A/N: Hey to my peoples! How you doin'? (that said in an Italian accent, just like Joey). I'm so excited to be writing this fanfic, have I mentioned? Yes? Well, one more time then – I am effing excited about this one! Thanks to everyone who dedicates his time to read this little tale!

Special thanks to: Bloftus, Janna, xxicanseeyouxx, sujari6, Sherry80, and my lovely Jerz babe.

Some comments:

*Yup, Bella is a good actress as a vampire, and it's mainly because her life and Edward's depend on it. So lucky us, right? ;)

*So glad you liked Alice's POV, because it's making a return! Lol

*Edward? Well, I guess you'd have to read to find out where he's running off to ;)

So here goes! Please enjoy, and don't be shy to review whether you did enjoy or not!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight.

Chapter 3: Alice.

Alice's POV:

I pulled to a stop in the driveway outside my house, the car screeching loudly as I hit the breaks like a racecar driver would. Jasper was already there, opening the door for me to get out. When I did, I crushed myself into his ready chest in a tight embrace.

"Jazz," I whimpered, as if my history had long, outstretching arms that wished to grab me. It already had one of the people I cared about most.

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked, as I immediately felt a soothing cloud of positive emotions flooding me. Usually, I would kill him if he tried to work his magic on me in any other place than the bedroom. Now, he was shamelessly manipulating my emotions and I couldn't be more thankful. "I could feel your fright from inside the house."

I pulled away, too see him gazing down at me worriedly. I realized Emmett was standing next to the door, looking worried as well but giving us a moment.

"Call Carlisle and Esme," I told him. "You'll all need to hear this."

He exchanged a look with Emmett, before nodding and leading me back inside the house.

We were sitting in the living room, Jasper cuddling me into him, when Emmett sat himself down on the other couch.

"I called them," he said. "They're on their way. Now would you tell us what's up? I'm seriously freaked out here."

I looked at him, but didn't say anything. There was nothing I could think of saying that would result in any other way than freaking him out even more.

"Can you just tell me if we're in danger?" Jasper asked, stroking my hair gently. "And I say we because if you're in any kind of trouble, I'm right there beside you."

His eyes were so sincere, it scared me for a moment. He seemed like he was prepared to die for me, which was the last thing I wanted to happen. If… he, would ever come for me, I would have to lead him away from the rest of them – especially Jasper.

"We all are. Only we're slightly less emo," Emmett smirked at Jasper, who smiled weakly back. He was much too concerned to laugh at anything right now, which I understood perfectly. "So… are we? In danger?"

"I honestly don't know," I replied apologetically.

After a while of just sitting there, Jasper suddenly perked up. I realized why when I heard Carlisle's BMW parking outside. He probably felt their concern before we could hear them. I wondered what exactly Emmett had told them that worried them so much.

Just then, we heard Rosalie climb downstairs lazily, at human pace. She took in the situation as she saw us, and came to stand before us in the living room.

"What's going on?" she asked warily, one hand on her hip. "Why are Carlisle and Esme home?"

None of us answered, so she just sat down and waited for them to come in, which didn't take long. They were in the living room in a human's heartbeat, Esme's arms around me as she sat next to me.

"Is everything alright?" Carlisle asked, looking at me. In fact, they were all looking at me.

"No," I sighed. It was time.

I turned to whisper in Jasper's ear, so low that none of the others could hear. "Just know that I love you no matter what… and that I'm sorry," I said and squeezed his hand before getting up and standing next to Carlisle. Jazz was looking at me with bewildered eyes, more so than everyone else in the room.

"I don't know where to start," I said.

This was something that none of them knew. I'd been hiding my past, hoping that they will never have to know what had happened, and what I had done. I loved them all too much – especially Jasper – to even try and tell them. They were the best people I had ever met, vampire or not. And I knew they would be so extremely disappointed.

"Just start at the beginning," Carlisle encouraged me.

"I'm sure you all remember how James almost managed to kill Bella, a few months ago," I started where I thought best, and everyone's backs straightened at the mention of James' name. "And that he spoke of how I was the only one who ever got away from him."

"Yeah, but we killed that fucker. So what does that have to do with now?" Emmett asked curiously.

"Let her talk," Rosalie asked him.

"The truth is," I said hesitantly. "I remembered him. Not how he chased me before someone turned me into what I am today – my human memories are way too foggy. I remembered him from after I was changed."

"I don't understand. You knew James as a vampire? Did he keep trying to kill you?" Esme, who had been listening attentively, asked.

I shook my head. "No, he didn't keep chasing me. He left."

"Alice, you're not being very clear," Jazz said, and he was probably right.

"Okay, do you remember what I told you about how I was changed?"

