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Jake is more than happy to sit with her in his arms, offering her any comfort that he can. He doesn't hide the few glares he shoots towards Leah for letting her get to the point of crying. He hated anything that caused Alice pain. But with the blonde vampire being out of the picture, his anger is being misdirected.
A soft knock on the door causes him to turn his head. Seth stands there with a glass of water in one hand, and a can of Charlie's beer in the other. [i "I'm not really sure what one is more appropriate for the situation, but I thought she'd want some variety,"] he explains himself, holding out each drink.
[i "i think water will do. Charlie will kill us if we let her drink. Go put the beer back before he notices that it's gone,"] Jake takes the water in his free hand.
He hands it to Leah to set on the night table, and shifts Alice in his arms. [b "Let's get you on the bed. It'll be more comfortable that way,"] he murmurs in her ear.
Jake doesn't really need her help to lift her, seeing as she weighed as much as a feather. He set her down gently on her blanket, easing her back on to the pillows. [b "I've got it from here. You guys go back downstairs,"] he urges his friends.
[i "Feel better, Alice!"] Seth waves and retreats down the stairs.
Leah hesitates for a moment before leaving them alone. [b "I'll stay as long as you'd like, if you want some company. We could play a board game or something. Take your mind off of things,"] his eyes stray to the violin case.
He grabs the glass of water and holds it out to her, silently pleading with her to take a drink to stay hydrated. [b "I should probably get you some medicine, too. Are you in any pain? Do you need Tylenol or anything?"]
Jacob's question had made Leah seeth, but she hadn't turned her attention away from comforting Alice as she snapped an almost whispering, hissing, [#ff597a "Shut up!"]
When Seth retreated downstairs where Embry was, that left Leah and Jacob with Alice.
[#ff597a "I don't know what's wrong. I heard her cry out in pain after a loud thud—it was her getting out of the bed, it must have been—and then I just... found here right here. Frozen, staring at the violin, and then she just burst into tears."] Leah muttered, tucking her chin atop the slightly younger girl's head. [#ff597a "Is it broken or something?"] Leah asked of him, wondering if that was the problem.
If Jacob were to look in the case, he'd see that the violin there would not be the new one he had seen before the summer and before his change. It was not the intricate and carved one, but a plain one similar to the antique that had been demolished and repaired. In fact, if one with keen senses looked about the room they'd see that there was... a lot of emptiness in the girl's room.
So the vampires had left Alice in the woods after 'enchanting' her for months, and took the physical possesions from her that they had likely given. Such a wonderful thing to know.
Alice would be unaware of Jacob being able to assume or figure any of that out, though, for the tiny teenager raised her head to reveal bloodshot eyes, puffy from crying already, flushed cheeks, and a quivering lip as she looked up with utter heartache. The shine was once more gone from her eyes, she appearing as dulled as earlier in the hospital, but as she looked between the two something flickered behind the tear-induced shininess.
The pale Swan girl snapped out a hand, tugging on Jacob's shirt, and since it was undoubted that the secretly more-powerful-than-he-looked teenager would bend to her tugging, she had soon burried into the embrace of both. Granted, Jake and Leah bickered worse than the boy and his two elder, twin sisters ever had, but... Alice had always been the calming point between the two.
The pack sat around Alice's living room while she slept, keeping themselves entertained with some comedy movie and card games. After four rounds of poker, the hunger of the boys was unable to be ignored. [i "Check the fridge. You said Charlie told you we could help ourselves,"] Embry whines from the couch.
[b "He said we could snack, not eat everything in his house,"] Jacob retorts, pulling open the fridge door. [b "Which doesn't appear to be much anyways, unless you want a jar of pickles and something that looks like it used to be meatloaf."]
[i "I say we go get a pizza. She'll be asleep for hours anyway,"] Seth tosses a chip in his mouth.
Jacob hesitates, not wanting to just leave Alice all alone. If she woke up, he wanted her to at least have somebody there to help her. [b "Give me a second,"] he pulls his phone from his pocket and steps on to the porch to make the call.
By the time Leah showed up, begrudgingly, the two other boys were already piled in the car waiting for Jacob. [b "I appreciate this,"] he mutters to her, still reluctant about leaving.
[i "Just go before I change my mind,"] Leah's tone is gruff.
