Alice

As I crept silently on the pebbly road, I thought of Nessie and Jasper. Oh poor, poor Jasper. He was one of them now. One of those evil monsters. I hated them with vast passion. I felt angry and my face was on constant grimace, but I kept my cool. I had to. If I didn’t, I would blow my cover. It was evening and the sky was a happy orange. The clouds looked like they were lined with silver thread and dotted in the happy sky. The ground was smothered with golden autumn leaves like an aquatic of gold ingots. As I stepped on them they only made a tiny rustle, but unattainable to human ears. I was tiptoeing, my back against the mural when I heard a muffle and stones knocking each other. I was paralysed por fear. I had blacked out from terror, but I had no idea why. vampiros didn’t make noise, vampiros didn’t make any noise apart from speaking; only humans did humans made noise when travelling…unless I turned round to face Renesmee, and smiled. I was right. I opened my arms and flung myself at her. She nearly toppled over but I caught her just in time. I just hugged her and then pulled away to see her expression. Her mouth was parted and her forehead was a frown from drawn into her flushed skin.
“What are you doing here?” She asked weakly, as if she wasn’t that thrilled to see me.
“To rescue you of course. What’s the matter, are you one of them?” I shook her violently until her eyes rolled flipside into her skull, then I stopped and bit my perfectly cut fingernails and they rolled back. Renesmee detected the annoyance on my face. She pushed me further away from the castelo and then pleaded,
“You have to get out of here. NOW! They have got Jasper he’s done, he’s gone but you have to go. It took me a few human minutos to let the news sink in. Jasper!! He’s DEAD? It can’t be! It just can’t! Renesmee stared at me in horror. Awkward. My eyes stung but I couldn’t shed tears, my coração started aching. Even though it was Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante stiff, ice cold and hard as stone, it started ripping apart but I didn’t care where the pieces landed, I just wanted Jasper back. Alice you’re so pale… No I mean like really pale… Even for a vampire! I… I am so sorry.” Renesmee spluttered.
“I…I’ve…Jasper!” I cried, “W-who? How?!”
“Marcus-” I cut her off.
“That stupid, cruel, merciless, pathetic leech!” I screamed. Marcus he will pay! I shall avenge Jasper, if it’s the last thing I do, I swear! I didn’t, my cover or whatever. I shall fight my way through the walls, I shall run in there, I shall seize Marcus, and he’ll be sorry for his over-extended, cruel, life! I cannot think of any way to kill him painfully and just as cruelly as himself, but I swear I will! Maybe I should just end the Volturi once and for all on the way too.” I smiled cruelly at the result if I succeeded… I was angry and sad at the same time. I just stood there, my perfect ruby red lips slightly parted and my sooty pupils dilated. I suddenly recovered from the pain of my coração smashing and I exploded with irritation. Renesmee looked smugly at me as if she were trying to hide a smirk. I slapped her on the face. It was a clean hard slap that left a scarlet line on her cheek. She stood there, dumfounded. After she had recovered from her amazement, she lifted one petite hand to her red cheek and rubbed it.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, I don’t know what came over me, I-I it wasn’t me, it was something controlling me, or that’s what it felt like.” I explained remorsefully, putting a hand on her shoulder, she shook it off. She frowned at me; it reminded me of the phrase, ‘If looks could kill’.
“Just because you can’t face facts. You might as well face it. Jasper is a monster. He’s in too deep to turn back now. Face it.”
Renesmee then turned to the door and left me standing there, broken-hearted. I had to sit down. I collapsed onto one of the stone steps outside the castle. The cool breeze swept it’s way though the town whispering secrets of the spirits from the after world. The scent of sweet blood flared through my nostrils. I had only fed a few days atrás but the sensation of it was excruciatingly painful to stand. I dug my perfect French tipped nails into my cold marble arms and doubled over. I dug them in until my fingers and hands hurt from the strain. I was about to get up when a cold stone arm wrapped around my neck…