He nodded once. "You were confined in the mental asylum. James was after you. A stranger who passed by kindly turned you into a vampire, so you could escape," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said, locking eyes with Jasper. "That wasn't entirely the truth." I decided to continue before anyone else talked. "The person who bit me wasn't a complete stranger. It was James' brother. Nathaniel," I said his name out loud for the first time in centuries.

"After he changed me, I lived with him, as his mate, for a while – which is why James just gave up and left. I didn't know anything else was waiting for me out there, because I couldn't see anything. All I knew was the world I exited in. We… we fed on humans," I barely choked out. I couldn't look at anyone now. "Until he started to change. He became so… controlling. When I killed, I hated it. I did it to survive – only when I needed, and only people who have killed, themselves. He was enjoying it; doing it for sport. And he constantly got mad that I wouldn't enjoy it with him. I had to leave. It took me a few escape attempts before I finally got away from him."

"Why didn't you tell us?" I heard Rose say, after a few moments.

"I was just so ashamed of myself for doing those things," I said. "I was afraid that you wouldn't take me in if you knew about my past. I realized later that you wouldn't turn your backs on me if I had told you the truth, but it was too late. The lie had been told."

"Is he coming after you? Did he do something to you?" Jasper got up and made his way over to me, inspecting me as if to make sure everything was still in place.

"No, no. I'm okay," I said, feeling undeserving of his attention. "He's not coming after me, at least not yet," I said nervously, and Jasper sneered at the option.

"Then what is it?" Carlisle asked patiently.

I took a deep breath. "It's Bella."

"Bella? Is she okay?" Esme asked.

"Did you see something?" Rose pressed.

"I couldn't see anything. So I called Jessica Stanley, and she told me what happened," I said, and embraced myself to say it. "Bella's parents were murdered. And the killer took Bella."

It came as a shock to everyone as they heard the details of what I found. Of course they didn't know how to take it, I didn't know how to take it myself. Bella had been kidnapped. Her parents were dead and gone. And I had lied to them about my past, saying that I couldn't remember when in fact, I could remember everything; each person whose life I took.

Once everyone came down, we tried thinking up a plan.

"So what do we do?" Emmett jumped up eagerly. He was always up for a battle.

"Wait a minute," Rose shook her head. "Are we sure we even want to do something? I mean, I like Bella. But now that Edward's gone, is it really worth risking all our lives for one human girl?"

I knew she wasn't asking out of spitefulness. She was just concerned for our family, like she always was. But nonetheless, Bella was still a part of this family – even if my jerk of a brother left her, for now.

"We can't let anything happen to Bella," Emmett told her, rubbing her shoulder. "Come on, it's Bella."

"I agree," Carlisle nodded.

"Especially since it seems that this… Nathaniel is out to revenge his brother's death," Esme added. "We killed James. And he's probably using Bella to lure Edward to come to him."

"Yeah," Rose said. "I guess you're right."

"We can try to follow Bella's trail, if her scent is still there as Alice said," Carlisle said.

"Wouldn't that be dangerous? Like walking straight into a trap?" Esme asked wisely.

"It would be dangerous no matter how we decide to act. Nathaniel is the most atrocious vampire I know of, and that includes the lines of the Volturi," I said, trying hard not to images of the past flood me. Jasper wrapped his soothing arm around me, and I felt another wave of calm emotions.

"You don't have to do this. I want you to sit this one out," he said quietly, but not quietly enough.

"Maybe that's a good idea," Rose said, concern in her eyes.

"It is certainly not," I said, agitated that they would even think I could sit and do nothing while Bella was in the hands of a skillful murderer. "I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not."

Jasper opened his mouth to say protest, but I shushed him. "End of discussion." He nodded, smiling slightly at my reaction.

"So it's decided," Emmett said. "We follow her trail to find her, right?"

Carlisle turned to me. "Alice, can you think of anywhere he might've taken her?" he asked.

I shook my head, after giving it a moment of thought. His manor was too far for him to take her there. There was no other place I knew of. "I wish I knew."

"We'll go tonight, then. After dark," he concluded. "Emmett and I will go, so we don't attract too much attention as a group. If we find any leads, we'll call the rest of you guys."

It seems that everyone was okay with the plan.

"Alright. Kicking some villain vampire ass. Love it," Emmett said, throwing his arm around Rosalie.

Esme cleared her throat.

"Language, I know. Sorry, Esme," he said, smiling like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Good boy," she replied.

I sighed. Everyone was taking this much too lightly. Jasper leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Let's go upstairs and talk?"

I nodded, but as a matter of fact, I was fearful of what he might tell me. After all, I had been lying to him – my mate, my partner – for all this time, about everything involving my past. And that included my romantic history.

