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Unimaginable Outcomes

A/N: If you have any questions or comments, post them in my reviews and I will answer them in my next Author's Note at the bottom of the chapter! Enjoy! - Bella'Xo

Chapter 25
(Jasper's POV: Hunting Trip)

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to play with your food?" I called to Emmett as I came upon him wrestling a bear.

"Oh, hey Jasper!" he shouted back, grinning and waving at me. The bear took advantage of his distraction to rake its heavy paw across Emmett's chest. The sharp claws shredded through his shirt, and squealed across his skin.

The bear bellowed at the high-pitched noise.

"Aw hell, Rose gave me this shirt." He complained, looking down at the tears over his chest. He roared back at the enraged animal.

I sighed and sat down on a convenient boulder, rubbing the spot over my chest. Ever since I had left Natalie's presence, the pain had begun and had gotten worse the further away from her I got. Not only that, but I couldn't help but worry about her trip to La Push with all of those wolves around. I could only hope that she had followed my instructions regarding them.

I looked up and noticed that Emmett was almost done. He let the bear try to take his head off with another swipe of the paw, laughing as the blow bounced off and sent the bear staggering back. The bear roared and Emmett roared again through his laughter. Then he launched himself at the animal, who stood a head taller than him on its hind legs, and their bodies fell to the ground tangled up together, taking a mature spruce tree down with them. The bear's growls cut off with a gurgle.

A few minutes later, Emmett jogged over to where I was waiting for him. His shirt was destroyed, torn and bloodied, sticky with sap and covered in fur. His dark curly hair wasn't in much better shape. He had a huge grin on his face.

"That was a strong one. I could almost feel it when he clawed at me."

"You're such a child, Emmett." Edward said as he approached the two of us on the boulder.

Emmett turned and eyed him, taking note of his smooth clean white button down. "Weren't you able to track down that mountain lion, then?"

"Of course I was. I just don't eat like a savage."

Emmett laughed his booming laugh. "I wish they were stronger. It would be more fun."

"No one said you had to fight your food." I smirked.

"Yeah, but who else and I going to fight with? Edward and Alice cheat, Rose never wants to get her hair messed up, and Esme gets mad if you and I really go at it – not that I could ever beat you."

I reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Life is hard all around, isn't it?" I smirked.

Emmett grinned at me, shifting his weight a bit so he was suddenly turning towards Edward, poised to take a charge. "C'mon Edward. Just turn it off for one minute and fight fair."

"It doesn't turn off," he reminded him.

Emmett pursed his lips. "I wonder what Natalie and her sister do to keep you out." He mused. "Maybe they could give me some pointers."

Edward's good humor seemed to instantly vanish. "Stay away from her," he growled through his teeth.

"Touchy, touchy." He shifted again so that he was once again sitting down next to me.

"She doesn't know about us, Em." I reminded him in a gentler tone. "Though, I'm sure if you wanted to talk to Natalie about it, she would be more than happy to. But I'm not sure she knows how she does it."

Edward sighed and came to sit beside us on the rock.

Emmett looked over at our brother, frowning. "Sorry. I know you're going through a tough spot. I really am trying to not be too much of an insensitive jerk, but, since that's sort of my natural state…" He waited for him to laugh at his joke, and then made a face. "So serious all the time; what's bugging you now?"

"Thinking about her. Well, worrying, really."

"That makes two of us." I mumbled, though I knew that we were worrying for different reasons.

"What's there to worry about?" Emmett asked us and looked over at Edward. "You are here." He laughed loudly.

Edward ignored his joke again, but answered his question. "Have you ever thought about how fragile they all are?" His eyes flickered towards me as he said this, since my mate was human, as well. "How many bad things there are that can happen to a mortal?"

I nodded as Emmett shook his head. "Not really. I guess I see what you mean, though. I wasn't much match for a bear that first time around, was I?"

"Bears," Ed muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. "That would be just her luck, wouldn't it? Stray bear in town. Of course it would head straight for Bella."

I chuckled, knowing that that would most likely happen with his mate. She had the worst luck I had ever seen anyone - let alone a human girl - have.

Emmett laughed with me on this, shaking his head. "You sound like a crazy person, do you know that?"

