Jasper

If he could have killed himself, he would have. If Alice would have torn him limb from limb, he would have let her. There was no excuse to what he had done; he knew that before he touched her and always would.

He had not taken a breath from the time Emmett took flight back home until he could feel the pain radiating from the spare room. Was she going to haunt him? Most of his early victims were gone. Decomposed. That, he thought, was just a slight bit better because he wouldn't have to be reminded of his mistakes every minute of his damnation. Jasper Whitlock had "screwed up" for the last time in Rosalie's book, he could only imagine what she would say for the next 100 years. And Alice… he couldn't even think about what she had to say when she found out.

Jasper had been sitting on the white sofa for hours before Alice ever reappeared from her shopping day with Rosalie. Emmett had gone to go finish his hunting trip with Esme, who saw the demons inside Jasper's soul. Esme had taken the limp girl; there were no questions. There was not even a head nod or sigh. She knew…as if she expected it. That was impossible and within that mess of a situation, Jasper saw how special Esme really was. As if he hadn't realized it before.

Edward had come home first from… who cared? Jasper was waiting for his fairy. He wanted her. He needed her. Why hadn't she seen it? If she saw it, why did she let it happen? He would find out because at that very moment Alice ran through the door, with a fierce expression of anger, disappointment and forgiveness.

"Jasper… what happened? Who is she? Why….?" She held his face with her tiny hands. He could almost swear there was heat coming from those lifeless extremities.

"Alice… I just couldn't. She was just so… tempting. Emmett stopped me, thank goodness. Alice, I would have killed her! Alice, I'm such a failure. I've failed you. I've failed everyone. Alice…" he couldn't control himself. Jasper, usually, was not one for many words. This child, this girl had ruined his being. She was solid proof of what Jasper had yet to master. He felt disgusted with himself. He brought his eyes to Alice's; all he saw was the love she had for him. It was too much. She had said nothing but her eyes revealed so much.

"Did you see this coming, Alice? Please…did you see this coming?" he pleaded. Was this betrayal? Had she let him unknowingly open this Can of Worms? He had to know. What was Alice thinking? He wanted to know. He would give anything to know.

"I can't see her. Nothing. I hear her but I can't see her. Strange, isn't it" she furrowed her brows. She was frustrated but now was not the time to let that bother her too much. Jasper took her hands and they went into their room as quickly as possible. He didn't want to see anyone else. He did not want to speak to anyone else. Alice was all he wanted, she was all he needed. He wanted to drown everything out and hold her but all that could hear was the slow heartbeat of his mistake.

Carlisle

There wasn't anything too difficult about the day he had finished. The hospital was fairly quiet though it was Flu season. He had vaccinated countless children and it was these small things a man of his merit shouldn't have to do that he loved. Driving towards home he could hear it. He could smell imminent death that was waiting for him. What had happened? Carlisle was experienced and he was instantly reminded of the time Rosalie brought Emmett home. Was it Edward? Had he found someone? Was he the one who caused this harm? It was ridiculous, to say the least. Edward had excellent control. How could he have doubted him but that wasn't the case. Someone was in trouble and he was needed once again. Esme was not home, he noticed and neither was Emmett. But, he remembered, Emmett had gone hunting with Jasper…did Jasper slip? Before he made his way quicky upstairs he saw Rosalie. She had come home from her shopping day with Alice. It was definitely Jasper who had caused this and he needed to know why.

He lightly tapped on Alice and Jasper's door and the couple followed him as he called for Edward on his way to the spare room. All four of them went in and Jasper stiffened behind him at the sight and smell. There she was, not terribly mutilated. Jasper had chosen her arm, the blood had started to dry and Carlisle could still see the dew in her hair. The back-story, he wanted later. Was he to change her or let her die?

"I can't see her, Carlisle." Alice whispered. He was puzzled but this young woman's life was in his hands now. She was first, her peculiarity was to be sorted out later.

"I can't hear her, Carlisle." Edward had a little more annoyance in his voice.

"Edward, Alice, Jasper, she only has a couple of more hours until she's completely gone." He had checked her with his bare hands. Took at her wounds and miraculously Jasper hadn't injected venom into her remaining bloodstream, another strange occurrence.

"Change her." Voiced Alice, she had moved closer to her. Carlisle could see the sparkle in the eyes of his daughter. This battered doll was beautiful in her eyes.

