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Jasper: Um no.

Me: Yes *Jasper uses powers to woo me* I mean, uhm, no. Noooo.

Jasper: Ha! I WIN!

I glided off the plane gracefully, the smell of the Seattle rain greeting me. I breathed in gratefully, happy to be away from the tempting smell of humans. As I climbed in a cab, I saw many people staring at me, obviously stunned by my beauty. I scoffed in annyoance and told the driver where my destination was. Then I told him to step on it.

Pulling my legs up to my chest and sighing, I realized how stupid I had been. To think that Charlie and Evie could actually accept me so easily. That I could actually become part of a family that easily again. I huffed, thinking of Evie's piting eyes. She didn't know anything about me. Neither did Charlie. It made me feel guilty, that he hardly knew me anymore. And I knew it was my fault. I had never tried to connect or communicate with him. Within ten years after Charlie had changed, I left him. I left him. What kind of daughter was I, leaving her own father when he needed her most? It made me sick. I was a horrible person.

The cab lurched to a stop and I almost fell out of my seat, steadying myself carefully. I thanked and paid the driver, stepping out and pulling up my jacket hood. Then the cab was gone, splashing me as it sped away. I scowled and turned to see where exactly he had dropped me off. I had told him Port Angeles, but I hadn't exactly told him where. A resteraunt was what I was looking at, and as I stared at it, I realized that it was familiar. I stared at it intensely, digging through my mind as to why this resteraunt would be familiar. Slowly, a dim human memory was brought to mind.

Ah. Damn.

Fate really hated me.

I looked up and winced at the sign. La Bella Italia.

Dammit.

The memories started.

"You can trust me, you know," I murmured. I reached forward, without thinking, to touch his folded hands, but he slid them away minutely, and I pulled my hand back.

"I don't know if I have a choice anymore." His voice was almost a whisper. "I was wrong - you're much more observant than I gave you credit for."

"I thought you were always right."

"I used to be." He shook his head again. "I was wrong about you on one other thing, as well. You're not a magnet for accidents - that's not a broad enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble*. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you."

"And you put yourself into that category?" I guessed.

His face turned cold, expressionless. "Unequivocally."

I streched my across the table again - ignoring him when he pulled back slightly one more - to touch the back of his hand shyly with my fingertips. His skin was cold and hard, like a stone.

"Thank you." My voice was fervent with gratitude. "That's twice now."

His face softened. "Let's not try for three, agreed?"

Too much. My brain was on overload, trying to rid itself of the painful images. I was gone in the blink of an eye, racing toward the forest and not caring who saw me. I had to get away. I gasped as my body spasmed in pain. I collapsed, the weight of everything crashing down on me. Never in my existence had I wanted to kill myself so badly than then. I clawed the ground, trying to get back to my feet. I had to stay . . . strong . . .

I arched my back, my mouth opening in a silent scream. My body suddenly went numb, and then it went dark.

APOV

I gasped as I came out of the vision, my grip automatically tightening on whatever I had my arms around. Edward shifted as I took in a ragged breath, and pulled away from my arms. My lips trembled and two words stumbled out.

"She . . . hurt . . . "

I shivered as the picture was pulled up in my mind again. I shoved it away and Edward gripped my shoulders gently. I twisted away, getting on my knees and hands. I coughed and retched, but was pleased to see that nothing came up. I shifted and Edward caught my shivering body. I tried to pull away, my mind in denial. It wasn't possible. It wasn't possible. It wasn't possible.

"What's not possible?" He whispered.

"N-not . . . possible. She . . . hmm . . . " I trailed off, sounding crazy. Get a grip, Alice. Get. A. Grip.

I backed into the only safe place I knew; my mind.

I wasn't aware of my outer surroundings, only those of my mind. Stay strong. You can get through this. I pulled up the vision again wincing as I watched.

I was watching a female vampire run. She ran fastly, her mahogany hair flying out behind her as she ran. She sucked in a breath as her body stopped and started to quake. She suddenly fell, sobs wracking at her body as she clawed the ground. She cried out in pain repeatedly, finally flipping over and arching her back. Her lips formed a perfect circle as a silent scream escaped her lips. Then it was over. Her body collapsed to the ground, her eyes falling close and a peaceful expression falling on her face.

Not possible.

The girl looked exactly like Bella.

But she was a vampire.

Bella was a vampire.

No.

It wasn't possible. I had seen her death. If Edward found out . . .

Edward wouldn't find out. He couldn't. He was just healing. If he got so much of a glimmer of hope and it turned out to be fake, it would destroy him. He was just starting to heal. I couldn't let that happen to him. I wouldn't. Even though I yearned to, I knew in the end it would only destroy him. Because I knew that it wasn't her.
It just wasn't possible.

The thought made me want to laugh. Since when had being a vampire become impossible? I sobered as I remembered that days when I had believed that anything was possible. When Bella was with us. That was when I still had hope. Still had faith that everything would work out. Everything was perfect then. Edward had found his mate, and he was content being in Forks with us. Never had my life been so accurate to my visions. It was the perfect vision, everything falling in place.

