I know. I'm sorry. I'm suckish at updating. I'd say I'll update faster this time, but it'd probably be a lie.

The house was silent as I approached it. Nearly silent, anyway. Two heartbeats and two slow sets of breathing were all that marred the silence. They weren't talking, they weren't even moving, which surely wouldn't have been the case if they were engaged in…questionable activities.

I crept around to the back of the house, lithely leaped onto the porch and snuck up to the window, hoping to see what was going on. Just as I was about to peer into the window, Jacob spoke. "Bella?" He sounded worried. What was wrong?

Bella didn't answer. Silently, I stepped back off the porch, hoping Jacob wouldn't catch how strong my lingering scent at the back door was and know I was here. I backpedaled, far into the woods, as far as I could go but still hear the words being spoken.

"Did it again, didn't I?" Jacob pressed.

"Did what?" Bella asked listlessly. She sounded weary, exasperated…but mostly sad. I could hear how she was trying to hold back tears.

"Broke my promise. Sorry."

"'S'okay," she said, her voice sounding muffled, like she was hiding it in her hands. Or maybe she just felt ashamed at whatever had just happened. "I started it this time."

Maybe Jacob had tried to kiss her and she had resisted? Or the other way around? Maybe Jacob's promise had been not to push her to do anything she wasn't sure about. Maybe she had given some sort of sign, knowingly or unknowingly, and Jacob had responded with too much enthusiasm, and it was too much for Bella? Or maybe Jacob had stopped them, knowing that Bella was still having trouble getting over Edward, and too much at once would only intensify the betrayal she would obviously be feeling?

Either way, I thought with a pang of disappointment, Bella saying I started it this time meant I couldn't take off Jacob's head. I would uphold that part of my imaginary bargain with myself, at least. I wondered what Bella would do if she knew she had just saved the dog's life.

There was silence for a moment, and then, so smoothly I didn't notice it was happening, the scene in front of me dissolved and I was off, floating away to view someone else's future…

Rosalie, standing alone in Tanya's living room, a phone in her hand. She looked smug, a little troubled. She dialed a number, held the phone up to her ear, and waited while it rang. After a few moments, she hit a button - redial, maybe? - and listened again.

Who was she calling? Why was it so important that my mind had automatically focused on it with its full attention? She was staying in the same house as Carlisle, Jasper, and Esme, and that meant I could only think of one thing that would answer both questions - Edward. If Rosalie was calling Edward, something serious had happened. But why was she calling Edward first, not me, who might have seen something about it and was infinitely easier to reach?

Unless - but no, she couldn't be. Wouldn't be. She wouldn't be calling Edward because of what I had seen, or what I had thought I'd seen?

She couldn't be telling Edward Bella was dead!

But she must be.

"Oh, wow. Edward answered the phone. I feel so honored," Rosalie said in my vision.

Oh, Rose…

Even if it telling him over the phone was the right way, the only way, to tell Edward what she thought had happened - which it wasn't - how could she still be her usual snarky, sarcastic self? Wasn't she saddened at all by Bella's death? Didn't she have any idea of how Edward would take the news? And if she did, why wasn't she respecting that, instead of just acting like nothing serious was wrong? Hi, Edward - no, we're all fine here, but by the way, have you heard Bella died? She jumped off a cliff. But listen, I think I'm going to buy that new model Lamborghini, I've heard it's fantastic…

Evidently, Edward had hung up, because Rosalie pursed her lips, frowned, and redialed the phone again. She glared at herself in the mirror as she did so, then relaxed her face into a smile and smoothed her hair. Always so vain.

Still, Rosalie was my sister. I knew her better than anybody else, excepting Jasper of course. But I would say that I did know her better than anyone else in my family. And I knew that she didn't do emotional, that she didn't do sentimental, and the more she felt emotional and sentimental, the less she showed it. She wouldn't care about Bella's supposed death, but she definitely cared about Edward. Therefore she thought she was doing the right thing. I could understand what she was thinking, but that didn't mean I wasn't furious at her. Stupid, stupid…

"Get on with it," Edward said sharply over the phone. I didn't need to be a mind reader to hear he was about to hang up again.

Rosalie heard it too, and said all in a rush, "I just thought you would want to know that Alice is in Forks."

That dirty rat fink!

I smiled to myself at the thought of the old-fashioned expression. It was amazing what habits you picked up in a few lifetimes of high school, though of course no one used the term nowadays. I sounded like a little kid. And by the way, you're not my friend anymore!

My smile evaporated as the real anger swooped in to take its place. Was I wrong, then, about Rosalie's intentions in her phone call to Edward? Was she truly only calling him to rat me out? What could possibly be her motive behind that, what could she possibly gain? Edward would come racing back to Forks, with desire for my murder gleaming in his eyes. Jasper would, obviously, make Edward calm down before coming within miles of me, and then I would inform Edward, in very plain terms, exactly what an ass he was.

