New Moon isn't my favorito book, but I thought it would be interresting to read Alice's POV for a change. =) Hope you enjoy it! It's pretty long...sorry...

"She should be here in about ten mais seconds," I told my brother, focusing my eyes on the entrance to the parking lot.
Edward rolled his eyes. "Take it easy on her," he warned me. "You know Bella. This dia will be really hard for her. You know what she wants mais than anything--" He broke off and clenched his teeth. "She won't make it too difficult for you tonight, Edward," I tried to comfort him. "She'll only ask a few times." He grimaced down at me. "Anyway," he continued. "I agreed to let you throw this party, something I'm sure I'll pay for later." he chuckled. "Just don't overwhelm her, alright? You know how she gets." I nodded. I did know. "Fair enough," I told him. "Here she comes."
Just then Bella's rusted old Chevy came around the corner. She didn't see us at first as she looked for a parking spot. I sighed, looking at the faded naco, pedaço, hunk of rusted metal. "Edward, won't you let me get her a car for her birthday, at least?" I begged. He frowned down at me. "No, Alice. She loves that truck, and, for whatever reason, I'm not sure. I'd amor to buy her a car, too, but she's so determained to keep her truck as is. You already got the plane tickets and the radio--that should overwhelm her enough. Let's not push it, shall we?" I made my lower lip stick out in a pout. "Fine. She'll be looking over in a second, act natural." He rumpled my hair--this was atuação natural for him--and I smoothed it back down, frowning up at him. He grinned back at me.
Bella glanced up from inside her truck, looking for us. Her eyes flickered to Edward and she smiled and fumbled with her seatbelt for a minute, then opened the Chevy door and stepped out. Then she noticed me, standing there holding the plane tickets with an excited smile on my face. I couldn't wait to tell her that these tickets were for visiting her mother in Jacksonville, and despite Edward's warnings, I brought them along so that she could open them right away. Her smile faded and she slammed her truck door hard; a chuveiro of rust specks fluttered down to the wet pavement. She started walking extremely slowly, even for a human, towards us. I couldn't wait for her to get over to us. I skipped towards her.
"Happy birthday, Bella!" I held out the present eagerly.
"Shh!" she glanced around warily, making sure no one had heard me. She was being ridiculous.
I ignored her. "Do you want to open your present now or later?" We made our way back towards where Edward was standing. I bit my lip, hoping her mood would change and she'd open them now. She'd be so happy, I was sure. What she wanted mais than anything (aside from being immortal) was to visit her mother. The tickets ought to brighten her day...
"No presents," she protested, her eyes locked on Edward's face.
So much for that. "Okay . . .later, then. Did you like the scrapbook yor mom sent you? And the camera from Charlie?" Actually, I had recommended to Charlie to get Bella a camera, thinking she'd like it. Bella sighed. "Yeah, they're great," she replied in a monotone.
"I think it's a nice idea," I told her, trying to change her mind about the concept of receiving gifts. It would only be worse tonight. "You're only a senior once. Might as well document the experiance."
"How many times have you been a senior?" she shot back.
I grimaced. "That's different," I said. We stood beside Edward now and Bella reached out eagerly to take his hand.
"So, as discussed, I am not allowed to wish you a happy birthday, is that correct?" Edward asked her. I knew that Edward wished Bella wouldn't be so amargo, amarga about her birthday, too. We heard Bella's heartbeat stutter. "Yes. That is correct," she replied.
"Just checking," he said, running a hand through his untidy hair. "You might have changed your mind. Most people seem to enjoy things like birthdays and gifts." What I wouldn't do to put a little hairgel in it, I thought longingly, looking at his even messier hair. Edward's sloppy style always bugged me. Clothes and CD's littered his room, he left his piano books everywhere... He glared at me, leitura my thoughts. I laughed at his expression, but tried to convince her myself. "Of course you'll enjoy it. Everyone is supposed to be nice to you today and give you your way, Bella. What's the worst that could happen?" I could see that she was about to answer my rhetorical question, and I braced myself.
"Getting older," she said, and her voice shook a little. Edward froze into a statue beside her. Here we go, I thought towards him. Prepare for twice tonight in the car. He grimaced down at me, but Bella didn't see. She was frowning down at the ground, that little pucker between her eyes.
"Eighteen isn't very old," I told her. "Don't women usually wait till they're twenty nine to get upset over birthdays?"
"It's older than Edward," she mumbled, still looking down. Edward sighed.
