Love Is Her Saviour

Prologue

Third Persons POV

It was in the evening when a pixie-like girl sat down on the couch with her blonde boyfriend.
In the middle of their conversation her eyes went a bit darker. Her mind went of. She saw colorful pictures in front of her, they were in her mind but from the girl's perspective it looked like that would really happen right now in front of her.
The colorful pictures slowly turned to cold and painful ones. Her boyfriend catched her change of mood. "Alice, what's wrong?" She shook her head like she couldn't speak. Her hands moved like she was drawing something in the air. Jasper jumped to get some paper and a pen. "Here you go. I get Carlisle." With that he ran of, across the house to a door on which he knocked.
A calm male voice called him in. "What is it, Jasper?" Before he could begin to speak they heard screaming and yelling that sounded like pain together with crashes.
Both men made their way to the living room. There on the floor at the table's side laid Alice, curled,  hands holding her head and eyes closed like she was in pain.
Jasper winced as a flow of pain, hurt, sadness and other emotions hit him. He knew that those feelings weren't from Alice, but it was still aching in his head.

Carlisle went to her side and laid a hand on her arm. "Alice it's ok. We're here. Calm down. Just take slow breaths ... See? Feel any better?" Alice nodded slowly after listening to his advices. "Good. Now tell us what you saw, ok?"
Alice was still not comfortable with the sudden emotional explosion, so she just pointed to the table where the paper still laid, which Jasper gave her.
But it wasn't empty anymore.

On the paper was a beautiful portrait from a young woman. She looked innocent and her eyes looked like they were filled with different emotions and secrets. Like they had their own myths.

Carlisle took the paper in his pale hand. "Was she in your vision?"Alice nodded. "And the cause of your screaming and yelling was her?"Alice nodded again.
Finally after some moments of silence she had recovered and began to explain her vision. "First it seemed like it would be a peaceful and calm vision, but ... it turned cold and painful.
First I saw a woman with a baby. Well ... I couldn't see their faces, but I felt the happiness.
That didn't last long, because the woman died. And that was when all turned darker and colourless. I could feel everything.
From the death to the pain and hurt.
The pictures changed to girl and two other persons which I think were her parents, but it seemed like the woman was her stepmother.
Again I couldn't see the faces. Both of them ... started to ... torture her. That's why I screamed. I felt everything the girl was feeling. It was ... well ... I can't describe it. If there would be a hell then it would feel exactly like it.
Then the pictures turned again. I could finally make out a face. I think it was that girl. She looked more older but I could see the torments of her past in her eyes. Before I could forget the face ... I draw her."
She mentioned to the portrait in Carlisles hands.
She looked up to him with her amber eyes.
"Carlisle?"
"Hm?"
"I saw you too. Both of you. You and the girl ... together. You looked like you cared about her. And ... I think ... she's your mate."
Carlisle looked back her before he bluffed:
"Bullshit!"
He looked at her in disbelief. Now it was Jasper who talked. "Carlisle it's true I feel it. Everything she saw and everything she felt. I would consider it. The recent events with Esme. I know how you feel about it. But please give it a thought. It may be possible that the fate wants someone else for you to care about." Carlisle shook his head wildly.
"No."
"Carlisle please."
"I said no!"
Jasper sighed. He tried to concentrate on Carlisles feelings. It wasn't hard to change them. But unfortunately it didn't go unnoticed by him.
"Jasper, are you really trying to change my feelings about it?" Before Jasper could response the front door opened and in a second Emmet and Rosalie stood in the living room smiling like honeycakehorses.

"What's the matter why so depressed guys," Emmet spoke up with his I-am-very-happy-right-now look. Alice went over her confused adoptive siblings and whisper-explained the whole situation inclusive the vision, when Edward came to the room. "Hey what's ..."
He stopped when he heard he minds of the others. He snorted in disgust.
"You've got to be kidding me. Really guys? Really?
After Esme left, you are considering to let some other girl step in her place? I don't know what you think about it and what you wanna do when it's time.
The truth is, I don't want to know. But if you ask me, I would let her drown!"
"Edward!"
It was Rosalie who screamed a little bit now.
"That was not a vision about you, buddy. And besides it's not Carlisles fault that Esme ran away from a family. It was her decision to leave and forget us. Like it is Carlisles decision what he wants to to about it. We only gave him the advice what he could do to forget about that incident and get over it. Really buddy you don't imagine what we feel.
Maybe you don't care about it. You just want someone to pay for it but that's not right!
You are stamping on others feelings like an elefant over his excrements!"

If Rosalie would still be human, her face would be red, close to an explosions with a heavy breath. Her boyfriend Emmet stood at wall with crossed arms and chuckling silently.
He had never seen his girlfriend so furious. Edward snorted again stormed out of the room and the house. They could see that he hangs on Esme. She was like his real mother.
His birth mother died before he became a vampire, cause was a desease. Esme had lost her kid which let Edward look like her own child in her eyes.

The rest of the family still stood in the living room in their huge house. After a few minutes of silence, Alice spoke up.
"Please. Carlisle. At least think about, ok? Do us the favour."
The others looked at him pleasing before he nodded slowly, almost unnoticed. Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmet went out, happy that Carlisle would think about it.
They left him in the house and went hunting.
He slowly went to his office where he let his thoughts roll like an avalanche.

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       (The Portrait Alice made)