But that couldn't be Rosalie's motive, because she didn't care whether Edward and Bella got back together or not. Well, she did care. She'd much rather they wouldn't. As far as she was concerned, Bella's only redeeming quality was that she made Edward happy , and then she thought that was pointless because making him happy now would only make him sadder later. And she would almost sacrifice Edward's happiness just to never have to lay eyes on that little human face ever again.

Had I done something to upset Rosalie? I couldn't think of anything, unless she was mad I had rushed off to Forks, thereby choosing Bella over her. Or maybe she really was upset I had broken my word to Edward.

Or maybe her tattling to Edward was merely a prelude to her horrendous news. To get him all nice and angry before breaking his heart. That was just plain cruel.

Or maybe…and it was so obvious I felt like smacking myself on the forehead for not thinking of this before…maybe she was simply telling Edward what had happened. Jasper had told her what had happened and she was simply reporting it on to him.

I felt almost ashamed I had automatically assumed the worst of her, but she had done the selfish thing so many times I couldn't really feel guilty. Who even cared what I felt anymore?

"What?" Edward said to Rosalie over the phone, and it wasn't really a question. More of a placeholder, just something to say while his anger took control of him.

"You know how Alice is - thinks she knows everything. Like you." I stiffened angrily at this, but I had to admit she had a point. Too often I went on and on about what I had seen, when it wasn't accurate. Even when it wasn't about my visions, usually thought I was a hand above everyone else. It was subconscious, and I fought it down when I could, but it always wormed its way back to the top - I'm special, therefore, I'm better. Carlisle called it human nature.

Edward didn't answer.

"Are you still there, Edward?" Rosalie questioned, her voice so unsure I was almost convinced she was informing him of Bella's pseudo-death again. Rosalie was never unsure, especially when what she was doing was wrong.

Edward still didn't answer, but I was sure he was still there.

I searched for Edward's future of the same moment, so I could watch his perspective. Oftentimes, when I did this, it was hard to get the two in sync with each other, so the soundtrack played the same. It was also much harder to watch two things at once, but I decided in this case it would be much more efficient.

His face came into view in one half of my brain, while Rosalie's disgustingly beautiful one still dominated the other half. He looked awful. I didn't know if it was possible for the bags under his eyes to deepen, but they had. And it looked like he had lost weight, but I knew that too was impossible. His eyes were tortured, but for the first time in a long while they weren't empty, but filled with a black anger. Directed toward me.

I gulped. I had forgotten how intimidating, how almost scary Edward could be when he was angry.

"Edward? Don't you even care why Alice is there?"

She sounded just like a tattle-tale did when the person they were speaking to didn't respond with the proper enthusiasm. But Mommy, don't you want to know how many cookies Timmy took from the plate? Half of them! And they were for your book group, too!

"Not particularly". He spat out the words, inflectionless.

Well, of course he didn't. He didn't care about anything much, besides Bella, of course. And all that would matter to him was that I had gone. He didn't want to stop to listen to explanations or reasons.

But of course Rosalie told him anyway, as gossips do. "Well, of course, she's not exactly breaking the rules. You only warned us to stay away from Bella. The rest of Forks doesn't matter."

Oh, God. She was telling him about Bella's death.

How could she? And, a better question, why hadn't Jasper told them all? He had been at home, why hadn't he?

"So you don't need to be mad at Alice," Rosalie said, and I felt shock that mirrored what I saw in Edward's eyes in my dual visions.

If she wasn't calling just to get me in trouble, what was her motive, then?

"Then why did you call me, Rosalie, if not to get Alice in trouble? Why are you bothering me?" A sound of disgust registered in his voice. I looked forward to Rosalie's response just as much as Edward did.

Wait! That's not why I called, she said quickly.

"Then tell me quickly and leave me alone", Edward said wearily. The anger in his eyes was already fading. He just didn't care enough to be interested in anything for any period of time.

"Well," she said, hesitating. Edward made an impatient gesture with the phone in his hand. The phone's sides started to cave in a little in his grip.

"Spit it out. You have ten seconds," Edward said darkly, sick of the whole conversation.

I leaned forward involuntarily.

"I think you should come home," Rosalie said quickly, desperate to take the conversation to its end. "I'm tired of Esme grieving and Carlisle never laughing. You should be ashamed at what you've done to them. Emmett misses you all the time and it's getting on my nerves. You have a family. Now grow up and think about someone besides yourself."

Her advice, none-too-kindly given, reeked of hypocrisy. Was she not listening to herself? I'm tired…it's annoying… Was she trying to sympathize with Esme, cheer up Emmett? No, she was complaining about how her husband's grief was annoying.

