So, I know it's been literally forever, and i'm so very sorry. I got married, and went on a wonderful honeymoon, and then when I got back, not only was i overloaded with work, but my internet was completely busted. Between that, looking for a new apartment, an just life in general, there hasn't been much time to write.

You'll all have to thank Katie, it took her hounding me every day to get me to write and finally update 3 lol

I hope you haven't all lost interest!

Promise... the updates will come much faster now.

Alice grumbled to herself, back alone in her bedroom. She lay on her stomach atop her expensive dark plum comforter bedspread, after having thrown herself dramatically on top of it in frustration. While she knew that she was throwing a ridiculous temper tantrum, she couldn't really stop herself.

She'd really thought Bella would look great in the casket.

Even though Bella wouldn't actually be inside of it.

Sighing, she ran through a few other websites, absentmindedly clicking away, taking a quick look at casket, after casket. Not really caring anymore. She didn't care nearly as much about Edward's as she had Bella's. For something that was supposed to distract her, it was horribly irritating. She didn't need to be a mind reader to know what her brother was telling her when he gave her that look. It was the "Don't mess with Bella, or I'll mess with your credit cards" look. In some way, she was happy that things were almost back to normal, but in other ways… she wanted to murder her brother.

She thought about getting them matching hot pink caskets or even considered looking on the Wal-Mart website to get back at him. Alice remembered hearing from someone at school they sold caskets for very cheap, she'd joked about them being made of cardboard once. Then decided against it. She could never bring herself to buy one.

She stopped when a page loaded with a simple black casket. It was beautifully shined and had an outer gold trim. It was simple and perfect for Edward's tastes. Alice quickly added it to the shopping cart and then spied a matching white one, with the same golden trim. She lifted her finger to click on the "Add to shopping cart" button again but her hand stopped itself in mid air.

The rain was pouring so hard it took her a moment to recognize Terra Eden Street, a road she was usually familure with. Cars lined the streets and the doors to Saint Ann Church loomed ahead, the doors held wide open, despite the harsh weather.

She ran up the steps of the church quickly and pushed the much taller people in her way to the side. The first thing she took notice of was her siblings and Jasper sitting in the front pew, along with Esme. Each of them looked strained and uncomfortable. Jasper looked as thought he were about to jump up and start screaming any moment. They were all dressed stylishly in black, which contrasted beautifully against their pale white skin.

Alice's attention shifted to the front of the church. At the alter, directly below a beautifully crafted suspended wooden cross of Jesus dying for their sins, was blown up picture of her brother and sister, holding onto one another and looking at each other lovingly. It had been taken right before they had gone to prom no more than four months before. The picture rested atop a golden easel, surrounded by flowers. Two caskets were dispayed on both sides. One white and one black.

The white one was open, but held no body. Inside, were cards and little trinkets... A worn copy of Pride and Prejudice. A jewel case with a CD inside. A carefully handcrafted dream catcher. A small cactus. Dozens of flowers. Alice took note of the freesias.

The black one was open as well. She could see her brother resting inside.

Letting out a strangled cry she rushed over onto the alter and threw herself onto his body. She stared at his fac, searching his expression. The only thing she could pick up was that he seemed at peace.

Which worried her.

She didn't know why she was acting this way; he was faking it after all. Wasn't he? Was this a fake funeral for show… or was her brother really gone?

She wasn't so sure. She'd seen him so close to death earlier that she didn't know what the truth was anymore. Screaming his name, she waited for him to make any movement or show her some sort of sign. She was pulled away from the casket by Esme before he could reassure her.

Searching her own mothers face, she found no answers. Only the look of a grieving mother.

Before she could ask her what was going on, a commotion drew her attention to the front of the church.

A red faced Charlie was yelling in Carlisle's shocked face.

"What have you done? How did you know?" Charlie screamed out in anger. Tears ran down his face and he pointed straight at the caskets with his right hand, while Renee stood behind him, horrified and trying to pull Charlie back by his left arm. "You ordered the casket and planned this memorial before we even knew she was dead!"

Alice wanted to rush up and say something ridiculous about a two for one sale but couldn't make her legs move. She watched, helpless, as Charlie threw an unexpected punch towards Carlisle's face. She heard, as the bones in Charlie's fist break. Carlisle was too stunned and surprised to even fake that it hurt. He hadn't moved an inch.

Everyone in the church was staring at Carlisle in complete silence, looks of shock and curiosity on their faces.

Gasping, Alice yanked her hand back from the laptop as though it were on fire. A split second later, she found herself sitting with her back pressed rigid against the headboard, atop the pillows, breathing heavily.

It was the strangest and most detailed vision that she'd ever had. Usually, only flashes appeared to her. She'd never actually felt so trapped into one before.

"I'm putting Bella in bed and I'm coming upstairs right now." She could hear Edward's voice say somberly from downstairs. She heard everyone shifting in the living room, then soft steps coming up the stairs.

As the rest of the family filed into her bedroom one by one, she paid them no mind, still paying more attention to what Edward was doing. She could still hear Edward as he lay Bella down in his bead, heard him adjusting the comforter around her and whisper a quick "I love you" to a sleeping Bella before she heard him close the door to his bedroom.

Jasper gently eased her away from the wall and positioned her on his lap. She was just calming down when Edward entered.

