"But why do I matter? I'm not your friend or part of your family!" I was babbling now, oblivious to the tears streaming down my cheeks. Alice remained silent, her eyes burning with emotions I couldn't register. My mind was buzzing. What do I do? What do I say?
They're vampires! They can't be trusted!
They're so nice, though.
It's a trap! They're just waiting for the right time to strike.
They said they don't hunt humans.
That was probably another lie.
Their eyes are gold. They can't fake that.
They may be nice, but what about the others? What if they say otherwise?
Esme said her husband is a doctor. A vampire doctor that's around blood. That's saying something.
What does it matter? They still can't be trusted.
They could help. There are eight of them and only two hunters. They could protect me.
Why would they want to? I'm worthless. I don't deserve their help.
"I don't deserve your kindness. I'm worthless…" I repeated the words in my head, because they've always been true. I didn't deserve any kindness. I always brought pain to those who showed it to me. I started to stand, but I was stopped by two cold hands. Alice cupped my cheeks and forced me to look her in the eye.
"You are not worthless, Bella," she said firmly. Those orbs of honey made it clear that she meant what she said.
"But…but…" I was full blown crying now. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I wasn't used to being treated this way. I wasn't used to feeling this way either.
Why? Why did she care? I don't get it.
Alice pulled me into her shoulder as I continued crying. My body decided to move on its own and eventually I had my arms wrapped around her granite body, not caring anymore what she was. She held me for what felt like hours of crying before I felt her lift me. Through my blurred vision I saw that she was carrying me upstairs and in seconds I was in a different room.
She gently placed me onto a bed and pulled up the covers, using her cold hand to stroke my head. I couldn't object even if I wanted to. I couldn't stop crying, but the tears had lessened as fatigue began setting in. Alice leaned closer until her lips were inches away from my ear.
"You are not a worthless human, Bella. You are beautiful. We won't abandon you, Bella. We want to help you. Please, trust me. We'll protect you." She then quietly left the room, leaving me to myself. As my world faded into slumber, I thought about how sincere she sounded. I thought about her words, how kind they were. Then a realization hit me.
Her voice.
I don't know for certain. Maybe its wishful thinking, maybe I'm just insane. But I think…
It sounded just like the angel from my dreams.
I felt a myriad of different things converging inside of me at once. Anger, pain and confusion were among them, but they weren't the strongest. I felt a faint glimmer of hope. I don't know why, but I did. And despite the fact that I was in a house full of vampires, I actually felt safe being there. Is there something wrong with my brain? They're vampires, for God's sakes, they're dangerous, even if they don't hunt humans. Then again, I guess the thought of there being vampires that were good—for whatever that word is worth nowadays—had struck me before, but I'd never thought I'd find out in my lifetime.
I didn't dream for the first time in ages. Instead, I simply lay in a realm between consciousness and unconsciousness silently until I could hear voices. At first, I couldn't make out what was being said. They were soft and almost impossible to hear. Soon, though, I was able to listen in on the conversation they were having. Each voice was unique and seemed to have a musical quality to it, a different kind of unnatural tone. Combined, the voices created an odd symphony.
I listened with interest as each voice spoke, memorizing each tone.
"Are you out of your minds? How could you reveal our secret like that?" Her tone was deep and sharp, doing little to hide the underlying rage. It was fierce, yet still beautiful sounding.
"Rosalie, she knew what I was before I even spoke to her." A sweet, harmonic voice filled with gentleness and warmth. I recognized it. It sounded like Esme.
The female, apparently named Rosalie, snorted with disdain. "Well why is she still here, then?"
"She's scared, alone and hurt, Rose. What do you expect us to do? Abandon her?" That voice, the one from my dreams. Sweet and soothing, like ringing bells. Alice.
"Why does that matter? She'll just be another problem for us!" shouted Rosalie.
"IT MATTERS TO ME, DAMN IT!" roared Alice, darker and more violent sounding than ever. Her outburst was following by a crashing noise and several hisses.
"Girls, please, stop this. Rosalie, try and understand that we cannot abandon her, regardless of her knowledge. I simply will not allow it. Besides, she's injured and I'd like to check over her when I have a chance." This voice was male. It was older sounding and full of authority, but as gentle and compassionate as Esme's.
"I agree with Carlisle. She should stay." Another male, this one deeper, but calming.
"Oh? And how are the two of you going to handle her scent?" asked Rosalie.
"Hey, cut us some slack, Rose. We've been doing pretty damn well for ourselves so far." The last female voice was flutelike, but with obvious edginess.
"Amara is right, Rosalie. We're doing better," agreed the calm-voiced male.
"So what do we do?" asked a third male, louder and gruffer then the first two.
"I say we kick her out. Her problems aren't ours to worry about," growled Rosalie.
"Shut up, Rosalie!" hissed Alice.
"Why do you care so damn much?" the fierce girl demanded.
"Because I…she…"
"She thinks that the girl is the one from her visions," answered the calm male.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what visions?" asked the louder male.
"You never mentioned this earlier, dear," stated Esme, sounding slightly hurt.
"I'm sorry Esme, I really am. I didn't understand them myself until recently. And then I saw her and I…I think she is the one, you're right Jasper."
"Alright, I'm lost. Would you care to give us some details Alice?" the flutelike female, Amara, asked.
"Look, for the past few months I've been having visions with this girl, Bella, in them. I heard her voice and I could see vague details, but they were mostly blurry. All I know is that I saw her coming to us and…well; I think she's the one."
"The one what? You're not making any sense, Ali," Amara groaned.
There was silence for a moment, then a gasp.
"Alice, that's wonderful news!" sang Esme.
"Wait…you don't mean…?" the loud male began.
"Yes, Emmett. I do."
"Awesome! It's about damn time you found someone!" Emmett boomed happily.
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