Chapter 6

BPOV

"Alice?"

Alice whipped around from where she stood beside the sink, her eyes wide with surprise. Surprised? Alice was never surprised.

"Oh…Bella…" she whispered quietly, swallowing.

I stared at her. "What's up with you…?" I asked, sounding confused.

"It's…it's complicated, Bells…" she whispered, watching me with a tortured little gaze. Seeing the way Alice was acting…it scared me.

"I'm pretty sure that I can follow," I replied. "What's wrong?"

She watched me, opening her mouth to speak, but then closed it again. She tried once more, but just ended up keeping her mouth closed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, quickly going around me and to the back door before I could stop her, taking off out the kitchen door that led to the back yard.

I stared after her. What was up with her? She was…scared…and she wasn't saying anything. Usually, she didn't want to say anything to me so she didn't have to lie…but why?

Well then, if Alice wasn't going to tell me, Rose sure would.

…right?

I walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Rose was gone. I turned to Esme, who was picking up Carlisle and Emmett's plates.

"Where did Rose go?" I asked her, my head tilted to the side.

"I think that she went to go take a look at the garden out front, Bella," she told me, and I nodded, heading for the entrance hall. I opened the door, following Rose's sweet scent. It wasn't long until I reached its source.

Rose was knelt down in the middle of a garden, roses and tulips surrounding her. She lifted her head at hearing my approach, her head tilted in question.

"What's wrong?" she asked me, confused.

"What's wrong with Alice?" I asked, swallowing. "She won't…talk to me."

"I don't know," Rose said automatically. I clenched my fist, my teeth grinding together. My mind was screaming at me, my senses suddenly heightened.

"That's a lie!" I snarled, and suddenly I was beside her, my hand at her throat. "Don't you dare lie to me, Rose! I know when you do, and it hurts!" She looked up at me with eyes that were emotionally pained. "Tell me, Rose. Now."

"I…I can't," she whispered, closing her eyes and looking to the side.

"Why!?" I screamed, throwing her to the side and into a tulip bush. She slowly sat back up, her eyes to the ground. "Tell me what's wrong with Alice, Rose. Now."

"I can't," she answered in a whisper.

"Why?" I asked again, anger coursing through my veins.

"Because…because I don't want to hurt you, Bells…"

My anger calmed almost instantly, looking down at her. "Why…why would you hurt me, Rose?"

Her butterscotch eyes lifted for a moment, flickering up to me, before they went to the ground.

"What? Are you not going to say anything to me, either?" I growled. "Why won't you tell me?"

"I can't," she whispered again, and I glared down at her, about to attack.

It was then, though, that I froze as I realized what she was saying.

"Does it…have something to do with Edward?"

She didn't answer me. I was silent, staring down at her.

"It does…doesn't it?" I asked. "What's wrong with Edward?"

Rose sighed, not looking at me. Something wasn't right…something was not right in this…

When she wouldn't answer me was my last straw. Letting out a huff and a frustrated grunt, I turned on my heel and stalked back to the house. Just as I was stomping my way into the house, music reached my ears. I slowed to a stop in the entrance hall, listening. Something was…so beautiful. I followed the sound, further down the hallway, and into the livingroom.

JPOV

Edward sat beside me, playing the piano. He wasn't watching the keys, his eyes closed even, as he played.

He looked so peaceful, the most that I'd seen in the past week. He'd been so sick, and just now, he seemed to have more life than normal. I had tried to convince him to go to sleep, but he refused at first…but, then, we made our compromise.

He got to stay awake, and play the piano until he fell asleep. So, there I was, sitting on the piano bench beside him, shoulder to shoulder, incase he fell asleep mid-song.

Edward then slipped in the music from a lively piece to a much more gentle song, slow and beautiful.

"Edward, what is this one?" I asked him softly.

He smiled for the first time in days, his eyes still closed. "I don't know…" he answered honestly. "I…really don't know. Ever since the girls showed up, I've been waking up with…music in my head. Beautiful music, inspired by something. I don't know what…but I wake up to it every morning…so I thought, today, I'd put it to my ears and see how it sounded."

I smiled. "It sounds beautiful, Edward," I told him honestly, and he smiled, resting his head on my shoulder as he played.

I put my arm around my younger brother's shoulders, listening to the piano piece that sounded like a lullaby. I lifted my eyes, but didn't move, as I saw movement in the corner of my eye.

Bella stood in the doorway, watching the two of us as Edward played…though, really, her eyes were on him. Her head was tilted to the side, her eyes sad. There was something about her now that made me want to cry…made my heart clench and my stomach flip.