I followed him upstairs and away from everyone else, to our bedroom, where he led me to sit on the bed, next to him. Our room at the new house was even larger than the old one. So we could fit in an even larger bed – king size, to be exact – and a walk in closet. The curtains in the big room were shed, letting only little light from outside to infiltrate in. There were still a few hours before sunset.

"I'm so sorry, Jazz," I spoke first.

"You lied to me," he said, his eyes scrutinizing my face closely.

"Yes, I did. And what I meant before, by telling you that I love you no matter what, is that… if you decide to leave me, I'll understand," I said quietly. "But, please don't do that."

He shook his head vigorously. "I am not going to leave you, Alice Brandon Whitlock," he reminded me of the addition I'd made to my name years ago. I was his. "I'm just disappointed that you didn't feel like you could trust me with your history."

"I was so ashamed of myself, Jasper."

"I know that. I could feel it, while you were telling us of your past," he said. "But believe me, Alice, if anyone knows what it feels like to be ashamed of yourself for your past actions, it's me."

He was right. His past was full of blood shed, war, and the killing of innocents. But he told me all of it, and I overlooked everything. Not because I had shed blood as well, but because I could see that wasn't who he really was.

"I'm sorry," I said one more time. I didn't know what else to say.

He kept silent for a while, before turning his face back to mine. "Will you tell me more about it? About you and him?"

I was more than reluctant. But I couldn't keep anymore secrets from him. As much as it was scary – revealing everything that I'd been hiding – it was also deliberating in many ways.

"We were… together. Mates. And we lived together in an old manor he owned," I said. "Like I told everyone before, I didn't know anything else existed for me out there. For some reason, I could never see my future while I was with Nathaniel. Maybe that's why I can't see Bella, either. I think it has something to do with his abilities."

"His abilities?" he asked carefully, his face serious. His eyes were burning holes into mine, but this was definitely not the time to jump Jasper, as irresistible as he was.

"Yes," I said. "I'm not exactly sure how they work."

"What have you seen him do?" he asked, his hand entwining itself in mine, to encourage me that I could tell him.

"Well," I started. "When Nathaniel changed me, it was really out of kindness. He said he couldn't let his brother kill an innocent young woman like me. But with time… he changed. He started killing innocent people, and taking pleasure in it. He said it was a rush. The first time I tried to run was after I heard him and his guards discuss his plans. He was going to perform a massacre, just so he could have his seven course dinner."

I stopped, every memory creeping back in front of my eyes without my control. Jasper grasped my head between his hands, and pressed our foreheads together.

"I know it's hard for you," he whispered. "I can feel it. But it would be better if you talked about it."

I whispered my consent, and pulled slightly away.

"He wouldn't let me leave," I whispered ardently to him, our faces mere inches from one another. I'd be crying if I could shed any tears. But to my dismay, vampires could only shed blood. "I don't know how, but he knew about it, every time I tried to leave he knew, and I couldn't even see him coming. He would be one step ahead of me. When I realized it was impossible… I begged him to let me go. I was lucky that he somehow agreed."

Nathaniel had told me back then that I was a fool; that I would never make it on my own, and that I could be his queen if I had been smart enough to stay. I suspected that he only let me go because he wanted the satisfaction of being proved right about it.

Jasper pulled me into him, for a tight hug, and I buried my head in his warm neck and wrapped my arms around him. "I was lucky as well, then," he whispered again.

"I don't deserve you," I said. "But I love you."

He laughed softly and pulled back to look at me with a boyish smirk on his face. "I'm afraid you've got it backwards, my beauty," he said.

I was just about to protest, when I suddenly got an image thrown in my head, shocking me out of reality for a moment. It was a vision.

When it was finished, my eyes managed to focus on Jasper again.

"What did you see?" He asked, already knowing what probably happened.

"I saw Edward," I said, unable to explain it to myself. "He's headed for Italy."

"Italy?" he asked, looking at me with questioning eyes. "What for? Is it…"

"I don't know," I answered and got up, pissed at my stupid, so called gift. If I couldn't see clearly, had holes in my vision, and sometimes had no vision at all, then what use was it?

"I can see only where Edward's going, but I can't see what he's going to do, and I can't see what's going on with Bella either," I sighed out heavily. "Damn it, why can't I see anything valuable?" I cursed myself rather loudly.

He got up as well, and his hand reached for mine, holding me in place in front of him. "You can't control what you see or don't see, Alice," he said quietly.

"But that's exactly the problem," I said in disconcertment. "I'm no use to anyone like this!"

"Don't say that," he said heatedly.

"No, seriously!" I repeated, frustrated with myself for my current incompetence, for lying and hiding, for being unsuccessful in convincing Edward to stay in Forks. "What good am I, if all I ever do is disappoint?" I whispered in defeat.

