Alice’s reaction was instinctive as soon as Jaspers weaved his fingers through hers. She curled her fingers through his, and gave his hand a little squeeze back. It was more to her like a supportive gesture, than I loving one. Alice knew he had understood his words, and she wanted to give him some from reassurance and hope, and for them it was easily done with a small squeeze of the hand. “La Tua Cantante” she muttered under her breath, looking back at Jasper out of the corner of her eye, as understanding flashed through her. Alice knew Edward would never react this way to a normal; he had self control to almost match Carlisle. Though she had never thought, that anything like that really existed. Of course Emmett had claimed it, but she had still doubted the full power of it. However now after seeing Edward today, Alice could not help but be a believer.

“It is for the best, still does not make the situation any better for us” Alice said simply, looking at her sister as her another question was directed at her. Closing her eyes lightly, Alice’s mind focused on Edward’s plans for a moment. “He has gone to Carlisle” she stated not opening her eyes “and they have swapped cars, but…” Alice stopped there and opened her eyes to look at the rest of her family. “He has gone to house, or plans to…but I don’t think he shall do anything, I think he is just trying to get things straight in his mind.”

Alice brow furrowed when Rose brought up the matter of what they should do with the girl. Honestly Alice just wanted her to leave, she wanted to brother to come home safely and their life to carry on as it always did. Yet there was nothing they could do to make the girl leave, nothing that would go against every moral they held dear. Their only option was to carry on like normal, and hope that Edward came back to them soon. Though as she opened her mouth to semi admits defeat, Emmett had other plans.

Her musical laugh filled the room, as Emmett’s plans flashed through her mind, and Esme’s reaction rang in her ears. “Nice Emmett” she finally said looking over to him “though horses head, really? I would have thought a bear’s head would have been more appropriate, after we could have fun taking on down.” Her laugh sounded again, as for the first time since racing to the car she felt truly light-hearted again.

Calming down slightly and sinking back into the situation her thumb ran gently over Jaspers, as the situation at hand weighted back on her. “Esme’s right, it’s not the girls fault” Alice started “we just have to leave her alone, however much we would like to drive her out of town, we cant. We just have to wait for her to leave, or Edward to come back. Hopefully it wont be too long, the girl wants to go back home as much as we would like her to leave.”

Emmett's agitation was obvious to Rosalie, causing her to scoot closer to her husband and lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. In truth, she was feeling similarly irritated. Despite ninety one years of heads snapping in her direction, Rosalie couldn't say she liked the attention being refocused on this Swan girl, whose presence seemed at first so minuscule only to have such a mind blowing effect on Edward. But, if she was Edward's 'singer', then Rosalie had to accept that there might be something special about her. As the unformed image of Isabella Swan, the chief of police officer's daughter, floated in the mists of her mind, Rose realized she had caught a glimpse of the girl, only her appearance was so... plain and normal that she had blended in with the rest of the students. Rose blinked in a dumbfounded sort of way. She had always harbored a smug curiosity for Edward's preference in women; after all, he hadn't quite taken an immediate liking to her when she had joined the family. Then again, the feeling was absolutely, positively mutual in Rose's case, for the moment she had heard Edward's voice she had been extremely annoyed. But that was sort of different. At first, Rosalie didn't think Edward really had a good excuse for not liking her-- for what was there not to like? While her ego may have watered down slightly over the years, and since she had met Emmett, the fact remained the same: Edward was an odd one.

When Emmett looked at her in response to her last question, a humorous smile gracing his features, Rosalie thought she knew exactly what was on Emmett's mind. Her husband was of the competitive sort who had always thrived on physical conflict, so when he voiced the idea of 'scaring' the Swan girl away, Rosalie guessed that was the most lukewarm of his thoughts. Raising her eyebrows at him, a small smile of her own tugged at the corner of her lips. Inwardly, she thought Emmett had the right idea, though the complications really did seem to outweigh the benefits. And it wouldn't do to continuously run away from their problems... no, Edward would just have to learn to cooperate with his lust for the Miss Isabella Swan's blood. And if he couldn't... well. She'd either wind up dead or the Cullen's would move, simple as that. Rosalie didn't necessarily like the options at hand, but what other one's were there? The family would just have to wait for Edward to return, and much sooner than that, Carlisle's. There was no doubt in her mind that Carlisle would have some light to shed on the situation, having spoken directly with Edward about the dilemma.