"Just imagine for one minute that Rosalie was human, Emmett. And she could run into a bear… or get hit by a car… or lightening… or fall down the stairs… or get sick – get a disease!" The words burst from him stormily, though I felt his relief at being about to speak about his fears – I could feel them festering inside him all week. "Fires and earthquakes and tornados! Ugh! Have you seen the kinds of things that happen to them? Burglaries and homicides…"

Listening to my erratic brother rant, I couldn't help but begin to imagine these things. My teeth clenched together, and I was infuriated by the idea of anything hurting my mate that I couldn't breathe and I gripped my chest painfully.

"Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on." He shrugged at Edward.

"I think she has some serious bad luck, Emmett, I really do. Look at the evidence. Of all the places in the world she could go, she ends up in a town where vampires make up a significant portion of the population, not to mention those mutts down on the reservation. Then poor Natalie is always dragged into it because of her sister's rotten luck."

"Yeah, but we're vegetarians. So isn't that good luck, not bad? And they both found their mates in two of those said vampires. Sure, the mutts being around is rotten luck, but they are more of protectors then anything to humans. Again, I'd say that's good luck."

"With the way she smells to us? Definitely bad. And then, more bad luck, the way she smells to me." He glowered at his hands, looking as though he hated them. "At least Jasper's blood lust is repelled by his mate's presence."

"But dude, you have more self-control than just about anyone, but Carlisle. I'd say that's good luck again."

"The van?"

"That was just an accident."

He shook his head and I couldn't help the growl that erupted at the thought of the hunk of metal heading straight towards my mate and her sister.

"You should have seen it coming for her, Em, again and again. I swear, it was like she had some kind of magnetic pull."

"But you were both there. That was good luck."

"Was it? Isn't this the worst luck any human could ever possibly have – to have a vampire fall in love with them?"

I shook my head. "It depends on how you look at it. We don't have the same beliefs when it comes down to that. I have no problem with the idea of changing my mate. I would love to spend eternity with her."

"And if she declines and decides that she wants to stay as a human?" He countered.

I shrugged, though the pain in my chest spiked at the thought. "We'll cross that bridge when it comes. The point is that whatever path we choose, we'll go down it together. It doesn't have to be made into a negative thing."

Both of my brother considered that quietly for a moment before Emmett spoke up.

"Honestly, I can't really see the draw in falling for a human, even if they are as good looking as Natalie or even her sister."

I snorted as Edward countered. "Well, I can't really see Rosalie's allure, either." He said rudely.

I nodded in agreement. "Honestly Em, she seems like more work than any pretty face is worth."

Emmett chuckled and looked over towards Edward. "I don't suppose you'd tell me…"

"I don't know what her problem is, Emmett," He lied with a sudden, wide grin.

I could feel my large brother's emotions shift, knowing his intent as Edward read his thoughts, having enough time to brace himself. Emmett tried to shove him off the rock, and there was a loud cracking sound as a fissure opened in the stone between them.

"Cheater," Em muttered.

Edward waited for him to try another time, but his emotions began to swirl again in a less scheming manner.

"Dude, wouldn't it just be easier and save the both of you a lot of heartache if you just changed her into-"

"No," Ed interrupted him, his voice and emotions strangled and tortured.

"It solves your worries about mortality, doesn't it?" I asked.

Em nodded in agreement. "That way, you wouldn't want to kill her, either. Isn't that the best way?"

"For me? Or for her?"

"For you," he answered easily. His tone added the 'of course'.

He laughed humorlessly. "Wrong answer."

"I didn't mind so much," Emmett reminded him.

"Rosalie did." We all knew that Rosalie would do anything, give up anything, if it meant she could be human again. Even Emmett.

"Yeah, Rose did," he acquiesced quietly.

"I can't… I shouldn't… I'm not going to ruin Bella's life. Wouldn't you feel the same if it were Rosalie?" He looked towards me. "And who's to say that Natalie will want to become a monster? Would you force her?"

I clenched my teeth and shook my head, sighing. "It will be her decision." And I will honor it regardless of my feelings.

"You really… love her?" Emmett asked me.

"I can't even describe it, Emmett." I answered, thinking of her smile, her eyes, the feeling I get when I'm around her. "All of the sudden, this girl's the whole world to me. I don't see the point of the rest of the world without her anymore." I knew also knew that if she chooses to stay human; to grow old and die, then I would follow her soon after.

Edward nodded and I felt him agreeing with me.

Emmett's gaze shifted towards him. "But you won't change her? She won't last forever, Edward."

"I know that," he groaned.

"And, as you've pointed out, she's sort of breakable."

