* This is a Twilight-based story! :) YES, I have made a lot of changes to it (example: Alice doesn't exist in this). I promise that it'll explain itself as it goes on, so you might be confused at first but.. it'll get better. Enjoy. xx

"Edward!"

The voice that shouted his glorious name was barely recognizable. It sounded as if it could shatter glass, and that was something I would never be capable of doing. Maybe Emmett, but definitely not me.

That's when I realized his skin was sparkling like a million diamonds in front of the enormous crowd of people. It startled me; made me unable to move. It was so beautiful...

"Whoa, look at that!"

"Wow! That's so pretty!"

"How did he do that?"

"That man's skin is sparkling!"

My heart raced, and my mind told me to run. Go. Take off. But my feet objected. They wouldn't budge, and I was stuck, completely, in my place. All I could do was stare, just like the other thousands of people around me. Edward stood at the door, his shirt in a pool at his feet. His eyes met with the sky, but he soon let them fall closed.

Then, so quickly that I hardly noticed it happening, he was ripped away from all of our visions by two pairs of pale-white arms. Gasps filled the large area, bringing me back to my body. Running the fastest I'd ever ran in my life, I darted toward the wooden doors and entered silently, trembling like I've never trembled before.

There were two people I recognized from photos Edward had shown me: Jane and Alec. Jane was standing in front of the gorgeous man I knew, loved and betrayed, but Alec was the one with his hands around his neck. I swallowed hard, doing all that I could: I watched.

That's when Jane muttered something under her breath, and I watched Alec tear the head of my Edward from his body. Not being able to speak - not even scream - I turned and ran, the tears coming down my face uncontrollably. He was gone. Forever.

One thing lingered in my mind, from when he admitted his love for me: I will be with you forever.

He should've mentioned that "forever" was pretty short.

And I couldn't help but pin the guilt on myself. It was my fault. ALL my fault.

* Flashback

I was in the Cullen house with only Jasper. Everyone else went out hunting. Why they left me alone with Jasper? I don't know. If you'd asked me, it wasn't the smartest idea (at the time) they'd made in a while.

I was cleaning the blood from my fresh wound early that day. Edward had attacked me with a knife, which was a new one for him. He rarely used weapons while abusing me.

Forgetting that Jasper was home, I poured some more alcohol on the gash that was located on my left bicep. Screaming in horror from the pain, Jasper came to my aid, standing at the kitchen's doorway. His nostrils flared and he tucked his lips in his mouth. "Bella," he said, startling me.

I quickly turned around and placed my hand over my heart, taking a deep breath. "Jazz! God. I forgot you were here."

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it." His eyes hadn't left the blood on my arm. "I know what he does to you."

Acting dumb, I replied shakily with, "What? Who? If you mean the.. cut, I fell and-"

"Don't feed me that bullshit, Bella," he countered.

I instantly grew silent and didn't move a muscle when he stood next to me, taking a gauze pad in his hand and soaking it in alcohol. "Let me help you," he whispered, and for once, his bronze eyes met mine.

"Jasper, please don't-"

"I'm not going to hurt you," he assured me, his lips a thin line, but his eyes were wide. I could tell he was holding his breath because his chest didn't move at all. "I'm going to follow in my father's footsteps."

My eyebrows raised immediately. "Really?"

He chuckled. "No. But for you..."

"For me, what?"

"For you I'd risk it all," he whispered, tearing his eyes from mine and turning his attention to the gauze in his hand. He began wiping down the gash, and I squeezed my eyes shut in pain. "What did he do this with?" Jasper was inspecting the cut, his eyes concerned.

I kind of shrugged. "I'm not sure. A butcher knife, I think."

Slowly, his hand moved down and grasped onto mine. "I can feel everything you're feeling, Bella," he murmured, looking up at me through his dark eyelashes. "Why are you regretful?"

My lips took on the shape of an O. "I'm not regretful," I breathed.

"But you are," he insisted, his eyebrows pulling together in the middle. "You can tell me. I won't utter a word to the others. Not even Edward."

I contemplated my answer. It's not that I didn't want to tell him; it's that I didn't know what to tell him. "I guess... I'm regretting screaming from the pain," I replied jokingly.

Jasper smiled, not revealing any of his teeth. "Why is that?"

"I don't want to make you feel tempted," I told him honestly.

He shook his head. "There's only one thing I'm tempted to do when I'm with you, Bella." My eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he straightened up and took my face into his hands. I couldn't even see it coming, but somehow, I knew it was going to happen. His lips took mine in their possession, and it was the sweetest, most genuine kiss I had ever received. Butterflies churned in my stomach and I opened my lips to allow his tongue entry, but he refused and pulled away. "That was wrong of me," he said lowly. "He's coming back, Bella. He's coming back and he knows." His eyes were urgent and he stepped back, wiping his top lip.

For support, I leaned on the kitchen counter. My legs felt weak and they seemed like melted butter beneath me when I heard the front door to the Cullen house creak open. Quickly, Jasper swept me into his arms and darted at an incredible speed up the stairs. He placed me down on a bed I hadn't seen before - probably his - then disappeared, leaving me speechless.

* End of Flashback

After Jasper had kissed me that day, Edward took off to Italy to speak with the Volturi. Of course we didn't know that, but after a while, Emmett and Rosalie figured it out and took me all the way there.

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