The World's Greatest Guide to Magical Creatures
When Alice gets bored, the weirdest things happen, but this is the weirdest yet. Summer break after graduating from Forks High School, Alice is bored, when she desides to make the world's greatest guide to magical creatures... Chapter Three Just Got Up 4/5
1. Alice Gets Bored
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Alice pooled over a number thick ancient books, carefully making notes in the manila piece of paper beside her. Her delicate face pulled together in concentration. After a couple of weeks, Emmett pulled a chair along side her.
“Alice?” He dared asked, “What the hell are you doing?”
Bleary-eyed Alice shut a cerulean book, entitled with shimmering bullion letters From the Depth of Atlantis. She rested her chin on top of the book, when she saw Emmett.
“Em…mett?” Alice struggled to note. “How… long have… you been here?”
Emmett gazed at his beloved sister with uncommon love and sympathy in his eyes. “Alice,” He began gently, “what the hell are you doing?” He finished roughly.Alice’s eyes drooped shut, and she left into as deep a slumber as a vampire could ever get.
~ Later that week ~
I shot straight up out of the bed. Bed? I glanced in confusion around me. BED? Vampires don’t sleep! What happened?
“ ‘morning Alice!” Jasper muttered from his book. After a moment his head shot up. “Alice!” He hollered. “You’re awake!”
“Well,” I slurred, “vampires don’t usually sleep… what happened?”
“Uh…” Jasper began uncomfortably. “Well, you know how, um, I study in Atlantis every couple of years?” I nodded my head in conferment. “And my collection of Alantian books? Esme and Carlisle were really worried about you, so I preformed a, ah…” He paused.
“ SPIT IT OUT VAMPIRE SCUM!” I screeched.
Jaspers eyes widened a fraction in surprise. “Huh, well. I preformed a, um, death spell.”
I sputtered. He was trying to kill me! God, and I loved him?!?!
He cringed as he felt my emotions, his eyes full of pain. “I’m sorry, okay? There’s like, a word difference between the sleeping spell, and the death spell. I was supposed to go 'Ashwa bewsheepwanopawabe soqueeemoda', but I went 'Ashwa bewsheepwanopawabe sokimgoda.' I kinda just flew out when Rose smacked me upside my head asking what Emmett was doing.”
I blinked. “Oh.” I had know Jasper long enough, and was remembering a vision I had a few weeks ago, about that mistake, and how Jasper was only trying to help me. Besides, I reasoned, a sleeping spell for humans would only make me go dizzy and a death spell for humans would only make me fall asleep.
“Okay.” I announced, “You’re forgiven, for now.”
“One question.” Jasper said. “What were you doing?”
“Um…next question?” I demanded feebly.
Jasper glared at me, as if he was trying to will lightning to strike me where I stood. I shivered.
“Oh-kay...” I reluctantly gave in. “I’m-going-to-write-a-book-on-every-single-creature-ever-known-to-man-or-any-other-species-on-Earth.” I took a deep breath, not that I actually needed it, “Jasper. I am going to the ultimate book in magical creatures, ever.”
If we were human, I swear Jasper would of fainted. However, being a vampire, he just fazed out. Moments later he came back, so to speak.
“Alice! THIS IS THE BIGGEST FREAKING SUMMER VACATION PROJECT YOU HAVE EVER ATTEMPTED! You know, most humans are satisfied with just reading a few books over the break.”
I threw him the best puppy-dog face this world has ever seen.
“Nuh-uh, Alice!” Jasper cried, shaking his head decisively, “There is no way I’m letting you do this!”“But, Jazzzzzzzzzzy!” I whined, “I let you visit Atlantis! Please let me do this! Please? There’ll be unicorns, and mermaids, and…” I trailed off dreamily. “Alice, no.” “But, Jasper!” “Alice! I said no!” “It’s not fair!” I cried. Silent sobs racking my tiny body. “Please, Jasper.” I tried one last time. “Jasper, I love you, please. Please.” I could see the wavering in his eyes, and I struggled to control the slight feeling of hope surging through me before he felt it. I clasped my hands together as I waited for his reply. Moments later, I knew his reply, even if he didn’t know it yet. I did a mental scream of joy, accompanied with a mental jig. Edward stuck his head through the doorway, and glanced at Jasper. “You know,” he said, tossing his bronze hair out of his eyes, “She still can’t dance.” He shot me a meaningful look that said ‘Jeez, Alice. I can read you thoughts! Oh, and your dancing sucks big time.’I stuck my tongue out at him, as Jasper glanced confused at this exchange. He sighed, and stood up. “Okay, Lace.” He murmured, “You can do your little project, and I’ll help you.” I leaped up, and accidentally jumped out the window, (oops, sorry Esme). “I’m okay!” I called waving from the ground. “Thanks, Jazz!”
Then I did my little jig again.