Jasper's fingers trailed soothing lines up and down the contours of my back. I leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I love you," he said smiling.
"I love you too Jasper. I groaned as I felt an oncoming vision approaching. The walls of our bedroom slowly transformed into the Cullens' backyard. Twilight was slowly approaching and the sky shot out streaks of orange and purple.
"Hello Jasper," a velvet voice said, the velvet streaked with malice. Jasper hissed.
"Why are you here Maria?", he growled through clenched teeth. She laughed, cackled if you want the truth.
"Oh Jasper my dear," she said gliding over towards him. She reached up to touch his cheek but he slapped her hand away. She hissed. "You will regret ever leaving me Major Whitlock." She snapped her long fingers and we were surrounded by, to my guess, highly trained vampires. There must have been 20 of them at least. "John, William?",as soon as she said this two vampires grabbed my arms from behind me. Jasper growled and jumped to where I was but he was grabbed by four vampires before he could reach me. He tried to fight them off but they were too strong. One of the vampires bit him on the neck and he hissed. I whimpered.
"No Jasper, please don't." I whispered as he tried once again to fight them off. He looked at me and nodded. I'm sure he knew that he couldn't do it and that it would only make it worse if he kept trying. I couldn't bear seeing him hurting.
"Now Jasper, I'm going to give you two options," Maria began, walking over towards him. "You, or her." She said, pointing at me. "As you can see you are well outnumbered even if the rest of your coven were here." Carlisle was at the hospital and everyone else was out hunting. Jasper bowed his head in defeat.
I snapped out of the vision and jumped off of the bed. I darted to the window to look outside. Twilight.
"Jasper," my voice cracked. He rushed over to me.
"What? What is it Alice, what did you see?"
"Maria." He hissed.
"When?"
"Now." I whispered. I didn't have to see the rest of the vision to know what was going to happen. I heard Jasper speaking into the phone, with Carlisle probably. He was speaking to fast for a human -or me for that matter- to hear. "Jasper, we don't have enough time!" I shrieked, my voice half-crazed.
"It doesn't matter Alice! We might have enough time!"
"But we don't! I know we don't!" As soon as I said this I saw, through the window, Maria coming through the trees of the forest bordering out backyard. "Jasper! She's here!" He took my hand.
"No matter what," he began. "You have to promise me that you won't try to fight. Look at me!" I had been watching Maria advance to our backyard.
"I promise." I whispered looking at me. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. He sighed.
"I love you."
"I love you too." We opened the window and jumped down onto the ground.
"Hello Jasper."
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Jasper bowed his head in defeat.
"No!", I shrieked. He would not do this. He couldn't.
"Me.", he said looking up at Maria. She smiled viciously.
"Oh Jasper this is going to be a night I enjoy!", Maria declared.
"No! Take me instead! Please!", I yelled. The vampires' grip tightened around my arms.
"I love you.", Jasper whispered. I started sobbing uncontrollably. The forest seemed as if it was shaking.
I couldn't look as Maria snapped Jasper's head off. I couldn't look as the fire was started. I couldn't look as the vampires dropped me to the ground and retreated. I didn't see my family ghosting their way to me. I was sobbing too hard to comprehend anything. I could smell the incense from the fire where Jasper burned. Esme picked me up in her arms and carried me like one would a child back to our home. She was rubbing my back as I laid on her and Carlisle's bed and wailed until I could no more. A few days later Carlisle came into the library which was where I stayed because I couldn't bear to go into Jasper and I's room.
"Hey Alice.", he began. "How are you." I couldn't reply. I never did when someone asked me a question or talked to me. I just stared numbly at the wall. I never stopped staring at the same indention from where Edward had gotten angry and threw his book at the wall.