A/N I know right!! FINALLY!! Thanks to everyone out there reading my stories and especially to those reviewing me. It makes me tingle :)
A Ginormous thank you to my unofficial beta - Bee87 for her help on chapters past, present and future! Cheers matey!
OK..well I know it's been an age since I updated...so I'll stop my blithering and say... ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter 14

JPOV

"…I didn't know it would shock her so much!…I know, I know, but I'm so used to people knowing what it's like…sorry. Can you help her though?…Please don't let her die, she's my best friend!…OK…Oh yes she is…OK I'll be there as soon as Grandad Charlie turns up."

That was Nessie's voice, and she sounded panicked. Who was going to die? What happened?

Opening my eyes, I slowly tried to move and realised I was lying on the wet ground. I managed to push myself up onto my elbows, but the pain I felt in my chest was suddenly too much and I fell flat again.

"Don't move Josephine!" Nessie called as she made her way back over to me. "My Grandad Charlie is on his way, he's the sheriff, and he'll have someone deal with Dawn's car. We'll take you to my Grampa's then. He's the doctor that saw you when you fell. You've been badly cut and I think you might have some glass still in some wounds."

I took her advice, not that I intended trying to get up again, and took the chance to just look around. There was glass everywhere, and the wreck of Dawn's car on the side of the road. Through the pain in my head, I tried to remember what had happened. Then it all came rushing back.

"What did you do to her?" I said, my voice came out a lot quieter than I had wanted. I tried to clear my throat then managed to shout it. "What did you do to my sister?"

Nessie's face looked guilty, worried, and anxious. But I knew it was her fault. She just touched her and Dawn had been blinded or something, then we were suddenly aiming for a tree. Now Dawn was gone.

"Where is she?" I roared with as much gusto as I could.

"Jacob has taken her to my house. Like I said my Grampa will be able to help." she took a deep breathe then carried on "I can explain everything that happened."

I didn't say anything, just looked at her waiting for her explanation. At this point, I noticed that she didn't have a scratch on her. Her clothes seemed slightly ripped, but there was no blood or grazes or anything.

"I have this gift…" she started. I didn't judge her yet; in fact I hoped whatever BS story she came up with would distract me from the pain in my chest.

"I can show people my thoughts, by putting my hands against their exposed skin."

I raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Let me show you.." she tentatively put her hand out, then checked me over for what I assumed was a place she could touch me without causing me any more pain. She decided on the palm of my hand, the one I had held dawn's in just before the accident, and she touched me lightly.

Suddenly there were images before my eyes that shouldn't be. I could still see Nessie leaning over me with pleading eyes, but I could also see Jacob and her walking down the beach, hand in hand. Then it was Dawnafus, Darcy, Jake and her out for a meal. Then it was me and Chris dancing at the party a few hours before. Finally there was a quick glimpse of Darcy in the coatroom with the redheaded girl kneeled in front of him.

She withdrew her hand from mine and looked at me hopefully. I was stunned.

"What was that?" I asked in a whisper.

"Those were some of my memories. The last one is what I showed Dawnafus when we were in the car. I shouldn't have been so stupid. I should have waited until we stopped or just kept my mouth shut. I'm so sorry" she sobbed.

"And where is dawn now?" I calmed down a lot now I understood a little more of what had happened. Either that or I had been shocked into a state of quiet.

"Jacob has taken her back to my family's house." she said it slowly, with a couple of sniffs.

"How?"

"Umm...he carried her.. Oh here comes my Grandad Charlie!" she said changing the subject. I couldn't hear or see anything for a couple more moments, then there was the flashing blue and red of lights heading towards us.

Two police cars pulled up and a couple of men got out.

"Grandad!" Renesmee called as she went and gave him a big hug. "This is Josephine. Can you take us to Grampa's?"

"OK Ness. Bill can you sort out the wreck here? I'm going to take these girls to a doctor." he asked the other police officer that had been circling Dawnafus's car.

"Sure thing Charlie." he replied.

Ness and her Grandad carefully picked me up and placed me in the car, spread over the backseats. As soon as they got in, Ness in the back with my head on her lap, the sirens started and we made our way to the Cullen house.

…

I must have passed out, for when I opened my eyes, I was lying in a very comfortable bed wearing purple silk pyjamas. I tried to raise my hand to my head. It was pounding as if I had been whacked by a handbag full of bricks. On moving though, I discovered my wounds, although not major, had been bandaged completely and there was a very strong smell of disinfectant.

