A/N: First and foremost, Bella and Jasper will not be intimate in this story whatsoever. Bella and Jasper will not be together romantically thus far or in the future. I don't want to disappoint those who have been asking by not addressing this. This author's note will be used as a, "Don't say I didn't warn you," at the end.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Stephenie Meyer or the Twilight Saga in any way. This was written for viewers like you, thank you.
Alice's Point of View
Infuriated didn't begin to describe what was going on with my emotions right now. Humiliated, used, betrayed, empty… My brain couldn't process hatred however; my brain finally did process the fact that my legs were moving toward home. Why was I going back? My legs slowed on its familiar path, but unfamiliar involuntary journey. I froze for a fraction of a second and that's all it took. My legs gave way and I collapsed on the ground beneath a weeping willow – ironically. My chest heaved as if breathing was a necessity, but in this case it was as if I would explode without oxygen to my lungs.
My heart ached; there was an emptiness that shot me back decades before this. I had never felt this way, but this heartache was the emptiness that I had felt without him and now… Did he understand what he did? Could that bastard comprehend the shit that he put me through just to up and leave? A distraction?! A DISTRACTION! How could he even speak that way? Suddenly Rosalie's taunting when we had fought over a decade ago echoed in my head.
"I'm not the one with a man who makes you love him…" Maybe that is what he did. Maybe he altered my fixation on him when we met just to do this, but at what cost? What did he gain from this? I couldn't think of anything he could've received from faking a romance with me. No, it wasn't possible. He did love me. Was this for protection? To keep me here? Did he really mean it? He looked so confident in his decision and yet the heartbreak that I felt was absent from those mahogany eyes that I refused to look away from or forget.
My throat tightened, a drowning pit formed in my stomach. I couldn't live without him. My eyes burned and I groaned, frustrated that tears were impossible at this point. If only… That's all I longed for; Jasper and a few tears. No, I was leaving something out. That silent confession was lacking a certain emotion, a plan that I had unknowingly promised to when I had met that southern gentleman jackass; and that promise was simple, suicide. Without him, life isn't colorful, nothing it of substance, call me Juliet in this fiasco, but there is no other life for me.
If he didn't want me, I didn't want myself.
A vision shot to my eyes and I froze focusing in, going completely numb. They were looking for me. Bella, Edward, and Esme. Carlisle, Emmett, and Rosalie were preoccupied with the wolves. Just a picture frame of Bella, Edward, and Esme leaving the house in a swift leap from the window before the wolves could take notice, though that was inevitable.
Still, I couldn't move. My body was numb after the vision and I stared longingly, straight ahead, not focusing on any specific motion or scenery, just planning. My family wouldn't dare give into my wishes, I'd have to go elsewhere, but the only elsewhere is the Volturi and they are the cause of this. Surely if I went to them for my wish they would deny me of it and seeing Jasper again…
"Alice," a voice of relief spoke from somewhere around me. My eyes didn't stop its focus from daydream. I couldn't decipher who it was, nor did I care. I was shocked with myself that I didn't run before they could find me, knowing they would without caring. "Alice?" again, a voice that I didn't find appealing.
"What happened, Edward?" But Edward was quietly sifting through my memories that played on a loop, ones that I would never shake from my memory.
"It seems Jasper has left us," Edward spoke evenly.
"What?" Bella was confused; that wasn't the first time. Suddenly my best friend became more and more aggravating playing the dumb card constantly.
"Oh, Alice," Esme fell to my side, outstretching arms, inviting me in. I didn't stir. A simple hug was not going to make this all better. Something quick, a rip of a limb or two while Esme gets the fire ready, now that would—
"Alice, dear, everything will be all right," Esme's voice was quite tempting to believe and yet I couldn't bring myself to do that. I finally met eyes with my adoptive mother and my heart ached, my eyes burned, but no tears.
"Esme, for once," I murmured, my voice breaking. "I think you're wrong."
