For All Of My Life | C. Cullen

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CHAPTER SIX
Watch Over Him

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-Minnesota, July 1844-
-Alice-

The time was coming. She could see it happening now for many many years, ever since her first vision at the tender age of nine months old. The first face she saw was full of shiny white teeth and bright golden eyes. She realized quickly they were the same color as her father's, yet different; she knew this man was not her father. But he was special to her, oh so special, and it took her over a year to get his name: Jasper Whitlock.

"Took you long enough."

"My apologies, ma'am."

Oh yes, she remembered that vividly over the sixty-four years that she had been alive, always watching the future to see if more of him appeared. All she knew was that she would meet him sometime in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The clothes were far from something that would be worn at that time, so she knew that the future held their fate. But she couldn't let go of him, couldn't stop thinking about the poor boy who grew to be a fierce vampire Major and later the love of her life. Well, she already loved him, but he didn't know that yet. In fact, he wasn't even born, and she was impatiently waiting, waiting...

Until it happened. 

The house in Minnesota, as the area was being called, had been in their family since she was a year old. While they had traveled a little bit—mostly because of Emmett's persistence as he grew bored and restless very easily—they always came back to that same house built by her father in 1782. While the Yankton tribe they knew was long since dead, the word of the family had been passed down to generations, none of which ever questioned why they weren't aging. The Yankton welcomed them there and they continued to trade and barter, helping each other out and staying civil. The family was truly worried, though, as, when the United States bought the territory from France in 1803, that meant they were rounding up the Natives and shoving them west or just tossing them on reservations. The Cullens desperately hoped that wouldn't happen to their friends, even as the Colonists got closer and closer to the area.

Alice was in the middle of helping her mother make bread when the vision hit, making her nearly fall to the floor.

"Alice?!" she heard her mother call, panicked and worried, warm hands fluttering over her, but she was lost in the depths of the vision. It was then she knew that she didn't have to wait much longer.

Jasper is born, she thought, and slowly she came out of the vision, shaking off herself and eying her mother before drifting over to her father and brother who lingered in the doorway, both equally worried. She just smiled, shook her head, and stood up. She brushed off her skirt and went back to making the bread, humming with the huge smile on her face, and missing the confused looks that her family shot each other.

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-Chicago, Illinois, September 1918-
-Annabelle-

Carlisle had been at the fever ward for days now, leaving then and again to hunt with Emmett and Alice, before going back to do his duty. Annabelle missed her husband, but she was so proud of him, helping people who were too sick to help themselves. Human doctors and nurses were getting sick and dying as well, but Carlisle couldn't. Annabelle had asked him if she could help him as a nurse, but he emphatically refused, even though they both knew it wouldn't affect her. But she was sure that the two sicknesses she did have—when they first met and denied their mating bond, and then the morning sickness when she got pregnant—played a factor in his decision. Though he also wouldn't let Alice help him, either, and wouldn't let Emmett go help out with the war, so she knew it was simply a man looking to protect his family.