Alice saw it in a vision before it even happened. For once, we had an ounce of time ahead of the fact to prepare ourselves. From the very second Heather Forster's family got her safely in their arms, both they and the police started hounding her about who had taken her in. It didn't take long to convince her that they needed to know- the police needed to question us, after all, and make sure it really was bears that had cornered her in the woods and not anyone dangerous. If only they knew that we were the dangerous ones.
Perhaps they did know. It was all too suspicious that we had been adamant about keeping our privacy here. I'm sure she mentioned our variously different but altogether immense good looks and pale skin. We were odd, both individually and as a group. If I were on the outside looking in on the situation, at the very least I would be suspicious. Unfortunately, I was way too far from Heather or her family- wherever they were- to read her thoughts. All we had to go on was Alice's vision.
We went with our first impulse regarding the vision. If she was telling her family and the police about us, then at some point in the very near future, she would lead them to where we were. It would take them awhile since she had still been under a few drugs when we drove her to the hospital, but depending on her sense of direction and how familiar she was with the land, she could lead her straight to the Denali house. According to the news broadcasts and what she told us after waking up, she was visiting Alaska on vacation from Wisconsin. Not being a native to the land was a plus. On the other hand, the group of hikers she was with could take her back to where she got lost and they could put things together from there to find us.
Either way, we knew what we had to do. The Denali family had to leave. At least for a while, until things were safe. Between the five Denalis and the seven Cullens, it took almost no time at all to pack up everything and move it all into a pair of old trucks from the garage. We weren't sure how well the trucks were going to run, but at least they held everything. We tarped them down well, and put a vast array of basic tools in the cab of one truck for Rosalie in case we had any problems. Any stray belongings that we couldn't fit into the trucks were also stuck into various cars of the Denali's. By sun down, we were all set to go.
I knew the Denali family was sad to leave, since they have been in their house so long, but it was truly necessary. At the very least, it got Irina out of her room and doing something. That was one good thing out of this very bad situation. Anyways, the Denali family has been in the same house in Alaska for decades. The nice thing about being in the middle of nowhere is that people don't realize you are there. They are close enough to a town to use their resources, but not close enough to be seen or heard, noticed or bothered. No-one comes upon their house often enough to realize that it is the same family living there. They won't even need to stay away very long, maybe a decade or so, if even that long.
They already have a house set up for themselves in Pittsburg. It is a big difference from the seclusion they just came from, but at the same time, a big enough city to where no one should notice their oddness. This cracks me up because we are planning on heading to my parent's house in Chicago for the very same reason. A big city with enough overcast days to keep us happy. Of course, we could have picked a place with less sun, but the convenience of a house was there. It will be nice to go back to the place where I grew up also. I wonder if I will even remember it. It has been so long, and my human memories are very fuzzy. I haven't tried to remember much from my human life in a very long time.
Anyway, we are all heading to our new respective homes now. We will be checking in with each other and making sure things go smoothly for a while. Hopefully nothing comes of this ordeal. The police should go to an empty house and find nothing. We wiped the house completely clean before we left. All of us lived long before fingerprinting existed anyways, but better safe than sorry. We don't want to start a record for ourselves now. If the Denalis hadn't been so attached to the house we probably would have burned it to the ground. One can never cover their tracks too well. Emotion can be inconvenient, but I understand. I still wish we could return to Forks, Washington already.
Oh well. I will be back later when we get to Chicago and have more to write about. For now, I had better take my turn driving before I drive myself crazy with boredom.
