Couldn't leave you all confused and hanging. So here you are :) (Don't hate me, and don't forget my end goals)

Alice

We were all out, giving Edward and Bella some space. Jasper and Emmett were visiting a car show in Portland, Esme and Rosalie were visiting an art museum in Seattle, and Carlisle and I were on a financial venture. We had various financial accounts under different aliases, and even a stock trading company that enabled a movement of our resources into local businesses, startups, hospitals and other things. There was a reason that Forks hospital was surprisingly well outfitted with up to date machinery. I was, of course, the deciding factor on most of our wealth now. Carlisle had done amazingly with his own interests, but the majority of his wealth before I had joined the family was aquired through the selling of real estate, Esme's art, and their uncanny ability to auction valuable and pristine antiquities. Now, I had – for lack of a more appropriate word – revamped the household's wealth, assets, and their location in physicality or cyberspace.

We had just picked a café in Port Angeles, to go over everything we had wrapped up today. Some of the basic city infrastructure in the area would be undergoing renovation this year, not to mention our main road systems would be re-paved, to be as smooth as possible. That was Rosalie's request this year – she wanted not to have to drive over potholes in her shiny new car. We were sitting together, on laptops, with coffee and tea beside us for show, seemingly having an innocent father daughter date night. In actuality we were moving assets, having a very serious discussion about taking some losses to remain inconspicuous, and looking into future investment.

"We could look into improving our next home?" Carlisle asked, suggesting that we begin improvements of the hospitals, streets, city resources, and other such things for wherever our next settlement was. I shut my eyes for a second, browsing my own future, and my inevitable trip to a tourist center. I made it a point to visit the tourist information area in any locations we moved to, to give myself a frame of reference to look into in the future.

I saw myself leaning casually on a car, looking up at our new city, a brochure to 'Abbotsford, BC' was nestled under my arm.

"Abbotsford. British Columbia." I said aloud. Carlisle began typing, looking into where we were going, and what resources were available. The tourism industry was thriving there, it being nestled in the rockies, and our hunting grounds would be vast. In the shadow of the mountains we'd be able to be seen even on sunnier days, once the sun dipped beneath the peaks. I – out of habit when I was bored – flicked through the immediate futures of our family, while pretending to sip from the coffee I'd ordered.

Esme and Rosalie were debating copying a beautiful waterfall scene to hang in one of the upstairs bathrooms. I kept seeing it appear, and then disappear, to be replaced with other art.

Jasper and Emmett were looking into Jazz's new vehicle. They had bought special private access to the car show, to alleviate some of the stress Jazz felt by reducing the crowds. He was switching between car types, but didn't want to settle on anything until he found what he called 'Edward's Aston Martin feeling'.

Bella and Edward were about to go dancing in the rain. I watched with pleasant surprise as I saw my brother let loose, laughing, flipping, spinning, dancing, with Bella. I probed forward in the vision to see if they were going to remember to clean up the muddy mess they'd make, and found myself surprised enough that I spilled a few drops of the coffee.

Edward and Bella were getting….physical. Bella had taken it upon herself to encourage Edward to drop a few of his guards. Not wanting to see too much, I jumped ahead further, and found myself looking at a much worse future.

A horror scene lay on a bed before a very still, very pained looking Edward. On the bed lay an almost naked, and very still Bella. She was beautiful, even in her cold, drained, state. A warm smile was frozen on her lips. I looked into Edward's eyes to see that they were the dark, rich red, of a freshly fed vampire.

I squeezed the handle on my coffee mug so hard that it snapped, spilling ceramic shards, and coffee all over myself, and my laptop. Carlisle rushed to my 'aid', waving off the people around us, and packing up our things quickly, under the guise of running me to the hospital to get checked out. I paid him no notice as I tried with no luck to see into Bella's future. There was none. No vampire, or human continued existence. Edward had not left venom in her, but drained her dry. She was just…. Gone. And then so was he. I forced myself to go back into the events leading up to this point. How much time did I have? I had ensured, early on, that everyone carry a watch with a time stamp on it when we separated, to give myself the best odds of relaying accurate information. This happened today, in less than an hour.

I realised we were in the car when I finally came back to the present. Carlisle had taken the driver's seat.

"Carlisle we need to go. NOW." I blurted. "The closest hospital, park inconspicuously."

I whipped out my phone and tried to call Edward's. I realised with grim horror that it had been fried in the rain. Bella's was operational, but on silent, and resting on top of the piano, and her socks, a full soundproofed floor away from a shortly very distracted Edward. As I directed Carlisle, snippets of Bella's future came back into focus.

"How many pints of blood would Bella need to live?" I asked.

"Three litres." He supplied. "Five is normal."