"Technically," I said, trying to make them both happy again. "Just por one little year, though." In my opinion, Bella was taking her human life for granted. I longed to be human like she was. She had so many great experiances ahead of her.
And she wanted to throw it all away just to be like us.
There was really nothing you could say to this girl. She was even mais stubborn and determained than me, even mais then Edward, which I had always thought impossible. But I kept seeing visions of her eventually being a vampire. I couldn't see what argument won or who changed her, but she was there; her red eyes glowing, her skin hard, cold, and even whiter than it was now. I saw another one of these pictures, and Edward hissed, glaring down at me, but again it was too quiet for Bella to hear. Sometimes that came in handy. I would miss that when she became immortal. Edward continued to glare down hardly at me.
"What time will you be at the house?" I said, trying to distract them. It worked; Edward was looking warily at Bella's bewildered expression. "I didn't know I had plans to be there," Bella said. "Oh, be fair, Bella!" I complained, finally sick of her depression. "You aren't going to ruin all our fun like that, are you?" Well, mostly my fun, but still...
"I thought my birthday was about what I want." Had to hand it to her, she had good logic, twisting my anterior words around like that. I ignored her anyway.
"I'll get her from Charlie's right after school," Edward said, ignoring her also.
"I have to work!" she protested desperately. But she was losing. Winning an argument against Edward and I was impossible. I could see it, anyway. She would be there. I played along, though.
"You don't actually," I told her. "I talked to Mrs. Newton, and she's trading your shifts. She said to tell you 'Happy Birthday.' "
"I--I still can't come over," she said, racking her brain for other pointless excuses. "I, well, I haven't watched Romeo & Juliet yet for English."
I snorted. Pathetic. "You have Romeo and Juliet memorized."
"But Mr. Berty said we needed to see it performed to fully appreciate it--that's how Shakespear intended it to be presented."
Edward rolled his eyes, also tired of her excuses.
"You've already seen the movie." I had watched it with her once. I couldn't understand the draw it had for her.
"But not the nineteen-sixties version. Mr. Berty said it was the best."
That did it. I glared at her. "This can be easy, or this can be hard, Bella, but one way or the other---"
Edward rudely interrupted me. "Relax, Alice. If Bella wants to watched a movie, then she can. It's her birthday."
"So there," Bella added, looking smugly at me.
"I'll bring her over around seven," Edward continued, winking slyly at me. "That will give you mais time to set up." Bella's face fell beside him.
I laughed. "Sounds good. See you then, Bella! It'll be fun, you'll see." I grinned reassuringly at her, then walked away gracefully to my first class before she could protest anymore.
"Edward, please---" I heard her beg from behind me. I rolled my eyes and started to mentally plan the evening.



I saw Bella again at lunch, but thankfully she didn't protest again, as I knew she wouldn't. Maybe she was finally coming around, but it was hard to know with Bella. If I were Bella, I'd be looking progressivo, para a frente to this mais than anything. I would give almost anything to have a birthday and actually age.
I drove Edward's Volvo início so that Bella couldn't try anything funny. I heard them arguing in the parkinglot a few minutos after I left. I tuned them out and went to Seattle. I bought all the supplies I would need for tonight and crammed it in the trunk. I was about to start driving, but then my eyes unfocused, seeing things that weren't actually there, and my face went blank. A vision. I saw a jeep that I knew well, driving very fast down the highway. If they continued to drive like this, they should make it to Forks por seven...
It was Emmett and Rosalie.
I grinned widely and started the engine. Rose and Em had gone to Africa for a few months for another honeymoon, with no definite time to be back. I could see mais now; Rose was unwilling to leave the Safari, but Emmett wanted to be here for Bella's birthday. I backed out of the parkinglot and headed back to Forks, driving past Bella's house.
I could see Edward and Bella on the sofá together through the living room window, watching Romeo and Juliet. Bella was completely engrossed in the movie, but Edward looked out the window curiously as he heard his Volvo approaching. Emmett and Rosalie are coming back, I told him excitedly. I just saw them. They'll be here soon. Don't forget; seven'o'clock! Edward grinned and nodded. I smiled back and kept driving towards my house.
I unloaded all of my purchases in the living room: crystal bowls and plates, white tables clothes, silver wrapping paper, the cake, and dozens upon dozens of rosa, -de-rosa roses. I started setting up as quickly as I could manage, watching Emmett and Rose. The hours ticked down...
Even though I loved her and she was my sister, Rose and I had never been very close, so when she left it didn't hit me as hard. But I did miss Emmett. He was the only one who enjoyed life to its fullest with me. Edward was a great brother, too, but he was with Bella all the time now...