Everyone's gaze shot to him as he closed the door behind him and sagged against it. His façade dropped, and the misery was clear on his face. He'd been keeping it together so far, in Bella's presence, that without her around they could all see how heavily the situation was weighing on him.

He looked defeated.

"You saw?" Alice asked, already knowing the answer.

A deep breath escaped Edward's mouth as he raised his eyes to meet hers. They were still bright red and a little frightening, she thought before she could stop herself. Instantly, his gaze fell back to the floor, he studied her carpet with interest. "Yes." He mumbled, sliding down the wall so that he was sitting on the floor.

Everyone else stood stone still, but Alice slid from Jasper's lap and crouched down in front of him. She reached out and put her small hand on his knee. "You're my brother and I love you. I can't stand to watch you dead or dying all the time. Between you and Bella, I've just seen it too much."

"Sorry." He said under his breath.

Alice shook her head. "No, I'm not asking you to apologize. I'm just telling you why I was so upset." She glanced up meeting everyone's eyes one by one until she reached Jasper. "We have to move up the schedule a little. We have to make it look like Bella is dead. Charlie needs to find her body."

"Tonight."

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"Ugh, Emmett can you not dangle that in front of me like that? It's driving me crazy!" Jasper complained, smacking Emmett's shoulder.

Rosalie rolled here eyes, walking with Alice and Edward a few steps in front of the two. "That sounded incredibly dirty." She said.

Alice giggled.

Edward stayed silent.

The situation, to him, was not one to be laughed at. Emmett was carrying a bag with Bella's bloodied clothes in them, and would occasionally dangle it in front of Jaspers face. Edward knew that he was trying to lighten the mood, it was what Emmett did best, but he couldn't find it in himself to find anything funny.

Things just felt so incredibly final.

He was killing Bella. At least, to those that loved her, her human friends and family, she would be dead. And it was his fault.

Edward heard Jasper groan from behind him and he whispered a small "Sorry" before trying to stop the guilt trip that he was so used to taking.

In an attempt to distract himself, he stared at Rose's feet.

Rosalie was wearing Bella's sneakers. Which had surprisingly fit perfectly. They were laying down a trail for Charlie to follow, as close to the reservation as they could possibly get without crossing the treaty line. They had first run towards Bella's house, and then took the route that she would have most likely taken to get to a spot that she could jump.

They'd been walking for hours, Rosalie making the only noticeable tracks. The trail was winding, and a few times, went in circles. She tripped a few times just to make it look completely legitimate.

Edward wished that Bella were there to watch the usually graceful Rosalie trip. Watching her fall had brought a small half smile to his face more than once.

Carlisle and Esme had stayed home with Bella, who had yet to wake up. Edward had been forced to leave the house, literally being pushed out of the front door, after noticing that her fever had jumped up another degree. He'd refused at first, saying that he was needed by her side more than anywhere else, but Esme had finally convinced him that he had to go hunting, more than ever.

This had been true to some extent. His eyes were now a coal black, instead of the deep red that they had been immediately following the blood he'd taken from Bella. His throat had been burning for hours. He longed for more of it, but not even his extreme thirst would come in between him and protecting her. He would not allow himself to hurt her ever again. The craving, along with all of the pints of bagged blood in the house, was driving him a little mad as well.

And the bag which Emmett held was more tempting to him than it was to Jasper. This is why he was stuck walking upwind from them, and forced to walk in between Alice and Rosalie to watch over him. While the smell was desirable to him, the sight was not. He hadn't realized it was possible for a vampire to be nauscious, but the moment Alice had appeared with the clothes, he had wanted to vomit. He was actually surprised that they hadn't thrown the things away immediately. When Alice had changed Bella's clothes after he had feasted on here, while he was being hosed down by his brothers, she had taken the blood soaked, light blue long sleeved t-shirt and grey sweat pants, put them in a bag and threw them into the garage.

It had been great planning on her part, especially since she couldn't see Bella at all.

Reaching into his pocket for the second time in the past ten minutes, Edward pulled out his cell phone. He considered calling the house again, just to check up on Bella's condition, when Alice slapped his hand gently. "Leave them alone," She said, irritated. "They will call you if anything happens."

Sighing heavily, he did as he was told. He was in no mood to deal with an angry pixie.

She was already frustrated enough. He'd been focusing on her for some time, aware of the fact that she was still trying to see Bella through her visions. She'd tried any angle. Searching for Esme or Carlisle. The closest she'd gotten was Esme opening his bedroom door, before everything went black again. He was feeling frustrated right along with her. He was uncomfortable with her not being able to see anything.

"UGH!" Rosalie waved her hand in front of her face, scrunching up her nose in disgust. "I think we're getting close to the line, it smells disgusting over here!"

Edward peered around in confusion.

This was, in fact, still about a mile away from the treaty line, there was no reason that it should smell so badily. Unless…

It was only then that any of them noticed the large hulking man in front of them. He was half hidden in the darkness of the trees and they had all been too preoccupied to check around. Shirtless and dark skinned, he stood taller than even Emmett.

Edward stood still in shock.

He almost didn't recognize the boy. The last time they had run into each other was prom when the boy had crashed the party just to dance with Bella and warn her against seeing him.

I can smell her blood all over them… they've broken the treaty. What did they do to her…? Jacobs thoughts were frantic, bouncing from one possibility to the next. Visions of how he thought they all might have tourtured her slammed into Edward, making him wince.

He straightened and looked at Jacob square in the eye.

Things were about to get even more complicated.