"So, what do you think about going on vacation for Christmas?"

"Really?" I asked.

My dad nodded. "Yeah, well your mom enjoyed our trip to Paris so much that I thought we could all go for Christmas. It's supposed to be beautiful around the holidays."

"Dad, I would love to go to Paris for Christmas!" I squealed happily.

He laughed and messed up my hair. "Well, good. You better get packing then."

"What?"

"Well, it is only a week until Christmas. Our flight is in tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" I gasped. Have you told mom yet?"

"Nope," Dad said casually. "I called the hospital though. Doctor Cullen is in on it, he has arranged for her to have to time off. I'm keeping it a surprise for her."

I grinned, "She'll love it."

"Glad you think so," he smiled. "Now, don't you have to be somewhere?"

"Yep!" I stood from where I had been sitting at the kitchen table and kissed my dad's cheek as I passed him. "See you later!"

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"I am so jealous!" Jessica whined. "I can't believe your dad sprung a surprise trip to Paris on you!"

It was lunch and I was sitting outside with Jess and Angela. It was cold but sunny today, meaning the Cullens weren't in school and the three of us were taking any chance to get some sun before the predicted snowfall. It was the last day of school before the Christmas holiday and I was very excited for the next day.

"I know!" I grinned. "I can't believe it either."

"You're so lucky," Angela sighed. "I'd love to go to Paris. Or anywhere really. I've never gone further than Seattle."

"Really?" I asked. Angela nodded. "Well, I guess I'll just have to bring you back something awesome then."

"I've never been anywhere, either!" Jess groaned. "Well, apart from that stupid family trip to Daytona Beach last summer. But it was not as glamourous as it's made out to be, unless you like tailgates and idiots driving up the beach. My mom was so freaked out she would barely let me leave the hotel room."

"That sucks," I said sympathetically. "Two awesome presents it is!" They laughed until Angela shivered when a breeze blew past. "Maybe we should go back inside now. The bell will go soon anyway." Just as I said that, the shrill scream of the afternoon bell sounded and we all groaned.

"Damn, I've got Calculus now!" Jess huffed. "Why do we even need that stuff?"

""You never know, Jess, one day you might want to be an accountant," I joked.

"Well, it's easy for you to joke about," she said. "You have Jasper to help you with your homework."

"My relationship with Jasper is not about homework," I laughed.

"I know that. "I just wish I had someone to help me with mine," she frowned. "Nobody here is interested in me."

I raised an eyebrow, sharing a look with Angela. We both knew the Mike Newton had a huge crush on Jessica. Not that she ever noticed since she was always too busy staring at Edward, even after he'd rejected her. Twice. I didn't blame him though; I don't think Jess would take the existence of vampires particularly well.

"You'll find someone, Jess," I told her.

She just shrugged and headed off to class, leaving Angela and I to follow quietly.

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Later that night I was packing my suitcase for the trip to Paris. There was a sudden breeze that blew my curtains slightly and I smiled, feeling cold hands resting gently on my waist. I turned, smiling at Jasper as he smirked down at me.

"Good evening, beautiful."

"Hi, Jazz," I blushed. He raised his left hand to rub his thumb over my cheek, admiring the pink flush there.

"Need some help?" he asked, nodding towards the pile of clothes on my bed.

"That's okay," I said. "I just have to fold them before I put them in the case. Shouldn't take too long." I blinked and, while Jasper appeared not to have moved an inch, I knew better once I turned back around. My suitcase was now fully packed and leaning against the wall near the door, a neat pile of folded clothes and even my toiletries, makeup and hair brush resting inside.

"You're right," Jasper grinned. "Not long at all."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "That's cheating."

"No," he said. "I just used my advantages."

"Cheater," I joked and he snorted, flashing to the bed and laying down after taking his shoes off. I was already in my pyjamas so I just climbed in beside him. I snuggled up to Jasper, his arms coming around me as they usually did. "How was your day?"

