I wish Alec were here. I would give anything for the blessing of sensory deprivation this afternoon. Even Jane would provide a welcome distraction.
After scouting new hunting grounds in Canada, Jasper's return is now imminent. He has been absent for an entire two days. However did he and Alice cope? Consequently I am now plagued, assaulted on all sides by Alice's bawdy plans for her reunion with Jasper tonight.
I may not have eaten in a hundred years, but that has done little to quell the vomit I feel rising in my throat.
And the images, God, if Carlisle were not working, I would have begged him for a lobotomy to stem the roaring tide of libidinous notions fairly oozing from Alice's fetid mind.
Not only has she been leeching pheromones all over the house like a rabbit in rutting season, but Alice has been humming Lady Marmalade all damn day.
Rosalie and Emmett have gone 'hunting', Carlisle is at work and Esme seems to be glazed over Homes and Gardens in some kind of catatonic state. Useless the lot of them!
Once again, I am left to endure the curse of my telepathy alone. Monstrous as I am, surely this is too heinous a punishment even for my accursed soul! No one should have to endure this. It is against all laws of God and nature.
The winds of Volterra whisper my name, beckoning with the promise of silent oblivion.
A/N: Please leave a review! How close to Volterra did Edward get this time before he went home?