"Trust me – I know that, too."

Emmett was not a tactful person, and delicate discussions were not his forte. He struggled now, wanting very much not to be offensive.

"Can you even touch her? I mean, if you love her… wouldn't you want to, well, touch her…?" He looked between the two of us.

Emmett and Rosalie shared an intensely physical love. He had a hard time understanding how one could love, without that aspect.

Edward sighed, "I can't even think of that, Emmett."

"Speak for yourself," I mumbled. I am having the hardest time not throwing her down and claiming her as it is, I thought to myself before looking over at the two of them. "I've been with human women before and I've mastered the kind of control to handle myself. The hardest part is holding yourself back from biting them or using too much strength."

"But weren't you a human drinker when all that occurred?" Em asked.

I nodded, "But it will be much easier with Natalie since I'm not sent into a blood thirsty frenzy when I smell her scent."

Emmett pursed his lips and nodded, looking back over towards Edward. "So, what are your options, then?"

"I don't know," Edward whispered. "I'm trying to figure out a way to… to leave her. I just can't fathom how to make myself stay away…"

(General POV)

With a deep sense of gratification, Edward realized that it was right for him to stay – at least for now, since learning that Peter and Charlotte on their way. He believed Bella was safer with him there, temporarily, than she would be if he were gone; he could be her unlikely protector.

Jasper sighed, having a feeling that he knew what Edward was thinking, even without his brother's mind reading ability. However, he didn't believe that it was necessary since his brother and sister from the south were not savages and respected Jasper enough to listen to the Cullen's requests regarding their hunting habits while visiting.

Edward couldn't help but to think back to yesterday after they had dropped Natalie and Bella off at their house when they had first learned about Peter and Charlotte's approaching visit…

…Flashback…

(Edward's POV)

I had to wait when Jasper and I got back to school. The final hour wasn't out yet. That was good because I had things to think about and I needed some time alone as Jasper got out of the car and stood outside, not able to stand another moment locked inside my car with Bella's incredibly sweet scent as it lingered in the car. I kept the windows up, letting it assault me, trying to get used to the feel of intentionally torching my throat.

Attraction.

It was a problematic thing to contemplate. So many sides to it, so many different meanings and levels. Not the same thing as love, but tied up in it inextricably.

I had no idea if Bella was attracted to me, she was still human after all and hadn't shown any signs of feeling the mating pull like her sister did with Jasper. Carlisle believed that it was rare for them to feel the bond since it was, after all, an instinct that only vampires possessed. He was anxious to learn more about their bond and I knew that Natalie wouldn't object, her curiosity always getting the better of her – just like her sister.

Would Bella's mental silence somehow continue to get more and more frustrating until I went mad? Or was there a limit that I would eventually reach? And why did Bella's thoughts seem so much more important to me than Natalie's? Was it because she was my mate and Natalie wasn't? Or was it because it was my singer's thoughts? I didn't know.

I tried to compare her physical responses to others, like the secretary and Jessica Stanley, but the comparison was inconclusive. The same markers – changes in heart rate and breathing patterns – could just as easily mean fear or shock or anxiety as they did interest. It seemed unlikely that Bella could e entertaining the same kinds of thoughts that Jessica Stanley used to have. After all, Bella knew very well that there was something wrong with me, even if she didn't know exactly what it was. She had touched my icy skin, and then yanked her hand away from the chill.

And yet… as I remembered those fantasies that used to repulse me, but remembered them with Bella in Jessica's place… I was breathing more quickly, the fire clawing up and down my throat.

What if it had been Bella imagining me with my arms wrapped around her fragile body? Feeling me pull her tightly against my chest and then cupping my hand under her chin? Brushing the heavy curtain of her hair back from her blushing face? Tracing the shape of her full lips with my fingertips? Leaning my face closer to hers, where I could feel the heat of her breath on my mouth? Moving closer still…

But then I flinched away from the daydream, knowing as I had known when Jessica had imagined these things, what would happen if I got that close to her.

Attraction was an impossible dilemma, because I was already too attracted to Bella in the worst way.

Did I want Bella to be attracted to me, a woman to a man?

That was the wrong question. The right question was should I want Bella to be attracted to me in that way, and that answer was no. Because I was not a human man, and that wasn't fair to her. It was the one thing that Jasper and I disagreed on so heatedly. Then again, our situations were so different; he could do those things with her.

