AN. I'm so sorry! I know it's been forever since I updated, but I've been so busy lately. On top of my crowded schedule, I'm experiencing a major writers block. This is a short update, and if you would comment that would help me so much! I'll be writing one-shots until I get back my inspiration for this story, so it may be awhile until I update! I'm sorry!
"That was your big plan?" Edward asked skeptically, raising a perfect eyebrow in disbelief. I nodded, snorting unattractively at the shiny pink polish coating his nails. I had forbidden him from removing it until tomorrow, not about to make him completely lose his dignity by wearing pink nail polish to school. As Edward had pointed out, though, he simply wouldn't have gone to school had he not been allowed to remove it before so it was really moot point anyways.
"Isabella, you are the most confusing creature I've ever met," he marveled, his intense gaze turning my legs to mush. Were I human, a rosy blush would have colored my fair skin by now. His bright topaz eyes brimmed with curiosity and awe for a moment, but then quickly were filled with fear.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked, grabbing his hand reassuringly. He pulled his hand from my grip, and I looked up at him in hurt confusion.
"I can't hear Alice when you do that," he explained gently, grabbing my hand once again. "Now I can, though." It was going to take awhile for me to be used to this whole, 'touch someone they lose their power, someone touches me they're unaffected' thing.
"What did she see?" I asked anxiously, the haunted look in Edward's eyes having shaken me to the bone. He shook his head slowly, as if trying to shake out the memory of Alice's vision.
"Nothing," he assured me, though it was obvious that it wasn't just nothing that had him so worried. "It's just," he amended, pausing for a long time in hesitation. I hugged him reassuringly, and he seemed to relax under my touch. "It's just that…" He stopped talking suddenly, and tensed in my grip. His body quivered, and I could hear his breathing increase to an inhuman rate.
"Edward!" I yelled, gripping him tighter. "Edward, what's wrong?" A loud yell seemed to wrench it's way out of his chest as his body began to convulse sporadically.
"Bella, I'd like you to meet my friend, Elizabeth," came a sickly sweet voice from behind me.
"Jane, stop it!" I shrieked, spinning around and diving at her. I was stopped by what felt like a solid wall, and felt my body being thrown into the wall. I continued through, crashing into the river a good hundred yards from the house. Sputtering angrily, I sprinted back to the house and leapt up and through the hole left in my wall, only to find my whole family on the ground in obvious pain. How does the Volturi manage to hide some of their members from us when we have Alice, I wondered to myself.
"What is she doing?" I asked Jane, disgusted. I motioned to the older girl with fiery hair and sparkling crimson eyes. Jane giggled maniacally before explaining,
"This here is my old friend. I don't believe anyone here has met her before, but dear little Edward over there." She waved her arm in a dismissive manner towards a pained Edward. "She can duplicate anyone's power if she's touching them, only she can make it ten times more powerful." I wasn't quite as interested about that detail than of the thing Jane mentioned before.
"What do you mean Edward is the only one who knows her?" I asked, confused. Elizabeth leaned over and, keeping a hand on Jane, touched Alice as well. Her eyes briefly glazed over, and she smiled.
"Dear Edward will be explaining any time now. Actually, in exactly eight and twenty-nine thirtieths seconds to be exact." I looked over at Edward, who raised his head and gazed at Elizabeth with dazed eyes, still fighting against obvious agony.
"Oh my god," I mumbled dazedly, the resemblance suddenly hitting me like a thousand pounds would a human. "Please don't tell me she's Elizabeth…"
"Mom! Stop it!" Edward pleaded suddenly, eyeing the older woman sadly.
"…Masen," I finished lamely.
"Isn't she supposed to be dead?" came Emmett's strained voice from his place on the floor.
"Yah," I confirmed, my mind swimming in confusion. "Yes, she's supposed to be dead, Emmett."
"Oh she's dead," Jasper added sarcastically, "just not in the way that we thought." Edward's voice held confusion and hurt simultaneously.
"Mom?"