Memo: I know, I know…I'm sorry for the delay in posting….it gets really hectic with holidays and school and stuff…If you are still demanding a formal apology, here it is: Dear Readers, I am sincerely sorry for updating my story so late in the month. There are times when I stay up at the computer, urging my hands to type faster than they already go (which is pretty fast). If you have lost faith in my ability to update, please, please believe in me. I will try very hard to have my later chapters up in a week and a half-at maximum….Again; I deeply regret that all of you had to wait to read this. Sincerely, Loveatfirstsite2….Is that better?

Disclaimer: Stephenie owns every character except Cyrus, Vanessa…also…IM OBSESSED WITH EDWARD…. Read and enjoy…

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ALICE POV

The whole atmosphere seemed more relaxed now that I knew Bella was safe. Well, not particularly safe-she was in the hands of the Volturi. The fact that she was alive made me able to resist answering the questions Jasper was shooting at me.

"Were you really not up to hunting Alice?" he questioned. "Or was it something else?" He emphasized the word else. I sighed and stared into his light yellow eyes, willing him to stop worrying.

"Jasper," I said, calmly. "I had hunted before the wedding and it wasn't necessary to kill more animals and hunt again; I decided to relax a bit. That's all. Don't you trust me?" He held my hand, tracing patterns around my palm.

"I trust you in that I know you went home. Although I am quite unsure if you are telling me all the reasons as to why you went home." He glanced up at me. "You can tell me anything Alice." A wave of calmness spread through my body, relaxing me.

"Jasper," I said, an irritated tone in my voice.

"Alice, please. I know something is bothering you. You know I wouldn't tell a soul." I laughed, holding his face.

"Of course I know you won't tell anyone. It's just…It's something that—that doesn't really attention to right now. Believe me, if it is that important, I would tell you." He frowned and looked down.

"Whatever you say," he murmured. This was not what I wanted to do to Jasper, I thought. He had the right to know about Bella…My mind wandered back to the day when Rosalie had told Edward Bella had died. Look how that had turned out! Edward had almost committed suicide believing what Rosalie had said. What if this all turned out to be a misunderstanding? What if I just thought this was a big deal, and it was really nothing at all? My conscience spoke back to me. Alice, this is a big deal; how much bigger could it be? There was no point in worrying Jasper. If the problem became worse, then he would know. Jasper looked up at me suddenly.

"I'm going for a walk." He leaned in and kissed me softly, getting up and walking out the door. He just needs some time alone, that's all; everything would get better soon...I hoped.

My feet led me to the window. The sun played behind the clouds-as usual-and it was pouring buckets of rain. A strange feeling overcame me suddenly; like a pulsing through my body. I could feel a premonition coming on. The room in front of me broke apart and then came back together in a misty scene.

The boy was standing on the steps leading to the white mansion of our house. He shook is short black hair and scrunched his nose, like he had tasted something utterly unpleasant. He sighed and stepped up to the door, knocking sharply twice. "It's for Bella," he muttered. "I need to know what happened."

The vision ended abruptly; the rainy scene breaking apart and returning to my room. I found myself staring out of the rainy window, thinking. I had recognized that boy-he was older, with a slightly determined look. His cropped black hair and rusty brown skin brought my thoughts to the day when I had come on a plane, looking for Bella. The smell of her at the time had been completely disgusting…the smell of a werewolf. What was his name? It had started with a J…Jack…no, it didn't sound right. How about John…no, it still seemed wrong. Jake…Jacob; yes, that was it…Jacob Black-part of the Black family on that Indian reserve. He was going to come to the house soon-why, I wasn't sure. I stood up and ran down the stairs, calling for Carlisle silently.

"Carlisle?" I called. He was in the living room, talking to Esme in a silent tone.

"Yes, Alice?" he asked.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He turned to look at Esme and she nodded, smiling.

"I'll leave you two to talk," she walked out of the room leaving me and Carlisle alone. Carlisle motioned for me to sit on the leather couch. I walked the short distance and sat, watching him.

"What is it Alice?" he asked.

"I just had a vision-of that Jacob Black kid on the reserve. He's coming to our house." Carlisle frowned and looked out of the window. "Why would he be coming here?" I questioned, wondering why someone who despised us would suddenly arrive on our doorstep.

"I can't be absolutely positive, but if I were to guess I'd say he was coming to find out where Bella is. I believe he was one of her close friends." I frowned. A werewolf coming to negotiate with a vampire; what seemed wrong with that picture?

"But why…" I suddenly realized what I had missed. Bella had said something to Jacob the day she was to leave for her honeymoon. I was in the living room at the time so I had only caught snippets of the conversation, trying not to invade her privacy. Bella had made a phone call to him before she left…telling him not to fight the man-assuming she was talking about the vampire that had come looking for her-. I remember her looking slightly flustered as she hung up-the phone conversation must have been cut short. It made sense that her Jacob friend would be wondering where she was.

