Alice sat on the island in their kitchen, swinging her feet back and forth absentmindedly. They often teased their brother and his human habits, but they had all picked them up in their attempt to blend in with their human counterparts. Vampires were typically creatures of stillness, whereas humans were in constant motion, their bodies designed to live. Vampires were frozen. That they had managed to absentmindedly pick up on these habits was almost amazing.

Looking back to the previous evening, the two young men had absolutely tilted their world on its side. Their bodies were not frozen, they were almost human in a sense. They could feel their breath, hear their heartbeat, sense their warmth. While it wasn't exactly as a human, it was closer than they themselves could ever hope to mimic. Was it a byproduct of their supposed magic?

The fey vampire let her eyes cloud over, searching their future with her power. She had often tried to search with her gifts for visions of the two boys when they had arrived. So different they had been from their peers that they had warranted a glance, if only for the safety of their family. No search, however, had yielded any results to this point. She sighed and began to pull away from actively using her power. It was then that she was hit with a vision.

Edward sat against his wall, staring blankly at the sun falling across his music case, reflecting against the cases and sending his skin into a faint shimmer. Going to classes had been completely out of the question with the sun burning brightly in the sky. Out of nowhere, the forecast has changed, no doubt a side effect of their meeting with the two British vampires.

Their own powers had little to no effect upon the pair at all, their immunity even clashing with Alice's own visions. His fey sister could not see them, could not get any glimpse of their futures. The meeting with their newfound brethren had been a complete surprise, one that they had been completed unprepared to comprehend.

It caused within him an almost nauseating mixture of relief and sorrow that the sun had chosen to cut through the ever-present cloud cover the mere morning after their evening rendezvous. Relief at being able to avoid meeting their gazes and confront the image that had been planted in his mind, sorrow that he couldn't be in their presence and bask in the alluring knowledge that they wanted him.

Edward sighed and tilted his head back, moving his gaze to the ceiling. He had been wanted before by both human and vampire alike. Whether it be for his power or his beauty, many had desired him for themselves. The Volturi wanted him for his gifts, reading the thoughts of those around him, not needing contact to do so. Humans wanted him for his looks, the cold beauty that seemed beyond their mortal realm. It would be easy to give in to those desires, to latch on to that type of want, but it wasn't what he wanted.

In Onyx Feloric's vision there had been a want that echoed deeper than the superficial want held by others. It was something that went beyond merely craving him for his power or beauty, but to something far more intimate. Onyx Feloric wanted him. Jadys Chorniy wanted him. They didn't need his powers, they could read minds on their own, could project their visions into others. They didn't need him for his beauty as a trophy. They were beautiful in their own right. If his impressions had been correct, they simply desired him.

If he was entirely honest with himself, he desired them.

It was a revelation that made him ache.

There were so may facets of his life that could not be ignored in face of such an epiphany. His family was everything to him. While they were in no way related in their human life, creatures from different eras of human history, they were bond to each other by choice. It was a choice he had made and one that he would always honor.

Their approval meant the world…but, what would they think of the image in his mind?

Edward pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, wishing for just a moment that his kind could simply sleep for but a moment, could escape from reality for a short time.

Was it so wrong to want to be wanted? Was it wrong to desire that image as reality? Was it wrong to feel lust at the thought of that vision coming to life?

He sighed, removing his hands and wrapping them loosely about his knees. A human, he imagined, would have been leaking tears of frustration, conflicting emotions tearing him apart from the inside. As it were, he could only sit there, staring into his room, and let his mind run rampant. There would be no relief from his turmoil unless he chose to share his thoughts and that would have to be a decision made on his own.

Alice clutched the edge of the island, trying her best not to crush the stone of the marble beneath her fingers. While Esme didn't fully utilize the kitchen the way a mortal every would, she was still proud of what she had designed and would be devastated at its destruction. Unlike Emmett, she had no desire to earn her mother's ire for breaking her furniture.

As her eyes cleared, she gracefully slid down from the island, turning her golden eyes towards her brother's room. For now she would keep her vision to herself, locking the images away in the furthest part of her mind. The future was forever fleeting, each decision changing the course of events. The choice had to be made on his own.