"Alice."
He's begging her, she thinks dumbfounded. "Alice, look harder. Please."
She doesn't understand why he cares so much about one human. He had thrown himself in front of her to protect her from a speeding car, and had vehemently dismissed the idea of hurting her. He had refused to leave Forks. Now, he had gotten himself worked up over her vision of her being turned.
"Edward…" she doesn't know what to say. What's the protocol for when your brother falls in love with someone out of his species? He hears her though, and growls.
"I don't love her," he spits out. His eyes are an angry pitch black.
Alice raises an eyebrow. "Right. When was the last time you struggled so hard to defend one little girl? I don't have to be a mind reader to know--"
"That I don't want to kill her," he finishes flatly. "And if I'm not killing her, I don't want a car to steamroll her. That would put all my effort to waste."
God, was he stubborn! How long would he keep making excuses? But she had been having very promising visions. Of them. Together. He growled again, but Alice only sighed. "Jeez, Edward," she complained. "Will you shut up? I'm thinking."
He snorted. "I figured," he said, bitterly sarcastic. "Now, are you still getting visions of her being turned?"
She was getting visions of smaller, unimportant things. Nothing clear about the girl. "Cheer up," she advised, with as much warmth as she could muster. "It's not like she's going to die."
He looked at me, his eyes hard and cold. "I'll never condemn her to this life," he vowed solemnly. She rolled her eyes, and wracked her brain, searching for more visions. Finally, she gave a resigned sigh.
"Edward," she said softly. "Please understand. I don't have ties with this girl. It's harder for me to see her."
He looks away, as if trying to tell her that he's disappointed in her. What a drama queen, Alice thinks, rolling her eyes. She was sick of trying to be nice. "Look Edward," she tells him calmly. "I don't know why you're infatuated with the girl. And don't give me that garbage about you not loving her. But just know this -- you can't torture me by forcing me to look for her. I can't find her. Not my fault."
He glares at her. How predictable, Alice thinks lightly. "How about getting out of my room, Edward?" she suggests evenly.
He doesn't say a word as he marches out the door, slamming it behind him. She hears the rumble of his Volvo and sighs. He might not accept it, but she knew everything would work out. She smiles to herself and remembers the visions she's been having of them.
Alice knew that Edward would find happiness. And, like it or not, it would be with the human girl, Bella. And finally, Edward would understand the bliss she felt when she was with Jasper, the incredible feeling you got when your heart was whole.
But she could not help but worry. There were millions of things that could go wrong. But she had to have faith, she reminded herself. Everything would be fine.
But even if she was a true psychic, she knew that was one thing she couldn't guarantee.
AN: Alright, I thought this was a so-so chapter. So…please review.