"…well then...are we just going to wait for him to come?"

"If he was a friend of hers, I am quite sure he won't attempt fighting us," Carlisle said. "I think you would be the best person to deal with this Alice. Although I wouldn't tell him where exactly Bella is; a werewolf has a short temper-it would be best not to upset him. Try to say that Bella is fine without giving him too much information." I nodded.

"Hopefully he…" A sharp rapping at the door drowned out the rest of my sentence. I sighed. I heard the door open upstairs and Rosalie was by my side in a second.

"Let's see who the visitor is, shall we?" She ran to the door and pulled it open before I had the chance to stop her. Her perfect nose wrinkled and she stared with distaste at Jacob Black.

"Who are you," she sneered. He was about to say something to her but I intervened.

"Rosalie this is my friend, Jacob. I need a word with him if you don't mind." I flashed my eyes upstairs, indicating that she should leave. With one last look, she turned and walked up the stairs slowly, turning back and staring at him. I stepped outside and closed the door, turning to look at him.

"I don't enjoy having filthy bloodsuckers like you calling me their 'friends'" he growled. This didn't seem much like the person Bella would have liked. I decided not to insult him, but rather skip to the reason he was here.

"Well," I said, tightly. "I am slightly confused as to why you're here standing on my doorstep. You have questions I presume and if you want them answered I would stop the insults." His brow furrowed.

"You're the one who can see the future, so you must have known I was coming already." I frowned. Bella should choose her friends more carefully. This one seemed to know about our family…a little too much.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Answers," he snarled. "Don't think I'm not aware of your little plan. Bella doesn't want this life and you know it. You're forcing her to live in a house of demons; you're seducing her into believing you're all a nice family that doesn't hurt anyone…but I know better."

"I have no clue what you're talking about," I replied.

"No clue, do you," he sneered. "Ephraim Black. Ring a bell?" What was he getting at? I thought he was here to ask for Bella.

"No actually, it doesn't."

"My great grandfather-the last of the Quileute Indians. I always thought he had died a natural death, but then I learned that someone murdered him." I frowned. What was he trying to get at?

"And…" I said.

"I don't think you understand. Your family murdered my great grandfather," he accused.

"Murdered your great grandfather," I replied, incredulously. "We did no such…" he cut me off.

"You probably weren't involved, but your Cullen dad was." Carlisle? I knew him; he wouldn't murder a soul.

"Well," I said. "If you came here just to make accusations, then leave." I turned to go inside, but he stood in front of the doorway.

"That wasn't why I came."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Where's Bella?"

"On her honeymoon," I replied, a little too quickly.

"I don't believe that," he said. "She called me some weeks ago; something about not going to look for a man. You wouldn't know anything about that, now would you?" his eyebrows rose.

"No, I wouldn't." His body shook slightly and I realized that I should refrain from saying anything to make him angry…although insults were coming up in my mind whenever he said something particularly nasty.

"Look," he said, his voice steadily increasing. "I don't want Bella to have the same fate as my grandfather. So either you leave her alone or…"

"Or what? You're going to change into a big fuzzy wolf and come after me…I don't think so." Oh no, Alice. You really weren't supposed to say that. His body was shaking almost uncontrollably now, heaving back and forth.

"If that's what it takes then yes. I want to see Bella by next week or all hell will break loose…and I don't think Bella would be too happy when all her bloodsucker friends are dead." My hand was itching to hurt him, but my instincts told me to control my temper. He left in a second, leaving me standing on the doorstep, the rain pounding down on the cement. Funny how in one minute you can be perfectly happy and in the next, feel very much like you'd enjoy killing someone.

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BELLA POV

A feeling had been pulsing through me for the past couple of days…a sick, depressed feeling that lay in the pit of my stomach. When was I going to leave this place? Was this all a terrible dream that I would soon wake from? And then the most occurring question-where was Edward? It had been almost two weeks since I had I had left Forks and gone to Paris…one week that I had spent in Volterra. Again, I was left the damsel in distress and him the hero. That didn't really matter now…reality was crashing down on me. I couldn't expect him to risk his life for the umpteenth time…swooping down like Superman and carrying me off back to Forks. No, it was different…he wasn't coming back. Maybe in another fifty years it would be safe…but not now…with the Volturi at its highest level of power, how could I expect to be with him again? Reality Bella, reality. Was I even ready to face it? Was I ready to accept the fact that I would never see my precious Edward for decades? I sighed.