With every fiber of my being, I ached to be a normal man, so that I could hold her in my arms without risking her life. So that I could be free to spin my own fantasies, fantasies that didn't end up with her blood on my hands, glowing in my eyes.

My pursuit of her was indefensible. What kind of relationship could I offer her, when I couldn't risk touching her?

I hung my head in my hands. It was all the more confusing because I had never felt so human in my whole life – not even when I was human, as far as I could recall. When I had been human, my thoughts had all been turned to a soldier's glory. The Great War had raged through most of my adolescence, and I'd been only nine months away from my eighteenth birthday when the influenza had struck… I had just vague impressions of those human years, murky memories that faded more with every passing decade. I remembered my mother most clearly, and felt an ancient ache when I thought of her face. I recalled dimly how much she had hated the future I'd raced eagerly toward, praying every night when she said grace at dinner that the 'horrid war' would end… I had no memories of another kind of yearning. Besides my mother's love, there was no other love that had made me wish to stay…

This was entirely new to me. I had no parallels to draw, no comparisons to make. The love I felt for Bella had come purely, but now the waters were muddled. I wanted very much to be able to touch her.

Did she feel the same way?

That didn't matter, I tried to convince myself.

I stared at my white hands, hating their hardness, their coldness, their inhuman strength…

I jumped when the passenger door opened.

'Ha! Caught you by surprise. There's a first!' Emmett thought as he slid into the seat at the same time as Jasper slid into the back. "I'll bet Mrs. Goff thinks you're on drugs, you've been so erratic lately. Where were you two today?"

"We were… doing good deeds."

'Huh?'

I chuckled. "Caring for the sick, that kind of thing."

The confused him more, looking in the rearview mirror towards Jasper, who shrugged.

"I just took Natalie home early since we skipped." He announced with nothing to hide.

Realization flashed in Emmett's thoughts and he inhaled deeply, catching the scent in the car.

"Oh. The girl again? Natalie's sister?"

I grimaced.

'This is getting weird,' Jasper thought to himself.

"Tell me about it," I mumbled.

Emmett inhaled again. "Hmm, she does have quite a flavor, doesn't she?"

The snarl broke through my lips before his words had even registered all the way, an automatic response.

"Easy, kid, I'm just sayin'." Emmett raised his hands in surrender.

The others arrived then. Rosalie noticed the scent at once and glowered at me, still not over her irritation. I wondered what he problem was with Bella, but all I could hear from her were insults.

I didn't like Jaspers continuous expression, either. Like Emmett, he noticed Bella's appeal. Not that the scent had, for either of them, a thousandth portion of the draw it had for me. Though, Jasper could probably sympathize since he could feel my bloodlust second hand, on top of everyone else's. However, I was still upset that her blood was sweet to them. Jasper had poor control as it was…

Alice skipped over and got into the seat behind me. "You'll have to tell me the why's later."

"That doesn't mean -"

"I know, I know. I'll wait. It won't be long."

I sighed and pulled out of the parking lot and sped home. The roads were empty, and so it only took a few minutes. We trooped into the house, and then went to our various pastimes.

Emmett and Jasper were in the middle of an elaborate game of chess, utilizing eight joined boards – spread out along the glass back wall – and their own complicated set of rules. They wouldn't let me play; only Alice would play games with me anymore.

Alice went to her computer just around the corner from them and I could hear her monitors sing to life. She was working on a fashion design project for Rosalie's wardrobe, but Rosalie did not join her today, to stand behind her and direct cut and color as Alice's hand traced over the touch sensitive screens. (Carlisle and I had to tweak that system a bit, given that most such screens responded to temperature) Instead, today Rosalie sprawled sullenly on the sofa and started flipping through twenty channels a second on the flat screen, never pausing. I could hear her trying to decide whether or not to go out to the garage and tune her BMW again.

Esme was upstairs, humming over a new set of blue prints.

Alice leaned her head around the wall after a moment and started mouthing Emmett's next moves – Emmett sat on the floor with his back to her – to Jasper who kept his expression very smooth as he cut off Emmett's favorite knight.

And I, for the first time in so long that I felt ashamed, went to sit at the exquisite grand piano stationed just off the entryway.

I ran my hand gently up the scales, testing the pitch. The tuning was till perfect.

Upstairs, Esme paused what she was going and cocked her head to the side.

I began the first line of the tune that had suggested itself to me in the car today, pleased that it sounded even better than I'd imagined.

