Penname: Javamomma0921

Derivative Fiction

Rating: T

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Prompt: Paint

The End is The Beginning

Ithaca, NY 1950

We made our way through the countryside until we came to another meadow, this one infused with an immortal scent, as if someone had been visiting this spot regularly.

"That belongs to one of them," I said with assurance. "We're very close now."

Jasper simply nodded and held my hand tighter.

"We need to head North now…the scent is coming and going over that path over there," I said, pointing at a subtle break in the trees.

"Whoever it is isn't very careful if he leaves such obvious traces of where he's been," Jasper muttered.

"Maybe they don't need to be that careful," I murmured.

He turned his dark yellow eyes on me, contemplating that kind of life.

"It does sound tempting," he said. "I've never lived like that."

I reached up and stroked his face.

"I know," I whispered. "And I know it will be difficult for you at first. But it will be worth it."

We followed the scent slowly, weaving our way through the trees until we came to a river. The area around us was breathtakingly gorgeous. Natural rocks poked out of the green grass and the grass was dotted with colorful wildflowers. The sight of so many colors after being surrounded by white for so long was both shocking and refreshing.

"It's just over the rise on the other side of the river," I said. This time, I squeezed is hand.

I knew the outcome. I wasn't worried for our safety or our reception at the house. Still, I was overcome with a dual sense of urgency and sadness. In joining this family, the entirety of the future I had seen for us would come to fruition. It was what I had wanted for so long. And yet…we would be giving up our freedom to do as we chose and our ability to be alone on a whim.

Still, this was the course our life was supposed to take. I was ready for the rest of our life to begin.

"Come on, Alice," Jasper said with a smile. "I'm ready."

I smiled back at him.

"Me too."

We leapt over the river and saw the house just over the rise. The house was more beautiful than it had looked in my visions. It had been recently painted a lovely pale yellow color that stood out against the grey-blue sky and green land. It was large, bigger than an average house, but nowhere near as large as the Denali's house.

We joined hands and walked up the driveway. They were gathered on the other side of the door, wondering and waiting. They were concerned, but not readying for an attack. It was time.

They opened the door on our first knock.

"Hi," I said. "You must be Carlisle and Esme Cullen. My name is Alice and this is my mate Jasper. You don't know us…but this is our family."

"Come in Alice and Jasper," Carlisle said in the gentlest voice I had ever heard. "Tell us your story."

The End

A/N: And so ends Alice's story. :( Well, it wasn't sad, but I will miss them. I hope you've enjoyed these short chapters. I know I've enjoyed writing them for you. As I said, I won't be doing June's wit fit, but I will probably participate in July's. Again, look for the teaser for my Nashville story tomorrow on the Fictionators blog. Also, chapter three of All That Jazz should be ready for you all by the end of the week. :) Thanks so much for reading along with me! 3 ~Jen