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CHAPTER 2: Second Moon

 ALICE.

We; meaning Rosalie, Esme and myself, had been out hunting in the southern mountains of Alaska for nearly two hours before I was stopped cold in the middle of feeding by horrifying and severely dangerous visions.

Bella!

I clasped my hands over my eyes and gasped. How could this have happened? How could Edward have left her alone? I winced as images of two children being slaughtered mercilessly by a feral, dark-eyed Bella flooded into my head.

“Alice, what’s happened?” Esme asked me, her tone apprehensive. Her eyes anxious.

I ignored her question for a fraction of a second– long enough for me to reach for my cell-phone– and dialed Edwards number hurriedly.

“Edward left Bella alone,” I explained quickly. Impatiently. Infuriated.

And that was all it took for Esme to understand, at least partially, of what I was implying.

“Oh no,” Esme cried, drawing in a deep breath. Her eye brows pulled together from the middle.

“He’s not picking up!” I hissed, snapping the phone shut with such force that the alarming sound of crushing plastic echoed throughout the silent, desolate area we stood.

“Will we make it back on time?” Esme urged. Her hands were folded tightly together.

I peeked over at the stiff figure behind her, staring Rosalie straight in the face, and sighed.

“No,” I whispered, dropping my face into my hands, “We wont.”

Esme moaned.

“What’s going to happen after she kills–” I flinched unintentionally, “whoever it is that she kills?” Rosalie asked, curiously.

Peeking from my fingers to have a better look on her face, I was relieved to see that she didn’t find this to be funny, or amusing, at all. That, or she did a great job of hiding it. Rosalie might not have been immensely fond of Bella, but she at least cared enough not to think this situation interesting. Not that it could ever be considered that. If anything, it was the farthest thing from it. It was a complete and total nightmare. I would hope that Bella would be able to recover from it. She had, after all, decided that she would never harm a human being even before she was changed. She was different from us, who were changed not of our own volition. That difference may also influence her abilities to adapt and mentally recuperate. I feared the actions she would choose to take after this incident, which I could not yet see, more so then the incident itself.