'Edward is playing again,' Esme thought joyously, a smile breaking across her face. She got up from her desk, and flitted silently to the head of the stairs.

I added a harmonizing line, letting the central melody weave through it.

Esme sighed with contentment, sat down on the top step, and leaned her head against the banister. 'A new song. It's been so long. What a lovely tune.'

I let the melody lead in a new direction, following it with the bass line.

'Edward is composing again?' Rosalie thought, and her teeth clenched together in fierce resentment.

In that moment, she slipped, and I could read all her underlying outrage. I saw why she was in such a poor temper with me. Why killing Isabella Swan had not bothered her conscience at all.

With Rosalie, it was always about vanity.

The music came to an abrupt halt, and I laughed before I could help myself, a sharp bark of amusement that broke off quickly as I threw my hand over my mouth.

Rosalie turned to glare at me, her eyes sparkling with chagrined fury.

Emmett and Jasper turned to stare, too, and I heard Esme's confusion. Esme was downstairs in a flash, pausing to glance between Rosalie and me.

"Don't stop, Edward," Esme encouraged after a strained moment.

I started playing again, turning my back on Rosalie while trying very hard to control the grin stretching across my face. She got to her feet and stalked out of the room, more angry than embarrassed. But certainly quite embarrassed.

'If you say anything, I will hunt you down like a dog.'

I smothered another laugh.

"What's wrong, Rose?" Emmett called after her. Rosalie didn't turn. She continued, back ramrod straight, to the garage and then squirmed under her car as if she could bury herself there.

(Jasper's POV)

"What was that about?" Emmett asked Edward.

"I don't have the faintest idea," Edward lied.

Emmett grumbled, frustrated. Though, judging by Rosalie's emotions and Edward's actions, I decided that Rosalie had to have thought something that Edward caught, embarrassing her, which was odd, because Rosalie was usually good at hiding her true thoughts.

"Keep playing," Esme urged him. His hands had paused again.

He did as she asked, and she came to stand behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

The song was compelling, but obviously incomplete. He toyed with a bridge, but it didn't seem right, somehow.

"It's charming. Does it have a name?" Esme asked.

"Not yet."

"Is there a story to it?" she asked, a smile in her voice. This gave her very great pleasure, and he felt guilty for having neglected his music for so long, feeling selfish.

The two of them talked more about the music as Edward played and I sat on the couch, soaking up the pleasant emotional climate of the motherly vampire as she listened to him play.

"Stop it, Mom, you're making me blush," Edward suddenly teased her to something she was thinking at him.

Alice laughed and picked out the top hand of "Heart and Soul". He grinned and completed the simple harmony with her. Then he favored her with a performance of "Chopsticks."

She giggled, then sighed. "So I wish you'd tell me what you were laughing at Rose about," Alice said. "But I can see that you won't."

"Nope."

She flickered his ear with her finger.

"Be nice, Alice," Esme chided. "Edward is being a gentleman."

"But I want to know." She whined, though I couldn't blame her. I was a bit curious myself.

Edward and I laughed at the whining tone she put on. Then he said, "Here, Esme," and began playing her favorite song, an unnamed tribute to the love he'd watched between her and Carlisle for so many years.

"Thank you, dear," she squeezed his shoulder again.

As he played, I thought of Rosalie, still figuratively writhing in mortification in the garage. I wasn't sure what she was thinking that Edward caught, but going by her emotions of jealousy and vanity, I had an idea and I couldn't help but pity her. It was a wretched way to feel. Of course, her jealousy was a thousand times more petty than most; Quite the fox in the manger scenario. She always resented Edward for not fawning over her, him being a single male and all when they met. And now he had feelings for this human girl, which was a smack in the face in Rosalie's opinion.

I wondered how Rosalie's life and personality would have been different if she had not always been the most beautiful. Would she have been a happier person if beauty hadn't at all times been her strongest selling point? Less egocentric? More compassionate? Well, I supposed it was useless to wonder, because the past was done, and she always had been the most beautiful to others who didn't know her personally. In my opinion, beauty has more to do with how a person is inside, causing them to appear all the more stunning on the outside.

Even when Rosalie was human, she had ever lived in the spotlight of her own loveliness – not that she minded. The opposite – she'd loved. Admiration above almost anything else. That hadn't changed with the loss of her mortality.