Jasper's Point of View
I just had to mentally shut myself off from emotions until I got over this feeble lovesick puppy-dog ache in my chest. I saved them; I saved her family, that's all I should be proud of. I could help this coven more than I could help the last. Could I handle this? Could I handle being so powerful in what I do? I had to pick and chose, had to set myself back in the mindset I had when I was with Maria. I couldn't become cocky; I had to be quietly powerful, charismatic, and attentive. If I posed a threat, I would be disposed of and never leave this alive, though I wasn't sure I'd be able to leave.
If I did leave, where would I go? To Maria, no doubt, never to Alice. She wouldn't forgive me or she would forgive me too easily that it would sicken me. How could I possibly face her without being utterly? Why was I thinking about this? No one leaves the Volturi; I gave myself up. I proved myself of being worthy enough to be apart of this coven, how could I possibly formulate an excuse to leave unless I did something wrong; but by that, I would be disposed of.
We ducked into the alleyway, down the masked drain and fluidly into the "Volturi Headquarters", so to speak. Glares weren't the only looks I received. I was competition, another being brought here for mere toy, but I could excel and get rid of the use of another. Jane kicked my heel and darted off ahead of me. "Keep up," she whispered as she passed and I picked up my pace, following easily.
Felix joined us on our walk, standing right beside Jane. "What is he doing here?"
"Drama in a small town in Washington," Jane amended.
"Ah, execution?" Felix asked readily. Jane shook her head annoyed.
"He decided to keep this one," she answered bitterly.
"Show Jasper his new room, will you, Jane?" Aro ordered quietly before slipping into another room, the door a crack open. Jane sighed and looked me once over in annoyance.
"We planned for four, you come back with one," Marcus muttered to Aro in the other room.
"The law claims him, the secret was exposed on his account, not on the others," Aro spoke quickly as I passed the room, following Jane, who was also eavesdropping. "To disturb Carlisle's family was out of the question, we are quite lucky we even managed to salvage this one."
"Emotion manipulator? Do we not have one of those already? How boring…" Caius spoke next.
"Dear, Caius, if you saw the match that our Jane and Jasper had, you would understand the complexity of his talent reaches far beyond making someone happy or sad," Aro amended. "He turned Jane's power over on her, nothing I've ever seen before…"
"Here," Jane's voice spoke next outside of my 'new room'. I sighed and nodded once. "They'll wish to see you soon, I'm sure. I'll be here to escort you." I took a step into the room, the walls, ceiling, floors were made of stone, and with each step I took marked a new sound that echoed in its emptiness. A vast, yet unnecessary bed laid cattycorner near the massive painting of the square just above our heads. A mahogany dresser was against the opposite wall along with an empty bookshelf. The door shut behind me and I sat at the very edge of the bed.
A pen and paper were immediately in my hands as I muddled through a letter I would never send.
My darling Alice,
To lie to you the way I had was an incredible challenge. For you to believe that my existence was not created for you and only you is unfathomable. You are a clever being; you should understand that my words were to protect you, to leave you with those who love you rather than to trap you in an eternal hell that you shall never escape.
Your destiny is set in stone; you shall stay with Carlisle and his family. You are incomplete without them and thereby empty. You will find happiness with them and I hope and pray that your love for me will end with time. For all that you've done for me, this is the least I could do for you. So long as you understand that your future does not belong with...
"They wish to see you now," Jane opened my door, gave me another glance over and sighed. "I'll wait outside your door." She shut the door behind her and I looked back down at the letter.
I am a distraction to you, my dear, never you a distraction to me. You have blessed my life with an atmosphere I never imagined possible. Ignore my ignorance and continue your journey.
I will forever adore you,
Jasper
A/N: Do you know Edward's handwriting font? That's what I used to write the letter and it made it so much more real. Those of you who have been saying, "This made me want to cry," well, I'm with you, but do you understand why I had to do this? The Volturi would not just pop in, say 'Oh, it's okay, Jasper, don't let it happen again,' and pop out.
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