Rosalie thought of asking her sister if she saw any future with Isabella leaving Forks, but was reluctant to voice her question. Alice's power was truly a magnificent one, although Rosalie was sure she felt the pressures of it often, what with the family badgering her with constant questions. Also, the future was subject to change based off of a person's decisions, so whatever Alice could divulge was not precisely set in stone. Still, Rose was far from pacified. She had always found Edward a tad melodramatic and wanted nothing more than for him to return home alright.

"Does it matter?" Rosalie responded to Jasper's question with another one, her tone pathetically helpless-- which was quite the feat for Rose. Normally she was headstrong to the point of stubbornness, rarely did she give up on a matter when it wasn't to her liking. However, this was a situation whose gears were beyond her control, invoking a feeling within Rosalie she always inhabited when a puzzling matter arose. When a problem couldn't be solved, she took to her car, hiding away in the concrete garage where problems could be solved, so long as she knew which tool was needed. Unfortunately, life was not a clockwork like her car was, and Rosalie would just have to wait patiently with whatever unsolved problems there were.

As Emmett reached for the remote control, Rosalie slipped off her shoes and curled next to Emmett on the couch, deciding she would rather watch sports or action or whatever it was her husband was interested in watching rather than brainstorming a solution for Edward. Because, sadly, there was no set solution the Cullen's could come up with without him, and besides it was something Edward would have to eventually take care of on his own. They would be there for him, of course, just as they were for Emmett, but in the end, it was Emmett who had to learn to control his urges. "What matters is she's here now. I just wish she'd leave." Rosalie added as an afterthought, her last comment sounding slightly venomous.

Esme gave a bright affectionate smile shaking her head slightly at Emmett and his vulgar words. Truly hunting was Esme’s least favourite part of this life. Certainly no taking an animals life was nothing comparison to taking a humans but… still she felt such guilt when faced with cold empty eyes of a dead creature, she was always careful with her choices usually picking animals with a broken leg or a sickness truly caring not if it altered the taste or not. If she had her way… she wouldn’t eat at all but she would never attempt such a thing again, knowing now the frenzy starvation brought.

She remained quite quiet, a contemplating look decorating her pale features. Certainly she detested their strange but charming family being separated in any way, but it would wrong to frighten this poor girl who didn’t want to be here anyway and had absolutely no idea the issues she was causing for her neighbours. Besides that wasn’t their way… they were different from any other vampires who may well have used made her ‘vanish’, it would be easy yes but not right.

Even if the girl did not leave perhaps the temptation faded over time… truly she knew nothing about ‘singers’ she knew nothing of how it worked only that it was alike a sirens call to a vampire. She had overheard some vampires she had met with Carlisle on their slight travels when she was very young speak of it, her romantic mind had instantly began to think it akin to the werewolves and their imprinting until the crimson eyed began to speak of it much to her disgust as if it was like finding that ‘special brand’ of wine. No Esme had no problems with how anyone else wished to live, their ways could not always be shared and she would never attempt to shove her own beliefs onto another, it had psychically sickened and frightened her how so many of those they met spoke of taking life as if it was nothing, as if there would be no consequence and someone who loved that victim would cry in grief.

“Perhaps you should befriend her!” She spoke finally, head resting to her hand as she gazed around the room at her four adopted children having no doubt the looks of horror she would probably receive. Typical of Esme, so certain affection was to be the answer. “I know so little of how this all works…” She admitted honestly had she been human a small blush may have crept across her pale cheeks. “Perhaps after a short trip to recuperate, if all of you and Edward get to know her she will be less of a temptation.” She offered with a light shrug. “And if you were friends, there would someone to protect her if Edward should ever lose control.” She offered lightly though she knew it certainly was unfair to have to place Edward near such temptation and ask him to hold back. Perhaps it was for the best he went to Alaska.

Still… it might do some good for them to befriend someone. The Cullen’s kept very much to themselves, they were different and in such a small town they stuck out terrible. People feared different and it was undoubtedly that such well behaved and beautiful of a family would be envied. But certainly it would be easier for the five of the teenagers to make friends being surrounded constantly by peers it might do some good. Though part of her already doubted they would agree to the girl who was in all honestly though she knew it not driving away their brother.