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Jasper's POV
Alice stood, motionless, at the window facing towards the enormous forest outside the back of the house. The minute I walked into the room
I felt so many emotions that I stumbled backwards a few steps.
The dark masked the room, giving it an unsubtle and slightly eery glow.
Alice wore a long beautiful white dress with golden trimmings across the chest, making her look even more beautiful than the sunset.
"Alice?" I said, walking slowly over to her. She didn't answer. "Alice, what's wrong?"
She didn't answer, then, either.
I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her round, her eyes were bloodshot and there were rings underneath her eyes.
I gasped, "Alice!" I crushed her to my chest and kissed her forehead softly.
"I couldn't sleep," she said finally. "I kept...having all these visions about this... red-haired woman, and a light brown-haired male. They're plotting to kill someone...someone I ...love...but I can't find who exactly."
My eyes narrowed, "What are their names?"
She blinked up at me, "The brown-haired male is James, the female must be trying extra hard to keep her identity secret," Alice explained. "Because she's going around wearing a long robe, the only way I know she has red hair was because the male commented on it..."
"James..." I knew that name from somewhere, but I shrugged it off. I would think about that later, there was a more crucial task at hand right now. "I bet I know who they want, though, Ally."
Alice sat down, and looked up at me in confusion, I sat down next to her.
"B-" I began to say, but at that moment, Alice clutched her head as if she was in pain.
She looked up, her eyes panicked,"Bella! Somebody find Bella! NOW!"
Bella's POV
I wouldn't really know, but I don't suppose that you've ever woken up to have a pillow shoved in your mouth, and somebody grab your hair.
And, let me tell you now, it's not really something I would've liked to have made a habit of.
I screamed, but the pillow completely killed the furiosity and made it so like I was just humming quietly.
Into a pillow. How nice.
"Bella, are you okay?" I heard Edward call from the room next to mine, and somebody pulled the pillow out of my mouth and pushed a knife to my throat, whispering, "Tell him you're okay, Miss Isabella, and nobody gets hurt."
Though I was pretty sure I was going to get hurt anyway. I didn't want Edward to, too. He'd been through enough lately.
"I'm fine," I tried to sound calm, and failed miserably, but Edward seemed to buy it.
Why? Why me?
I was gagged and tied, and then lowered through a trap door - that i'd never noticed before - into the basement.
I heard screaming from above us as we moved silently through the basement - not that I could talk, even if I wanted to.
"EDWARD! YOU -" Alice screamed a number of words that even when my life was in peril, I wouldn't really care to repeat.
"Oh, NO!" Edward yelled. "CALL SECURITY, GET MIKE - AND TYLER AND THEN-"
A soft voice murmured, "No, Edward."
There was a short silence.
"What?" Edward croaked. "How did you get in?"
I heard Rose come bustling in, "I called security, and they're just - " she went quiet.
"You can't do it, Edward, you'll kill yourself if you try and save her," the soft voice whispered huskily.
"Ma mere?" Rose whispered. "What happened to you?"
"The red-head came, dear," Mother breathed. "She tried to kill me, but Timothy came. Then - just like that, she disappeared, when he appeared."
What red-head? What was Mother doing here?
"Aleece," Mother croaked and then we came to an opening, and I couldn't hear them anymore.
I understood then, Mother knew that they could still hear, and she wanted my kidnappers to believe that they wouldn't be coming to save me.
I looked up into my kidnappers smug eyes, "Don't fret, my darling," he murmured, chucking me into the carriage leaned down so his face was a few centimetres from mine. "Life's too short."