a/n sorry for the while with no updates…I didn't have much time between doing nothing for no reason, reading, and doing homework…sorry!
Face Down
After a while, Alice decided to give him a tour, even more detailed than mine, because she had forgotten to give him one earlier. I laughed, and went to her room, where Jasper wouldn't be, because he was with Alice, trying to keep her sort of calm.
I relaxed, and thought, just about everything, from Ian, to Alice, to my mom. Everyone and everything. I started day dreaming, and before I knew it, Jasper and Alice were in the room.
"Hey, I forgot to show you, there are secret rooms we can reach from the garage, because the garage looks to have a second level. Esme has a bunch of extra stuff in them incase something like this happens, and she wants me to show you your room and Ian's room," Alice spoke quickly.
I laughed and got up to follow her as she ran down the stairs, to the garage, and to a counter. She told me to wait by the door as she stood up on it, and Jasper let her stand on his shoulders. He walked to a crack in the ceiling, that I hadn't seen before, and Alice tapped a few times, lightly, for a vampire.
The crack seemed to be longer, I realized, as a whole section of the wall started to fall a bit. Alice grabbed the end she was near, and handed it to Jasper, who set it near the garage door, to be moved later, I'm guessing. While he did that, I looked up. There was a hole about two feet by two feet, in the ceiling, that would have led into darkness to a human, but led to hallway, to vampire eyes.
Jasper, Alice still standing on him, went right under it, and helped Alice by holding her ankles and pushing her up a bit, while she jumped up to hidden area. She went down the hallway a bit, and when she came back, she lowered a ladder, the perfect length to safely hang and touch the floor, so we could all get up without standing on someone. Jasper steadied it to a good position and Alice called down to us.
"Anne, Ian, come on!" She said.
Ian ran over, and looked confused at the new hole in the garage ceiling, then to me, asking me how it happened.
"It's complicated…" I said, and went up the ladder without a word.
Ian followed, and when we were both at the top, Alice took us to the closest door, only a few yards away. It opened into a room decorated in all black and white. A bed was in the center, with a black comforter, and black pillows, with a white sheet, and a single, long, cylinder-shaped pillow going across the whole bottom. The headboard and footboard were black-painted wood with intricate designs with thin white lines in parts of the designs. The dresser matched the headboard and footboard.
The walls were white, but the floor black, and the closet had black doors. The end tables also matched the headboard and footboard, and a black-framed mirror hanged on the wall. The room was lovely. There was one bit of color, a lovely painting hung on one wall, and there were no windows. The room was brightly lit by a chandelier hanging right in the center, on top of the bed.
"This is Ian's room, the dresser has some clothes, because we wanted to make sure you had at least some that were cleaner, but I'll go shopping for more for you tomorrow!" Alice announced.
"Thanks, Alice," he said, and walked over to the painting.
I followed, and saw that it looked to be just a painting of random, yet perfectly lovely, colors and shapes, that looked to make different types of flower. All the flowers overlapped or were really close, the areas in between painted red. It was lovely, and made a great contrast to the room.
"Sorry about no windows, but we can't really have people seeing into rooms that don't exist!" She apologized.
"It's no problem," Ian and I said at the same time, and followed her out of the room, to the next door, that opened into what must have been my room.
"This is yours, Anne," she told me, before opening the door.
I gasped when I saw the room. It was lovely, reminding me of my room back at home. There was a small couch on one side, a light brown, one of the colors on the bedding, which was a lovely mix of a darker brown, the light brown, and a cream color. The walls were a bit lighter than the cream on the bed, but the same color as the dresser, that I guessed was also full of clothes, and the door to the closet had a body-length mirror hanging on it.
The headboard and footboard were lovely, the same cream as the walls and dresser, with intricate designs in the darker shade of cream and the other colors on the bedding. The carpet was the light brown, but had a lovely rug that was the lovely dark brown of the bedding, with light brown and cream wave-like lines going across it. The pillows at the top were layered, bigger, dark brown pillows, with little design, followed by intricately designed cream colored, slightly smaller pillows, and a very small single pillow that was a lovely mix of the three, though mostly dark brown. There was no pillow at the end, but there was a lovely, knitted, dark brown blanket, folded up to cover a foot or two at the end.
"Thank you, Alice!" I said, and explored the room more.
On the wall I couldn't see, there was a lovely picture, that, rather than contrasting it, went with it in a lovely way. The picture was of a lovely dog with a few puppies, that seemed to be only a few months old. The dogs had brown, cream, and black colored fur, and the background was cream.
"It was no problem, Esme thought you would like this room!" She giggled, "I'm going to go now, explore your clothes!"
She left, and Ian decided that he would go explore the house more, looking at the details more. I, though, decided to sit in my room and think.
As I thought, I relaxed, and soon found myself daydreaming about when Ian and I were laying on the couch together.
That had felt so right, so correct, I just wanted to do it again. I don't even know him that well! Oh, I wish I did, I'll have to hang out with him some time soon, whenever he came ba-.
I never got to finish that thought, fore I heard a loud crash. I ran out, thinking of how he had said he liked the colors in the dining room, and how the crash sounded like that of glass.
When I got there, no one else was there. I looked at the wreckage. The whole wall was gone, shattered on the ground, and the room was trashed. The table and chairs ruined. I stood. There was a single piece of paper floating down, and a pen with the cap off was thrown to the floor.
The rest got there, and Edward snatched the note, while Alice apologized, having seen a vision of this just as it was about to happen. She looked hurt and sad, feeing that I was angry at her, and I hugged her back.
"It's not your fault," my voice said.
"No, it isn't," Edward mumbled, reading the letter, "Carlisle, look at this."
He passed the note to Carlisle, who read it.
"It says, 'I have taken the newborn male, I need his power. Don't try to fight, just give him up.-James'"
I almost broke down. One thing kept repeating in my head, one thought that I wish that I'd never have the chance to have had.
Ian's gone…and I barely got to know him…he's gone.
a/n how'd you like it? I let my mom read the end of one story that I wrote, and she said it was almost professional, so I hope you feel the same!! If you do, R&R…or just R…anyways, I'll shut up…