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APOV

When Jasper told me what had happened to his mother, I felt faint. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't for some reason. It just wouldn't come out of my mouth. Jasper, noticing, took me in his arms and held me steady. "Are you okay?" he asked me.

I nodded meekly. "Yeah," I said shakily. "It's just…kind of a shock, you know?" Jasper nodded.

"I know," he agreed. "But now I know what happened to my mother!"

"Katilynn," I said involuntarily.

"Yes," said Jasper.

"That's a pretty name," I said thoughtfully, trying it on for size. Katilynn Whitlock…

A soft knock came from outside. It was Carlisle, looking somber. "Esme had an…accident. She tried to kill herself."

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"Esme!" I cried in shock. She was in a bed, her wrists bandaged and her face still flecked with blood.

"Please," she begged. "I want to be with my son!"

"Your son's in a better place," Edward assured her. "Just like my mom is."

"No! You don't understand! It's a mother's worst nightmare to outlive her child! And now he's gone! My baby is gone!"

"Shh…" Edward said quietly. "Calm down. It's all over now."

"But it's not all over now! Derek is still dead!"

"And I'm sorry for that," said Edward. "Please, Esme, go to sleep." She stared at him coldly for a few moments before doing as he asked and closing her eyes.

We all filed out of the room quietly, making sure to remove any sharp objects this time.

"We need to take her away," Carlisle murmured. "She's so sad here. We need to take her away from Forks."

"You mean…split up?" Edward looked incredulous.

"No, no…"

"I wanna raise my babies here!" I cried all of a sudden. Everyone looked at me for a moment, then, blaming the hormones, they ignored my outburst and Carlisle continued.

"We're not moving. We're just going on vacation. It'll help get our minds off things."

"But Carlisle," I gasped. "There's so much to do in preparation! The nurseries aren't finished yet! We need to build the cribs and baby-proof the rest of the house! And we need to buy their wardrobe! They've got no clothes yet! And there's the wedding, too! How are Jasper and I supposed to get married before the babies come?"

"Relax, Alice," said Carlisle calmly. "There will be plenty of time for that. Right now we need to focus on clearing our heads. We've all been through a terrible ordeal and we need to sort our heads."

"Where are we going?" Rosalie asked at last.

"Um…" Carlisle flushed. "I…bought an island."

"You what?!" Edward cried.

"I called it…Isle Esme," said Carlisle dreamily. Edward sighed, rolled his eyes, and put his hand to his forehead.

"When are we leaving?" Rosalie asked sharply, to change the subject.

"This Saturday. I've invited Emmett and Bella as well. They have accepted and agreed to accompany us on our voyage."

"Carlisle, don't use fancy talk," said Edward with another sigh. "I mean…it's just not necessary. You sound as articulate as Peter and Charlotte's note."

JPOV

I froze. "What?"

"You read that thing, didn't you? They called Carlisle Dr. C. Cullen!"

"They were trying to be professional," I said stiffly.

"Look, I'll be right back," said Edward. Sure enough, he was back in under a minute with the note Charlotte and Peter had written. "While we are very thankful for such an invitation, we have both decided to decline. Who says that?"

"When you're writing a note, sometimes you get stiff," I said tightly.

Edward's eyes scanned the note, looking for articulate words. "Alright, look here. We are both fully aware that our education will be sacrificed by this choice… Sacrificed? They're making it sound like it's being…slain or something."

"That's ridiculous," I said, still stunned by the claim that anything Charlotte and Peter did was articulate. "People use that word all the time."

"Okay," said Edward. "Do people use the word… annihilate?"

"What?" my head shot up to look at him. "They didn't use that word."

"Yes they did. It says: Tell Jasper that we shall not annihilate our love for him, and that he is welcome to accompany us whenever he desires, and that all he has to do is…" Edward squinted at the page in confusion.

"What?" I asked him. "What does it say?"

"It didn't say this before," he noted.

"Yeah, I know that. What does it say now?"

"It's completely changed! It says…"

Dear Mr. Edward A. Mason,
If you are reading this letter, it means that you have finally figured out your gift. Who knew the dear Mary A. Brandon would be such a magnet for these things? Don't worry; Peter and Charlotte are fine and in my care. They really did want to leave here, but they weren't counting on where they were going. They shouldn't have been so foolish; I would have thought I'd raised them better than that.
But before you begin to worry about Peter and Charlotte, first I'd give your friend, Mr. McCarty a call. His sister is having some medical troubles, and I thought I'd tell you.
You're all in this now, whether you like it or not.
-Maria
P.S. Tell Jasper that he is welcome whenever he wishes to accompany us.

We were all frozen for a moment, until finally Rosalie said, "Call Emmett. Now."

Edward fumbled to open his cell phone and call his best friend.

APOV

It was only then that the vision flashed in front of my eyes. A little girl that looked about eight years old was in a hospital bed, unconscious and dying.

