So sorry it has taken me so long to update! School has been so hectice. I don't know if I'll be able to update again until next weekend either! I deeply apologize, but finals take so much time!

Anyways, thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers! I'm not sure how this chapter is, I whipped it out fairly quickly and haven't had the time to review it, so I'm really sorry for any spelling or gramatical errors there might be. I was just so anxious to post a new chapter before the last week of school started. So I hope you all enjoy, and please review to let me know what you think! I love hearing from you all!

Also, I'm trying a different POV this time, I tried writing it from Jacobs, but it just didn't seem to fit. So let me know how you think I did. Was it true to her character?


Alice's POV

We were lost. Not in the sense that we didn't know where we were, but rather a brief, but heavy, rainstorm had erased the earth of all scent of those we were tracking. We had been wandering in circles for hours in god-knows-where Montana; I only knew this because of the ominously looming Rocky Mountains.

I had left with Carlisle as soon as he had come home from work, which was, amazingly enough, two nights ago. Rosalie had stayed to wait for Emmett and Esme, and fill them in on what had occurred. Worry was eating away at my heart; I could tell it was gnawing on Carlisle as well. I had had no important new visions, every time one started it grew faded and elusive, and I could only hope that meant they were with Bella. One of my foresights had begun with an angry looking Jacob Black, but I couldn't possibly imagine what that was about. I quickly dismissed it as a stray vision I am sometimes subject too.

Carlisle defiantly was not about to give up. Not with his son out somewhere with Victoria. I could only desperately hope we could find them before my disturbing vision of Edward came true. I knew he couldn't handle losing Bella again, or for her to lose him. They were both in such fragile conditions after their long separation.

Never before had I seen my brother in such as state as when he left Bella. It had sucked the life right out of him. He had become a hollow shell of what he was before. When he left and the family split up, I was so afraid I would never see him again. I couldn't conjure up a vision of his death, but that did not mean that it was unavoidable. I knew he loved her, a human, but I had no idea how deeply. She truly was his life. And he was hers.

Then I had returned to Forks after seeing the vision of Bella's little cliff-jumping I was shocked at the echo of the girl I once knew who greeted me. Surely as time went on she would have accepted Edward was never coming back and put it behind her. She would have moved on. Although she was slightly revived by my presence, I could tell she was deeply wounded; the way she had clutched her chest made me think someone had shot a cannon at her chest or something equally as devastating. This most recent sequence of events would not bode well for either of them.

Suddenly Carlisle stiffened and I looked around in concern.

"What is it?" I asked trying to sense whatever he had.

"Shh…" he replied, squinting ahead, towards the mountains. No sooner had I looked in the direction he was so intent on when he broke into a mind baffling sprint. I joined quickly at Carlisle's heels wondering what he possibly could have seen. My mind expected the worst but my heart hoped for the best. As we ran and what Carlisle had seen was apparent to me I let out a scream of horror and increased my speed tenfold. It took me less than a minute to reach Jacob with a limp Jasper in his arms. I wasn't even surprised to see the werewolf; all that filled me was my concern for Jasper.

"Jasper!" I cried and stroked his dark hair. An enormous shard of dark stone punctured his chest; I couldn't imagine the force that had been used in order to pierce Jasper's diamond-like skin. Carlisle was soon beside me, taking my love from Jacob's strong arms and gently laying him on the ground. I knelt by the still body, desperately hoping for some sign that he was still alive, in the sense of a Vampire's life.

"What happened?" Carlisle demanded of Jacob. The werewolf was at a loss for words, apparently shocked to see us. I looked up at him angrily not wanting to put up with any sort of dilly-dallying.

"Answer!" I shouted and Jacob stuttered before finding any words.

"I'm not sure," he sounded truly concerned. "Bella was between them and then a huge shard of rock came off the cliff and stabbed Jasper." Carlisle and I both gazed at him in disbelief.

"No one was holding the rock?" Carlisle inquired. Jacob shook his head.

"It was like she was using some sort of force, like telepathy," Jacob was dumbfounded.

"Bella did this?" I asked, anger rising in me. Jacob nodded.

