A/N: Jasper talks some and I think Alice has a meltdown.



Chapter 28
Bella POV

"Jake you know how Nessie loves you right? Well, she kept talking about you, when we were up there and everything. She missed you. So, I don't know what we're going to do now. Because I know we're not going to make little trips every week."

"I know. The Rez said that their seniors would graduate a little early this year, and my dad keeps talking about how I should apply for a scholarship." He gave a nervous laugh. "I think it's kinda stupid, rushing into everything you know? No offense."

"None taken. So, if you were going to apply for a scholarship, where would you want to go?"

Jacob blew out a big breath. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe somewhere close to here—or at least in Oregon."

"Well, and this is just a thought, what about Dartmouth?"

"Are you serious? Bella, you couldn't even afford to go there—well not without help."

"Like I said; just a thought. But Jake, Renesmee really missed you."

"I know, I know. So what are we going to do?"

I opened my mouth to speak when Edward and Nessie came back. They hadn't even settled in when Edward said, "I spoke to Jasper; he said Alice is having too vivid visions."

"What does that mean?"

"She's screaming and panting."

"Oh my God. Is she okay?"

"She should be."

"I think I'd better go," Jacob said pointing his thumb toward the door.

"Okay, sure."

I watched Jacob leave and locked the door behind him. I wondered for a second if my going crazy had anything to do with Alice's visions.

Jacob POV

I felt something was off when I was running home.

I felt like I was being watched.

The wind was still and—even though it was almost dark—the birds were silent. Out of the many times I've ran through the forests as a wolf, it never felt like this.

A twig broke and I whirled around. There stood a girl the same size as Alice but she wasn't as pale and had longer hair. I saw standing next to her was a tall man that almost reminded me of Carlisle. Now why am I comparing them to the Cullens? I asked myself, because they're vampires, too. Well, not the girl.

The girl smiled an evil grin—a sneer? She said something but her lips didn't move. I'm Jane, she said. I put together the tid-bits I'd just witnessed. Short, dark hair, name's Jane, talked to me in my head…

Holy Crap, its Jane volturi! Only she's not. She's too tan and the other Jane doesn't have telepathy. I knew I shouldn't have phased. I sighed and ran some ways into the trees and phased. This was so stupid.

I jogged back only to find that they were gone.

Edward POV

I smelled something when I was out with Nessie. It was in between sweet and musky. I couldn't think of anything that would come even close. It stung my nose yet soothed it. It couldn't possibly be a new hybrid, could it? But what would they be made of? Could it be a shape shifter and a vampire? That's not possible. Leah is the only known female shape shifter and she's still alive.

Too many questions, too many questions, I thought, too much information for my head to go through only to put together one answer.

I realized that I have never come to a time where there was too much to process, ever. During when I was human, of course, but never did this happen after I changed.

Someone was messing with my head; I could sense it. But I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't locate the source. In two days we would be back in New Hampshire and we would resume our classes.

I thumbed through the old journals from the 1920's. I figured I might as well see what was in these old books.

I was preparing to leave. I was going off because I hated myself. Hated what I was. Back then I was in denial and depressed. Hard times. That was what it was, a decade or so before the great depression. It's sort of ironic.

A lonely childhood, orphaned, deathly ill, agonizing pain from the venom, equals very depressing and very ironic.

But as I've repeated to myself every time I've peeked in my journals, "That's all in the past, I'm in the present." Then I would go down stairs or where ever as I was doing now. My Bella was sitting at the dining table tracing the designs in the wood with her fingers.

She sighed then said, "I know you're there."

"Will I ever get the chance to just sit and observe?"

She did a little head roll and gave me "the look" then said, counting them off on her fingers, "You weren't sitting, and no I don't think you will."

I smiled as I said, "Why so snooty, booty?" In return I received a giggle that escaped from her little, unproportioned, lips.

"Where did that come from?"

"A movie. I don't know which though."

Her face fell back the grim expression she previously wore. She spoke softly, mumbling. "So we're going back tomorrow, huh."

"Yes." My head jerked at the cracking sound. Bella held a chunk of the table in her hand. I hadn't noticed that we had both bowed our heads. "We're going to have to get Esme a new table you know."

"I don't really care. I just don't know why we have to leave. Or why I even want to stay here longer," she said, still mumbling.

"Strange world isn't it?"

"Could you stop with the sarcasm?" She stared me right in the eye and lowered her voice. "I'm sorry."

I reached over and took her hand in mine. "I remember when I was afraid to do this. One touch—and I'd be exposed. You wouldn't be what you are today." I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it. "And I wouldn't be what I am now. You saved me from myself."

"A little too melodramatic don't you think?"

I leaned over the table and kissed her and stroked her hair. "There's my Bella, my love." She smiled and kissed me back.