Bella sat on the floor of Edward's bedroom, her back propped against the black leather couch. She attempted to take a deep breath, but halway through, gasped in pain and clenced her jaw against the scream. A small moan escaped in its place.

The lack of color in her face was startling along with the almost black circles under her eyes. Had it not been for the sweat beaded on her forhead, she may have been able to pass as one of the Cullen's. Her hair hung limply down her back, soaked. She hadn't had the strength to shower in days. Fat tears poured from her eyes as she struggled to lean over and reach for a notepad that was resting on the floor off to her side.

She weakly pulled at the pen that was clipped on the inside of the spiral and opened the book to an empty page.

Her handwriting was messy, her grip was weak, as she tried to write.

Alice,

I hope that you can see this; I know that you dont want anything to do with me anymore, but i really need your help.

Please, I don't know what to do. I need you. Please hurry, I dont think I have much time left. Tell Edw

Her hand shook against the page, her whole body shuddering, her eyes rolled up and her eyelids closed. She slid to the side, falling ungracefully onto the floor. The pen fell to the floor, the notepad off of her lap-

"Alice."

Alice blinked her eyes and the vision of Bella disappeared. It was replaced by her family sitting somberly at the dining table. They had been discussing their plain of action before she had slipped into another vision. Now, they looked at her expectantly.

She sighed, almost in relief. "I saw her!" She said, excitedly. "She's okay! Well.. not really okay, she passed out at the end of the vision but she's alive for the moment." She finished thoughtfully.

Esme leaned forward in her seat. "Well, can you tell us what is happening?"

Crunching his knuckles together, Emmett looked menacing. "Can you tell who's hurting her?"

Alice shook her head, confused. "Actually, there was no one else there." She glanced at Carlisle. "It's only been a few weeks since we've been gone Carlisle. She looks like she's lost about twenty to thirty pounds already. Is that even possible? Can someone get that sick so quickly?"

He looked stricken. "Not that I know of. I would have to see her to be able to tell. Do you think that's what happens to her? She's too sick?" He found it odd, sicknesses he knew that were so extream wouldn't have just appeared out of nowhere. He would have been able to tell before they left three weeks ago if there had been something wrong with her. He would have been able to smell it in her blood, hear it from the rythem of her organs.

"No," Alice insisted. "She was definitely attacked. You didn't see what I saw. Blood was everywhere. And... she was just, opened up."

Rosalie closed her eyes and sighed. "Could it have been the redhead?"

Alice shrugged. "I really don't have a clue. I've been trying to keep an eye on Victoria and I haven't seen her make any decisions to even go near Bella. I really think the only reason i could see Bella at all was because she was deliberatly trying to reach me. She was in Edward's room, writing in a notebook too me, saying that she needed our help, and that time was running out. I can see nothing else. It's like she's the one blocking me." She took Jaspers comforting hand in her own and squeezed. "Anyway, we have got to split up. I'm going to try to find Edward and knock some sense into him. He should be there for her and he should be aware that we have every intention of turning her if it needs to be done. Carlisle, I think you need to go to Bella, I know that there's something wrong with her health-wise and she'll need you. Jazz, sweetheart, I'll need you to come with me. Once Edward knows what's going on, he's going to need some calming down."

"I'll go with you too Alice." Esme said softly. Everyone's eyes snapped towards her in surprise. They had all assumed that she would immediatly have gone to Bella's aid. She looked down in shame. If she had been human, she would have been blushing. "I..." She took a deep breath. "I just don't think that I can handle seeing her like that. And Edward needs me too. I just want you to promise me that you'll call with updates as soon as you know anything."

Everyone agreed. "Emmett and I will go with you to help Bella, Carlisle." Rosalie spoke up. Again, everyone in the room was shocked into silence. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. "Well, I just know that it's where Emmett wants to go." She said, trying to cover for herself.