"It wasn't right," he knelt down beside us. "She wasn't herself. She told Edward she didn't love him, and there was another man there, huge and dark skinned." My heart sunk, Edward was not going to take this well.

"His name…" Jacob's brow furrowed in concentration. "It started with…"

"Camillus," Carlisle finished for him. My attention was directed at him, my mouth hanging open quite unattractively. What did he know about this?

"Edward never wanted anyone to know of his…associations…with Camillus," Carlisle was intent on Jasper while he talked, carefully examining his wound. "He is an ancient, a soul catcher." I gasped.

"I thought they were myth, an early species of supernatural beings," I said. Carlisle shook his head sadly.

"Camillus is the last. His power is much diminished from when they were at their peak," Carlisle paused. "A very frightening race they were, no one can be given as much power as they possessed and not be expected to use it to their own advantage." I frowned.

"And Victoria?" I probed. A slight smiled flickered onto

Camillus's hands gently felt over the stone spear protruding from Jasper. He seemed in deep concern about how to proceed.

"Jake, Alice, I need you to hold down this shoulders," he instructed after much thought. As I laid my hands on my husband's shoulder I was thankful that I was incapable of crying, for I was sure to be bawling with worry. Jacob gently pressed down on Jasper's other side as Carlisle took a firm hold on the broken rock. Very carefully Carlisle pulled the rock vertically, Jacob and my hands the only thing keeping Jasper firmly on the ground. It was a slow and painstaking process, but eventually the rock was separated from Jasper's chest.

The image of a gaping hole through my love's body was too much for me and I turned away. Standing up, I leaned against a tree for balance. Why had this happened? Why had I not seen it? I knew it was Bella's stupid powers that had blocked this vision, and I tried not to blame her for it. It wasn't her fault no Vampire's powers worked on her.

I became aware of another presence beside me and was surprised to see Jacob. My nose couldn't help turning up slightly at the revolting smell of human-dog. Jacob noticed and sagged his shoulders.

"Look," he said bluntly. "I'm just here to help save Bella. That's all Edward wanted me to do. I'm not trying to make friends with you guys. As soon as Bella's safe, I'll leave. But not until then." Obviously there had been some tension between the others and him. I felt a strange compassion that I never believed I would feel for a werewolf. He cared for Bella and he had brought Jasper to safety.

"Thank you for helping Jasper," I whispered. Jacob blinked at me in surprise. I said nothing else. We stood for a few moments in silence until a sudden wall of anguish crashed into me and I turned around, recognizing it as Jasper, unable to control his emotions at the moment.

His eyes blinked open as I rushed to his side; Carlisle had done quite an amazing job of mending the wound, all that remained was a pale, raised scar. It also had something to do with the natural healing abilities we Vampire's possessed. Our bodies were able to mend themselves at a much faster rate than normal humans.

My hands gently stroked the smooth sides of his face, trying to calm his emotions down a notch. His feelings were hysteric.

"Bella," he choked out. "She's in trouble." Carlisle was doing an amazing job of keeping calm. I didn't dare say anything for fear of my voice losing control.

"Can you move?" Jasper stiffened and carefully pushed himself to a sitting position. His hands felt the scar where the rock spear had formerly been. The anxiety and hysteria that had overwhelmed his emotions ebbed slightly as he realized his life was no longer in danger.

"You're going to be ok," I whispered, wrapping my arms gratefully around his torso. His hands caressed my back.

"We have to go back," he said suddenly, glancing at Jacob. Jacob's face was hard and devoid of any emotion. He was purely here for one reason.

"Bella's in danger," he stated and I knew he meant Edward as well.

"Do you remember the way?" Carlisle asked Jacob, showing no discontent at the fact he was addressing a werewolf. I truly admired Carlisle. Jacob nodded and motioned toward the mountains.

"They are up the mountains a ways," he replied. Carlisle sprung to his feet. I wrapped Jasper's arm over my shoulder and helped him to his feet. The emotions emanating from him betrayed the slight pain he felt at the movements. I gazed at his face in concern.

