don't die in a tragic explosion or something. So Jacob Black has made an appearance! Please review and tell me what you thought and I would love to hear any suggestions for the upcoming chapters!

Just a little pointless, useless information, I was inspired to write this specific story by "Wicked Game" by Three Days Grace. I dunno why, but they're an amazing band and I would recommend them to anyone who cares to read this author's note. (Which probably is one to none...)

It's nearly midnight, cheers! :D I love ice storms which equal no school, which equals more writing time for me! :D (Another, Really? I know...)