He stopped the car and I practically flew out of it. I had little to no time to figure this out, and I knew what I needed to do. Carlilse was beside me in a second.

"I need you to get the blood. I'll pull the power. I can give you 15 minutes."

"I won't need that long." He assured me. It was truly a mark of his trust in me that he hadn't even asked questions yet.

We were in and out of there in a matter of minutes. I slipped in, hiding where I needed to escape view from cameras, and slipped into the electrical room. One master switch flip later, and I was gone. I waited by the car, deciding that once Carlisle had the blood, it would be fastest to run straight there. It felt like an eternity, but I knew that Carlisle was as fast as he could be. It didn't take him long to return, arms full of six plastic blood bags. A fleeting vision of Carlisle repeating this gesture to replace the lost blood entered my mind.

"Think about returning blood later. Right now we need to run."

I kept skimming futures, and relaying pertinent information to Carlisle. When we got there it would be close timing. The easiest way would be to jump clear through the window. Any minor scratches Bella attained would be negligible if we could save her. Bella's future chances were grim, but there was one. Carlisle could do it, if I could maneuver Edward. I'd have to rely on instinct and not thought, diverting, perhaps shocking him into stillness and subservience with images of Bella's death. He was super distracted, but if I could mentally bombard him...

I ran faster than I thought I could have, and Carlisle was equally as frantic. Our clothing was suffering for the speed we were running at. I could feel our shoes disintegrating as we pushed our feet through the soles when they landed on the forest floor. We were nearly there. I started focusing on how best to enter, how best to distract, how best to save Bella.

My final, and most sucessful decision, was to leap through the window before Carlisle, mounting Edward from behind and above, and using my momentum to pull him away. In one of two versions of this vision, it worked. The other one, had Bella pulled along with us, and crushed in our resulting landing. This would be up to Edward and his mental need to stop holding onto his food/mate.

It was three strides until we hit the river, and I leapt with all my might ahead of Carlisle, into Edward's bedroom window. The shattered glass fell around us like snowflakes dancing into a room. I had managed to time my jump so that I landed with my hand on Edward's face, and my body mounting his back like a piggyback ride, while thinking furiously of the dead Bella image that I had seen. I clamped my legs to him as he tensed, finally distracted enough from his endeavour. I pulled his head back and my momentum pulled us away from Bella. We crashed messily through the door, and into the hallway, taking parts of the wooden frame with us. He froze in a heap on the floor, and I disentangled myself as soon as possible, vaulting back into the room.

Carlisle had paid no attention to Edward and I, making a direct move toward Bella. He had taken the steps he needed to instantly, crudely jamming the tube opening of the blood bag into the wound on her neck, and squeezing the blood with surreal speed back into her body. As soon as I walked into the room, I caught a vision of him asking me to continue with the blood transfusions while he pumped her heart, so I instantly took the bag from his hands. My hands were shaking with nervous energy as I began copying Carlisle, but his calm and focused manner was something that eased my discomfort. I tried not to look into her future, focusing my full attention on the present. It was difficult, but it kept me grounded in the moment, and fully able to do the job I needed to.

Edward rejoined us, pain and fear evident on his features. He stood there, in shock, watching Carlisle and I do what we could. Bella was breathing, shakily, and we could detect the faint redness of blood re-entering her skin as we filled her again. She hadn't been completely drained when we reached her, a pleasant surprise, but Carlisle informed me that I should push as much blood in as possible.

"More blood cells, more haemoglobin, more oxygen diffusion. She'll be better in recovery." The more we worked on her, the stronger the visions of Bella waking up became. They were leaking into my current vision without my mental searching for them. Her survival was becoming more certain, less hazy, and was even leaking into further future points. I breathed a sigh of relief. She'd live.

Edward disappeared in the time it took for two more bags, but I saw him reappear with Carlisle's doctor's bag. Carlisle took it instantly, as Edward took over the pumping action. I was on my last bag. When I concluded Carlisle pressed the wound together instantly, pinching with his fingers.

"Edward at this point it's your decision. Introduce the venom, or ask her body to heal itself." Carlisle said. Edward's face contorted in confusion.

"She's not already…" he started to ask, clearly shocked.

"No." I interrupted. "You drained her too quickly. It's now up to you to decide what to do."

He faltered for a second, and I caught sight of two things, a Bella writhing in pain as venom coursed through her body, and a Bella waking up drowsy beside a worried Edward. My unwitting, and untimely vision unfortunately sealed her fate.

"Don't you think I've done enough to ruin her life today?" he spat. "I won't put her through that too."

Carlisle took action immediately, and began to stitch the wound, treating her as he would a human, rather than turning her. It was now up to Bella to come through this on her own.

The future was now a jumbled mess.