"Perhaps you better take Jasper home," Carlisle suggested to me, although I knew Jasper would never allow it. Not while his brother was out there facing god-knows-what.

"I'm coming," he stated, to no one's surprise. Carlisle didn't argue, knowing we would just be wasting precious time. He simply nodded and turned back to Jacob.

"Lead us." We were off. Jasper did a wonderful job a keeping up with us, my hand locked in his the entire time. The pain of the wound was fading slowly as his body worked to mend his bones and internal organs that had surely been severed by the stone. I was simply elated he was alive. For a brief moment I knew what Edward must have gone through when he believed he had lost his one true love. The feeling was unbearable and I quickly pushed it from my mind.

At our pace it took us several hours to reach our destination. Jacob faithfully led us, never going astray once. He was an incredible tracker, considering his age. We slowed to a stop when we reached a foreboding rocky cliff. A large opening had been smashed into the side, shards of rock littering the snow.

"He must've broken through," Jacob sounded slightly awed. I was slightly impressed as well…Edward must've been desperate to break a hole in the side of a cliff. Carlisle wasted no time and disappeared into the broken entrance. Jasper and I quickly followed, Jacob close behind. We entered a dark hallway which seemed to stretch endlessly. I desperately hoped we weren't too late.

Eventually a light appeared ahead of us, flickering as if from a fire. Our speed increased and we approached a large chamber. When we entered my breath was stolen away. It was ancient, but beautiful. At first I was too entranced by the splendor of this well-worn chamber to notice anyone in the room, but soon my eyes were drawn to the red water of a large basin of water in the center of the room and the body floating face down in the center.

Immediately I scanned the room for Edward and Bella. Bella was sitting several feet away from the pool, wrapped in a large green blanket. My eyes rested briefly on her before snapping around towards Edward, who was ruffling frantically through ancient books and papers that were piled high on an old oak desk. When we entered his head snapped around in surprise, an astonished look plastered to his face.

For the first time since he had awoken I dropped Jasper's hand and ran towards Edward, wrapping my arms around him tightly. He disconcertedly patted my back.

"You're ok," I whispered in relief, although he looked rather worse for wear. When I gazed up into his concerned eyes I took a step back in fear. Edward's brow furrowed in confusion. I shook my head certain my eyes were playing tricks on me.

"Edward, your eyes are red," I gasped and became aware of Carlisle and Jasper beside me, staring at Edward in concern. Pale fingers fluttered to his face in horror and he gazed at Carlisle apologetically.

"I had to," his begged for forgiveness. "He was going to kill Bella." His voice seemed unusually hoarse, like someone had scrubbed it raw with a metal sponge. Carlisle glanced at the body in the pool and nodded understandingly.

"How is she?" he asked Edward gently. Almost as if on cue Bella's voice rang through the chamber.

"Edward, who's there?" There was almost a fearful edge to her tone. Before I could even glance in Bella's direction, Edward was at her side, wrapping his arms around her waist and helping her to her feet. Now it was my turn to be confused. How could she not know it was us?

"Carlisle, Jasper, Alice," Edward comforted Bella. "And Jacob." By the slight harshness of his voice I knew that everything was still not resolved between them. I couldn't imagine that Jacob's thoughts would be too much help in the matter.

Carlisle cautiously approached the couple, I was close behind. He gently placed his hand on Bella's shoulder to signify her of his presence before quickly checking her over. I could tell by the unfocused and foggy look of her eyes that something was terribly wrong.

"Carlisle," Edward's voice was laced with anger "He took her mind. He used her against us." Carlisle looked slightly puzzled.

"But he's dead, how can she possibly still be alive?" He questioned Edward. Bella remained silent, as if in a daze. Edward glanced at Jasper and me hesitantly, as if unsure how to proceed.

"I still remember how it is done," his voice had lowered several notches. "I took it before he died. Carlisle, I don't know how to give it back!" He briefly began to panic, but at a quick look towards Bella he quickly regained control of himself.

"Don't worry," Carlisle smiled soothingly. "You're not the only one who has experience in this area." He turned in my direction.

