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I wanted so much to just hold her hand and ease the pain but my effects were only temporary; there was no point in doing so. I also knew that if I'd come into further proximity with her, my own emotions would become greatly overwhelmed and uncontrolled. All of a sudden, I was afraid of what Alice would reveal.

Was I going to die — sooner than I ever thought possible? Was I going to give in to the blood-lust and massacre a whole town; a whole city? Was I going to join the Volturi — turning back on our love and, ultimately, destroy our entire family?

We had come to a stop in the forest where the radius was out of the telepathic range of Edward and Bella's hearing. Bella.. I urged myself not to think about the unfamiliar moment in the study.

Alice turned to me and I guiltily realised she did not appeal to me like she used to. Of course I still loved her, but the former attraction I'd felt was fading. Her bubbly, cheery personality was magnetic but it seemed as if she had fallen into a hole akin to Edward's in his pre-Bella years. Alice was my saviour and my light.. but now I felt lost. She had always guided me, reassured me and I couldn't return the favour because she was the reason for my happiness. Now her own happiness was receding.

"I love you, Jasper—"

I opened my mouth to respond.

"—and I know you do, too." Alice smiled sadly at me and I felt myself tear apart.

"But," she continued, "you're going to love another."

My eyes widened as I roughly shook my head. This was wrong. Her vision was wrong.

"No." I murmured angrily, cradling her face in my hands.

She gave a weak smile.

How could she say this? How could she envision something so ludicrous?

Grief. Remorse. Hope.

"You're right," she softly whispered, "it's only a vision." Alice repeatedly blinked back invisible tears.

"The future isn't written in stone," I quoted in conviction, circling my thumb on her cheek. "I will always love you." I kissed her forehead and she gave an unnecessary shaky intake of breath.

Uneasiness. Misery.

I could sense her wanting to say something but, instead, she took ahold of my hand and we returned to the mansion.

Carlisle had called, bearing troublesome news. Jacques, his old companion, was visited by Jane and her cohorts the week before, offering a valuable place in the Volturi guard.

Aro had found out about Carlisle's trip to Europe as it seemed that our family was being suspiciously monitored. He had quickly learnt that Carlisle's purpose was not to eventually visit him, but instead, it was to see Jacques — Aro was sure he'd heard of the name decades prior. He had Demetri immediately track Carlisle to get to Jacques and was deemed rightfully correct.

Jacques was the exact same man Aro thought had been nothing but a fabrication; how could any vampire have been able to morph? Jacques, however, was that very exception as he possessed the phenomenal ability of morphing — being able to transform into a human or vampire he ever physically past and duplicate its exact smell and voice. It would only be natural for Aro to collect him — Jacques seemed like the most lethal weapon. To be able to replicate the exact smell too?

What was more impressive was that he could morph however long he desired and still retain his vampiric nature. He would definitely appear to be the highest prize in Aro's eyes.

Jacques had reassured Carlisle he would not join, knowing what the Volturi were, but after he had been summoned by them three nights ago, he still hadn't returned.

"Alice," Carlisle addressed, "tell us what has become of him?"

We simultaneously turned to Alice whose face was drawn in deep concentration. Agitation. Confusion. Horror.

"No.." Edward said, his eyes large.

He was distraught. His emotions whirred like a film in fast forward.

"Bella." he breathed, cringing.