Something about her mood was wrong. Something was wrong. I didn't like it…

The music got progressively slower then, then came to a complete stop. I looked down to see that Edward had fallen asleep against me, and I carefully began to move off the bench, but Bella took a step forward to stop me. I gazed up at her, my head tilted to the side.

"Here, let me help," I heard Bella whisper. I nodded, watching as she bent and carefully picked Edward up off the bench. I watched, wide eyed, as she carried him to the couch and put him down.

She turned, looking at me.

"What?" she asked me, confused.

"O-oh…uhm…it's nothing," I lied with a small smile. I saw her face suddenly shift to a frown, but then it became calm and collected again. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she whispered.

"Where's Alice?" I asked her then.

"I dunno…I think she went out to go walk in the forest," she told me. I sighed. Why was she gone now when I really wanted to see her the most? "How is he?"

I looked up at Bella again, who was watching me with a meaningful gaze.

"Hmn?"

"How…is he?" she asked me again. "Is he better? Worse?"

"Worse, definitely," I told her, following her with my eyes as she sat down beside Edward on the couch, running her fingers softly through his hair. "He was saying his name in your sleep last night…" She looked up at me, confused. "He…I walked by his room and he was saying your name in his sleep."

"Oh…" she replied, looking down. I could have sworn I heard her whisper, "I know, Jasper…" but I don't think I was supposed to hear it.

"So, uh…" I started to speak again, but Bella looked up at me, puzzled, as though she didn't know what else there was to be said. "I'll just leave him with you," I finished in a rush before I took off out the door to try and find Alice.

EMPOV

The day after Edward really started getting sick, I cracked my knuckles as I went into my garage. Oh yes, I was so going to do this…

"So, grease monkey, you finishing my car?" I called as I stepped into the garage, a wide grin on my face. Rosalie turned, smiling at me.

"Yeah, just putting a finish on it," she told me as I walked over. I looked down at it, my eyes bugging out.

"Holy crap, Rose! That's wonderful!" I breathed in awe, leaning down to inspect the area. "Where did it even happen? I can't tell! You're amazing, Rose!"

With that I swept her up in my arms, twirling her around in the air. She laughed in her beautiful wind chime voice, squealing, "No, Emmett, put me down! Put me down!" as I continued to spin her around.

It wasn't long before I put her down, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, I kissed her. Her lips were like cold marble against mine, but she moved them against mine, so I knew they weren't the stone they seemed so much like. It was…amazing, to say the least.

And yet I couldn't quite bring myself to believe it. I was kissing a girl who I'd only met a few days ago, who loved cars, who was now living in my home with my family.

God, this had got to be the best week of my life.

It was then, however, that the door to the garage slammed open and Bella came running into the garage almost like a blur, a sleeping Edward in her arms. Carlisle was right behind them, and he was looking pale, and scared, for the first time that I'd ever seen. The sound of the door slamming made me jump with surprise, causing me to pull away from Rose.

Okay, nix the best week title…

"What's going on?" I called, pulling away from Rosalie, though I did reach down to take her hand.

"It's Edward," Carlisle said as he helped Bella get into the back seat of his car with Edward.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked, going pale, myself. Something was wrong with Edward? I mean, I knew that something was wrong with him, but…I didn't think it was quite that serious… "You mean there's something really wrong with him?"

"Yes," Carlisle answered in a rush. "He just got very worse."

"Do you even care to fill me in?" I asked frantically as he slammed the door to the back of his black car and started to get into the front. I let go of Rosalie's hand and ran over to him as he slammed the door and revved the engine to life. I began knocking on the window of his door until he rolled it down, looking up at me with panicked blue eyes. I saw him press a button up near the rearview mirror, the garage door beginning to lift almost immediately after, but that didn't matter. "Tell me what's going on with Edward!"

"He's not waking up, and his heart beat is slow. Your mother is getting Jasper and Alice, you're going to meet us at the hospital. I love you, and I'll see you soon."

And with that, Carlisle slammed on the gas, the car just barely making it under the opening that the garage door had just made, speeding off down the path.

Wait a minute…something was wrong with Edward…? Seriously wrong?

"…Emmett?"

I jumped at hearing Rosalie's voice beside me, looking over at her. Her eyes were sad.

"Y-yeah?"

"I'm sorry…" she whispered, leaning over to put her arms around me. I tried to relax, to calm down, but my tensed body wouldn't listen. Something was wrong with my little brother…and I didn't know what.

This had to be the worst feeling in the world…

RPOV

Emmett shook beneath my touch as I held him in my arms, his own arms shakily coming up to rest around me. As I held him, I put my hand on the back of his neck and closed my eyes, beginning to poking around.

