Memo: Hey!!- I've been debating for weeks whether to, or whether not to, continue this story- and I've decided that I should due to one recent review-

NOTE: I do NOT do one shots by the way- and so this WILL be a story!!

And it's like Ohmigod, lol- this is my lucky number five!!

And It's your fault was my lucky number one, and it's like WOW!!- I'm making a sequel!!

Disclaimer: Did you read the before story??


Alice's View-


"Jasper," I whispered, knudging him from his blank state, trying to arouse him.

He just stirred.

"Jasper," I whispered, trying again. He'd been like this a lot lately, a year now marking the first anniversary from their- the names weren't said anymore- death.

He began to blink this time. And after saying his name just once more, he collapsed into my awaiting arms. He believed that this anniversary was due to his fault, that the problem with Edward and Bella would never have happened if he hadn't intruded in on it in the first place.

"I'm sorry Alice," he breathed, his unusually hot breath irking my senses.

"It's not your fault," I tried again. "Really Jasper," I wanted to cry, "what happened is not your fault."

"No Alice," he shook his head vehemently, objecting. "It is. She would never have been there- he would never have been there, if I hadn't pushed them on top of each other in the first place."

"I said that same thing too once Jazz," I muttered, "and Edward learned to forgive me eventually. But what I did Jasper, is that I destroyed his life- by almost killing her. It was only by chance that they came back of course- you know that. And you reunited them, and they're probably laughing at us from Heaven right now,' I laughed, my eyes beginning to water.

"I feel so bad Alice," he murmured softly, barely audible to my own ears. "I-"

"Don't you dare take all the blame on yourself Jasper," I snapped, "for it's both our faults- it's all of ours, not just yours."

"But Alice-" he objected, trying to interrupt.

I didn't let him. I didn't want him to lose it again.

Not again.

"We all do," I cried as I shushed him, "We all do."


Esme's View-
"Carlisle," I tried again, shaking him. "You really do not have to go to the Hospital of all days today- they understand."

"It's all right," he said calmly, trying to soothe me, apparent hysteria I knew lingering in my tone. "It's my job after all."

"Carlisle," I begged, "what about the others, they need you!"

"And you don't," he smirked, pulling me up from the sofa.

"Of course I do," I said drastically as I fell back on the sofa, "it's time to treat your wife today."

"Yes, I really believe that Esme. I-"

I didn't let him go on though, for if he did- I didn't want him to go through Edward's death by himself. He'd only tell himself that he should have tried harder, had done everything- but should have tried harder. He'd tried once of course with Rosalie, but she'd found someone else, and after that- he'd only hoped for Alice for a little while.

(To fall in love with Edward that is!!- so he wouldn't have gone with the mortal Bella!!)

"My symptoms," I began, "are nausea, with a killer headache. I feel a need to go to the bathroom really badly, but no matter my amount of fluids, I can't seem to go. And of course, no matter how much Lunesta I'm at, nothing seems to be doing the trick- I still can't fall asleep," I moaned and turned around for effect.

"Hmm," he pondered, rubbing his chin in amusement. "How's your sexual activity been in the past few weeks, or possibly months."

"Nausea, nausea," I squealed, turning over. "And like you don't know," I snickered.

He just laughed.

"Honestly Esme," he shrugged. "I have to get to work- quit stalling me."

"Since when do you get to tell me what to do?" I growled, hurt by the fact that he was still leaving- and at my obvious hurt too!!

"Esme," he moaned, pained that I was still trying.

"Carlisle," I whispered, suddenly stroking his cheek in front of him, having given up on my before strategy. "Don't blame yourself for Edward's death. It wasn't your fault."

Chuckling darkly, he just shook his head in obvious disgust at himself.

"Carlisle," I moaned, trying again. "It's not your fault. There was nothing more you can do. You-"

"Don't intrude on this Esme," he barked suddenly as I jumped back, and then said in a softer tone, apologizing. "Sorry for that, it's just that I've known Edward for a much longer time than I've known you."

"I understand that of course. I-"

"And it's not that I don't love you," he added, interrupting. "It's just that you wouldn't understand."

"Try me," I offered.

"No." Short- cut, I noticed. One-word. He never spoke this way.

"Tell me," I insisted, trying again.

"Damn it Esme," he snapped, separating himself from me entirely. 'Can't you see?" he yelled, as I shook my head, shocked. "I've saved just about everyone I've met for the past three hundred years, and when it comes to my son, the one I've been with for over a hundred years- well, for your information Esme, he's dead. The one person I wasn't able to save- my son."

"Carlisle," I begged, reaching out my hand, trying to apologize. "I'm sorry Carlisle. I swear I-"

"Good bye Esme," he said, strangely calm and suddenly as he left. I didn't think I'd see him again after that.

I didn't know how much of a toll my words had had on him.


Rosalie's View-

"Emmett," I muttered, trying to cheer him up. "You've got to get up. Really. You've been doing this for too long."

His moping around like this was seriously bringing down my spirits, and it most certainly not was making me happy.