They're gone less than thirty minutes, but Jake checks the time every few minutes. Seth and Embry tease him relentlessly, making kissing noises. For the most park, Jacob can ignore them. When they get back to the house and Leah is nowhere to be found, Jake's anger starts boiling. Then he hears the crying.
Bolting upstairs, he freezes in the doorway as he sees Leah holding a sobbing Alice. [b "What did you do?"] he blurts, unsure of how to handle the situation.
[i "Shut up,"] Leah snaps, not even sparing him a glance.
[i "What's going-"] Seth halts. [i "You guys got this under control."]
The retreating footsteps leave them to the crying girl. Jake shuffles awkwardly to sit beside them, one hand resting on Alice's back. [b "I'm sorry. What can we do?"]
When Jacob had scooped her up and gave that dig at her clumsiness, she had threatened to bleach his hair in a still semi-drugged, sleepy state. Charlie had told them that the medication the nurses had given her before they'd all left would make her fall back to sleep, and that the first few hours of the three Quileutes watching the pixie-like girl would undoubtedly be filled without her actually being conscious.
And Charlie ended up right, for several hours passed before Mary "Alice" Swan found a path of return to the conscious world of awareness.
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The first thing that Alice was aware of after that brief bought of unconsciousness was that the material she felt against her few bare spots of skin was the familiar sensation of her lush, mock-velvet comforter. Her eyes would flutter open, taking a few moments to focus on the room that was dully lit from the cloud-dimmed sunlight outside.
Her brows slowly furrowed in confusion, her brain trying to process something that she knew was missing after her eyes had finished focusing... but then, after a few more seconds of staring at her old rocking chair, she knew [i exactly] what was missing from her room.
At first she lay there with a measly three heartbeats passing by before she snapped up into a sitting position in bed as quickly as possible. She almost toppled back over—as sleepy as her limbs still were—but she managed to hold herself up and scan her eyes rapidly about the room.
Bookshelves, the walls, her desk, the top of her dresser, and other place about the room.... Things were missing there too.
She opened her bedside table with her motions becoming desperate, as she opened the photo album she'd been gifted barely more than a week prior.
The "things were missing" trend continued there.
She just sat there a moment, many emotions pulsing through her despite they feeling... almost detached from her body. Suddenly her eyes would widen, and she'd quickly lunge out of bed to only thud to the ground loudly with a small cry of pain. Her ankle's injury hadn't changed just yet, and neither had the injury of her one wrist, but she didn't care as she used both injured limbs to scramble her across the ground to her closet.
She vaguely heard a concerned call of her name from somewhere in the house, but she cared not as she saw the two violin cases on the floor of her closet. The brown case with a silver inscription of her name on it was clearly still the repaired antic that her Grandma Swan had given her, but the other case.... It looked the same, but it was impossible to tell.
[i Please, please, please, please—] Her thoughts had begun that repetition of near prayer, but cut off as she managed to open the case latches with fumbling fingers. There was nothing more than a traditional, plain, common styled violin in the case.
Her heart skipped a beat, she staring blankly as a thickness slowly grew in her throat. The last connection she felt to her emotions leaving as she realized that every trace of the Cullens were all just... gone. Like they never existed.
[#ff597a "Alice? What's wrong? Why are you on the floor?"] Leah's soft voice ask, her confused eyes flickering between the girl and the violin case. Alice looked up, her eyes dead-looking, but then they lit up with pure pain as the girl let out a whimper-cracked wail as she began sobbing in tears of pure misery.
Leah, not knowing what else to do, collapsed on the ground next to the sobbing female and pulled her into her arms. She whispering sweet nothings and soft sounds of comfort. She knew not what she was crying about, but that didn't matter, because... she recognized that look. And, oh, that look made her blood boil... but the boiling was ignored as she hugged onto the girl and tucked her chin atop her head. Unable to do more than sit and hug her through it since she wasn't exactly strong enough to get them on the floor and to the bed.
Jacob stands quietly in the hallway, listening intently while Charlie rattles off a list of demands before he gives them guardianship of his daughter. [i "You know how stubborn she can be, so don't hover too much, but don't completely neglect her either. Maybe don't make it seem like you're babysitting her. Just casually hang out, and get her drinks if she's thirsty, or food when it's lunch. Help her to the bathroom. That kind of stuff. Got it?"]
