So... this is my first time ever submitting any type of fanfiction to any website. I used to write all of the time in middle school, but never had anyone read any of it. I'm 26 now, so it's been a while lol. I do hope that you like it, and any kind of feedback would be wonderful. Thanks!
Chapter One
The hunt had started out as normal as any.
Jasper and Alice traveled silently through the wooded area a few miles away from their home. He had been in desperate need of excusing himself from the depression that had been hovering over their family like a thick cloud. Alice had sensed his need before even he had. She had smiled shyly, taken his hand into her small one and guided him away from the house. She was his little guardian angel.
Some of the pressure was taken from his shoulders and chest the further away they ran from the family, but it did not lessen completely. Jasper could sense Alice's pain was deep, but it was bearable. She, at least, was still optimistic that everything would work out in the end. But the little changes in her were still noticable. She didn't seem to have the same bounce in her step; her smile never truly reached her eyes. Her laughter, which had always been ever present in the house, had quieted.
Alice had been especially distressed because no matter how hard she tried, how far she stretched her ability, she could not see either of Edward or Bella's futures. Edward's was dark, filled with indecision and doubt. The only think she usually got from him was breif flashes of a forest, some of dark rooms filled with cobwebs. Bella's had gotten fuzzy immediately folling the disasterous birthday party, it had continued on that way until she finally fizzled out completely. The haze, Jasper knew, was part of the reason Edward had been so firm on everyone leaving. He blamed himself for her unsure future, and thought that maybe it could become more clear if she was given enough time away from their family.
He had been wrong, but it wasn't as though he were around for him to realize that.
Alice had lost not only her best friend in all of this, but also her her brother. One that she felt understood her best of of all her siblings and parents. Jasper, as her mate, knew how much they meant to each other and was never jealous of their closeness. He felt the same sorrow, also having a closeness with Edward because he undersood the pressure of their gifts.
And when it all came down to it, he knew that he was the only one to blame. The crushing guilt he felt at the thought of breaking up his brother and soulmate haunted him daily. It had been three excruciating weeks since they had left her, and Edward, behind.
A wave of horror crashed over Jasper suddenly and he almost stumbled. He quickly realized that it was not his own. He'd been so lost in his own thoughts that he realized that Alice wasn't running by his side anymore.
He halted and spun around. "Alice?!?"
She was on her hands and knees, her fingers digging into the dirt below her, as if she were holding onto it for dear life. Her expression was blank, but it had defiantly been her that the feeling had come from. Horror and grief slammed into him in waves, making it hard for him to stay upright to reach her. He knelt down in front of her and gripped her shoulders. "Alice, talk to me. What are you seeing?" He firmly shook her, hoping to rouse herself from the vision.
She gasped for breath and stared right through him.
He held her there for what seemed like and eternity before her eyes finally seemed to clear. As soon as they did, she let out a piercing scream and then did something that he had never, in all of his years, seen a vampire do unless they had eaten human food.
She threw up.
Blood from her last kill seeped into the ground and she released her hands from the soil. Her hands were soaked with it. She stared at them in confusion and terror. Her small frame shook as if she were a human having a seizure. "...the blood is on my hands." She muttered.
Without another thought, Jasper snatched her up from the ground and ran full speed back in the direction of the house. She continued to shake in his arms.
"Carlisle!" He screamed, the moment that the house came into view threw the trees. The shout brought not only Carlisle, but the rest of the family as well. Esme stopped short on the front porch, terrified, and gasped. He knew how horrifying they must look to them all. Both covered in blood, Alice hanging limply in his arms, even more pale than usual. Staring off into space.
Carlisle reached to take him from Jasper's arms but he instinctualy held on tighter and hissed. Carlisle backed off immediately, raising his arms in front of him in a gesture of surrender. Jasper shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please help her!" His thoughts were muted and jumbled. He felt as though he couldn't make sense of anything. Could she be sick? Vampires didn't get sick... could she be dying?
Emmett had reached them at that point, and Jasper surrendered Alice into his protective arms. He followed the rest of the family as they made their way back to the house and into the dining room. Emmett laid Alice on the thick oak dining table. It had been the first time that it had been used for anything.