"One year Rose," he squealed. "It's been one shit year since they died Rose. One year!" I rolled my eyes. He was going back into hysteria mode here.

"You do this any longer Emmett," I warned, "and I'm going to leave you right now. I have a shopping trip that you are not going to ruin."

"How can you not care Rosalie?" he gasped, horrified by my words.

"We have to get over it some time or another," I rolled my eyes at his query. "Honestly, you can't let it consume our whole lives."

"You never showed any regret from the beginning," he glared, his tone turning to anger.

"Don't use that tone with me Emmett," I sniffed, dismayed by attitude.

"You haven't, now that I think about it," he flashed, rising from his seat. "You never have, and you aren't even doing anything now."

"Leave it alone Emmett," I rolled my eyes once again. "The mall will close if we don't get there soon."

"Is this all you even care about? Then why'd I marry you-" I could feel my heart, which had once began, stop once more. "Why am I with you here, instead of Jasper and the others? Why am I with you who never showed any care whatsoever towards the two of them. Why am I bothering Rose? Tell me that. Why-"

"Shut up,' I shouted, horrified by his accusations. He didn't' know what his words meant to me. He didn't. "Let's just go."

"You go," he shouted, angry at my suggestions. I thought I was going to fall. He was starting to leave.

"Emmett," I whispered, reaching towards him. "Emmett, I-"

"Shove it Rose," he snickered, disgusted by me. "I don't want to hear it."

"Emmett," I tried again, my voice breaking. "I-"

"Shove it Rosalie," he shook. "My brother, our brother died today minus a year. Him and his fiancée- Bella. And you don't even care!"

"DAMN it Emmett," I shouted, screeching and finally snapping. "What do you think I care about? Do you regret marrying me? Do you regret me turning you? For ever falling in love with such a beast like me? Do you-"

"Tell me what you did Rose," he murmured, suddenly. "What did you do last year?"

"What do you mean?" I paled, now my heart restarting and beating wildly, thumping against my chest.

"You did something," he accused, catching on. "You-"

"Good- bye Emmett," I gulped, turning around myself, and beginning to walk away.

"Wait Rose," he called, grabbing my hand from the behind cautiously, stopping me. "Tell me," he murmured seductively, holding my chin up in his hand.

"I-" I stuttered, lost for words, then trying to escape. "Was very sorry?" I shrugged uneasily, not knowing what to do.

"You swore you'd never lie to me Rosalie Hale," he shook his head. "You-"

"I didn't want to see what happened to you after Edward left for the first time," I shuddered, recalling the memory. "I didn't want that to happen again, when he was really gone, and so I brought him to Bella. I made him do that, Emmett," I shook my head, wiping at my eyes reflexively. "And he didn't want to. And then he'd still be alive Emmett. He'd still be with us, and you and Carlisle and Jasper and Alice, and-"

"It's not your fault Rose," he muttered as he wrapped me around his chest, "It's all of ours. Not just yours."

"But Emmett," I objected, trying to tell him he was wrong. "I-"

"We'll fix this someway Rosy," he swore, "one way or another. We'll fix it."

"How?" I asked, sniffling. It was only with him that I ever felt vulnerable. Ever felt whole.

"Just shut up Rosalie," he laughed, his voice calming me. Emmett would know what to do, he always did. I left myself in his arms.


Bella's View-


"Edward?" I muttered, turning around, looking for him after our fall. "Edward?" I cried again, seeking him. "Where are you?"

"Global warming officials have decided that 2007 is the-" 2007, I freaked, hearing a group of women talking among themselves. It's 2007, and I'm not with Edward.

I decided to ask them.

"What day is it?" I asked, strolling over to them, tapping one on the shoulder. She didn't look up. I tried again.

"Exuse me miss," I said louder, pinching her this time. "What day is it?" The woman just clenched her jaw a little bit, and continued on talking, rubbing her shoulder right though me.

How odd, I thought. She seemed to go right through me.

"What day is it?" I asked a gentlemen to the side of her, hoping he would respond in contrast to miss prudent over here.

"Excuse me!" I exclaimed when he didn't respond. How rude, I huffed, and turned around once more to ask someone else.

Someone else though, at that very moment, seemed to walk through me.

I froze.

I didn't know what was happening.

"The first anniversary of our death," a voice sung behind me, the first response today.

"Edward,' I squealed, leaping into his arms. He was the only one who seemed to notice. I smiled. He was the only one I wanted to notice. "What's happening?" I asked, confused, and still clinging to him.

"We're dead Bella,' he clarified obviously. "We-"

"I know that Edward. What else would a fall from what made the city of lights do?" I laughed, pecking him affectionately on the cheek- though a bit dimmed that he thought I was that stupid. "But what happened?"

"We're ghosts Bella," he sighed in defeat.

"Ghosts?" I asked, sniffing my nose in displeasure.

"Ghosts," he confirmed, nodding his head.

That made my list a total of :

1. Vampires

2. Werewolves

3. Now Ghosts.

1 + 2 + 3 Yippee for me.


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