Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 13, 2012 17:24:09 GMT -5
This evening Esme was reading a letter to us from our friends who lived in Alaska. The three women had gone to Volterra, Italy and had wanted to share the news with us. Even though Carlisle had lived with the Volturi centuries ago, none of us wanted to visit. The Volturi enjoyed collecting vampires with gifts and we tried to stay under their radar. Irina, Kate and Tanya said that Aro hadn't asked to read their memories so he still didn't know about the gifts that our family entertained. Esme had just gotten to the closing sentiments when Alice had stiffened as a vision played through her mind.
There was snow on the ground and lying heavily on the trees that surrounded a large parking lot. A sign in the background read Forks High School. Standing at the back of a behemoth of a truck, its paint rusted and faded from the original red, was the young woman from the earlier visions. Her head snapped up and an expression of abject terror marred her delicate features. The perspective changed suddenly and a blue van was sliding toward her on a sheet of black ice.
A blurred shape that I recognized as myself sped to her and then disappeared with her between the van and the truck. Gasping, I fell to my knees as Carlisle put his hand on my shoulder. Alice, in Jasper's arms, was in no better shape as we both hissed loudly. Once again the vision changed.
Two ambulances were on the scene and I was standing next to a gurney where the girl was being fitted with a neck brace. The look on her face should have withered me where I stood. She was telling the EMT that she did NOT need to go to the hospital and asking him why they weren't fussing over me since I had been on the ground with her between the wrecked vehicles.
Once I had caught my breath I told them what this vision consisted of and that I had seen a sign for Forks High School. Esme told Alice and Jasper that we had lived in the area of Forks, Washington many years ago and that we still had a house near there.
Grabbing paper and pencils, Alice and I both sketched the scenes from the vision as quickly as we could. Emmett suggested we try to focus on license plates, that way we could see what year it was. His suggestion netted us Washington plates with 2005 stickers on them.
It was hard to remember that this was my future, and as such, surely it could be changed. We didn't know if this was before the wedding, or after, if she was a student or a teacher. Rose asked us to sketch the young woman's hair. Her long curls were featured prominently in the scenes from the wedding vision. Again Alice and I sketched furiously. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when we realized that, even with her hair hanging down over a winter jacket, it was a couple of inches shorter than it was in the wedding. We hoped that meant that the wedding vision came later, which would mean that she had survived this accident with no permanent injury.
Emmett joked, when he saw the sketch of her on the gurney, that she was giving me the look. When I questioned him about that, he said, "You know, the look that wives and girlfriends give you that mean you aren't getting any…" Esme immediately took him to task, even as Alice and Rosalie smirked at their mates.
After much discussion it was decided that at some point we'd be moving back to Washington State. Knowing that we can't be in one place too long, we decided to wait until we had further information before we made the move there. We don't want to arrive too early and hopefully Alice will see something that would help us determine when the move would be most advantageous.
I promised myself that when we are in the high school parking lot during any inclement weather, this scenario won't have a chance of happening. I'll be right there beside this young woman who, even though I haven't met her yet, already holds my heart. I will protect her with my life.
Anticipation fills me when I realize that I will see her in no later than 2005. Thirty years to an immortal isn't really that long. At least that's what I'll keep telling myself.
There was snow on the ground and lying heavily on the trees that surrounded a large parking lot. A sign in the background read Forks High School. Standing at the back of a behemoth of a truck, its paint rusted and faded from the original red, was the young woman from the earlier visions. Her head snapped up and an expression of abject terror marred her delicate features. The perspective changed suddenly and a blue van was sliding toward her on a sheet of black ice.
A blurred shape that I recognized as myself sped to her and then disappeared with her between the van and the truck. Gasping, I fell to my knees as Carlisle put his hand on my shoulder. Alice, in Jasper's arms, was in no better shape as we both hissed loudly. Once again the vision changed.
Two ambulances were on the scene and I was standing next to a gurney where the girl was being fitted with a neck brace. The look on her face should have withered me where I stood. She was telling the EMT that she did NOT need to go to the hospital and asking him why they weren't fussing over me since I had been on the ground with her between the wrecked vehicles.
Once I had caught my breath I told them what this vision consisted of and that I had seen a sign for Forks High School. Esme told Alice and Jasper that we had lived in the area of Forks, Washington many years ago and that we still had a house near there.
Grabbing paper and pencils, Alice and I both sketched the scenes from the vision as quickly as we could. Emmett suggested we try to focus on license plates, that way we could see what year it was. His suggestion netted us Washington plates with 2005 stickers on them.
It was hard to remember that this was my future, and as such, surely it could be changed. We didn't know if this was before the wedding, or after, if she was a student or a teacher. Rose asked us to sketch the young woman's hair. Her long curls were featured prominently in the scenes from the wedding vision. Again Alice and I sketched furiously. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when we realized that, even with her hair hanging down over a winter jacket, it was a couple of inches shorter than it was in the wedding. We hoped that meant that the wedding vision came later, which would mean that she had survived this accident with no permanent injury.
Emmett joked, when he saw the sketch of her on the gurney, that she was giving me the look. When I questioned him about that, he said, "You know, the look that wives and girlfriends give you that mean you aren't getting any…" Esme immediately took him to task, even as Alice and Rosalie smirked at their mates.
After much discussion it was decided that at some point we'd be moving back to Washington State. Knowing that we can't be in one place too long, we decided to wait until we had further information before we made the move there. We don't want to arrive too early and hopefully Alice will see something that would help us determine when the move would be most advantageous.
I promised myself that when we are in the high school parking lot during any inclement weather, this scenario won't have a chance of happening. I'll be right there beside this young woman who, even though I haven't met her yet, already holds my heart. I will protect her with my life.
Anticipation fills me when I realize that I will see her in no later than 2005. Thirty years to an immortal isn't really that long. At least that's what I'll keep telling myself.