AuthorsNote: AH! soooo sorrrrrrry . but this is allll i've got time for. im chuckin it long hand kids, give me time.

love you, still.

hope the feeling is mutual.

Chapter18

(Alice)

I swayed, with my legs crossed and eyes clasped shut. The colors were motionless behind closed lids, deep shades of black fading to navy blues and lighter grays while time stood stationary. The grass under me was cool, the air hot. I leaned my head back and the breeze rippled through my hair, internally wishing for the old sensation of goose bumps to follow the sensation, to spread it across the boundaries of my unyielding flesh. I let the sound of the churning river in the distance send me further into my mind. I sank deeper and deeper with every passing second, succumbing to the relaxation while I searched the future for signs.

Signs of what, exactly, I wasn't sure.

It's been a year since Seth has been home, and I haven't seen a single vision about what his future holds. I sat out in this yard everyday for at least 3 hours, trying to find something, but came up empty handed every time.

I focused on his face, his scent, his cave, and his trails, but I never helped.

One thing I always saw, that I never wanted to, were his kills; through the minds of his prey; teenage boys doing drugs in the forest, old men on hunting trips, newly-wed couples looking for a place to build their new house for their unborn child, policemen doing searches for the missing bodies, detectives setting the crime scene.

The only way we could see Seth was through Jasper. Jasper felt his grief in the morning. Jasper felt every ounce of it.

He would beg me to kill him, he would scream to me for it. He felt every time Seth would jump from a high tree or cliff and live, Jasper felt every time he tried to bludgeon himself with a rock, Jasper felt when Seth tried to shoot himself with the hunter's gun. He felt every single last one of those 46 bullets; he felt every stab of the pocket knife, he felt every time Seth would dive into a lake and fight not to come back up.

I would beg him to go inside, to stay away from the pain, to not focus on Seth. But he was determined. He thought by feeling some of Seth's pain, he would take the majority of it away.

I shivered while I averted my mind from the image of Jasper trying to light himself on fire, Carlisle, Emmet and Edward trying to pull him out of the flames, Esme holding me back while I fought to get to him, Bella, Jacob and Rose trying to hide Renesmee's eyes.

I focused back, to the black.

I saw the dim flow in waves through my mind; I concentrated on going further into the void of precious time.

Colors got brighter, and quickly turned into shapes, then into talking shapes, then into the image of Jacob and Nessie on the mountain top again; a crying Renesmee kissing through her tears, Jacob taking her face in his hands, kissing back with a passion that I obviously couldn't fathom.

I smiled, and tossed the image away, respecting their privacy.

The image morphed to a darkened forest, a massive, ravenous white wolf with bloodshot eyes chasing a black bear. Fortunately, no people would die tonight.

I flipped the image before Seth caught up with his prey, hating to see him in action.

The bear was cornered to the trees before the black mass turned into Carlisle and his lab.

Beakers pointed from the table from every direction, erect with a certain hope while Carlisle combined their mixtures, relentless. His eyebrows were crossed in concentration and I sunk deeper, trying not to loose this vision, eager for a glimpse at the right serum fusion for Seth.

My eyes clenched tighter while Carlisle added a clear mixture to a yellow one, then that to a brown one. He stirred while he ran to the other side of the table to put the mixture on a hotplate, still stirred while the mixture began to boil, steam rising from the beaker, fogging the inside. His smile grew when the mixture began to pop in the container. The beaker was removed from the hotplate and the serum transferred to a different bottle. Carlisle, clad with a toothy grin, then transferred the serum to another bottle, then stirred in a power before transferring it into a glass bottle, a glass bottle used for removal of its contents by needle.

The bottle was labeled: Seth Working Serum; Inject Whole Bottle.

My delighted squeal took me away from the vision.

Carlisle got it right, he fixed Seth.

I got up from my position of tranquility and darted to the house at inhuman speeds. I crashed through the living room, ignoring the odd looks from my family, who exactly, I wasn't sure. I ran to Carlisle's office and busted through the door, interrupting his studies.

He looked up from his beakers with confusion.

"Carlisle! Don't stop what you're doing! Whatever you just thought, do it!"

His face grew serious while he trotted from his desk to the other table full of different beakers.

My vision replayed itself in front of me while anticipation crept in my stomach to watch the final outcome; the injection bottle full to its brim.

By time he began mixing the powder, the family was crowded around the edge of his work station, watchful with eyes of the same eagerness that crowded my stomach with the bubble, ready to burst.

AuthorsNote: Also, thinking of changing the stories name. This name is kinda lame.

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