"What happened?" Carlisle asked, stepping over to Alices side and beginning to check her over. He tried to keep the emotions out of his voice but Jasper could tell that he was scared.
"She had a vision, I think. She was lost in it for a while. When she came out of it, she screamed and then threw up blood. All over the place. Started muttering about there being blood on her hands." Jasper gripped the side of the table in frustration, breaking off a piece. "That's when i brought her back here." He backed away from the table as to not do it further damage and ran both his hands through his curly blond hair. "Dad, is she going to be okay?"
Just as Carlisle leaned over her, she focused on his face, and then began to search the room frantically. Finally her gaze rested back on Carlisle. Her blood covered lips quivered and her mouth opened, but nothing came out. The level of agony that Jasper felt from her was beyond any that he had ever felt, from anyone. He collapsed into one of the dining room chairs, unable to stand anymore.
Esme cupped the side of Alice's face gently. "Alice, sweetheart, what did you see? Please let us help."
Alice scrunched her eyes shut, as if trying to block it out. She let out a stuttering breath. "B-Bella..."
Rosalie stepped forward, out of the circle of Emmett's arms. "I thought you couldn't see her anymore." She stated. Her emotions swirled in the air, flipping back and forth between annoyance and fear.
Choking back a sob, Alice didn't say anything at first, while Esme and Carlisle helped her into a sitting position. She kept her eyes down, fixated on her hands. "I can't see her." She whispered. "But I can see Charlie. I wasn't looking for him, but it came to me anyway. Bella's apparently been missing for a week or two. He's been putting up posters, calling everywhere..."
Esme backed up slowly and hit the wall. She covered her mouth with both hands. "We have to go back! We must help him. We can track her scent or something, anything! We could help-" Her voice was slightly muffled, but they were able to hear her clearly.
Her words were cut short when Alice looked up, her expression hopeless. "Charlie decided to get a warrant to search out house, see if there are any clues. He's hoping that she is with us, or just with Edward. He is going to find her there."
Rosalie huffed and started pacing around the room. "Great, just great! We leave and she still gets us involved with her issues. Cant she just stay out of our lives? What a little-"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was being thrown through the wall of the dining room and landed on her back in the living room, Alice hovering above her. Jasper and Emmett were the first ones in and each of them gripped Alice's shoulders. It took the both of them to hold her back.
"She's dead you selfish bitch!" Alice screeched. "Or she will be soon"
Esme dropped to the floor, rocking back and forth. Carlisle stood, stunned, behind her. Emmett dropped his hands from Alice's shoulder as if she had burnt him. Jasper was hit with grief in the room, but paid attention mostly to Rosalie. He'd never seen her at a loss for words before.
She tried, oh she tried to keep up her facade of hating Bella. "Wha-What did she do? Kill herself because she was dumped?" She attempted to make it sound scornful, but the sadness in her voice had it coming out differently. She'd never hated the girl, only envied her. Sometimes she'd even found herself missing her, but would never be one to admit that she had been wrong.
Alice didn't care about whatever new emotions Rosalie was feeling. Her hand connected with the side of her face, sending Rosalie sliding back a few feet. She then followed Esme's example and fell to her knees. "She didn't kill herself." She muttered.
The room was silent of all but Esme's sobs from the corner.
"Charlie is going to get that warrant and go into the house. He'll be able to tell that there's something wrong the moment that he walks in. He'll find her in Edwards room. From what I can see of her, which isn't much because she's still a little blurry, she looks emaciated... and she's covered in blood. It's all over the place. Even on the walls. Charlie picks her up off of the floor and he's crying with her in his arms. He gets covered in blood too." Alice whispers. As she tells them of her vision it's as though she's stuck in it again, her eyes wide and unseeing.
Jasper fell to his knees beside her. "Is there any way to stop this?" He asked folding her in his arms. She leans into him without hesitation.
"I don't know Jazz. I cant see when she dies." She admitted.
Rosalie scrambled up from the floor, frazzled. "Can't you tell why there is so much blood? We can go there, try to stop it..." She offered.
Alice closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes, we will try to help. We must." Her jaw clenched and her next words caused everyone to shake
"It looks like someone tore her insides out."
So... was that okay? Lol
