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Edward Cullen is a human. Bella Swan is a vampire. This is their story. It's only my second fan fiction, people. Please feel free to criticize it.

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this... I think it'll be long, though.

13. Careful

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Angel – Chapter Thirteen


I had another dream that night. It was strange. They were coming more and more frequently. And, if what Edward said was true, they were becoming more and more accurate.

Running through an unfamiliar forest, sure of her path. Her senses trained straight ahead of her. She could not allow herself to slow, to fall behind. It would mean death. Death for them all.

Unerringly, she pushed herself harder, ran faster and faster. Almost touching him now. He was so close. She knew she should leave. She should run far away. But unrequited feelings kept her here. And she knew that she had to face them – face Him – before she went back.

She reached out, to touch him now, and he turned. Red eyes bored into her, and the nightmares of long, long ago made her feel quite ill. He smiled, and she turned and fled.

I woke up, shuddering. Jasper rubbed my back – soothing me even when sleeping. I curled myself closer into his arms and looked at the blinking red alarm clock. Only an hour more before I could get up and make noise without fearing for my life, or for the life of my car. It was silly of me, I knew. Silly, but at least this time I had something to worry about.

Like Edward, for example. He denied that there was anything other than…. an acquaintance between himself and Bella. Did the boy think I was blind? I had dreams about the two of them getting together, for God’s sake. But I also had dreams about the girl… in the forest… And I was one hundred percent positive that she was Bella.

Call me crazy, but it didn’t seem safe, responsible of me to let Edward go hang out with a hunting forest chick that was chasing someone with red eyes. Then again, telling him that would be suicide. He’d almost bitten my head off when I told him about the first dream. Was it possible that he was as worried as I was?

I stroked Jasper’s hair softly, smiling at the way it gleamed silver in the dark. He rolled over and looked up at me sleepily. “Alice, what is it?”

“Nothing. Go back to bed.”

“I’m not tired anymore.”

“Silly Jasper.” I kissed his cheek. “It’s fine. You can sleep. You’re exhausted.”

“No.” He pushed himself up on one elbow. “What woke you up? Was it another dream?”

I grimaced, hoping that it was dark enough that he couldn’t see. “No. Well. Yes. But it’s not like Edward’s dying or anything. I don’t even know what it was.”

His arm tightened around me. “I think you do,” he whispered. “But you don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to. This could stay between you and Edward.”

“God, Jasper,” I hissed. “It’s just a dream, okay? What part of ‘dream’ do you not understand? The dictionary definition? To dream, to imagine. Events that aren’t real. It’s not going to happen.” So why was I so defensive?

“Is it really that bad?”

An image of crimson eyes popped into my head and I shuddered. “It was just a nightmare.” I think at that point I was trying to convince myself, not Jasper.

“Then Edward doesn’t need to know.”

It has nothing to do with Edward! I wanted to scream. “Thanks, Jasper,” I said instead, feeling irrationally relieved.

“You didn’t used to dream this much.”

“I noticed.” I snuggled into him and he rested his cheek on top of my head.

“What do you think changed?”

Easy question. Hit me harder. “Bella. It’s since she came. I don’t know what to make of it. I’m doing my best not to try. Some things are better left unknown.”

He frowned. “In whose eyes? Yours or Edward’s?”

I shrugged. “I’d rather not think about that either.”

Jasper let me lay beside him in contemplative silence. He stroked my hair rhythmically, soothingly. It was his constant touch that let me make it until 5:30 without screaming.

As soon as Edward’s alarm clock went off in the room over, I slid out of bed and flicked on the lights. While Jasper moaned and cringed away from the light theatrically, I rummaged through the bags of new clothes from our trip.

“Not a word to Edward,” I spat, turning to him with an armful of clothes. “Or I will hunt you down and kill you, Jasper Hale.” And then I marched off to the bathroom, where Rosalie already stood curling her hair.

“Good morning,” I said, dropping my stuff on the counter.

She looked at me, startled. “Jesus, Alice. Don’t take it out on me.”

Okay, so maybe I threw my stuff down. Big difference. “Sorry, Rose.”

“And a good morning to you, too.” She gestured with the curling iron as if to toast me.

I bowed.

“You dork.”

“You look really pretty today, Rose,” I noted. She did. Much more dressy that normal. “Are you dressed up for something specific?”

“Um…. No. Not really. Going back to school. It’s Monday. It’s a statement. I like looking nice.” She shrugged dismissively and sprayed her hair.

I got a brief mental image of half the school wolf-whistling. “A statement? Did you fight with Emmett?”

She set the hairspray down rather hard. “Nope. Just making a statement. Why so nosy, Alice?”

Why so nasty Rose? I wanted to ask. I said nothing.