Jacob gives him a scout's honor salute and grins. [b "Sir, yes sir. She'll be in good hands. Between her and Leah, Seth and I will be practically ignored. But we'll do our best to keep them both out of trouble."]
A moment or two after Charlie leaves, the door opens to reveal Alice and Leah. [b "There, now you don't look as bad,"] Jacob teases, tugging on her hair.
Before she can smack him, he scoops her up bridal style in his arms. [b "Sorry chief, Leah's orders. She's in charge when your dad isn't around. It's either me or a wheelchair."]
They gather quite a few looks from hospital staff on their way out, but Jacob tries to make it as painless as possible by cracking jokes. [b "Bet you didn't expect to get the royal treatment in Forks, huh?"]
[i "You've never carried me like that,"] Seth tugs on Jake's ear.
[b "You're not special enough. And we can trust you to walk without further endangering yourself. No offense, Alice,"] the wolf smiles down at her.
[i "I'll go get the car. Just wait here with her,"] Leah digs her keys out of her pocket and heads out in to the parking lot.
[b "Looks like we'll have to save those motorcycle lessons for later. Your dad was pretty strict about keeping you out of trouble,"] Jake informs her.
[i Fingers crossed?] Alice wondered at Jacob's words, momentarily confused by his comment until her father walked in moments later.
The news that she'd be allowed to go home were an absolute blessing to her mind, but then some slightly overwhelming back and forth went on. She didn't want to be selfish and keep Charlie from his job just because she was a little chilly and waste a day of pay on her, and the same reason of not wanting to be selfish for some pointless reason lead to the reasoning of not wnating Jake to need to waste an entire day on her either.
The petite brunette opened her mouth a little un-surly, about to stutter through a response, but was saved from needing to choose immediately by the appearance of another element.
[#ff597a "Or if you two were thinking a bit more sensibly, you'd in the least have a girl—whose only a handful of months older than her I might add—be the one to help Alice get dressed."] A recognizable voice piped up from the doorway, and turning to look would indeed reveal it to be none other than Leah poking her head in. Under her arm, Seth had poked his head in as well. A bright smile on his young face as he even gave a little wave.
At the site of them, the sense of calm that Jacob alone had brought... almost felt increased. In fact, she managed a smile that was her biggest so far. No sight of sadness within it.
[b "...I'll be fine with all three of them, dad. Jake will be the muscle, Leah will try to stop trouble, and Seth will help me make sure that Jacob and Leah don't break anything while wrestling for dominance over who should be in charge."] Alice spoke softly, her hoarse voice coming from her damage throat . Regardless of the painful sound of her voice, when one looked at her, they would see a little warmth back in her face that no amount of heating pads could cause on their own.
When the three of them would look at her, they'd see part of the Alice they knew, rather than the unconscious mess she'd been when carried out of the woods, or the almost dead-eyed look of disinterest in the world that Charlie and Jacob had gotten to see.
It wasn't long until the man and the two teenager boys were ushered from the hospital room. Charlie would need to leave right away, having told the doctors the permission given to the other teenagers and that one of them was legally an adult for potential unexpected situations.
It be ten minutes before Leah would appear, one arm wrapped firmly around Alice to help her walk. [#ff597a "Well, you walking tree,"] Leah began, moving towards him with the Swan girl, [#ff597a "We both know she won't stand a wheelchair to leave the hospital, so if you will do the honors of carrying her....?"] Leah trailed off, arching an eyebrow at Jacob.
Her answer didn't do much to quell his anger, but at least it hadn't been physical damage. He would be there to help her with her mental and emotional pain, but physical would be a different story. [b "Well...at least I don't have to track him down and break him in half,"] Jake tries to joke, but feels guilty when it only serves to make her frown more.
[b "I know it sucks to be in here, but it's for the best for now. We all want to make sure you're one hundred percent before we take you home. You're in better hands here than you would be with us. We're all hopeless at first aid. I remember last year, your dad sliced his thumb open and wrapped it in duct tape instead of using a bandaid,"] he grins.
Speaking of Charlie, Jake heard the officer's voice getting closer. [b "Fingers crossed for good news?"] he murmurs to her, glancing towards the door as her dad walks in.
