Thanks for reviews. I neeeeeed them. I need them almost as much as I need Edward... Speaking of which, here is Edward's POV.
Shout out to two of my only friends in the fanfic world: lillehannigan and jasperstemptress. I'm new at all of this, so I appreciate them.
DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer is the genius behind Twilight, not me. So she owns all of these amazing vamps and humans.
"Don't you just love it, Edward?!" Alice squealed, jumping out of the drivers seat of her new corvette. "He's so pretty and fast and red!"
This car was perfect for her, even if I found it far too dramatic for my personal taste. Jasper climbed out of the passenger's seat with a grin. "I think I've been replaced by Christopher the Corvette," he mused, inspecting the car carefully.
"Jazz, you know as well as any of us that this Christopher dude is just a superficial fling of hers," I teased. "She'll be back in your arms begging for a newer, faster, shinier automobile in a month, tops."
I give it three weeks, Esme thought. I flashed her a crooked smile and she grinned.
Mine's faster and shinier. And it doesn't have a moronic name like Christopher. Plus, her engine is probably shit, Rosalie thought before catching her reflection in the car window and admiring herself in vain, which is right about the time I try to tune her out.
Damn. Alice has got Jazz whipped, huh? Somebody distract her while I take it for a spin. Emmett thought as he hopped behind the wheel to inspect the car's interior.
Suddenly, Alice stopped dancing around her new toy and held her fingers to her temples as she zoned out.
"Alice, honey, what is it? What do you see?" Jasper was by her side in an instant, followed closely by Esme.
"Humans... It's a festival or something," Alice concentrated harder. "Humans everywhere... My car..." She snapped out of it.
I saw bits and pieces, but over the past few weeks Alice's visions had flashed across her mind too quickly for me to follow in entirety. The most prominent detail I remember from these visions was an absolutely stunning brunette with ivory skin and coffee colored eyes amidst a large crowd of swaying humans. And I was there. I was present in Alice's vision with this utterly gorgeous girl...
What the hell? I thought. I never go to shit like that with Alice...
Humans? Well then count me out, Jasper thought.
"What's going on Alice? I saw her again," I demanded. Somehow, Alice could piece together more of her recent visions than I could. Carlisle's theory on this was because the visions were actually happening in her mind and not mine, which seemed nothing short of logical. I couldn't help but become increasingly agitated over the past few weeks, considering I wasn't used to having any hindrances in reading others thoughts (or in Alice's case, visions). Plus, I was pissy because some beautiful human girl kept reappearing in these frustrating situations. Surprisingly, Alice also found it a bit annoying to see this human so involved in quite chaotic visions. The first time we saw this mystery brunette was when the visions began doing strange things, like speeding up and occasionally becoming hazy.
"I don't know," Alice stated, calmly. "I keep seeing her, but I don't know her name. Sometimes she's appears blurry, like a camera lens out of focus. I don't know what it means, it's never happened before."
Jasper draped his arm around her shoulder, holding her close to him. "It's okay, Alice. Hopefully she'll stop screwing with your visions, considering I can't handle much more of Edward's frustration." He smirked at me. You need to cool it, my man. You get so tense when you don't know everything.
I glared at him. Does he think I like being a monster? Am I supposed to like hearing all of the loveydovey bullshit thoughts of everyone? I took off into the woods behind the new house.
"I'm going to hunt," I called to the others without turning to see their expressions. I already hear their constant worries, I didn't want to see the worry, too.
"Wait up, bro, I'll go with you!" Emmett yelled, while running closely behind.
Rather satisfied with Washington's wildlife buffet, Emmett and I raced up the steps and through the front door. Em sped up the stairs to see Rosalie in their room, and I strolled into the living room. Jasper and Alice were sitting on the new and pristine white sofa, Esme relaxing in an equally immaculate and boxlike white chair. I assumed Carlisle was busy making a great first impression on all of the unsuspecting nurses at Forks Hospital. We weren't supposed to arrive until next week, but Carlisle being, well, Carlisle, wanted to get into our new home in Forks, Washington to create a great sense of normalcy for our "unconventional family." I told him how I'd thought it to be a fairly risky idea to move to such a small town in such a strange era, but I also said I would stand behind him and the rest of the family whatever decision he made. The 1960s were full of prejudice and double standards, so I was a bit nervous when Carlisle made up his mind: being a family with several adopted kids who mysteriously vanished on sunny days wasn't exactly the norm. But Alice saw visions of how smitten the hospital staff would be with Carlisle, and how Esme would charm the town, so I began feeling more at ease. That is until Alice's visions began getting all fucked up. Now I was just as edgy and cynical as I had been for the past 50 years.
"Edward!" Alice mused, in her fairly affectionate tone. "How was hunting? Great. You look full. Your eyes are much better. Jazz and I need to hunt soon, too." Dear God, that pixie had something huge coming for me, I could tell. Whenever Alice talks 100 miles per hour, I know she's up to something.
"So," she continued, "how about you come with me to San Francisco tomorrow? Or at the very least, we can go to Oregon's first state fair? Please, Edward! Jazz can't go because of all the humans. If you don't go, I can't go. It'd be too dangerous." I have restraint, but there will be too much opportunity... Please, she thought.
I knew she wasn't afraid for her life, she was afraid for those oblivious and idiotic humans. If I didn't go, she really couldn't risk going. She and I both knew Carlisle and Esme would be too worried to focus on the tasks this new move called for if little Alice could possibly be massacring a fair full of hopeless humans.
"Alice," I groaned. "I hate absurd human activities. That includes fairs. You know this. Why do you even want to go?"
Good job, Edward. Here we fucking go, Jasper thought.
"Well, you know how I'm designing a new line for my little fashion obsession? I have to go see what will sell. And I want to go get some fresh ideas. This will be huge help to me. Please?" She begged.
I looked at her inquisitively. "Am I going? Just tell me and stop the bullshit."
"Told you, Ali. I knew he'd ask," Jasper laughed.
"Yeah, yeah whatever, Jazz," she hit him on the chest. "Yes, Edward. I saw you there. Obviously it could change, but please go with me. I really want to go. I'll let you race my car or something equally exciting. Please..."
"Just stop fucking whining. When do you want to leave?" I huffed. I couldn't believe I was doing this. She jumped up and hugged me around the neck, squeezing me so hard I could hardly pry her off.
"Oh thank you, Edward! Thank you! Thank youuuu," she squealed. "Okay, we'll leave around 2 am tomorrow morning. We can stop in Oregon if you want, or we can go all the way to San Francisco. Thank you, Edward!"
"Fine," I grumbled. "I'm driving. And we should probably stop. If we're going to be around all of those humans, we'll need to hunt fairly often. What's in San Francisco anyway?"
"You'll see," she beamed as she grabbed Jasper, skipped out the door and into the forest. Damn pixie, I thought.
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