And another thing. Was this truly Rosalie's only reason for calling? To beg Edward to come home. I hadn't known she had wanted him to come home badly enough to call him. Even though I was angry beyond belief at her, I still felt just a bit guilty. We were, after all, a family. Families helped each other. I - all of us - had let Rosalie down.

Or was this only a prelude to her other news? Trying to convince him to come home before telling him what had happened. Maybe, if he said yes, which of course wouldn't happen, she wouldn't tell him what she thought she knew. She'd wait for him to come, so she could tell him in person. In which case I would be there to tell them what I knew.

Or…maybe Jasper really had told them all, and she was only using Bella's would-be death to lure back to his family.

It was all so confusing. It wasn't helped by the fact that Rosalie's decisions were backed by motives that could only be guessed at.

"Interesting advice, Rosalie," Edward said, his thinking once again among the same lines as my own. Let me tell you a little story about a pot and a kettle…

"I am thinking about them, unlike you," Rosalie said sharply. And she was, in a way. I could see where she was coming from, but it was overshadowed by her selfishness. "Don't you care how much you've hurt Esme, if no one else? She loves you more than the rest of us, and you know that. Come home."

She waited for Edward to respond, but when he didn't, she pressed on. "I thought once this whole Forks thing was finished, you would get over it."

If Edward had even been considering coming back, she had just ruined it with her callous words. She knew as well as I did that Forks itself had nothing to do with anything.

"Forks was never the problem, Rosalie. Just because Bella has moved to Florida, it doesn't mean that I - look, Rosalie, I really am sorry, but trust me, it wouldn't make anyone any happier if I was there."

Rosalie looked uncomfortable. Edward looked exhausted.

It was an interesting conclusion for Edward to come to. Maybe he was under such delusions about Bella's safety he was unable to think of anything other than a move that would separate her from Forks.

Rosalie shifted her weight, backwards and forward. "Um…"

"What is it you're not telling me, Rosalie? Is Esme all right? Is Carlisle-"

"They're fine. It's just, well, I didn't say Bella had moved."

I had to hand it to Edward. Even in his subdued, depressed state, he was still remarkably selfless, whatever he said.

I could almost see the gears in his head turning, rewinding to the exact words she had used. He was coming up with nothing…

Rosalie didn't wait for him to come up with some other ludicrous theory, and I wanted to close my eyes in horror at what she was about to say, but of course they were already closed and even that wouldn't chase away the nightmare inside my head…

"They didn't want to tell you, but I think that's stupid. The quicker you get over this, the sooner things can go back to normal .Why let you mope around the dark corners of the world when there's no need for it. You can come home now. We can be a family again. It's over."

I could see him, trying to work out what she was meaning. It was intensely hard for him. Something clicked, and his mouth made a sharp o of horror. Or maybe he had just finally realized that Bella was not okay. Maybe he just wasn't able to comprehend this horrific eventuality.

My latter theory was proved correct when Rosalie said his name and he said, "I don't understand what you are saying, Rosalie."

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the heart she was about to break.

"She's dead, Edward. I'm sorry. I think you have a right to know, though. Bella…threw herself off a cliff two days ago. Alice saw it, but it was too late to do anything.I think she would have helped, though, broken her word if there had been time. She went back to do what she could for know how she's always cared for him. And I really am sorry, Edward, but…Edward?"

It took her a second to realize he had disconnected.

She hung up the phone slowly, pulling on a chunk of her hair, lips pursed, looking almost sad for a moment. I backed myself out of the vision with disgust and focused my whole self on Edward.

He stared at nothing for a long moment, his eyes worse than I had ever seen them before. It made my heart ache just to look at him.

After a long time, he pulled the phone out of his pocket again and dialed a number slowly.

The phone rang inside the house.

What was he doing? I bolted for the door, jumping back to the present for maximum speed.

The word Wait! was on my lips as I burst through the door, vaulting myself back into my mind to make sure he was still there - but it was too late. Edward had gone. I saw him holding the phone in his hand, looking at it as if he had never seen anything like it before, like he was unsure what to do with it.

I whipped out my phone, called his phone.

No answer.

I called again, desperate. He had to pick up, he had to.

Nothing. Of course not. His phone was off.

My vision of him was faulty, erratic now. Flickers of this, flickers of that, but nothing definite. I tried, so hard to get something, but there was nothing to see. He hadn't decided. Not until, a minute or two later…

No. No, he couldn't.

"I want to die."

No, no, no.

The Volturi. How could he?

"Please, just kill me. Please."

And then the vision went blank.

TSTSGRP.

There. Figure out what it stands for and you win a tube of toothpaste.

Also - sorry about the chapter name. I asked my little brother what I should call it and that's what he came up with.