[i "Well, they're getting the discharge papers ready. You're on absolute bed rest for the next few days, and we're supposed to pump you full of tea and chicken noodle soup to keep you warm. The doctor said you could have some lingering shakes, but it should go away in a few days,"] Charlie informs her, trying to smile but clearly still agitated by his daughter's condition. No father likes to see his child hurt.
[b "I can help her get ready, if you want to sign the discharge papers. I'm sure you have to get back to work,"] Jake offers. [b "I can stay with her at home until your shift is over."]
Charlie looks torn, but with everything that's been going on around Forks, he knows that Alice would be in good hands while he helped patrol. [i "Would you be okay with that? I don't want you to tell me to go if you really need me at home,"] he looks to his daughter.
The minute he took her hand she clung onto his, and she let out another small sob of emotion at the sensation of just how warm Jacob was. She still felt utterly freezing, but she felt like just from talking to and now having some physical contact with one of her oldest friends was finally allowing some warmth to seep into her veins. The warmth the doctors had been trying to seep into her because she had been in the grasp of hypothermia, yet the chill had still lingered... until now.
At first she only nodded her head along with his words, still the slightest bit dazed as her breathing calmed down from the fit of nearly hysterical crying she had almost dissolved down into. As he nudged her shoulder, mentioning a motorcycle and teaching [i her], the person who could trip on the world's flattest surface, to ride it? The smallest of smiles twitched her lips and she let out a soft puff of a laugh. The slight bit of joy melted away, however, at the question in reference to Jas-... Him. She couldn't think his name without the cold returning fully. She didn't like the cold. It was colder than anything she ever touched or had been touched by.
[b "....No. He didn't hurt me."] Alice finally whispered after a few long moments of silence. Then, with a slightly bitter-sweet upward twitch of lips she added, [b "Well, n-not physically anyway."] Her expression shifted to sorrowfulness once more, she looking up at Jacob with eyes that still had far too much of a formerly natural sparkle having been lost from them. [b "I want to go home. I don't wanna be in the hospital anymore; observation twisted wrist, ankle, and post-hypothermia be damned. I don't wanna be here."] The girl ranted slightly, and if it was any other instant it be comical but, in all honesty, it sounded almost heart-brokenly desperate despite the way the words had been spoken. The way her smaller hand tightened on his larger one—a stark contrast of rust and snow—further added to the barely audible desperation.
Then, looking up at him and giving a hesitant smile that was only slightly forced she added, [b "Charlie went to ask if I can just go home, but if the doctors say no you'll help me bust out, right?"] Slightly playful, but a faint underlying tone of genuineness once more proved how antsy the hospital was making a poor girl who had gone through too much in such a short time.
Seeing her tear up only made him more furious. The Hale kid was lucky to be out of town, otherwise Jake was sure that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from attacking Jasper. He takes her hand and gives it a light squeeze. [b "Yeah, it's me. I came as soon as I heard. Charlie's been frantic out there."]
If anything, Charlie looked more ready to murder Jasper than Jacob does. One thing he knows is that you never mistreat a father's daughter. Especially when that father is a police officer with access to many guns. [b "I'm not going to ask what happened right now, but I hope you know you can talk to me whenever you need to. I'm still your friend."]
He'd be there for her in a heartbeat, even though it kills him to just be her friend. But, he knows he can't push the boundaries. Alice deserves better than that. For now, he can be content with helping her overcome her emotions.
[b "You're going to have to get out of here soon and check out my new bike,"] he nudges her with a smile, wanting to cheer her up. [b "It has quite a bit of speed. Maybe I'll teach you to ride, if you want. Nothing more badass than a girl on a motorcycle, ready to raise some hell."]
[i Don't bring up Jasper,] he tells himself. Jake can feel the question on his lips. [i Did he hurt you?] Stupid question, he thinks. If she wasn't hurt, she wouldn't be in a damn hospital.
[b "He didn't...do anything, did he?"] he hears himself blurt out before he can stop himself. [b "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer. It's none of my business."] He breaks eye contact and shakes his head. [b "Just know that you have all of us supporting you. We all care about you."]
