okay this is set during Breaking Dawn. post Bella's transformation and Renesmee's birth and before the Volturi attack. i know this is a little silly and very cliche .. but plz do let me know how you like it . .okay. .. oh and i will keep changing POVs so please bear it with me . .i originally wrote the story like that with different POVs .. so I'll write in the beginning whose POV it is . .except one or two chapters or the mystery will be gone . .so here we go .. first chapter folks . .

DISCLAIMER: it all belongs to Stephenie Meyer. only the OC is mine. whose name you will learn in 2nd chapter . .

i was taking Edward's Volvo to see Carlisle. I had a nagging feeling in my stomach, well not literally, but you get the point. And it was about Alice. She had gone to Prague for a shopping spree and dragged Bella with her who made martyred faces as she went.

"it is time she became used to dressing like normal people do" Alice had said and I had chuckled.

I was half way to the hospital when my cell phone buzzed.

"Hello"

"Jasper Hale Whitlock! Don't you dare!"

"Alice! What did I do?"

"It's what you are going to do!"

"Lis, please tell m—"

"Jazz where the hell are you?"

"I'm going to see Carlisle?"

"Well, Don't go!" She snapped.

I felt my anger rising. How dare anybody question my control anymore?

"Alice! I've been to the hospital before, thank you very much. And I can control my thirst. There is no need to get so panicky. Besides what did you see?"

I kept driving. "Jasper you listen to me now or—"

" Alice?" what was with the ultimatums. She knew challenges only spurred me on. " or?"

"Or or or it is over! Everything!"

Her voice was trembling.

"Alice how—what did you see, please tell me" I begged her. What had so on the edge?

"Its over jazz. .everything. You, me, our life, everything." She sobbed, then she shrieked in my ear." I'm sick! Of being supposed to be watching out for you! For Bella! For the family! For everything!"

I sat horrified unable to speak.

"Don't expect me to come home" she finally whispered and her voice was almost a caress.

"Alice" I heard a faint voice in the distance; Bella was calling her before I could hear more the phone was snapped shut.

I dialed again and again but Alice had probably crushed the phone. Then I called Bella. She picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?" she said warily.

"Where is Alice?" I snarled.

"She just left"

"Bella, keep an eye on her. I don't know what's gotten into her.

Why was she so—"

" I don't know! Just take care of her .please?"

"yeah of course"

"Thank you Bella"

And here I was at the hospital. All the more reason to talk to Carlisle. But what had she seen? But despite Alice's warning should I go in? No, I resolved to myself. I would not do any harm. Alice will probably be seeing my future shift right now. Worried for her, I entered the warm building. Among the human delicious scents I could detect Carlisle's scent. And though I could follow it and find him I decided to follow the conventional way and turned to the lady at the counter. Her heartbeat fluttered and then she pointed me in the right direction. As I was about to step away she called me.

"Mr. Hale? I'm sorry but it appears that Dr. Cullen left the hospital. He received an urgent call from his son"

What? what was it with urgent calls? Urgent call? Which son?

I needed to head home too.

I was in the next moment and in my car, speeding away. Strangely I hadn't smelled Carlisle's scent on my way here. I was about to take a turn when I saw Carlisle's Mercedes parked beside the road. What did he stop here for?

At first I followed his scent into the woods. But then another scent hit me like a bolt out of the blue. The scent was so sweet that my mouth pooled with venom, my eyes instantly turned black. I ran to the sweetest blood calling to me.

There she was. An injured woman, a little older than Bella, unconscious and bleeding. Lying on the mossy floor of the suddenly quiet forest. And her blood.

The sweetest blood I ever smelled oozing out of her wounds and dripping into the earth. Such a waste.

Should not let it waste like that.

Would not!

I swooped down on the girl, reveling as the warm liquid flowed down my charred throat. Just then two arms caught me from behind.

"Jasper, my son, hold your breath"

And I snapped at my father.

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