JPOV

Great. Alice is away and everyone is acting all loved up. I don't think they understand how much they annoy me sometimes.

Edward and Bella walked down the stairs hand in hand, to get Bella some food. Every time Bella tripped, Edward would catch her; they would gaze into each others eyes until Bella realised I was watching, to which she would blush and carry on walking.

Edward was keeping out of my mind. He was too wrapped up in loving Bella to even notice I was thinking about how much I wanted to make him feel as bad as I did. Or worse.

Well, what's stopping me?

With a small grin on my face, I turned on the television and flicked between channels, really focusing on Edward and Bella's feet pattering around, and the low murmur of their voices.

I waited until it was obvious they were kissing and send concentrated waves of nausea to Edward alone.

They were faint at first, and he brushed them off, but I wandered into the kitchen and sent him all I had.

He shoved Bella off, pulled out a chair almost too quickly for even me to see, sat down, and rested his head on the table.

I'd never tried to make a vampire feel sick but it seemed as though it was working well enough.

"Bella?" he mumbled

"Yes? What's wrong? Are you okay?" concern laced her voice as she pulled up a chair next to him.

"I-er-well-no. I…I feel sick."

"What do you need? Esme? Carlisle?" she called out.

I sat on Edwards other side and feigned concern, I knew he would be fine.

Esme and Carlisle came rushing to Bella and she explained what was the matter.

Carlisle took me away into the lounge, and we started talking in hused tones. I honestly thought he knew it was me but it turned out he had other things in mind.

"Jasper, do you have any ideas? My concern is that the Volturi have found a member with this particular ability and chose to attack the only one who could know they were here, with Alice's absence."

"That could be it, Carlisle, or-"

We were cut off my Edwards gasping voice heightening as he screeched "Bella! Get Jasper!"

She ran out and gently pulled me by the arm to Edward's side.

He looked up at me and his eyes looked terrible; black with anger and seething with hate.

"I'm gonna kill you one of these days."

I shot out of the house and forgot to keep up the nausea. Edward followed sharply, to the amusement of all those who were worried before.

We ran almost to the border and by this time we were both just so happy from all the running that Edward tackled me to the floor, making a massive dent in the ground.

We both just started laughing, and Edward went solemn all of a sudden.

"Race you back." And he was gone.