[god is in the details]
They are coming.
For days that's all she has seen, with bits and pieces always changing, but they never stray from their course. They are coming. Their numbers keep fluctuating, their feelings, their end goal, but the thirst, the drive, that remains constant. It's like a different sort of burn, in her throat and in her head, and as the wolves surround them, uneasy, tense, it is enough to drive her insane.
That's an old song though.
For the most part, Alice knows that it will be fine, that when her family meets all of those newborns, so wild and fearless but prisoners of their own senses, that they will be fine. The time is ticking down, like some sort of clock in her head, and she reaches out to grasp Jasper's hand one last time. She just wishes that the dogs would stop moving so much; it's giving her a headache. Every time they move, cross into her sight, her vision blurs and something comes in and goes out and it's making her anxious, in a quiet way, a way that she doesn't like, for it's strange and unfamiliar to know and yet not know. All she wants at the moment is to see everything as clearly as she can, to be secure in what she knows, but the movement around her changes the pieces, moves them slightly and then moves them back. This isn't about her anymore, it never really was, though, it's about protecting her family, about protecting Jasper more than herself and even making certain those crazy wolves get out alive.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smelling the air and everything, trying to smell what's coming ahead even if she can't see it.
"They are coming," she whispers.
They are almost here.
She lets go of Jasper's hand, stretching her fingers out and then collapsing them into fists again, a gesture that would be nervous on anyone else, but it's her way of reaching out. Of feeling what she cannot see. Come and get us, she wants to call, come and see if you can win, she wants to dare, knowing the answer better than anyone. It's a bet she's willing to make and win over and over again.
The wind blows, tugging at her hair and bringing the scent of everything to her nose as she inhales again, slowly this time. As she breathes the smell changes, drifts from the wet moist smell of the Quileutes and the trees and even a few animals here and there to something stronger, something drier and that is when her mind, her sight, her senses go muted, blank, closing her off. Alice gasps, eyes flying open before her hands immediately go to cover them once more in the too bright light she's suddenly found herself in.
There's a strange feeling in her chest. Throbbing, quick and rapid, pounding like it has been there all along. It sounds like a heartbeat, but it's coming from inside her rather than out.
"I'm blind." It comes out a sputtered set of words, high-pitched and full of fear. Alice has never been afraid in her life, but now, now she knows what fear is. Something has happened, some strange happening that is bigger than herself and bigger than anything she could have seen and there she is, surrounded by heat and sand and a heart in her chest. "I'm blind."
The wind catches her hair, pulling at her clothes and she knows, in a different way, that something has gone horribly wrong. She shouldn't have bet at all.
For days that's all she has seen, with bits and pieces always changing, but they never stray from their course. They are coming. Their numbers keep fluctuating, their feelings, their end goal, but the thirst, the drive, that remains constant. It's like a different sort of burn, in her throat and in her head, and as the wolves surround them, uneasy, tense, it is enough to drive her insane.
That's an old song though.
For the most part, Alice knows that it will be fine, that when her family meets all of those newborns, so wild and fearless but prisoners of their own senses, that they will be fine. The time is ticking down, like some sort of clock in her head, and she reaches out to grasp Jasper's hand one last time. She just wishes that the dogs would stop moving so much; it's giving her a headache. Every time they move, cross into her sight, her vision blurs and something comes in and goes out and it's making her anxious, in a quiet way, a way that she doesn't like, for it's strange and unfamiliar to know and yet not know. All she wants at the moment is to see everything as clearly as she can, to be secure in what she knows, but the movement around her changes the pieces, moves them slightly and then moves them back. This isn't about her anymore, it never really was, though, it's about protecting her family, about protecting Jasper more than herself and even making certain those crazy wolves get out alive.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smelling the air and everything, trying to smell what's coming ahead even if she can't see it.
"They are coming," she whispers.
They are almost here.
She lets go of Jasper's hand, stretching her fingers out and then collapsing them into fists again, a gesture that would be nervous on anyone else, but it's her way of reaching out. Of feeling what she cannot see. Come and get us, she wants to call, come and see if you can win, she wants to dare, knowing the answer better than anyone. It's a bet she's willing to make and win over and over again.
The wind blows, tugging at her hair and bringing the scent of everything to her nose as she inhales again, slowly this time. As she breathes the smell changes, drifts from the wet moist smell of the Quileutes and the trees and even a few animals here and there to something stronger, something drier and that is when her mind, her sight, her senses go muted, blank, closing her off. Alice gasps, eyes flying open before her hands immediately go to cover them once more in the too bright light she's suddenly found herself in.
There's a strange feeling in her chest. Throbbing, quick and rapid, pounding like it has been there all along. It sounds like a heartbeat, but it's coming from inside her rather than out.
"I'm blind." It comes out a sputtered set of words, high-pitched and full of fear. Alice has never been afraid in her life, but now, now she knows what fear is. Something has happened, some strange happening that is bigger than herself and bigger than anything she could have seen and there she is, surrounded by heat and sand and a heart in her chest. "I'm blind."
The wind catches her hair, pulling at her clothes and she knows, in a different way, that something has gone horribly wrong. She shouldn't have bet at all.