Chapter 3! The next chapter is going to be hard for me to write because I have to start setting up all the twists and turns that are going to come up later on. I will try my hardest to have chapter 4 up by the end of Saturday. YAY Saturday! I am going to see Twilight that morning!!! uber excited.
I wish I was Stephenie Meyer. But alas I am not. :(
Chapter 3 - Even younger than Edward.
Jasper's POV
She couldn't possibly be blaming herself! How many times do we all have to tell her she doesn't see everything?! With everything going on with Edward, Bella, Jacob Black, the werewolf pack, the volturi, and Victoria. The list just goes on! Some things were bound to slip. I picked up my small Alice and cradled her to my chest whispering infinite apologies into her tiny ear.
"But you're my husband! I f I can't see you I shouldn't be able to see anything!!!" she sobbed putting her head back in her hands. She was clinging to me frantically but I pushed back her shoulders so I could look into her eyes. What broke my cold dead unbeating heart was she had her eyes cast down. She wouldn't look at me. We could talk to each other without speaking. All we would do is look into each other's eyes and then have complete understanding of what the other was thinking.
I grabbed her by her small sholders, leaving her dangling off the ground.
"Mary Alice, darlin', listen to me," I said letting my accent out completely, knowing she loves it. A little smile cracked on her beautiful lips.
"I love you. Pleasejust let it go, this is all goin' be alright." I hugged her and much to my delight she hugged me back with her classic Alice enthusiasm.
"How the hell is everything going to be alright!?" Rosalie mumbled sitting on the edge of the couch. She had her hand to her forehead and her long blond hair covering her face. Her face! I knew she was upset but, wow.
"Seriously Rose calm down. It isn't like this hasn't happened before." said Alice straightening out her clothes.
No POV
Alice skipped in her lithe step next Carlilse who was kneeling in front of Whitney.
"What is her name?" Carlisle asked
"Whitney." said Alice
"Whitney can you hear me?" Carlisle asked placing a gentle hand on her forehead "I know you're in extreme pain and I am so very sorry. I can promise you though that it will be over soon."
She just continued to writhe and scream on the couch. Luckily she wasn't damaging it or herself. Her blotchy pink hands clenching and unclenching rapidly. Her whole body was pink and red from her screaming. Oh dear, she's starting to choke on her hair, its in her face and her mouth is just open so wide. Alice was there kneeling by her in half a second brushing her hair out of her face.
"This is a really pretty shade of blonde" She said while running her fingers through it.
"She looks quite young, Carlisle" Esme said worried. She put her hand on his shoulder and he put his on top to comfort her. This was not easy for Carlisle either, knowing this child's life was taken from her but he knows that she will have a family when she is done with her transformation.
"Well, she does have 'I heart Zac Efron' written on the underside of her arm." Alice said reluctantly
"That young boy who's in the television musicals?" Esme asked
"Yup"
"Those movies are delightful."
"We have her school bag, don't we?" inquired Carlisle, changing the subject.
"I'll get it! It's in the car." said Alice excitedly
One second later Alice returns holding a light blue backpack with a few buttons that have cute messages on them.
"Alright lets see what's shes got!" Emmet said while rubbing his huge hands together. Esme shoots him a look.
"I mean ... lets learn something about our darling new baby sister?!" Esme smiled and patted his shoulder.
"Here's her wallet." Alice started to look through all of the gift cards and other stuff in the wallet.
"Here we go! Name, Whitney Ackerman. Oo la la, french last name, tres chic. Birthday, October 4th, she.. um... she.. just turned 15 a couple of days ago."
"Even younger than Edward when he was changed" Esme murmured sadly.
"There isn't much of anything we can do to change what is going to come, dear. She'll have us as her family. Think of it this way love, you'll have a child to raise."
Esme's face lit up with the thought of all the possibilities. She immediately ran up the stairs to her craft room and brought back downstairs into the spacious living room her camera, about 4 notebooks, about 50 different color markers, a empty photo album, a blank scheduler, scissors, glue, hand held label machine, a phone book, and the telephone. The Cullens could tell there was a project coming or some sort of a system.
"She hasn't even finished high school. I'll get to home school her! This is so wonderful."
The Cullen children were happy to see their "mother" so happy and so was her husband.
"We have to start talking about a plan" said Jasper standing near Rosalie. She was still hunched over on the chair.
"We're going to have to fake her death." Emmett said eagerly "I've missed New Hampshire. Should it be she got lost in the woods or should we get creative?" That was all it took to make Rosalie go over the edge. Emmett should have known better, really.
"No!!No, no, no, no, no! Oh God, why is this happening again!!! All these damn humans are trying to ruin our lives!!!" Rosalie yelled, snapping. Edward hissed in her direction. He didn't bother to move from his spot facing out the window.
"I take that back." Emmett said quickly kissing her cheek.
Edward's POV
My family began to bicker on plans on how this little girl was going to "die". This situation was almost too much to bear. Knowing that this is exactly what my Bella wants. This would be a great way to get her to reconsider but there is no way on earth that she will be coming within 15 miles of the house or near this girl when she is completely changed.
Wh .. why? . . . ugh! it hurts!! ... why did jasper do this!?
She's having thoughts. hmm. That's interesting from my memory of my transformation all I could think about was constantly wanting to do die. She actually had a thought that wasn't about the pain. Maybe I should tell Carlisle?
No POV
She started to moan instead of scream and wiggle instead of thrash now. She was whimpering pathetically like a little girl who scraped her knee at the park. Then she went limp, limp as a rag doll.
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