The vision switched in my head. The jeep was pulling into the three-mile turn-in now, and I could hear the gravel crunch under its tires. I threw down the rosas I was trimming and went to go welcome them home. They were still driving up when I went seguinte to their jeep. I bounced along the side of them, then when the jeep stopped, I hopped up and down in front of them. "What are you guys doing here? I didn't think that you'd want to come just for Bella's birthday! But I'm glad you did." I said excitedly. "I didn't," Rosalie said, glaring at her husband. "I thought I'd make a nice addition to the party," Emmett said, grinning back at me. He was as excited as I was. Rose rolled her eyes. "He's sick of Africa," she explained. "He wanted to support Bella today, too. For whatever unknown reason." "So did Rose," Emmett added. She hissed. "I did not," and she stalked away into the house.
"So where is little Bella?" Emmett wondered. "Did we miss the party?" "She'll be por later," I told him. "Can you help me set up?" "Sure," he shrugged. He helped me put the rest of the rosas in the crystal bowls. "This is a stereo for Bella's truck," I told him, taking it out of the box. "Now what I need you to do is install it as soon as she gets here so that she can't return it." Bella was predicatable like that. He nodded and started flipping through the instruction manuel.
In another hora or so, I heard the crunch of gravel as Bella's Chevy turned onto the turn-in. "She's here," I told Emmett excitedly. He had been playing with the radio in his hands, and now shoved it under the chair. "Everyone!" I called. "Bella's here! Come down, please." Rose came slowly and reluctantly, but Jasper, Carlisle, and Esme came much quicker. We all stood in the entry way, eyes on the front door.
"Not tonight, Bella, please," Edward begged. We could hear their voices, still on the first mile of the turn-in. I sighed. That made twice today. Just once mais tonight... Rosalie rolled her eyes in disgust. Emmett nudged her. "Be nice," he warned.
"Well, maybe Alice will give me what I want," Bella retorted. I looked ahead to see what would happen if I did that...and Edward let out a deep, long growl. "This won't be your last birthday, Bella," he vowed.
"That's not fair!"
Edward inhaled deeply several times. "This is a party," he told her. "Try to be a good sport."
"Sure," she muttered.
We heard the truck door slam. "I have a question," Bella said. "If I develop this film, will you show up in the picture?" Edward laughed loudly and was still laughing as he opened the door.
"Happy birthday, Bella!" we all cried. She blushed and looked down, surveying all of the decorations. I could tell she was uncomfortable.
Carlisle sensed her distress and put his arm around her shoulders. "Sorry about this, Bella," he whispered, looking at me. "We couldn't rein Alice in."
Emmett had a wide grin spread across his face. "You haven't changed at all," he teased her. "I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced as always." To his satisfaction, she blushed deeper. "Thanks a lot, Emmett," she whispered.
Emmett bent down quickly to retrieve the stereo from under the chair; so quickly that I'd bet Bella missed it. He curled his hand around the stereo. "I have to step out for a second," he said, winking at me. "Don't do anything funny while I'm gone." "I'll try." He grinned at her and went outside.
Jasper was leaning uncomfortably against the wall, trying to be as far away from Bella as possible. He never gave himself enough credit for his control. I took Jasper por one hand and Bella por one hand. "Time to open presents!" I declared. She did a cheap impression of a martyr face. "Alice, I know I told you I didn't want anything--" I was getting tired of this. "But I didn't listen," I finished for her. "Go ahead, open it." She looked at the tag, then ripped off the paper. She looked confused as she saw the stereo box. She opened the flaps. "Um...thanks." Rose smiled a little, but she quickly tried to hide it. Jasper laughed, stepping a little closer unconciously. "It's a stereo for your truck," he told her. "Emmett's installing it right now so that you can't return it."
"Thanks, Jasper, Rosalie," Bella grinned. She called a little louder. "Thanks, Emmett!" We heard his booming laugh from outside, and Bella joined in. We heard the wires being connected, and Emmett stepping out of the truck, closing the door too quietly for her to hear.
"Open mine and Edward's next," I said excitedly. I handed her the box I had held this morning, the plane tickets. I had waited so long to see her reaction for this! I bounced up and down excitedly. Bella glared at Edward, though. "You promised." Emmett came back in, joining the party again. "I didn't spend a dime," Edward assured her. She rolled her eyes and jerked her finger under the tape. A drop of blood oozed from her finger from a paper cut.
