Carlisle and Esme had been upstairs for quite a while. Downstairs, Alice sat on the bottom steps while Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie quietly watched a baseball game on TV. Edward and Bella stood near the window, watching their little daughter play with Jacob.
"How's it going up there?" Bella asked her husband.
"Sadie is very frightened, but Carlisle and Esme have managed to convince her that we're like the Witness Protection Program."
"But she's not a witness."
"They've still managed to convince her that we're only protecting her."
Suddenly, Alice gasped. All the vampires downstairs turned to look at her.
Edward immediately closed his eyes and tuned in to what Alice was seeing. "The Volturi," he growled.
"What are they doing?" asked Jasper.
"They're very angry, they've just seen the news in Mexico," Edward answered.
"Do they suspect us of taking her?"
"No, they believe she ran away, like the police said she did."
"What are they going to do?"
"Send in their tracker, Demetri, to find her."
"Can he find her?"
"He might, Alice can't see now."
Emmett cracked his knuckles and chuckled, "If he does, we'll just have to make sure he doesn't tell his bosses."
Alice yanked herself out of her vision and looked at everyone.
"Well," she said, "since Edward has told you everything, I think I can leave without worrying whether you know or not." Alice walked out of the room.
"Where's she going?" Bella asked Edward.
"She's going to try and cook some breakfast for Sadie," he answered, a twinkle in his eye. "You might want to help her."
Bella followed Alice into the kitchen.
"Bella!" Alice said, looking into the refrigerator. "What do you think she'd like to eat for breakfast?"
"Personally, I think she'd like scrambled eggs and toast."
"Aw, Bella, you're no fun. You don't think she'd like something a bit more sophisticated? Like, oh, I don't know, maybe Eggs Benedict? Or something like that?"
"Seriously, the girl just woke up after being asleep for almost two whole days. I think she'd be fine with scrambled eggs."
"Oh, all right. Here, you toast the bread while I cook the eggs."
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A while later, Alice edged into the bedroom holding a tray carrying a large plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and a large glass of orange juice.
Sadie was sitting up, leaning against the metal frame of the bed. Esme was sitting on the bed next to her, Carlisle was standing next to his wife.
As soon as Alice entered, all the room's occupants looked up. Esme looked sad, for some reason. Sadie's eyes were rimmed with red, as if she had been crying for quite a while.
"I thought you might be hungry," Alice stated simply.
Sadie just looked at her in awe. Here was another beautiful woman, another angel.
She turned to Esme, "Are all the people in your family beautiful?"
Carlisle chuckled, "You could say that."
Alice paid no attention to these comments, but set the tray on the bed.
Sadie hungrily looked at the food.
"Thank you," she said. She raised a fork and began to eat.
While she was eating, Esme, Carlisle left the room. Alice looked at Sadie, satisfied that what she had cooked was being eaten, and also left. Esme and Carlisle were standing outside of Sadie's door.
"How did she take it?" Alice asked them.
"Rather well, considering…" Carlisle answered.
"We did hit a sore spot, when we were saying she couldn't leave for a while," Esme said, "she missed her family very much."
"So, have you decided what to do with her?" Alice asked.
"Well, I did have an idea," Carlisle said. "I thought maybe we could send her to the Quileute school, just until we can send her home."
"Send her to a werewolf school?" Alice wrinkled her nose.
"It's not like we can send her to the Forks High School, we'd have to be there at all times, and everyone who can protect her has already graduated. However, at the Quileute school, there are some werewolves still attending."
"Carlisle, that is a good idea," Esme complimented him. "She can still learn, and she will be protected from the Volturi."
"But not from the werewolves," Alice stated.
"We have to be willing to take that risk," Carlisle answered. "If she's going to stay here, we have to take care that she has a normal a life as possible. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few calls to make."
(A/N) My inspiration woke me up at 6 AM (!!!!!!!!) insisting that I write this chapter. Oh, and apparently her name is Catty. This is how the whole scene went.
I open the door
Me: Who the heck are you?
Catty: I am your inspiration, but you can call me Catty. I am here to inspire you, and if you do not write, I will use this rope thing to hurt you.
Me: A whip?
Catty: Oh! So that's what it's called! Indy didn't say when I took it from him.
Me: Wait, you stole the whip from INDIANA JONES?!
Catty: Well, I had to get it from somewhere.
Thank God Catty has absolutely no idea how to use the whip (Hey!), but since she has nicked my furniture and ripped my bedsheets with it I thought I should update this as soon as possible. Anyway, thanks for reading! And thanks to my one reviewer!