"Alice, Jacob, I need you to get the body from the pool," he instructed. I was slightly concerned, to be near so much blood…suddenly my thoughts were focused on Jasper and my head snapped in the direction I had last seen him. He was gone. Ignoring Carlisle's command for the moment I dashed from the room, finding him a short way up the hallway, pacing back and forth irritably.

"It's too much," his voice was frustrated. "There's too much blood." I knew how much harder it was for him to resist human blood than the rest of us and I was incredibly proud of him for taking the incentive to leave. I pressed my lips to his briefly so he would know I didn't think any less of him for his weakness.

"It's ok," I comforted. "Just wait out here, Carlisle knows what to do. We'll be fine." He nodded but I could sense his shame. I wrapped myself around my husband for a few brief moments before my worry for Bella and Edward overcame me. Turning lightly on my heels I headed back, although truthfully I was loathing to reenter the room for fear of my own weakness. The sweet smell of human blood was just so tempting. Much to my relief Jacob had removed the body and covered it with heavy blankets to try and staunch the smell. All attention was directed at me as I made my way in. Even though his face was lined with concern, the crimson of Edward's eyes made him look slightly malicious and intimidating. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze.

"He's ok," I stated quickly, trying to avoid any questions for Jasper's sake. Carlisle nodded understandingly. I stood against the wall, as far away from the bloody pool as possible while the others proceeded. Carlisle had instructed Edward to enter the water with Bella; I could see his jaw clenching and his throat swallowing rapidly. I was amazed at the self control he had acquired. I suppose when you're in love with a human…

Edward had removed all of her blankets but one, out of courteousy I suppose, and was holding her tightly in his arms. I wasn't exactly sure of that had transpired, but from what I had heard and what I knew about soul-catchers was that Camillus, who was obviously dead, had taken Bella's soul and somehow Edward had captured it from him. The part I couldn't understand was how Edward and Carlisle knew so much about all of this. I had thought the race of soul-catchers had died out long ago.

I watched as Edward pressed his pale thin fingers to Bella's forehead and dipped her under the water. My whole body tensed as she submerged, but I knew Edward wouldn't let anything happen to her, not while he was in control. Camillus began chanting in a language I didn't recognize, it sounded rather middle-eastern if I was to guess. Edward repeated after him, his voice gradually rising until he was the only one still talking. The surrounding water started to bubble red and a glowing light emanated with each pop of a bubble. The light grew brighter and brighter until I had to turn my head away.

"Close your eyes!" I heard Carlisle shout I a complied without question. I was starting to understand what possibly had happened to Bella's eyes. As quickly as it had come, the light faded and Edward's rough chanting stopped. My eyes snapped open quickly and Edward was leading an incredibly exhausted looking Bella from the water. Deep circles were forming under her eyes and every step seemed to take enormous effort. No sooner had they exited the water when Bella grasped blindly for Edward before collapsing in his arms. Carlisle and I were immediately by her side. A hand shaped bruise was beginning to form on her face and her feet were beginning to turn blue as her body shivered uncontrollably. I quickly ran to the pile of blankets Edward had shed from her before entering the pool and brought them to her so we could warm her up. I cringed as we unwrapped the wet towel from her body; her back was purple and swollen, as if she had crashed into something with amazing force. Carlisle was inspecting her carefully.

"We need to get her to a hospital," he declared. Edward began to scoop her into his arms when a light touch from Carlisle stopped him.

"Edward," Carlisle's voice was gentle. Edward gazed blood red eyes into topaz ones questioningly. "Bella has hypothermia, to what degree I can't tell. It would not do her well to be pressed against a Vampire's cold body." Edward face dropped and I could tell he was hurt. It was obvious all he wanted was to hold Bella close, to protect her until they could get her help. Jacob stepped forward hesitantly.

"I'll carry her," he offered, avoiding Edward's smothering glare. It wasn't necessary rage at Jacob, but rather at his own inability to help the one he loved.

"Thank you Jacob," Carlisle said appreciatively and helped him to pick her up as to not damage her any further. Then, without another word being said, we turned and started the long trek back up the hallway.


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