A/N Twilight and all its awesomeness belong to Stephenie Meyer
Bangor, Maine
APOV
I paced in front of the bay window waiting for Carlisle to get home.
"Alice, please sit down and relax."
I felt the calmness wash over me, "Damn it Jasper, cut that out. This is serious."
"Edward's a big boy Alice. Let him make his own mistakes," Jasper said from the couch.
"I will not sit idly by while he- well I just won't do it."
"Do what?" Rosalie asked as she walked into the living room. She snatched the remote from Jasper's hand and flipped to The Hills.
"Let Edward ruin Bella's life," I snapped at the two of them.
"Oh we're back to that again?" Rosalie said in a snobbish tone. She plucked a golden strand of hair off the shoulder and inspected the ends.
"She's my friend," I said defensively, turning back to the window.
"Really Alice? When's the last time you spoke to Bella Swan?"
I opened my mouth to retort, and then snapped it shut.
"That's what I thought," Rosalie said pointedly.
"I only did what Edward wanted us to do," I said in a small voice.
"Abandon your best friend?"
"No! Edward said it was best for her to have a normal life; away from us. I was just trying to respect his decision."
Rosalie snorted, "Yea, okay. If that's what you tell yourself Alice."
I turned my back to her and Jasper, who'd sat there watching the exchange like it was the most fascinating tennis match he'd ever seen; and continued staring out the window.
I didn't know exactly what was going to happen, Bella's involvement with the werewolf had made crucial bits of my vision almost indiscernible, but the gist was clear enough. There was going to be a confrontation; someone wasn't going to make it out alive.
I loved Bella like a sister; but I loved my brother more.
Carlisle's dark Mercedes wound its way down the drive way and came to a silent stop outside the front door. I stood and watched as she calmly climbed the porch stairs. He hung up his coat and came to stand in the doorway.
"Carlisle- Edward, he's-" I burst out.
Carlisle held up a hand to silence me and eyed Jasper meaningfully. Once again calmness washed over me.
"Damn it, do not try to placate me," I shouted.
"Alice, if you'd calm down for a minute I would be able to tell you that I talked to Edward after you called me and he insisted everything was fine. As a matter of fact he said he was coming home for a visit."
"No Carlisle," I insisted, "he's lying to you. I know what I saw. He's not coming home. I don't care what he says."
"Alice, please. If Edward wants to stay in Forks, he's free to do so. We might be his family, but we can't force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. If he doesn't want to come home, we can't make him."
Carlisle walked away then. Just headed upstairs like my vision didn't matter. Rosalie smirked at me from the couch.
"Bitch," I snarled at her and stalked out of the room.
Carlisle could be so blind when it came to Edward. His first son, favorite son, I thought viciously, could do no wrong in his eyes.
I flew up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door a little too hard. The wooden frame splintered, pieces of mahogany wood rained down on the fluffy white carpet. I grabbed a suitcase and started throwing clothes in. I guess it's up to me to save the day, I thought as I added more clothes to the suitcase.
Jasper gently opened the door, "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.
"Saving Edward's sorry ass since no one else seems to care about what he's planning. I'm not going to be the one to look at Esme and know I did nothing to save him."
"I'll go with you," Jasper offered, making a move to grab a suitcase.
"No," I snapped, "Ten minutes ago Edward was a big boy who could solve his own problems. So no, you will not go with me."
I slammed the suitcase shut and rushed down the stairs. Jasper followed closely behind me, "Alice, come on, you're being unreasonable."
I threw the suitcase into the trunk of my car and slid behind the wheel, ignoring Jasper.
"Alice, come on."
I ignored him and reversed out of the garage, "I'll be back in a few days," I called as I zipped down the driveway.
La Push, Washington
JPOV
I couldn't wait to be done with high school. I had jinxed myself when I'd lied to Charlie about needing Wuthering Heights for a school report.
Mr. Hansen had sprung that one on us this morning. The whole class had groaned, myself included. I wasn't looking forward to reading the dusty old book.
After school I'd gone into my room and flopped down on my too small bed. Dragging the book off the bedside table I opened it to the first chapter and began reading. It was pretty boring; I had no idea how I was going to read all 34 chapters.
I closed the book and put it back on the table. I looked at the clock; it was only 3:30 in the afternoon. I lay back and put my arm over my eyes.
I was exhausted; Bella and I had lain in the back of the Chevy watching the meteor shower until two in the morning. I'd been reluctant to take her home because I knew, snuggled up in the bed of the Chevy, she was safe.
I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes the sun was low in the western sky. I rolled out of bed and opened the bedroom door.
The sickly sweet stench of vampire came wafting down the hall. I barreled down the hallway; fully prepared to tear them apart, limb from limb.
I walked into the small living room and came face to face with Edward Cullen. He was standing in front of the open front door staring at me. I stood there staring back at him. What were you supposed to say to the person whose very existence had ruined your life; then made it worthwhile?
"You don't need to say anything dog. Bella is mine-"
"Was yours," I corrected.
"No matter. She will be mine again. She needs a man to take care of her, not some four legged furry abomination."
"Says the vampire. Get out of my house before I kill you once and for all."
Edward disappeared before my eyes.
I sat up so fast I fell out of bed, bumping the bedside table, knocking Wuthering Heights to the floor beside me.
God, it was just a dream. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and looked at the window. It was dark out. The glowing red numbers on the alarm clock read 6:45. I reached out and picked up the fallen book. There was a slip of paper sticking out of the book, I pulled on the paper and opened it.
It was a handwritten note.
You still call for me. Wonder what your dog would think of that?
I crumpled the note. I'll tell you what I think of that, I thought as I shoved the crumpled note into my pocket. Then it dawned on me…the reason behind the pictures; and I felt stupid for not realizing it sooner.
Forks, Washington
APOV
I turned down the private lane that lead to the old white house by the river. From up at the house I heard Edward yell, "Go home Alice."
I parked in front of the house and got out of the car, "This is my home, you idiot," I called out and walked up the steps.
Edward was sitting behind the piano, plucking out the notes to the lullaby he'd written for Bella all those months ago. The notes hung eerily in the air, sounding more befitting for a horror movie rather than the beautiful lullaby it was.
"What are you doing here Alice?" Edward asked disgustedly.
"You need help Edward."
"The only help I need is getting rid of Jacob Black."
"Edward, you can't get rid of Jacob. It won't solve a thing. Bella isn't your future anymore," I told him sadly.
"How do you know?"
"Because her future changed the second you walked out of that hospital room in Phoenix last year. Her future is blurry now, and it's not because I'm unsure, but because of Jacob Black. She belongs to him now Edward."
"Futures can change, remember?"
I thought of my vision of Bella, her naturally brown eyes now a vivid crimson; a vampire, like us.
"My point exactly," Edward said wryly.
"It doesn't matter Edward. You left her, that's all that matters to her. Just let it be."
"But Alice, once she finds out I never left her, she'll forgive me," Edward said adamantly.
I sat down on the piano bench next to him. I have no idea if it's possible for a vampire to go crazy, but that's exactly what Edward looked like. He looked like he had lost his mind and had gone stark raving mad.
"I know she forgive me once she knows I didn't leave her; not really."
"Edward," I said cautiously, "What do you mean, you never left her?"
You guys make my day with all the awesome reviews!
And I hate to be the bearer of bad news...but the book wasn't from Edward...I never even thought of that possibility..but it definitely would have been creepy :)
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& one more thing...thank The Promise by The Cure for Creepy Edward..the music to that song is creepy..and the lyrics are totally fitting...at least for Bella..