What's wrong with Edward? Could he die? What does it mean when he's not waking up? Why does everything always have to happen to Jasper or Edward? Why does nothing ever happen to me? I can take whatever the world can throw at me, but the stupid world doesn't seem to realize that. Why doesn't anything ever happen to me? What could be wrong with him? Why is he suddenly so much worse than he had been just yesterday?

Emmett's thoughts were a mess, but I quickly skimmed past them and began to poke around his mind…his thoughts, his feelings, his memories, everything. I wanted to know more about him, and now was really the only chance I had.

He was scared right now, more than anything, and that made him easier to read.

He loved sports. He loved his Hummer. He loved girls who knew anything about cars or sports, or both, even. He was eye-candy at school. Everyone knew who he was. He'd won awards for sports at school, mainly in strength related competitions. He was nice, sweet…barely ever thought anything mean about anyone.

What made him so special, though? Why did his blood have to smell so…so freakin' good?

I took a deep breath then, pulling away from his mind. His scent filled my nose, and I smiled slightly. He was beginning to calm against me. That was good, at least.

"Come on, Emmett…let's go find Esme," I whispered in his ear. He slowly nodded, shakily turning to go walk into the house through the door that Carlisle had left wide open.

I could hear frantic scrambling upstairs, as well as in the livingroom. As we went in, Esme was just throwing things around as she searched for something. I watched her, Emmett doing the same.

"Mom, what're you doing?" Emmett asked her, his face soft and sad.

"I'm looking for Edward's piano composition book," she said quickly in a clipped tone. "He-he'll want it when he wakes up and he's in the hospital, he hates hospitals…"

"Mom," Emmett whispered, going over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Stop, Emmett, I'm really trying to do something here," Esme said, trying to pull away, but Emmett took her shoulder again.

"Mom," Emmett continued, reaching over to pick up a black book off of the bookshelf right by Esme's head, "it's right here…"

Esme stopped, looking over at it. "O-oh…"

"It's where Edward always puts it, Mom…" he whispered, and then she just began to sob. Emmett put his arms around her as she went to clutch at him, and I looked to Emmett.

"I'm going to go find Alice," I whispered, and Emmett nodded in reply. I turned to walk out of the room, leaving the mother and son to have their 'human moment.' I heard footsteps upstairs and ran up the stairs silently, knowing I was safe so that I could use my regular speed to get to Alice's door.

"I know, I know, come in, Rose," Alice called before I even had a chance to knock on the door. I opened it and all I saw was flying clothes. Alice was yanking clothes off of hangers and throwing them behind her, and Jasper was catching them to put them in a bag that was sitting open on the bed. "What're you doing?"

"Packing," she told me. "They're going to be at the hospital for a while."

My eyes went sad. "You've seen it?" I hissed quietly in a nearly silent voice.

Alice just nodded, and my gaze went down.

So, Edward was really going to die.

Well…I didn't think it would be this soon…

Then, suddenly, I froze. Jasper was standing right there. We'd both just been talking about our gifts, right in front of a human. I froze, looking over at Alice, who in turn looked up at me.

"What?" she asked me.

I just swallowed, my eyes slowly slipping to Jasper, who had stopped moving and was watching me with wide eyes. I, however, was probably more scared than he was. The human knew. He knew about us…that was never a good thing.

As I looked over at Alice again, a flash of what I wanted to do, change Jasper right then, right there, flashed across my mind.

"No!" Alice screamed. And then, in barely a second, she was standing in front of Jasper, growling at me. "I will not let you!"

"But he knows, Alice!" I whispered, swallowing. The only thing I was looking for right then was the safety of our little family, just the three of us, and I couldn't find an easy way out.

And, in that word, she realized just what I was saying, too. However, instead of becoming angry, or even scared like me, she just turned and put her arms around Jasper.

"Jasper, I'm so sorry," she whispered as she held him, closing her eyes.

I just watched, knowing that Alice would decide. Whatever Alice decided was best.

I just hope that she knew what she was doing.

Okay, so yeah. You guys are getting a chapter sooner than I thought. I saw Twilight today, and I absolutely loved it. I know that some people don't, some even hate it (nearly all of my friends hate it, most of them got to see it opening night, too, as a group, so really I'm alone in my thoughts...), but I suppose that everyone has their opinion. I loved it, regardless, and no one is going to change my mind.

But, back to what I was saying, you're getting the chapter earlier than I expected, because seeing Twilight really inspired me to write more fanfictions...so I am! However, I think I burned out all that creativity, so I'm not sure how long it'll be before your next chapter. Hopefully, for you guys, it won't be too long.

So, anyway...I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please review to tell me what you think, I really want to know!

Thanks for reading!