"You might not want to move too much," a sweet musical voice told me. I looked around to see the most beautiful woman I had ever seen sat on a couch across the room. She looked in her mid-twenties and had soft, caramel-coloured hair, not unlike Dawnafus's, that enhanced her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were golden, friendly and welcoming. I realised I must have been staring, so I closed my mouth.

"I'm Esme, Renesmee's Granny," she said with a mesmerising smile.

"That's impossible…you're far too young…" I spluttered.

"I'm much older than I look."

My thoughts darted around for a moment, and then flew back to the accident.

"Where's Dawn? Is she OK?" I panicked.

"My husband Carlisle is with her. He's doing everything he can."

I tried to sit upright, the expensive sheets making an unfamiliar rustling as I moved.

When I looked back to Esme's face, she seemed focused on something outside the door, her delicate eyebrows drawn together in concentration.

"My daughter, Alice, is on her way. She'll keep you updated." she said as she stood up gracefully. "I should go.."

She smiled once more at me, probably trying to reassure me since her expression had caused my eyes to open in a fresh wave of panic.

The split second she was out the door, a small girl walked in and sat in her space on the couch. She was just as breathtaking as Esme had been, but strikingly different. The first words to come to mind as I saw her were Ballerina-Pixie. She moved almost as if she was dancing, and was wearing a lovely blue dress that fitted her so perfectly I could have sworn it had been made specifically for her.

She had the same pale skin as Esme, but it was much more prominent in contrast to her short dark hair. Her eyes were also the same golden colour, maybe even more golden than Esme's, I couldn't be sure, and she stared at me with intense interest.

"You must be Josephine. I've heard so much about you. I'm Nessie's aunt, Alice" her face melted into a glorious smile. I was frozen by the mixture of her beauty, musical singsong voice and the dazzling smile. Were any of this family…ugly? I mused to myself.

Since I was being so quiet, she carried on talking. "So anyway, I absolutely loved your outfit that you were wearing last night. Very hot. I guess you were out to impress someone.." she finished with a smirk. She sniffed slightly, or at least I think she did, and then she added "am I right to say the outfit worked its magic?"

Alice was unlike any Aunt I had ever met. I felt an instant like towards her, and felt my cheeks turn hot as I nodded.

"Ooh! Tell me all about it! It was Chris, right? He's a looker from Nessie's…descriptions."

Before I could answer, her face froze and her eyes stared in my direction, but it was as though she was looking straight through me. A second later, she blinked and refocused, a look of horror, or grief mixed with calculating flashed across her face.

"Everything ok Alice?" I asked quietly.

"I think I hear Carlisle calling me, I'll be back in a moment." she stood and walked, extremely quickly, out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

I wasn't sure how long had passed. Ten minutes? Fifteen? I figured I had readied myself to hear the worst, when Alice and Esme came in together. For a moment, I wondered where Renesmee had been all this time. I could only guess that she was with Dawn, holding her hand..

The looks on Alice and Esme's faces brought a lump to my throat. My eyes started to moisten.

"Dawn is still hanging on." Esme said carefully, missing the couch and heading straight towards the bed. "But she won't last much longer."

"There is a way to help her, but we wanted to prepare you." Alice took over.

"Prepare me for what? I thought you said Carlisle would do whatever he could. If you can do something, do it!" a sob shook my chest and made the last few words come out in a strangled whisper.

"She won't be exactly the same afterwards." Alice started again, her musical voice full of warning. "She will look…different, and you probably wont be able to see her for a while. She'll take some time to adjust.." she trailed off.

I thought about what she had said. I had figured that after the accident Dawnafus might have a few scars, so of course she would look different. And everyone needed time to heal. But why wouldn't I be able to see her?

A strange look flashed across Alice's face and she continued.

"This will be a.. painful decision for you to make. But in order to help Dawn, we will need to take drastic measures. She will be in a serious amount of pain for a while, but will be fine afterward. We need to make sure you understand before Carlisle takes the necessary steps, as there is no going back."

I stared from one face to the other. What could I do? I wouldn't know how to live without my sister around. But could I consent to hurting her so badly…to save her?

"Josephine, I know this is hard. Nevertheless, we need your consent as soon as possible. She won't last much longer." Alice said with a knowing voice, her eyes flicking between the here and now and something distant in her mind.

I found myself clenching and unclenching my fists, stabbing my palms with my nails.. A habit I seemed to have just adopted, while I thought it through. I watched my skin tighten and loosen with each clench. I knew what I would say. When I looked back up at them, Alice seemed to already know what my answer would be too, and she smiled sadly at me.

A/N I promise I won't take another month to update!