Her face had remained buried against the hospital pillow, even with the sting of the IV in the back of her hand from how tightly she was clenching at the cottony fabric. She was feeling numb in multiple ways and the world around her was... fuzzed.
She didn't feel like she was feeling anything at all, and to any who saw her they'd be able to say they, well, couldn't "feel" anything from her either. Alice Swan as an enigma subconsciously acknowledged by all who knew her; she radiated light, warmth, and happiness. She was like a black-hole that sucked you while simultaneously supernovaing and making you bask in the pure, enchanting, loving brightness that was her personality.
But now, there was nothing. It was as if it had all disappeared for those who saw her, and for her own self. She felt so cold and desolate.
So thus, she hadn't heard the two knocks on her door. She was lost in herself like minutes earlier, when her father had needed to use her birth-given first name just to get her attention.
However the sound of a very familiar voice, even if it belonged to someone she hadn't seen in months, made her stir. She raised her head, blinking owlishly with eyes that had no traces of the usual sparkling, enchanting, natural twinkle that was all but trademarked to her. She was bruised and covered in scabbed-over scratches from her run through the forest. Dehydrated, post-hypothermic, she baring a sprained ankle and an equally sprained wrist . She also hadn't spoken at all since being found and brought into the hospital.
Yet... and yet....
The Swan girl blinked slowly, owlishly at the Quileute teen who she remembered being much shorter, slimmer, and longer-haired the last she saw him. Much younger looking. Then again he was only just two years younger than her, so probably due a growth spurt. She looked at him, and some of that cold she felt went away. Slowly, a little of that sparkle went back to her eyes even if it was far from the natural happiness and warm-goodness she had radiated constantly before that moment.
[b [i "Jacob."]] Alice gasped out his name, voice hoarse and strained from hours of crying, screaming, and being without water. A dry sob passed the short female lips, her eyes welling with tears as she reached out to the boy who had been her friend for years even if they had only recently re-connected after almost a decade away from one another.
Jacob revved the motorcycle's throttle in a desperate attempt to make it go faster. Already pushing the limit of what the bike could do, he didn't even think about the consequences of being caught by the cops. Alice was in the hospital. The girl he'd been pining after for longer than he'd care to admit. At the moment, he could have the military behind him and he wouldn't stop until he saw her.
That freak had done it. The Hale jackass had gone and broken the best girl he could have ever asked for. Jake knew that it was going to happen sooner or later, but he'd nearly punched through his wall when Billy had informed him what happened. He wanted to find Jasper and tear him to pieces. But, Alice was more important.
When he pulled the bike up outside of the hospital, he'd nearly forgotten to take his keys with him when he ran inside. [b "Alice Swann, please,"] he's breathing heavily but not from being winded.
With the room number rolling in his head, he slams his palm against the button for the elevator. [b "Hurry up,"] he hisses under his breath.
It takes far too long before it chimes and he's let off on her floor, hunting the door with her number. He only pauses when he's outside with his fist raised to knock. Steeling himself, he gently taps twice. [b "Hello?"]
Stepping inside, he tries to force himself to smile. [b "Hey you,"] he keeps his voice gentle though the sight of her makes him want to kill Jasper more.
[b "Gave everyone quite the scare,"] he tries to keep things light, pulling a chair closer to her bedside. [b "How are you feeling?"]
He just needs her to say one word against the vampire. Just one word about how much he'd hurt her, and Jake swears that he would ride all night to find him and rip his head off.
[#6fa617 "Sam was doing it again, Leah."]
The girl mentioned glanced in the rear-view mirror at her younger brother in the backseat, eyebrow raised in silent question.
Seth met his sisters eyes in her reflection, sighing before clarifying, [#6fa617 "He was doing that staring-thing at me and Jake again! I swear, it's like he's expecting us to go bounding up to him like a pair of puppies or something."] While the boy's words heard by an outsider of the conversation might think it was a young teen being petulant about his sister's jerky ex-boyfriend, but in reality the words were said with traces of unease and even fear. Disgruntled, sure, but not the main reason behind the words at all.
[#ff597a "It may have taken me a while to realize it, Seth, but we all know how much of a bastard Sam Uley is. Me especially so,"] Leah huffed a sigh before turning in the passenger seat of the 1968 Volkswagon Rabbit. [#ff597a "Just ignore him and he'll eventually leave you alone. Whatever little gang he's got going on can start and end with Paul and Jared."]