I opened my eyes and saw Edward's worried, panicked face as he waited for Emmett to pick up. He put it on speaker phone so we could all talk to him.

"Hello?" Emmett's voice sounded hoarse and weak. It sent shivers down my spine.

"Emmett? Are you okay?" Rosalie asked quickly.

"Oh–sure. Sure. I'm fine. Why?"
"What about your sister?" Jasper asked, not letting anybody answer the question. No one was going to, anyway.

"My sister? She's fine. Rose, is Jasper with you?"

"We're all here," said Rosalie. "We got a note from Maria."

In the background we heard the scream of a little girl. "Gwenyth!" Emmett cried. We heard footsteps and then, "Gwenyth! Are you okay? Speak to me! Speak, dammit!"

"Emmett, what happened?" Carlisle asked.

"She's having a seizure! Call 911!"

As Edward ran off to find another phone–he was the fastest–Jasper said weakly, "I think I found out what Emmett's sister's name was."

JPOV

The hospital was white and sterile, just as I remembered. It gave me a slight sickening feeling, but remembering the triplets brightened it up–just a tiny bit. I had a feeling that after seeing Gwenyth, any good feelings I had about the hospital would be gone forever.

I was right.

She truly was a lot like Emmett, with his same eyes, nose, and mouth, but she had a different chin and cheekbones, and of course she was smaller–and female. Emmett was sitting in a chair next to her bed, and he looked absolutely destroyed. There were bags under his eyes, and he looked shocked.

"I thought all of this had stopped," he murmured after we walked in. "She was doing so well…" He looked up at us, and I saw tears in his eyes. "I didn't want you to pity me."

Part of me wanted to say, "Don't worry; I don't," but of course I didn't say that. That would have been cruel–a Maria thing to say–and besides, he looked miserable. And besides, I sort of did pity him.

"It'll be okay," said Carlisle. "Gwenyth is very brave. She'll get through this."

"She always does," Emmett gave a half-smile. But it disappeared too soon. He looked up at Carlisle. "But what if this one's different? Gwenyth's all I have left."

"Don't I count?" Edward butted in, trying to bring some Emmett-like humor to the situation. Emmett rolled his eyes.

"My offer's still wide open, you know, Emmett," said Carlisle quietly. Emmett nodded.

"I know," he said, his eyebrows furrowed. Then he looked up at me. "You said Maria left you a note?"

"What makes you think it was for him?" Rosalie protested.

"Because he's her son."

I stiffened, and immediately Emmett realized his mistake. "I didn't mean…"

"I am not her son," I growled. "I will never be her son."

"I'm sorry," said Emmett, looking a little panicked. "Just…what did she say?"

"Actually, the note was for me," said Edward. Emmett's eyes darted to him. "She told me that Peter and Charlotte were with her, and that this wasn't just about Jasper anymore." He looked at me, as did Emmett, Rosalie, Carlisle, and Alice, though Alice's gaze was sympathetic and fearful. "She said this was about all of us, whether we wanted it to be or not."

"Oh, and to call you," I added quietly.

Emmett's eyes widened. "Was she responsible for Gwenny?" he gasped. "Did she…?" He looked at his sister, who sucked in a shaky breath. "I'm going to kill her. I swear I will."

"No, Emmett, you won't," said Carlisle calmly. He looked up at him, enraged. "Rosalie and Jasper already called dibs. As did I."

"Rosalie…" Emmett whispered, and then looked at her. "What did she do to you? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, I'm not hurt," said Rosalie. "Just…" I could tell she was having a hard time getting it out, so I said,

"She killed her parents."

Emmett put his head in his hands. "I hate this," he cried, his voice muffled. "I wish none of this had ever happened!"

Everyone was silent after that. Throughout the room, I could sense that most people agreed with him–Carlisle and Edward and Bella. But I could see that Rosalie, while mostly wishing to agree, knew that all that had happened was worth it–somehow. Alice knew it as well; she didn't have to be part of our discussion earlier that day to know.

Finally, Rosalie said at last, "Good luck, Gwenyth."

APOV

In my room that night I discovered a note. I was surprised, but not that surprised. I could see this coming, even without the visions.

Alice,
I heard about your triplets. Congratulations.
Just remember, nothing lasts forever.
-Maria

JPOV

Jasper,
You now know what happened to your mother. You were so much like her, you know–you had her fear, her common sense, her lack of attention, her repel against other people. You have your father's courage, his charisma, and his looks. These things brought you both up and down in the past eighteen years.
Before you begin pointing fingers at me, just know that Katilynn was my friend–my best friend. There's so much more to this story than even you can comprehend.
This does not mean I am weak, however, and you can count on the fact that my revenge will be carried out. But I am a woman of her word–I always carry out people's last requests, if I can, and Katilynn's is no different. Take the necklace, and do with it what you wish.
By the way, congratulations on your triplets, Jasper.
-Maria

There you go! Sorry; I'm two days late. My sister dragged me to my grandparents' house–again–and fanfiction had an error when I finished this chapter.

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