My face went blank, and I wasn't able to snap out of it in time to control Jasper. Luckily, Emmett was there to stop him. Edward and Jasper crashed into each other, and Emmett's strong grasp held Jasper back.
Jasper's only thoughts were focused on Bella; on the dark red blood seeping out of her.
She was lying, dazed, in the middle of a pile of broken glass, crystal, and frosting. I missed how she had gotten there. She looked at the deep, bleeding gash on her arm. The color was so beautiful that we all lost it right then. For one wild moment, everyone had their sights set on Bella.
Luckily, Carlisle took action. "Emmett, Rose, get Jasper outside," he ordered.
Edward was still Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante in front of Bella, wary of Jasper. Once Emmett and Rose had wrestled Jasper outside, he relaxed a little. I flitted to the closet at the topo, início of the stairs to grab him a towel. "Here, Carlisle," I said, handing it to him. He refused. "Too much glass in the wound. Bella. Do you want me to drive you to the hospital, or would you like me to take care of it here?" "Here please," she whispered. She still looked so scared. I was still holding my breath; her blood was pooling on the carpeting. So delicious looking...
"I'll get your bag," I said quickly, running upstairs. I found it easily, but hid in his study a few extra minutes.
I could hear Jasper far away in the yard, talking angrily to Emmett, Rose, and Esme. What did this mean? I looked ahead at what Edward was thinking, but his future was enrolados and twisted up at the moment. I sighed. I would have to keep watching. I came back downstairs with the bag and handed it to Carlisle. Bella glanced up at Edward from where he was standing over her. "Just go, Edward," she sighed. "I can handle it," he insisted. And, I could see then, that he could. But it was very hard; he was in pain right now. "You don't need to be a hero," she continued. "Carlisle can fix me up without your help. Get some fresh air." "I'll stay," he said. "Why are you so masochistic?" she mumbled. "Edward, you may as well go find Jasper before he gets too far," Carlisle said, not glancing up from his work. "I'm sure he's upset with himself, and I doubt he'll listen to anyone but you right now." "Go find Jasper," Bella agreed eagerly. "You might as well do something useful." I added. Jasper probably needed someone calm to reassure him. Edward's eyes narrowed but he nodded and sprinted out the door.
From outside I could hear Edward and Jasper talking. Jasper was still arguing, but quietly, and I couldn't make out the words. Finally I got too impatient. I looked at Bella with a tiny smile on my lips, then went outside to go find them.
Edward was talking in a low, soothing voice to Jasper, assuring him everything was alright, but Jasper wasn't buying it. He was standing a few feet back, arms crossed tightly over his chest, glaring down at Edward. He could feel the pain, confusion, and worry rolling off Edward and he was about to turn and walk away when I arrived.
"Hey," I said softly, putting my arm on his. He shrugged me off and glared harder into the black forest. "Jasper," I said soothingly. "She fine. Carlisle's with her right now." Actually, now I was trying to convince them both. Edward was on the brink of a major desision and it was making me jumpy. "I could have killed her," Jasper whispered, not meeting her eyes. "Edward, I'm so sorry. I almost took her from you." Edward held up his hand. "Luckily there was Emmett," he said. "Plus, I could have done the same thing." He looked past us, and he looked as if he was burning. "Edward," I said. "You couldn't have. I told you before, falling in amor with Bella and keeping her alive would require mais self-control than Carlisle has. Now you have more. You couldn't hurt her now." Or...could he? For the tiniest fraction of a second, I saw Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, and I driving away in a car. Were we leaving? Edward just shook his head and walked towards the garagem before I could see any more. The future was enrolados again.
"Jasper, please," I pleaded. He finally met my eyes. "What?" "Feel better," I said. "Just stop being so guily. You're not helping anything, here." He sighed. "I...I...can't. I don't understand how you all can do this so easily!" He turned back to the forest. "I was a soldier," he said. "But I never once showed weakness in battle. Now this human comes along, a little bit of blood, and suddenly I'm a...a monster!" He dropped his head in his hands. "You're not a monster," I said. "And it's a little bit different. You're a vampire. They're supposed to like blood. And you've been trying for a lot less longer than we all have." He showed no sign of hearing me. I sighed, then cocked my head towards the house. Carlisle was just finishing up with Bella. "I'll be right back," I told him and dashed towards the house. Jasper was a statue.