"It was fine. I went for a quick hunt with Emmett this morning then watched Alice and Edward play chess. It's quite entertaining, actually. Alice can always see Edward's next move, of course, but he can read her move as soon as she thinks it."

"I know," I told him. "I've seen them play chess, it's kind of boring. They just sort of stare at each other, like they're playing in their heads until one of them moves the winning piece." It was usually Alice and I rolled my eyes slightly at how competitive the Cullen 'kids' were. "I take it Alice had a vision about Paris?"

Jasper chuckled. "Oh, she told me about three weeks ago. I just didn't say anything because I thought you'd like to hear about it from your father."

"Why am I not surprised?" I asked, amused. It was quiet for a few minutes, Jasper contently playing with my long hair as I just cuddled into his chest. "I wish you were coming."

"To Paris?"

"Well, it is the city of love, after all. Besides, it will be weird being away from you."

"I know," Jasper agreed. "Bu we'll be fine."

"I know," I repeated. "It'll just be strange, not having you around every night. I've gotten used to sleeping next to you now."

"You can call me whenever you want, you know?" I could tell form his tone that he was amused.

"Well, maybe I'll just call Rosalie instead…" I teased.

Jasper mock gasped and immediately his fingers moved to my sides, tickling me. I squealed, trying to stay quiet so as not to alert my parents, but it was difficult to breathe because I was laughing so hard. "S-stop! Jazz, please!"

"Say you'll call me!"

I could on nod my head; I was laughing so hard that my laughs had actually become silent gasps. Finally, the tickle torture stopped and I managed to catch my breath.

"You are so dead."

"For over a century now, darlin'."

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"You've got your passport, sweetheart?" Dad checked.

"Yep, and my boarding pass is tucked into it," I assured him.

"Excellent." I hauled my suitcase out to the car where my dad was already shoving Mom's carry-on into the trunk. "I have no idea why your mother needs to take so much stuff. I mean, you only have one suitcase, right?"

"And my backpack," I said.

"What?"

"It's just got stuff to do on the plane. It's a ten hour flight, Dad."

"Right, okay," he sighed. "I didn't think about that."

I laughed. "I packed a book for you. The one you bought last week."

"Oh, thank you."

My mom finally came out of the house. "Right, I think that's everything. Are you ready, Davina?"

"Oui, Maman." Yes, Mom.

"Good, let's get going then." She practically skipped to car and I giggled at my dad's expression. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her as she flounced into her seat.

"Think she's excited?" I joked.

"Nah," he said sarcastically. "She hates Paris."

I snorted and hopped in the back seat while my dad closed the trunk and climbed in the driver's seat.

We were fifteen minutes away from Tacoma International Airport when it happened. One minute my mother was babbling excitedly about all the things she wanted to show me once we got to France and the next there was a blinding pain shooting up my right side. My ears were ringing and I couldn't sit up properly. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I realised that I was upside down. I groaned. Everything hurt. My head throbbed. I couldn't see straight. I drowsily looked towards my parents. My mother's face was covered in blood and I couldn't see my father. I tried to leaned forward but the seatbelt stopped me, along with the pain in my side. I eventually moved my left arm enough to grip my mother's shoulder. She didn't stir when I shook her.

"Mom?" Nothing.

"Maman? Est ce que ç ava?" Are you okay?

She still didn't respond.

I slowly pulled my hand back, reaching for the seatbelt that was keeping me in place. I unclicked it, falling heavily onto the roof of the car so that I was now the right way up. I gasped loudly at the sharpness the shot through my side and up my back. I couldn't move my legs properly so I shuffled on my stomach over to my mother. It was then that I realised three things.

As semi had hit our car.

My mother was dead.

My father had flown through the windscreen and was lying in the road. His eyes were open. He was dead too.

Someone was screaming and I suddenly realised that it was me. Just before everything went black, I heard the different sound of sirens.

All I could think of was that I wanted Jasper.