Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own these characters. I can only wish for an imagination as extraordinary as Stephenie Meyer's.
One minute I was tearing across the tundra with Jasper beside me and Emmett and Rosalie keeping pace beside us. We were chasing after Emmett's favorite dining pleasure, grizzly. The next second I was stopped dead in my tracks, my face frozen in fear.
"God, Bella, no," I cried, my head shaking back and forth in disbelief.
"Alice?" Jasper wrapped his hands around my shaking shoulders, the concern etched into his perfect face. "What do you see?"
I couldn't answer him. I was too busy staring at the scene I was witnessing in my mind, the love of my brother's existence leaping to her certain death. Her body poised to jump off of a cliff into the churning waters of an ocean starting to come alive with an impending storm.
"Bella, no! Don't do this!" But my cries were futile. She was over 1,000 miles away and all I could do was watch with horror and disbelief as her feet left the edge of the cliff and her body started falling through the air.
"Swim, Bella, swim!" I screamed as she hit the water. By now Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie were surrounding me. I could hear them saying my name, asking for answers, but all I could focus on was her.
"No, it's not supposed to end like this," I sank to my knees, sobbing tearless cries.
"Alice," Jasper knelt beside me, taking my face in his hands. "Tell me, what did you see?"
I clutched at the love of my life. "Bella…."
"What happened to Bella," Jasper asked slowly, almost cautiously as if he was scared I was about to shatter like glass.
"She…she jumped." My voice sounded small, pure shock resonating with every word.
"Jumped, what do you mean jumped?"
"She jumped, off a cliff, into the water. Oh god, Jasper, I didn't see her come back up. I don't think she surfaced," my hysteria was starting to bubble over. I looked at Jasper in appreciation as I started to feel a sense of calm wash over me. His ability to manipulate the emotions of those around him helps in a crisis situation.
"Is she…" Jasper couldn't finish the sentence.
"Is she dead?" Rosalie asked.
"Yes." I whispered. "Yes, I think she is."