And then Bella broke him.

She broke his heart after her birthday. I didn't blame her, none of us did. There was no blame. Except for Jasper. He was always blaming himself. But we all knew he wasn't at fault. Edward had warned us that Bella was withdrawing from him, and that we should prepare to leave. And when he told us that she didn't want to see any of us, it made me feel like a monster. For the first time in my entire existence, I regretted who I was. That was when I started to feel the guilt. I stayed in my room for days, wallowing in my sorrow. If I hadn't thrown the party, then this would have never happened. Then Bella wouldn't hate me. Wouldn't hate us. Jasper stayed with me the entire time, holding me while I sobbed. I think that the only one who felt guiltier than me was Edward. I remember Jasper telling me that one night as I cried.

So we left. And I promised Edward that I wouldn't look into her future. It was the most single hardest thing I had ever done. We argued for days; I should have had the right to make sure my best friend was alive. Then Edward informed me in a monotone voice that I was no longer her best friend. That she didn't want me. I had slapped him and Jasper and Emmett had taken him outside to tell him off. Esme just held me and Carlisle sighed, obviously horrified at what his family had become. There was only one person who stood beside Edward.

Rosalie.

She had agreed, saying that whatever had made her see that Edward wasn't good for her was a miracle. It was good for all of us, she had said. We were finally rid of the human pet that Edward had become so fond of. I had attacked her then, and only Jasper could keep me off her. Edward left after that. Emmett and Rosalie went to one of their many homes and Jasper and I stayed with Esme and Carlisle. Everything was wrong.

Our family had fallen apart.

Over the years, we slowly began to heal together. None of us would ever heal completely, but we began to forgive each other. And ourselves. Ever so slowly, our family started to rebuild. There would always be a spot missing from our hearts, and nobody would ever replace her. She was unique.

With my mind at peace, I could feel myself start to awake from whatever trance I had gone into. I quickly blocked my mind and then my eyes snapped open, meeting a pair of amber eyes that I loved so much.

"Jazz," I sighed, closing my eyes again. "I love you, Jasper." He let out a ragged breath and leaned down to kiss my forehead. He buried his face in my short locks, breathing in my scent shakily.

"God, Alice. I was so scared. Don't you ever scare me like that again, you hear?" He cried frantically, pulling me impossibly closer. I nodded and pressed my lips to his jugular. I carefully pulled myself up, keeping Jasper's arms secured around me. I looked around and frowned, eyes flitting about.

"Where am I?" I asked softly.

"At home. Do you not remember?" He whispered against my hair. I shook my head. "After you went into . . . after you became unresponsive, Edward called me in a frenzy. I came over, thinking I could break whatever trance you were in, but you wouldn't wake up. So Edward went to get Carlisle and I raced you home. Carlisle said that he imagined that you were in shock, and that your mind was just sorting out everything. He said there was nothing we could do but wait."

"Where's Edward?" I said fearfully. What if he had heard my thoughts while I was in the state of shock?

"At the cemetary. Rosalie stayed with him."

"Oh."

Jasper drew in a ragged breath and I wrapped him tightly in my arms. I shifted so I was laying beneath him and his head was resting on my chest, right where my heart should be beating. Our legs were a tangled mess and I ran a hand through his golden curls repeatedly, knowing it calmed him when I did it. I placed a kiss on his head and he darted, locking me in his arms and resting his forehead again mine. Our noses rubbed affectionately and I closed my eyes.

"Promise me," He whimpered. "Please. I can't lose you Alice. You're my everything. If you go . . . " A soft sob escaped his chest and I echoed. If he was hurting, then so was I. We were one soul, only in two bodies. He was my soulmate. He got me when no one did. He love me for me. He loved me.

"I'm never going to leave you, Major." I whispered. "I don't know if you remember, but I wait a *very* long time for you." I could feel his smile on my own lips and then they crashed into mine. I kissed him with a passion that would only ever be for him, our stone lips holding their shape, but seeming to fit together perfectly. I tried to pull him even closer than we were, but it was impossible. His body covered my petite form and I stroked my toes against his shins. His hands enclosed me in an iron grip and my own hands found his hair, giving a slight tug. He growled and I couldn't help but purr back. I loved when he did that.

"Oh, give it a rest!" A booming voice shouted. "Get a room." Jasper sighed and pulled away, huffing and letting his head fall into my neck.

"Go away, Emmett," He groaned.

"Nope," Emmett replied, popping the 'p'. "Mummy dearest sent me to check on the little pixie. But I see you're checking her out yourself." He made a grossed out face and I reached behind me to grab a pillow and chucked it at him, narrowly missing his face. I tried to sit up, but found that the couch was too small for me to move without me falling off the couch. Jasper adjusted our positions quickly, so we were both sitting up and I was sitting between his legs.

"So, what exactly did happen?" Jasper asked, arms wrapping around me.

