more of conor's fan fic lulz

so im gonna paste the first bit then add to it here goes,

My senses, all of them start to dim and fuzz around the edges, like when you burn the sides of a letter to make it look old fashioned. This means I'm about to see something, usually something bad. But i guess i shouldn't be expecting the worst even when the worst is usually logically expected these days. Ok, here we go.
The lights dim in my vision white noise sears at my ears my tongue goes dry and any sense of touch i was used to dissipates as the scene fills the back of my eyelids; A long room, hard wooden floors varnished to perfection, yet littered with scuff marks from some kind of repetitive tapping or friction. Mirrors haunt the walls reflecting every inch of the interior in divine detail, where is this place? Why am i seeing this?

Then i remember, 'it's what i do.' Draw. Why did i not think of this straight away, always draw what you see Alice, I try to remind myself of this every time. Reaching for the nearest pad of bland hotel notepad I start to scrawl down what I'm seeing. "What are you doing love?" I completely forgot Jasper was here, no time to explain. Draw. As the vision starts to fade ever so slightly, releasing my head from the vice that held it so tightly over the last few seconds the paper comes into view, slipping through my retina as the photographic image fades from my sight, replaced by a surprisingly accurate translation kneaded into the paper in front of me with the pen I am holding. The pen has started to crack under the pressure with which i was holding it. Sweat slides down the back of my neck creating a film that holds my shirt to my back against it's will.

Jasper. "I think i know where James is. He is here in Phoenix Jasper, here in Phoenix." "In that case we need to make sure Bella stays close by." How can Jasper be so calm? Maybe its just the adrenaline from my 'vision' but calm is the last feeling that my mind could comprehend, then i feel it. Jasper must have sensed my mood. Slowly my pulse slows, heart beat fades back to a normal pace and the last grip of the vice is finally undone. This is one of the many things that makes loving Jasper so easy and complete, his ability to set a mood upon an entire room, I truly could not suffer eternity without him. Then Jasper suddenly utters the worst possible scenario for this moment. "Alice, where is Bella." "Shit."

bit rough but just a draft will work on it later in the week.