Jasper smiled, dispite the serious situation and held his empty hand out towards Emmett. Growling, Emmett shifted to his side and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. He opened it up, counted out five twenty dollar bills and handed them over. "So not fair..." He muttered under his breath.

Rosalie glared at them both, but didn't say a word.

"You're flight leaves in a few hours, and you'll be back in Forks by twilight." Alice tried to focus the best that she could. "I see you getting there fine. But I can't really see what happens what you get into the house." She looked sadly over at Rosalie. "I do see you later on, it's dark out. You're sitting on the front porch, on the phone and you're sobbing."

With that, Alice stood. "We should all get ready to go." She left the room without another word, Jasper trailing behind her. He followed her into their bedroom and watched as she took a suitcase out from under their king size bed.

"Do we even have any hint to where he is?" Jasper asked.

Smiling for what felt like the first time in forever, Alice nodded. "He never turned off the GPS in his phone. I know the general area that he's in." She tossed her laptop onto the bed, next to her bag." He hasn't made any decisions on moving any time soon. He's just sitting still in what looks like an attic. He lookes like death, it looks like he hasn't fed since we last saw him. I'm not sure if I should call him or not, he never answers his phone."

Jasper sighed. "No, don't call him. We'll just try to take him by surprise."

Alice's hands stilled and she stared off into space. It was only a moment later that she was able to snap out of it. Grief darkened her eyes and she made her way around the bed to him, burying herself in his arms. He held her as close as he could.

"Jazz, this has to work." She whispered.

"If we can't save her, we will lose them both."

"Em, if you don't stop tapping that arm rest I 'm going to rip you apart." Rosalie ground out threw clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry Rosie." Emmett said, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in a very Edward-like fashion. "I'm really scared." As he finished speaking, his foot started tapping the floor of the airplane.

Carlisle reached over Rosalie and put his hand on Emmett's knee. "Son, it won't do us any good if you kick a hole through the bottom of the plane. You're going to have to calm down."

Emmett threw his head back against the plush first class seat and stared at the ceiling. He wasn't handling this well at all. It was the second time in less than a year that he had been on a flight, just waiting to get to Bella and help. Last time, he'd been too busy taking care of Edward and trying to calm him down that he hadn't had the time to worry about her himself. Last time, they had thought that she was safe with Alice. Last time... there had been someone to fight, to blame.

This time, he felt hopeless. She was sitting alone in their house, in pain. They had abandoned her. His little sister thought that they didn't care. If she was as sick as Alice said, there was no one that he could fight to make it all better. There would be no way for him to protect her at all.

He laced his fingers together and did his best to stay still, but could not help twirling his tumbs. The piolet announced their descent and he let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding.

Rosalie reached over and gave his joined hands a squeeze.

The plane touched down minutes later, making the three vampires on board more anxious than before. They had taken no baggage with them and Alice had called in a rental for them. They needed to be at that house as soon as possible and did not need anything to slow them down. Emmett wanted to push the people out of his way but Rosalie's firm grip on his arm prevented him from bolting. They tried to act calm and normal as they walked through the gate.

Rosalie bit her bottom lip slightly as she held onto Emmett's arm and walked at a slightly hurried human pace. She did not want to admit it, but she was scared too. Though she wasn't the one who recieved visions, Alice was her sister and usually told her everything that was going to happen. It had been a while since she didn't know what she was walking into. She had a feeling, a terrible feeling, that they were already too late.

Carlisle pulled out his identification while they waited on line to pick up their rental. He hoped that Alice had rented them something fast. It was roughly one hundred and ninety miles to reach Forks, to get home, he was hoping to make it there in under two hours. He, too, had a feeling that there was little time to waste.

They were about to step up to the counter when a voice stopped them cold in their tracks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Each of them spun around.

Charlie Swan, police cheif of Forks, stood there with his arms crossed. They could tell he hadn't slept in days. His face was haggard, his eyes bloodshot. He looked older than his age, older than the last time that they had seen him a few months before.

And he was furious.