"I . . . " I was lost for words. "I-I don't remember." I stammered a lie. It was so easy to lie. Now all I had to do was convince Edward without slipping up in my thoughts. I froze suddenly, my hands turning into claws as another vision wanted to break through to my mind.

"Alice." Jasper sat up immediately, turning me around to face him.

"I can't . . . it's too strong . . ." He cupped my face in his hands, and I met his calm amber eyes.

"Stay with me, Al. It'll be alright, darlin'." But his voice was fading already. I whimpered as Jasper faded from my vision, clasping my hands over his to remind myself that he was still here. Then I was somewhere else.

The lighting was dim in the bar, but I could see who I wanted to go to perfectly. She was sitting in the farthest corner from me, sitting alone and sipping on a Coke. I saw myself walk up to her, Edward sulking behind me. I shoved him back, knowing that he would scare her. I proceeded to skip to her table, sliding into the seat across from her. She looked up, startled, and her eyes instantly narrowed.

"Vampire." Her voice was soft, but I could still hear it. I gave her one of my best smile and she shifted, leaning as far away from me as she could.

"Hi!" My voice was bright and cheerful as I greeted her.

"Hey," She said cautiously. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

I ran my fingers through my hair and looked around, before waving Edward over. She became even more suspicious after that. Edward sat down and I turned back to the girl.

"Here's the deal, Kaitynn," She stiffened as I said her name. "We need you to tell us everything you know about the Tiger."

I opened my eyes and found myself alone, on the couch. I sucked in a breath and only murmured one thing.

"Kaitlynn."

BPOV

I groaned as I came to, my body stiff and unresponsive from the hours of not moving. If that was possible. I bit my lip and frowned. Licking my lip, I tasted raindrops and dirt. Damn, I had been rained on. My clothes were soaked as well. I stood, attempted to ring out my soaked and dirty hair. Finally giving up, I started on my way again. Charlie and Evie weren't supposed to come back until tomorrow. But, given the circumstances, I wouldn't be surprised if they came home early. I dodged a tree and jumped over a giant log, landing on my knees. I got up quickly and pushed my legs as fast as they could go. Then the old white house came into view.

I didn't bother with the front door, shoving the guest room window open and crawling inside. I gathered what little things I had in my bag, but left all the clothes that Evie had given me. I didn't want to take what had her scent on it. It would just remind me of her. Cue growl.

"Dammit! She doesn't even fucking know me!" I snarled. I only ever swore when I was really . . . really insanely furious. I hesitated before throwing all my stuff in the Vanquish.

Then I ran inside, checking for anything I had left in all the rooms. I stopped at my old room, biting my lip painfully. I took in a deep breath before gently shoving the door open. The room was undisturbed, everything in its place. I wanted to move forward, but my feet were glued to the floor. This wasn't right.

But it was.

This was all mine. Every. Single. Thing. My books, my clothes, my bed, everything. It would forever be mine. I might have changed a little in the past years, but that didn't change my hold on my things. Mine. With this revelation in mind, I suddenly gained the strength to take a step inside my room. Just being in it brought back dull human memories, and I smiled, letting them flow through my mind quickly. The good old days. Then, with unimaginable speed and caution, I boxed up every single thing in the room. I even managed to fit my bed and computer in the Vanquish. I was good at packing. I came back to the room, smiling at how empty it was. I was moving on now. My human life would be remembered, but it was long gone now.

I sat in the driveway for a few moments before starting the Vanquish, rolling down my window and pulling out my phone. I pushed speed dial number two and waited.

"Hello?" Her voice was soft and quiet.

"Hi." I answered shyly.

"How are you?" She yawned and I chuckled.

"I'm guessing you haven't had your daily dose of caffine?" I tried an attempt at a lame joke, but I knew she could see right through it.

"What's up, Bella?"

"Why can't I just call my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Sheila?" I went for innocent.

"As flattered as I am, do not lie to me, dammit. You know that I can't stand it." I felt bad instantly at how upset she was.

"I just," My voice faltered. "I'm having a hard time. And I . . . Evie's been attacking me for my diet." I blurted and bit my lip, slapping my forehead. Which is a very tricky thing to do while driving.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up. Like, literally?" She shouted. "Damn. I'm going to have to come and teach her a lesson." I managed a laugh and shook my head.

"Do I have to remind you once again that you're not -" I stopped, and snarled loudly as the scent wafted in through my window. I slammed the brakes, making them squeal in protest.

"Bella?" Sheila's voice was terrified on the end. "Is everything all right? Do I need to call Xavier?"

"Dammit," I growled.

"What?" She all but screamed.

My lip lifted in disgust as I spoke.

"Vampires."

Ooooh.. A lot of interesting unknown people in this chapter. Like Kaitlynn and Xavier? And Sheila..but sheshe21 will know. ;) Next chapter...the Cullens and The Tiger(aka Bella) Meet! So, last chance to take my poll to see who Bella first introduces herself as! Go take it! After you review, though!

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