It was no surprise then, taking this need as a given, that she'd been offended when Edward had not, from the beginning, worshiped her beauty the way she expected all males to worship. Not that she'd wanted him in any way – far from it. But it had aggravated her that he did not want her, despite that. She was used to being wanted. I was just glad that I was with Alice when I had met her, because I could never see myself doting on her, no matter the stipulations. And then, by the time Alice and I split, we were already more like brother and sister to even have her register that kind of resentment when I didn't immediately fawn over her.

It was different for Carlisle, as well – he was already in love, as well. But Edward was completely unattached, and yet still remained obstinately unmoved by her.

Everyone thought that the old resentment was buried. That she was long passed it. And she had been… until the day that he finally found someone whose beauty touched him the way hers had not.

Rosalie had relied on the belief that if he did not find her beauty worth worshipping, then certainly there was no beauty on earth that would reach him. She'd been furious since the moment since he'd joined in to save the girls' lives, guessing with her shrewd female intuition, the interest that he was all but unconscious of himself.

Rosalie was mortally offended that he found, in her opinion, 'some insignificant human girl' more appealing than her.

"Oh!" Alice said abruptly. "Jasper, guess what?"

Edward, seeing what she'd saw, his hands froze on the keys.

"What, Alice?" I asked, opening my eyes to look over at her.

"Peter and Charlotte are coming to visit next week! They're going to be in the neighborhood, isn't that nice?"

I grinned at this, excited to see my brother and sister after so long.

"What's wrong, Edward?" Esme asked, feeling the tension in his shoulders.

"Peter and Charlotte are coming to Forks?" Edward hissed at Alice.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Calm down, Edward. It's not their first visit."

His teeth clenched together and I shook my head in exasperation. Sure, it was their first visit since Bella and Natalie had arrived and they were human drinking vampires, but I knew my coven, my true coven, and they would never do something against my orders, even if it's on where to hunt while they're visiting.

Alice frowned at Edward's expression. "They never hunt here. You know that."

However, I could still feel his untrustworthiness as he spoke. "When?" He demanded.

She pursed her lips unhappily, but told him what he needed to know; Monday morning.

"No," he agreed to something in Alice's thoughts before turning back towards Emmett and I. "Are you two ready?"

"I thought were leaving in the morning?" Emmett questioned him.

"We're coming back by midnight Sunday. I guess it's up to you when you want to leave."

"Okay, fine. Let me say goodbye to Rose first."

"Sure." With the mood Rosalie was in, it would be a short goodbye.

…End Flashback…

(General POV)

Emmett's voice startled Jasper out of his thoughts as he looked towards Edward as he spoke; apparently he was not the only one lost in his thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked his bronze haired brother.

"Right now," Edward admitted a bit sheepishly, "I'm dying to run back to Forks and check on her, I don't know if I'll make it till Sunday night."

"Na-ah! You are not going home early. Let Rosalie cool down a little bit. Please! For my sake!"

"I'll try to stay," Edward said doubtfully.

Emmett tapped the phone in his pocket. "Alice would call if there were any basis for your panic attack. She's as weird about your girl as you are."

He grimaced at that. "Fine. But I'm not staying past Sunday."

"Me neither," Jasper agreed.

"There's no point in hurrying back, at least in your predicament – it's going to be sunny, anyway. Alice said we were free from school until Wednesday." He looked towards Jasper. "I know that you want Natalie to meet Peter and Charlotte."

Edward shook his head in exasperation. "I still think you're crazy letting those two around your human mate."

"Peter and Char know how to behave themselves. They would never harm my mate, if out of respect for me than anything." Jasper objected.

"Yeah, dude. It's unlikely that they would be as disrespectful and conniving as to go after Bella." Emmett agreed.

"I really don't care, Emmett. With Bella's luck, she'll go wandering off into the woods at exactly the wrong moment and -" Edward flinched. "Peter isn't known for his self-control. I'm going back Sunday too."

Emmett sighed, shaking his head thoughtfully. 'Exactly like a crazy person'

It was then that Jasper felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, so he reached in and pulled it out, looking down at the text message that read, From Natalie. They had agreed to text since the service wasn't that great up in the Goat Rocks and this way they could still communicate.

Looking down at the message, he sighed and lifted it up to allow his brothers to read it, as well and watched their eyes widen.

To: Jasper
From: Natalie

I think my sister was just given the final clue she needed to figure it all out. - Nat

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