Seth's expression was still unsure so the older of the two Clearwater children smiled playfully, hoping to lighten her brother's mood away from the worried thoughts over the.... weirdo that Sam has become. So, Leah spoke once more, [#ff597a "Besides, if he ever did kidnap you or something, Mom would go all monster on him. No ones gonna get one of those tattoos on her 14-year old and live to talk about."]
That earned a smile from Seth, the emotions of the car temporarily elevated despite the topic choice, but then the reason they were driving so late into the night to a hospital reemerged and the solemn, yet, thankful heaviness settled once more.
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The hospital room was silent beyond exhausted, tired breathing, the beeping of a heart monitor, and the steady dripping of an IV line.
[#216bb5 "Als.... Ally.... Alice? ...[i Mary.]"] The use of her legal first name startled her from her slumber, and Alice blinked tiredly a few times before her brown eyes were able to focus on the equally exhausted, yet relieved, face of her father. Charlie smiled at his daughter, moving a hand to slow run through her hair, [#216bb5 "I need to go talk to the doctor. They want to keep you overnight, and for the day for observation tomorrow, but I'll see if it's possible to go home. Alright, squirt? I'll be back."] The man's voice for once was not filled with awkwardness at being so sentimental and gently spoken. The past several hours had been too much of a scared to let any awkwardness come forward.
Alice was silent, swallowed once, nodded, and then proceeded to bury her face into her hospital pillow to escape the outside world once more.
Charlie sighed, brushing his hand through her hair once more before tucking the blankets in around the Swan girl and leaving the room to go find the doctor.
[i Last post as Jasper, and then I'll switch to Jacob when I get back!]
The Cullens hadn't even passed the Forks town-line and Jasper's misery was already suffocating. Esme had refused to let him drive alone, given his mental state, and had opted to ride with him instead of Carlisle. The rest of the vehicles were going to be shipped to the family once they were settled. Behind the wheel of the car, she looks over to her newest son and wishes there was something she could do to comfort him. [i "It's okay to be angry, Jasper. You're hurting. But please don't shut us out. We want to help."]
The blonde male doesn't pull his gaze from the window. His jaw tenses and Esme can hear the grinding of his teeth. [i "Take some kind of solace in the knowledge that you didn't hurt her. Alice doesn't hate you, and she's safe in Forks. You're punishing yourself too much."]
He gives a faint shake of his head. [b "I'm not punishing myself enough. Rose was right, and I should have listened. I got distracted and caught up in something that I shouldn't have wanted. I knew the dangers, but I did it anyway, and look at what happened. Maybe I didn't hurt her, but I almost did. That's just as bad."]
[i "I'm not saying that it's okay what happened, but it was out of your control. You did your best,"] she tries to soothe him.
[b "And my best wasn't good enough. Decades later, and I'm still weaker than any of you. None of you have come even close to slipping. One little paper cut and I'm back at square one. What does that say about me?"] Jasper finally turns his head to look at her with empty eyes.
Esme lays a hand over his and gives it a faint squeeze. [i "It means you're human, and you make mistakes. There's nothing wrong with that. We're not expecting perfection."]
He laughs bitterly and pulls his hand away. [b "No, it means I'm a monster. I haven't been human for a long time."] Without another word, he turns his attention to the passing scenery.
The fact the Cullens had left town near immediately after Jasper had made it home that afternoon was mere chance. They had been intending to wait until that evening like they knew he had told Alice they wouldn't be leaving until, hoping that he could maybe calm and change his mind, but seeing his emotional state they all packed up their necessities, got into their favored vehicles, and left.
If they had waited until that evening, until after the stars had filled the sky, there is a chance they might of stayed. For it would have been just a little after sunset that Charlie Swan would have begun calling their home-phone multiple times, panicked, because he couldn't find his daughter.
They would have been their for those phone calls, if they had waited until nightfall. But that appeared to not be fate. It appeared the Cullens' fates had been to leave Forks.
But they had been gone for hours, and it be a few hours more—in fact, less than an hour until sunrise—that the police chief's daughter would have been found.