When we walked out into the kitchen, Edward took one look at Rosalie and folded up his newspaper, shoving it away in disgust. “For the love of God. Is that really necessary?”

Emmett cheered. Rosalie flounced to his side and pecked his cheek, pulling a plate of toast towards her. Esme shot Emmett a warning glare.

I slipped into the seat beside Edward and poured myself some coffee. “What’s that all about?”

“Um…” He cleared his throat and took a rather large bite of toast. I watched him sternly while he choked on crumbs.

“You gonna tell me?” I asked when he was done coughing.

He wiped his eyes. “There’s no need to be vicious, Alice. But Rosalie is trying to make a statement. About her status.” He lowered his voice. “And make sure everyone knows that she was there before Bella.”

“Oh.” There was a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach, but I pushed it away. “She seriously needs to get over that. I mean, she doesn’t even know that Bella’s going to be here today. She should save it for a better day.”

Edward choked on his toast again. “Bella’s not going to be there?”

“I don’t know.” I looked out the window distantly, wishing that Bella hadn’t come up. The sun was just starting to rise – and since today was a rare, non-cloudy day, I could see its rays poking through the forest around the house. Last night’s rain left everything sparkling and fresh, and a light fog rose eerily. It was beautiful.

“What aren’t you telling me, Alice?”

Damned perceptive Edward. I shoved my chair away from the table and scowled at him. “Nothing, Edward. Why are you so pushy? Maybe Rose is right. Maybe everyone is a little too obsessed with Bella.” Feeling automatically guilty, I stormed out to the cars and sat, listening to music, until everyone else was ready to go.

The drive to school was long, quiet, and tense. Jasper rubbed my back soothingly, and I leaned into him, watching the trees flash by outside. He knew me so well. Well enough to know that something had gone down between Edward and I.

I generally viewed school as a passably tolerable seven hours, during which I could think about the weekend, about Jasper, and about the latest model Porsche. That’s not to say that I didn’t do well. I did. I just paid very little attention. The only class that ever stood out to me – and it was only a recently notable class – was Textile Arts. Added to the fact that it was a creative, no-thinking class that let me design my own clothes, I had it with Bella.


Bella wasn’t in Textile Arts today. Though I was almost sure that I was the only one who noticed, her seat in the far back corner was painfully empty. I couldn’t focus on my designs. I was worried.

In spite of that, most of the morning passed without incident. I didn’t really expect anything to happen – although I was right about the way 99.9% of the boys reacted to Rosalie’s miniskirt and scarlet lipstick. The 0.1% of boys – the ones who didn’t react – consisted of Edward, Jasper, and a fuming Emmett. I watched Edward and Jasper snicker about it at lunch, every time that Emmett caught someone else staring. I was amused.

Sort of.

Edward hadn’t noticed Bella’s empty seat, yet. My eyes wandered to her normal table, and for a hopeful moment, I wondered if she’d just decided to ditch Mike and Jessica and go sit somewhere else. But then I heard Edward sigh.

“She’s not here, Alice.”

I turned to him, startled. “What?”

He glanced over at our siblings, who were all talking about something else. Laughing. Distracted. “Bella isn’t here,” he said, his voice lower. “I think she’s mad at me.”

I stifled a giggle. “Edward, why would she be mad at you? You didn’t do anything.”

He shrugged noncommittally, not quite denying that.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.” He seemed to hate himself even more when he said that.

I sighed. “Do you want to talk?”

Edward glanced at the others again, specifically at Rosalie. “I don’t really think, Alice, that now is the time or place to talk about Bella.” He leaned closer. “I’d rather not think about it, actually. But I’m afraid that I did something wrong…”

I touched his hand lightly across the table. “Girl problems, Edward? Really? You need to talk. You didn’t tell me everything.”

For half a second, he really seemed tempted by the offer. Then he jerked his hand away. “Alice, I don’t want to talk about things any more than you do. Why don’t you back off?” He grabbed his tray and marched away.

Jasper scooted closer to me. “What was that? Edward’s pissed.”

“Um…” I played with Jasper’s sleeve, trying to distract him. But he forced my face up to him. “I don’t know. I think Edward knows that I had a dream.”

“Edward knows everything,” Emmett said, around a mouthful of hotdog. “Except for how to be with the ladies.”

Rosalie smacked him and he kissed her cheek.

“Edward does know everything,” Jasper said seriously. “He knows when you don’t want to talk. He just needs to learn how to respect that.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t see him talking either.” I felt almost as grouchy as Edward, but I could control myself better than him. I didn’t have to storm away and have a hissy fit every time someone tried to get me to talk about the things I needed to.


No, I could be strong. I picked up my tray and went over to sit at the other side of the table, right next to Rosalie. That wasn’t running away. It was just a bit of distance.