Bella's Babe

34) Phantom Beat Part 1

Hey to all, this is a

Alice/Rosalie fanfic and I found it cute!!

So here u are enjoy!

What Rose wants, Rose gets-but I'm getting ahead of myself.

We Cullens have lived together for roughly a century, roaming the world and settling down for as long as possible before too many questions are asked. It's interesting, actually, to see how little (though, sometimes, that isn't the case) humans vary over time or place; it's like they all follow the exact same script despite playing different roles in different plays over the course of very different time periods. Humans are safe, predictable. Like a well-trained dog around a newborn. I suppose that's why I like them.

We're vampires, by the way. That's rather important.

There are seven of us in total:

Jasper-he's the oldest vampire among us and still learning control when it comes to interacting with humans. He's got pathokinetic powers that allow him to sense, sway, and sometimes even experience the emotions of others, and he happens to be my favorite due to his gentle nature. Years ago, I had visions of the two of us being together, but... Well, things change. We immortals know that better than anyone else.

Emmet-the boisterous, overly-friendly muscle man. He's a good friend and, despite his intimidating demeanor, he's a real softie. He's also the only one who can take me in hand-to-hand combat. He and Rose have this on and off relationship and my visions of their future-together? Apart?-always vary.

Esme-the mother figure of our little coven. She's kind and beautiful and she always has time to hear me out. A true angel among men.

Carlisle-the father figure of our little coven. He serves as a doctor for all of Forks and he possesses the strongest self-control I've ever seen. Even I have had my share of trouble when it comes to the alluring call of human blood, but Carlisle barely blinks anymore.

Edward-the closest thing to a brother I've ever had. He's extremely old-fashioned and gentlemanly, which has managed to net him the affections of every girl at the high school we all attend. One in particular, Bella Swan is her name, has the most delicious scent I have ever had the pleasure of smelling. Her blood would likely be a complete flavourgasm-but that's not a safe thought. Suffice to say, he's brought trouble into our happy home.

There's me, Alice. I can see the future. No, really. Oftentimes, it's just little things that I can go on without ever needing to know, but sometimes my ominous visions are downright traumatizing. I try to remain upbeat, though, because I know my family needs that from me. If Esme is the Fairy Godmother, I'm like... Tinker Bell.

Which is funny because the big guy gave me that nickname ages ago due to my stature (I'll admit I'm a little vertically challenged compared to the others) and the "dainty" way I move about.

And, last but not least, there's Rosalie. I mentioned her before. Rose is... Well, Rose is a lot of things. A dozen adjectives-as well as confusingly complex emotions and thoughts-spring to mind whenever I consider my older "sister"-by title, not blood.

Like the others, she's tall, statuesque, drop-dead gorgeous. Like the others, she's capable of impossible feats of strength and speed. Like the others, she doesn't breathe, her skin is as cool as a fall breeze, and it sparkles like diamonds in the sunlight.

Unlike the others, she claws her way under my skin on a weekly basis, rolling around for good measure because she knows I'll hate it.

Rosalie is the only one who can affect me the way she does and she takes advantage of that.