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Jasper POV
I trudged forward, behind Carlisle and Emmett. Our party stood out, swirls of anxiety amidst a pool of celebration. Part of me finally was on the same wavelength as Edward. A fitting place Volturra was for suicidal vampires. It probably was something I'd follow his footsteps in, seeking death. If Alice… no, Alice promised that she'd get away. She would, why wouldn't she?
"What did Alice say again?" whispered Esme.
"'We won't make it. Clock tower, side alley. Love you, love Jasper. Take care of him, and Bella,'" Carlisle replied, worry saturating his voice. When we'd all boarded the plane to Italy, Carlisle's silver phone had rung.
No, it couldn't mean what it meant. It was impossible. Alice was infallible. But why did I listen to her? I should have gone to Italy with Emmett and Rosalie, but-
"The plaza is full of different scents, seeking them out may take some time. Shall we split up or…? Jasper?"
I didn't reply, but just sprinted, carefully avoiding contact with humans. I had sensed a great depression blob in the sea of celebration, even if a bit further from others. Sorrow, regret, pain… And this scent was definitely human. Bella. Faint streaks of vampire lingered in the alleyway, most concentrated of which was Edward. But there was an edge to the smell.
I spun to a stop neatly infront of Bella, and felt the other four slide to a stop behind me.
"Bella," Carlisle called tentatively, kneeling infront of her. "Bella?"
He might as well have addressed the brick floor, for all the replies he got. I glanced around her, and snatched up Alice's phone. It was smashed, as if having fallen from a great height…
"Bella, where is Edward?"
The vacant brown eyes flickered at the word.
I leapt up, following Alice's scent. She was running here, above Bella…
Bella's emotion suddenly weighed tonnes, and I tuned out of it. Yet, why? It felt like my mind was sluggishly slow.
"Carlisle?"
"I'm here Bella. What happened to Edward? To Alice?" There was a faint hint of hysteria at the end.
Leaping down to where Alice's scent ended, I realized that it was also where Edward was last. Looking down, I grasped the answer as soon as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Volturi," we said in unison, mine a snarl, Bella's a whimper as the word was formed.
Carlisle POV
A chill ran down my spine as I registered the powder at Jasper's feet. Ashes.
Esme cried out in despair and hugged Bella, who was crying.
Rose staggered over, falling onto her knees in horror infront of the remains.
Emmett caught Jasper in an unbreakable hold as Jasper thrust himself forward, snarling and snapping, eyes beyond reason with half crazed loss.
I just stood there, muscles freezing into place as it registered.
Never had I known such pain. Even as I failed to save patients even with my enhanced abilities, as I mourned the inability to save one more person, it was never like this. I seemed to have been on the icy savannahs of Antarctica, rather that early evening at Italy.
An internal force shook me, as I trembled. The tears which did not come fell as I collapsed on the pavement, staring. Edward, my first ever companion. Another stab to my chest, when Elizabeth Mason's fierce voice punctured the picture of the angelic boy in bronze hair. Her final request, to save her Edward. I had given him immortality, but still, eventually, failed.
The floor beneath me rattled and trembled in time with me, as Alice's infallible face came to mind. Behind me, Jasper stopped fighting.
Then, at no visible signal, he threw his face into the indigo sky.
A new sound ripped from his throat, putting all our suffering to shame.
A mourning cry, beautiful in its own way. A cry of loss, injected with the depth of his pain.
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