Didn't really Die
Chapter 1
APOV
I was starting to get tired of keeping my thoughts in check. The others were to, but we could never tell. Every time I decided I would just come clean I saw the picture. The vision. Edward would leave, against Bella's will. He would spend years tracking him down, but would never quite be there. He couldn't track well, and James knew just where to hide. Edward would never get over what he did to her, and he would never stop hunting him. Time would pass and Bella would spiral into sadness while Edward continued on in oblivious rage, thirsting for revenge.
That's why we never told. Not me, not Jasper, no one. We couldn't tell him we never really killed James. He would never know the difference. He got away but was beaten and broken. His pride wounded beyond repair. He would never come back, not in this lifetime anyway, not with Edward around.
But with Nessie I was starting to worry. I would get glimpses; if you could call them that for they were so short I barley knew they were happening, of him returning to wreak havoc after what we did to him and for depriving him of his hunt.
But I wasn't going to tell him, still, every time he went to hunt I would ponder on my options.
JPOV
I would have my revenge. I saw what happened. From a distance maybe, but I saw. I saw how 'nessie' as they called her grew and how she became more and more furious from the rules she was confined to. Day by day I waited. Waited for my time to get to her, I knew the general plan, come across her one day when she went on one of her runs.
I would be nice, and sly, manipulative some would say. And I would tell her how to get back at her parents for confining her to her cramped lifestyle of supervision and rules. She wouldn't know, she would be unsuspecting, she would never see it coming. And I would be kind, and listen to her problems. And when I had her trust I would make my move. Of course I must be careful not to make decisions or be close enough for the jerk of a father to hear my thoughts. But I would be patient, and when my time came, I would strike.
Unknown POV
I saw what was happening. I saw that fool fall for her, and not me. I sensed that creep watching, waiting. I knew how to help, I might even do it. The witch of a girl wouldn't see me, not even their 'powers' could help them save her. I knew what he was capable of, and I knew he wouldn't be able to do it one his own. So I would intervene, he would be wary of me, think I would betray him. But the love she unknowingly possessed was mine. He didn't see what I saw and what she really was. A spoiled bitch. But I would change that, that and much, much more.