Edward arrived at the house at about the same time I did, though he hung back while I approached Carlisle and Bella right away. "C'mon," I told her, grabbing her hand. "I'll get you something less macabre to wear." After raiding Esme's closet for a few minutes, I handed Bella a camisa that was like the one she had had one before. We were just headed downstairs when she stopped me.
"Alice?" she whispered softly.
"Yes?" I cocked my head, keeping my voice low too.
"How bad is it?"
I checked back in with Edward, but it was the same as before, which was really worrying me. "I'm not sure yet," I told her truthfully.
"How's Jasper?"
"He's very unhappy with himself. It's all so much mais of a challenge for him, and he hates feeling weak."
"It's not his fault. You'll tell him that I"m not mad at him, not at all, won't you?"
Jasper would like to hear that. "Of course," I told her.
Edward was waiting for us. Bella walked warily towards him. The silver wrapping paper caught my eye. "Take your things!" I told her. I put them carefully into her hands. "You can thank me later, when you've opened them." The future shifted a little just then. Would she be able to thank me? I looked deeper, but Edward was back to the same gnarled, twisted thoughts as before. I glared at him, impatient, but he wasn't looking at me.
I waved until they were gone, then went to cadastrar-se Jasper in the living room, where he was talking to Carlisle and Esme. Emmett and Rose were already gone.
"I'm so sorry," he said, looking at his hands. "I should have better control than that." "It's perfectly fine, Jasper," Carlisle assured him quickly. Esme tentatively hugged him, and I could sense that he wanted to pull away, though he would never hurt Esme's feelings like that. "Bella is okay," Carlisle continued. "Just a few stitches; nothing minor." Jasper nodded and sprinted outside again. As soon as he was gone, I sighed and turned to Carlisle and Esme.
"What's happening, Alice?" Esme asked, concerned. I sank down to the floor. "I don't know!" I moaned. "What is he doing? All I can tell is that he's making a huge descision, and that desicion will be made sometime tonight. It's very close--he's trying desperately to find other options--but he knows he'll have to stick to his original desicion." "Let us know as soon as you can, will you Alice?" Carlisle said. I nodded up at him. Carlisle and Esme quietly left and I cleaned up the party scene.
After that was finished, I went upstairs to mine and Jasper's room. I perched on the cama and became motionless. After a few minutes, the cama gave way beside me, as though someone were sitting on it, and a soft, low voice spoke in my ear. "Hey." I opened my eyes and turned towards Jasper, beijar him lightly. "Hi," I said, sitting in his lap. "Feeling better?" I twisted to see his expression. It was still stormy and mortified. "Not really," he confessed. "How's Edward?" "Not so good," I checked again. "Nope, no change. Still as conflicted as ever."
I lost track of how many hours Jasper and I sat together, waiting for the desison that Edward was going to make. At about midnight, it happened.
"NO!!!" I gasped, hopping off the bed. My face was blank. He couldn't be serious! "Alice?" Jasper took my hands in his. "What's happening?" "No!" I moaned, hiding my face in his chest. Carlisle and Esme arrived in the doorway. "What is it, Alice?" Carlisle asked calmly. I could barely force out the words. "We're leaving," I moaned. "From Forks. Forever. We aren't coming back." The room was dead silent as this sunk in to everyone else. Finally Carlisle nodded slowly. "How long do we have?" "He expects us to leave tonight," I whispered, still hiding my face. "He'll stick around for a few days, make the most of his time with her." Carlisle nodded again, that same strange, slow nod, and he walked with Esme back downstairs. I finally looked up into Jasper's eyes. He looked horrified. "It's because of me, isn't it?" he asked. "No," I told him confidently. "It's him. He thinks he's constantly putting Bella in danger. But that's his problem, not to be conflicted with us. How can he do this?" I pulled out my cellphone and quickly dialed his number. He picked up, but didn't answer. "Come home. Now," I growled at him. He sighed. "Very well." I heard the soft thud as he launched himself out of Bella's bedroom window and then the phone went dead. He was upstairs in a few minutes, and his bitter, angry, sullen feelings, mixed with my worry and fury, were all too much for Jasper to handle. He kissed the topo, início of my head and then brushed past Edward, closing the door behind him.