[#216bb5 "I'm gonna try the Cullens' place again."] Charlie stated to the ones surrounding the hood of his cruiser where he was, in frustration, once more overlooking a map of the forest system that spanned behind his home; miles, and miles, and miles of trees, ledges, small cliff faces, rivers, and so much more.
Billy looked up from where he was shining his flashlight on the map, [#229e00 "Charlie, the Cullens left town. The medic who are waiting with the ambulance said that Carlisle Cullen turned in his resignation this morning."]
Harry Clearwater shook his head from the other side of the now confused, even more worried father. [#001e9e "Good riddance to them, if you ask me."]
From the other side of the cruiser's hood, Leah Clearwater rolled her eyes, [#ff597a "Dad. It's [i not] "good riddance" if we can't get ahold of them. Not if one of their sons is the only one who might know where Alice is!"] Seth, a recently turned 14-year old and high school freshmen, nodded his head in agreement with his 18-year old sister's words as he, the same mentioned sister, and a 16-year old Jacob Black all stubbornly looked over their own map with Sharpies and flashlights of their own.
The trio had stubbornly refused to go home. Alice's friends from school had been there until a few hours ago until their parents forced them home, but the Quileute teenagers had stubbornly ignored their duo of father's words and remained. They may not be allowed into the forest, but they were doing all they could to help coordinate the over a hundred people searching.
Seth would glance up and over the grown mens' shoulders, and would tense up with relief yet worry, all at once, due to the sight of seeing the intimidating Sam Uley carrying the small Alice Swan. [#7bd900 "Charlie!"] And the small group would look to him, see where he was looking, and the police chief would spin around before gasping and sprinting forward.
[#cc0092 "She's alright enough!"] Sam called to the panicked father, and once the older man was close enough her carefully transferred the almost unconscious girl into her father's arms. [#cc0092 "One of her feet and one of her ankles seem injured, she's got scrapes, probably a few bruises, and I think she's hyperthermic. You need to get her to a hospital, but otherwise she should be fine."] Charlie nodded, taking a moment to rest his head against his daughter's head as he cradled her protectively in his arms and all but whispered in thankfulness, [#216bb5 [i "Thank you,] Sam."]
The next few minutes would be a flurry of actions. Search-party leaders would walkie-talkie and phone call those they'd been put in charge of to let them know the Swan girl had been found, Charlie would be in the passenger seat of an ambulance speeding off to the hospital with the male EMT driving, while the female EMT in the back would be stripping his daughter and putting her in heating blankets, on fluids, and heating packs to try and regulate her body temperature.
And of course, before either Billy Black or Harry Clearwater had even finished a brief conversation with Sam Uley, the trio of teenagers who had stubbornly refused to go home had hoped into a certain reservation-chief's son's old car to zoom off to the hospital after the ambulance.
Jasper could feel the range of emotions flaring from his home before he even finishes the walk to the house. Anger, depression, bitterness. All radiating from his family - the others that he had hurt with his mistakes.
Trudging through the door, he stands in the foyer for a moment before climbing the stairs. The Cullens sit in the den, all with somber expressions. Esme is the first to rise from her seat, reaching for her adopted son. [i "Honey, you're being too hard on yourself. We don't have to do this."]
Instinctively, he steps back. He can feel her hurt at this move, but he refuses to crumble in front of them. [b "I deserve to feel all of this. This should never have happened. It was a mistake."]
[i "You don't mean that,"] Edward interjects.
[b "What the hell do you know, Edward?"] Jasper spits. [b "You didn't almost kill Bella, did you? You should hate me for what I did. I could have hurt the only blood family that Bella has left."]
The husband and wife look to each other silently, but don't say anything more. [b "This is the only way. We need to leave. We've overstayed our welcome in Forks."]
As he steps forward to move past towards his room, Rosalie grabs his arm gently. [i "Jasper."]
The blonde male wrenches his arm back and gives her an expression of pure disgust. [b "Here you go, Rose. You got what you wanted. Alice is out of my life. Are you fucking happy now? You won."]
He ignores their calls as he storms to his room and slams the door, making it come right off its hinges. Moving in robotic form, he starts gathering his things in to his suitcases so he could get as far as he can from this place. He doesn't even try to hide the angry sobs wracking his body until he feels Esme's presence, and collapses like a child in to her arms.
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