"Alice…Think this through, please." Edward's voice was hard; he didn't see the need for another person. Alice and Jasper had found the Cullen's. Rosalie was changed by Carlisle as was Esme and Edward.

"Edward, she's perfect. She's dying. It wasn't her time. It was a mistake. I couldn't protect her from Jasper." And with this she smiled, a tad bit too smugly for any right-minded individual, "I want to apologize to her, when she's conscious of course."

Edward heavily sighed, he was at a loss. What could it hurt? Carlisle thought. Another addition to his family. He just hoped, with his entire mind that she wasn't as quirky as Alice. Maybe she could bring something new to the table. Something they all needed.

"Everyone, if there is nothing further I would like to get this done as soon as possible…for her sake." Carlisle said softly. Without another word, they all left. Edward, are you ready? He knew Edward could hear him. He could hear anyone, except this girl…

He looked at this innocent girl's face; she soon would have forever to think over what had happened. All of his children have adapted marvelously to their lifestyle. She would be no different. Her corpse-like body gave off a sense of security and warmth. Impossible, Carlisle noted, she was the warmest near-death patient he's ever had. And with this, he injected his venom in all of her major pressure points. "Welcome home, daughter. Have a sweet dream while you can." Carlisle went down to Esme who was in the kitchen already informed by Emmett on what had happened. She smiled warmly at him knowing that all the family could do, at that point in time, was wait.

Bella

Unconscious, cold and withered, Isabella was transported from what was supposed to be her grave to a bed. A cool, soft bed. She laid there while the four strangers spoke to one another about her future, she, of course, could not hear them. She didn't know of their presence until one had bit her. He had bit her several times. Suddenly, the pain was so harsh that it brought her back into consciousness. Fire? Fire! It was consuming her. First, she was attacked by a rabid man and now she was being burned alive? This was not the peaceful and quick death she had hoped for. This almost seemed like torture. She screamed the most she could. She couldn't hear herself. She could feel something changing within herself, though. Her screams only made her feel the pain in her throat more thoroughly. Bella decided to quit; here was where she would die. She would leave the world as quietly as possible. It seemed like logic to her.

It has been hours, Bella figured it had been a day or two and she was still alive. The fire was still there. The worst had come a while ago; she couldn't help but scream then. It had lightened a few notches but at that point she couldn't tell the difference anymore. She counted her heartbeats. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7… it was gone. She couldn't hear it. She panicked. She had counted her heart beating many times before. It stopped. She was dead, she was sure. How was she still conscious, she questioned. A few minutes later, the fire subsided… what was happening to her? She had no answers; would she ever get any? Bella wanted to know whether she was dead or alive. Or, was this how it all ended for everyone?

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Slowly, she lifted her legs and she wiggled her toes. She could see the dust particles in the air. She saw everything with perfect clarity. The next step was to get up from this bed and she did. As soon as she did so, however, she saw herself in the mirror. It was her…enhanced. Had whoever found her after she had been attacked given her massive plastic surgery? But where was her heartbeat? Why were her eyes crimson red? She nixed the plastic surgery because she had no bandages. She was just beautiful. Her hair was a richer brown and shined as if she had just gone to a salon. Her skin was pale. More pale than it already was. Her body was hard, toned and cold. Once again, she looked around her and this time, studied the room she was in. Simple, elegant and spacious. The back wall was made of glass and as she walked closer to it, she outstretched her hand towards the sun. If she had seen what she was seeing a week ago, or however long it had been she would have … she didn't know. All she did know was that her skin shined in the sun as it she was made of diamonds. She glistened. She freaked out.

She stepped away from the sunlight and figured that she might as well leave the room and see where exactly she was. As soon as she opened the door, she found someone was already there. Short, sharp and happy…not to mention beautiful.

"Alice Cullen." She extended her hand, smiled amiably and Bella accepted her hand. Next thing she knew, Bella was pulled to what seemed like the Family Room. There she met face to face to six others that were just as beautiful as… Alice. They all shared the same golden eyes and the pale white skin. Not everyone was as happy to see her as Alice was. They didn't even know her. A blonde man, along with what seemed like his wife stood and walked towards Bella. Another handshake was extended towards her and she felt a bit apprehensive. It was all gone in a minute. The man smiled a warm smiled and said, "Welcome home."