"What is it, Alice?" Edward asked tensely. He looked awful. "You can't do this," I told him. "You'll kill her." Pain flashed across his face. I pulled a few visions from my head as proof. He skimmed each one. "I'll make sure she's safe," he muttered to himself. "I won't let her hurt herself." "Right," I said. "Because you'll hurt her the most! Can't you see? She can't live without you!" He shook his head. "Humans forget," he told me. "Their hearts heal." "Not Bella's," I said confidently. "This isn't the right thing to do, Edward." He looked at me. "Enough, Alice. What's done is done. We put her in mais and mais danger every day. She'll be fine." I shook my head. "No." I showed him some definite proof; Bella: zombie-like, dark circles under her eyes, screaming in her bed, and somewhat catatonic. "You'll kill her," I said again as each one of these flashed through my mind. Edward kept cringing like someone was burning him. "That won't happen," he said. "I'll stay long enough to make sure of that. Bella will heal." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself, too. "She'll find someone like Mike Newton--" he growled around the name. "Who can amor her without wanted to kill her everytime she gets cut." "You weren't going to kill her tonight," I said. "I already told you: Being in amor with Bella would take mais self-control than Carlisle has. You have that." He shook his head. "You don't understand," I said. "If I had just taken one mais breath, Bella would have been dead in a few seconds." "You couldn't," I said. "I know that." He glanced out the window; checking the light. I didn't want to see. "It doesn't matter," he said. "What's decided is decided. You will all leave as soon as it's light out. I'll stay with Bella for a few mais days, then I'll leave as well." "Edward, please." I was begging now. "You won't only hurt yourself with this decision, but you'll hurt everyone else as well. Esme especially," I added, knowing how he hated to cause her pain. He flinched but said, "I have to protect Bella. She deserves better then me, then a killer." I rolled my eyes. "You're not a killer! Everyone is impressed with how you can be around her and not hurt her." He just shook his head. "I have to leave before Bella wakes up." He turned away from me, towards the closed door. "I want you all gone por sunrise," he said. "Don't talk to her, don't let her know you're leaving. I'll leave in a few days." He opened the door and ran; I could see him running through the forest through the window. Jasper came back into the bedroom.
I felt like crying. Carlisle and Esme came in, their arms around each other. "What's happening, Alice?" Carlisle asked. "I couldn't make him stay," I moaned into the carpeting. "He said that we have to leave before sunrise. We aren't even allowed to say good-bye to Bella." I looked up then, and Esme's face was so twisted with pain that I wanted to drag Edward back here with my teeth so he could get a good look at what he'd done. Carlisle nodded and they turned and left to pack.
Edward was in a delicate state. If we refused to pack, he would snap. Unwillingly and slowly, Jasper and I packed all our belongings in a few huge suitcases. "Why can't he see what he's done?" I whispered to no one in particular, but Jasper moved closer anyway. "He can't leave her. Their amor is too strong. He'll have to come back eventually." "Edward is strong," Jasper answered. "Even you said that he has mais self-control than Carlisle, which I've always thought is impossible. And it's my fault, really. If I had better self-control, then..." He put his face into his hands again. I bent down to him. "It's not your fault, really," I said. "Edward's been leaning in this direction for a while now. Tonight just snapped him into it, that's all." I shrugged. Jasper didn't move. I sighed and looked out the window, watching as the sky went from dark blue, to light gray, and then to pink. I turned slowly away from the window. "It's time."
Jasper came back to life. I took his hand and he took the suitcases. We met Carlisle and Esme in the hallway. We all walked as if we were at a funeral. We all stood awkwardly around each other when we were outside.
"Now what, Alice?" Esme asked me. "We leave," I said. "Edward stays for a few days. Then he'll leave Forks, too. I'm not sure where he's going...but he's not joining us." Esme gasped. "He's leaving us, too!?" She began to sob and Carlisle wrapped his arms around her. "Do you know what Edward will be doing at all?" Jasper pressed. "I see him...in a filthy, dark corner...someone is speaking in Portuguese...South America, maybe? He'll check in every few months. That's all I know." I refocused on the troubled faces of my family.
"I suppose there's nothing left to do," Carlisle said unwillingly. "Let's go." Jasper and Carlisle loaded the luggage in the back of Carlisle's Mercedes. Esme and I stood together, looking up at the big house. "I'm going to miss it here," Esme said. Of course she would. Forks was her home. "So am I," I said, putting an arm around her waist. "But, honestly, I don't think he can stay away from her forever. A few months, maybe. But definetly not forever." Esme turned to me and her eyes looked a little hopeful. "You think so?" I just nodded, not trusting myself to confirm the answer out loud. What if I was wrong?
"Let's go," Carlisle said. "I'm sure Edward will check back to see if we have left." Esme and I got in the Mercedes with Carlisle and Jasper, and Carlisle hit the gas. I looked out the back window to watch our big, white house grow smaller and smaller until it disappeared.