"Stop talking like that. You are everything to me," he said with anger in his voice, and took a step forward that pushed our bodies together. I didn't dare say anything; I kept silent as he raised his hand and ran it in my hair, his other hand on my lower back, pressing me to him. At that moment, it felt as if he literally owned me. All of me.

Then he pulled me into his kiss, soft and hot, one hand still in my hair but the other one already trailing all over me. I let his lips linger over mine as long as I could before fervor took over, making me grasp his face and return the kiss with everything I had in me; every bit of passion, frustration, anger, love. And god, did I love this man.

He groaned deeply and pressed me further into him, igniting the most urgent feeling of need in me. He didn't seem to want to take it slow either, because within seconds, I was stripped to my lingerie and pressed up against the nearest wall, my upper layers nowhere to be found. Jasper was always faster than I was.

By the hair, I pulled him in for another eager kiss before lowering him down to my neck and upper chest, to where he gladly turned his attention. I took the opportunity to rid him of his clothes, careful not to tear anything – I did pick those out for him, after all. I loved the feeling of his firm, naked body against mine, where I could feel him hard and ready for me in every way possible.

He twisted one of my legs around him and buried his head in my chest, working his way up with his mouth, and moaning silently into my heated skin. My whole fucking body tingled. A moment later, I was laid across the bed, where he finally disposed of the rest of my clothes – which were starting to feel as heavy as stones on my skin.

For a few moments that felt like hours, I was in a state of pure elation – my head thrown back, my back bent upwards, and the rest of my body adored by my soul-mate's lavish lips.

Finally, his face aligned with mine, his golden eyes unyieldingly staring at me with an expression I couldn't figure out. It was lustful, no doubt, but it was mixed with other emotions, rage definitely being one of them.

As he stared, he held onto one of my thighs, and in one swift motion pushed himself into my depths. We both moaned out at the sensation, and I wrapped my legs further around him to allow him better access.

He started moving himself in me, with every thrust going faster, harder – and before I knew it, he was pounding into me with force, while his soft hands as a contrast moved gently down my breasts and onto the rest of my body. I moaned, locked into his powerful gaze, while my hips lifted themselves up to meet his with every time he drove himself into me.

"You were in his bed," he suddenly whispered, his face handsome hardening.

That's what it was, then. Jealousy.

"It's your bed I'm in now," I reminded him in a whisper, lustfully licking my lips.

"Did you love him?" he asked, his eyes looking like a lost puppy's. I cupped his face in my hands tenderly, and shook my head.

"Only you," I replied earnestly.

Then his expression hardened again. He pulled himself up to sit, and pulled my body along with his, without detaching us from each other. I began moving myself on top of him, but he took control quickly enough, grasping my hips and lowering me onto him, over and over. I held my arms around him tighter, my face buried in his neck and straining for breaths that I didn't even need, technically.

He clutched my hips, my back, my ass, controlling the rhythm of my movements as well as the rhythm of my loud pants.

"Did he ever make you feel like this?" he asked hoarsely, pulling his head slightly back to look at my face. With his words, his thrusting became even wilder than before. I didn't know how he could even think it, but I understood his doubts right now; I had lied to him. Hid from him entire parts of myself.

"No – God, no," I breathed, pressing my forehead to his as I felt my nearing climax.

"And when his hands were all over you… did he ever touch you like I do?" he asked against my lips, one of his hands cupping my breast ever so softly, his thumb brushing over it. I had honestly never felt anything remotely as good as his touch, his sex. "You're mine, Alice," he said, claiming what was already his. "Just mine."

I nodded, capturing his lips with mine again and again, until every nerve ending in my body felt like it was literally exploding. I could vaguely hear Jasper's groans over mine, as he gripped me almost painfully – not that I cared. It could only serve to intensify what I was feeling at the moment. I held onto him for dear life, our bodies shaking severely together. I could understand why the French sometimes call an orgasm "La Petite Mort" – the little death. Because it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

Eventually, though, I came back – or more accurately, Jasper brought me back, with tender kisses and soft caresses. I held him quietly, very much aware of his presence inside me still, hard as marble.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, running his hands through my hair gently. "You have to understand – the thought of you and another man… it's torturous."

Seeing you like this is torturous.

I nodded. "I know it is, Jasper, but that was so long ago. I've only ever loved you," I told him again, and kissed him firmly on the lips. "I'm so sorry for not telling you."

"I know," he whispered, and kissed me again.

As his lips rested against mine, he laid me down on my back and started moving again, much more slowly this time, attentive to my body. We stayed just like that, until the sun finally set outside.

A/N: So… that was my first A/J lemon. Did I pop any of your A/J cherries? Either way, tell me your thoughts on the chapter, awesomes!