There was nothing better to do here then wallow in my own self pity. Cyrus was watching me like a hawk day and night. I had searched around for something to see my reflection in, but there was nothing available. No music to drown out my thoughts, no food, no sleep, no nothing. I couldn't imagine how Edward had survived.

"Bella?" A voice startled me out of my thoughts and I found that Aro had entered the room.

"Cyrus I need your area of expertise." Cyrus grinned and followed Aro out the door. Assuming I was supposed to go with them, I left too. He led me to the dim hallway outside of the reception area. Aro whispered something to Cyrus, quietly. Cyrus nodded and Aro left, leaving only the two of us.

"Have you been feeling a little strange over the past week Bella? A little sick to your stomach?" How would he know that? Was my depression that obvious? I decided to be truthful with him.

"Yes…why do you ask?"

"Because all the new vampires feel that way," he explained. "It's a sort of irritating feeling…its runs through our blood-theoretically speaking-if you know what I mean." I stared at him, not comprehending. It didn't seem right…was he talking about …

"You—you mean…I have to drink…"

"Yes. I've always found that the first sip of blood is the best out of all. Although I can't quite remember how my first drink tasted…but that's beside the point. Aro has told me to take you to our first batch of the week. Come along." He walked at a brisk pace, but I stood rooted to the spot. Our first batch...My mind shifted over to the months before…the lady with the cross…screaming…the man named Demetri who had asked the beautiful vampire with violet eyes to "save a few for him"…it was suddenly like my mind had turned ice cold…the people in there that had died to give them food.

I didn't realize Cyrus was calling my name. I really wasn't paying attention to anything. In a second everything around me was flying past my body at top speed. I had no idea where I was heading…no idea why I thought I could survive without blood…but I knew one thing…I would not, ever in my life, resort to drinking blood from humans…I would not turn into a monster. Before I could take in my surroundings, Cyrus was pulling me down and hissing in my ear.

"It's blood Bella. Every vampire needs it to survive. I am not going to ask Aro to fetch you some animals. You eat what we eat. End of story."

"Well," I whispered. "It looks like you're out of luck." Before I could register what I was doing, my hand inched forward. He flew across the hallway and landed with a crack on the floor. I gasped. What had happened? I hadn't even touched him, but he had flown back with such force. He got up slowly and stood, staring at me.

"Looks like you've finally figured out how to use your gift."

"My—my what?" I stammered.

"Your gift Bella. Didn't Aro ever tell you? You have the ability to move objects with your mind. You might know it as telekinesis. "

"Tela…my mind…moving???" Everything was happening so fast. I had made Cyrus fly fifty feet back without even touching him, he was telling me that I now had the gift to move things with my mind, and to top it all off-they were forcing me to drink blood from innocent people.

"I—I need to think…" I heard voices down the hall and saw a group of adults walking in, admiring the art on the walls; never knowing that this would be their fate.

"Bella, you can't put it off for long. Come with me…you'll get it over with quickly."

"No!" I screamed, running away from the hallway. I heard Cyrus mutter, "Oh well, you'll come running back to me soon." My legs carried me to the depths of my room. I crossed the short distance to the bed and flung myself upon it. I cried from frustration and confusion, but no salty tears slipped down my cheeks. Now more than ever I needed Edward. He was the only one that could explain all this to me. Without him, there was no light in the world.

"Edward," I sobbed. "Come back. Please come back…" I rest my head against the soft pillow and made a promise to myself. No matter what the Volturi tell me to do, I will go against it. They can't possibly force me to do something…not with this new power I have. They might let Edward come back…I sighed and turned over. I really should stop blaming this on others. I had no right to expect Edward to risk his life. Even the Volturi weren't worth blaming. It was I who deserved to be punished. Once again, I had managed to bring this all on myself. I should have told Edward that Paris was too much. I should have just stayed at Forks. I should have known that trouble always follows me around and that sometimes it can hurt others too. I was to blame and no one else. My body shifted and I lay there, thinking of all the new ways I could put my gift to use…

Hey all…hope you liked that…again, I'm sorry for the delay in posting this…for all you Jacob fans I hope u liked the segment w/ him and Alice…just had to include that…the bit about Ephraim Black, you will find more about in later chapters…I see a fight between the werewolves and vampires…eww, not so good…and for all you Edward fans (well, that's basically all of us) I'm sorry his POV didn't come up in this chapter…I was thinking about adding it, but I decided it would be too long…o and about Bella's power…I for one, think its quite cool…I would love to be able to do something like that…if yr a technical person, I guess is the word…and you're wondering what her power has in connection to her…I'm still thinking on that…also, if you've read about this power in any other story, don't think that I'm trying to mimic their story…I already had this in mind way before I even started typing it…one more thing…REVIEW…REVIEW…REVIEW…REVIEW…and last but not least…REVIEW!!!!

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