A/N: Awwwwwww. I get so many hits, but no one ever wants to review the story! I swear, I'm all sad. I had a much bigger response last time. Now I'm all depressed and crap. :[ Thanks to everyone who HAS reviewed! I really appreciate you guys! I thought it might be a good idea to start cutting the chapters in half. Maybe with the extra updates/shorter chapters, it'll stay current enought that people will find it. ::sniff!::


I didn't get much sleep after that. The other girls stumbled in an hour or so later. From the occasional burst of giggling, and the sound of one girl being violently ill in the toilet, I gathered that they had found the dance club after all.

I wanted to avoid talking to any of them. Even if I hadn't been anti-social to begin with, I still wouldn't have wanted to converse with a group of intoxicated girls. So I pretended to be asleep, keeping my breathing slow and my eyes closed. Not that they noticed, or probably even cared. Thankfully, they all passed out within fifteen minutes of each other.

I stared at the ceiling, barely perceiving the patterned swirls in the dim light that shone through the window. I let my mind drift back to the mysterious phone call I had received. I still wasn't too sure that the phone call hadn't been a dream.

I decided to look at this from both sides. On one hand, the phone call could have been a very realistic dream. It wasn't as if I hadn't had them before. But the more complicated - and confusing - explanation was that Alice had somehow found out where I was and had really called me.

To warn me.

But of what? Had she seen something? My mind immediately flashed to Laurent's face. Oh. I had almost forgotten. I mentally scolded myself. I was becoming as forgetful as Renee.

After all, it was the only logical explanation. I had run into Laurent, who for all I knew enjoyed humans for dinner on a nightly basis, and I get a phone call from Alice shortly after.

But why did the call disconnect so abruptly? I shivered. Wild images ran through my mind of Laurant cutting the phone wire, like in some cheesy horror flick, but that was silly. He obviously wasn't in the room, and the phone wire was still intact.

I hoped nothing had happened to Alice. Surely she was okay. What did she say again? I let the words replay themselves in my head.

"Listen, Bella! I've seen something horrible! Please, what ever you do, don't go -"

Something horrible. What was something horrible? With my luck, probably my death at the hands of Laurant. And where shouldn't I go?

Maybe if I pretended I was sick, I could hole up in my room for the rest of this godforsaken trip.


Of all the things that could have gone wrong - flat tire, the car exploding, a tornado - it just had to be her cell phone deciding to go dead.

"Oh for the love of -!" Alice clinched the cell phone in her small hand, crushing it.

Jasper raised an eyebrow in question.

"It went dead! Do you have your cell -"

"Emmett sat on it, remember?" he interrupted.

"Damn. Let's just get to the airport. We don't have time to turn around and warn Carlisle. You know how Edward's been lately. He'll probably disappear again within the next few days. I can't believe we actually got him to come to Carlisle and Esme's anniversary celebration in the first place. We haven't seen him in months."

Jasper took her hand, giving it a small squeeze. Alice barely noticed.

"We'll just have to make sure that no one but us knows about this . . ." she trailed off.

See his wife like this, Jasper calmed and soothed her frazzled emotions.

"We'll do everything in our power to make it there in time," he promised.

Alice nodded, grateful. "I just hope we can reach her. Before he does anyhow."


Well, at least I wasn't the only one who looked awful this morning. Jess, Lauren, and Emma looked like hell. It was very plain to see that they were suffering from last night's festivities. I, on the other hand, who looked just as bad as the rest, at least wasn't complaining about loud noises and light.

Today was the day of the optional trip to Denali National Park, along with a helicopter tour of the mountain. I had planned not to go. Everyone who didn't go was heading off to the mall with Coach Clapp. Alice's warning replayed itself in my mind.

The mall would have many people. It would be easy to get separated from the group. It would be just as easy for someone to separate me from the group. A bus ride to Denali and a helicopter tour of a mountain didn't involve as much risk as waltzing out into a crowded city did. Besides, I was already planning on going to the mall before I had gotten that phone call. Maybe not going to the mall was the answer.

With a tired sigh, I made up my mind. I would go with the group to Denali. And I would definitely not be looking for any vampires. The whole lot of them have caused me enough heartache already. I grasped myself around my middle, trying desperately to take my mind off vampires and topaz eyes.

There had been a few inquiries into my disappearance last night, but I begged off by telling them I had lost them in the crowd. Emma gave me a strange look, but Jessica and Lauren took my lie at face value. Emma didn't question me, for which I was thankful.

I watched wearily as my roommates bustled around the too small room. It seemed as if they were packing to go on the helicopter tour. When I asked why they would carry so much for just the day, Lauren laughed at me. She winced immediately afterwards, and I was vindictively pleased.

"Oh Bella! Don't be stupid! Didn't you hear about the snow storm that's coming through? What if we get snowed in and can't make it back until tomorrow? I, for one, will not be leaving my toothbrush behind!" She gave me a pointed look, as if my dental health offended her.

I subconsciously rubbed my tongue against my teeth, scowling. My mouth was perfectly healthy.

"If they didn't think it was safe, then the teachers wouldn't let us go on the tour in the first place," mumbled Emma. She, like me, didn't seem to be packing her toothbrush.

"Well, I always say it's better to be safe than sorry," added Jessica, popping a couple of Tylenol into her mouth.

"Oh wow, Jess! Can I please have some of that?" begged Emma.

"Me too!" chimed in Lauren, eyeing Jessica's large bottle.

I rolled my eyes. Served the lot of them right for drinking too much.


Alice froze.

The man behind her barely stopped himself from colliding into her back.

"Hey! Watch it!" blustered the man.

Jasper gave a barely audible growl, taking Alice's arm and gently leading her the rest of the way out from the plane. They only had fifteen minutes to make it to their next flight.

Alice blinked rapidly, coming back to herself.

"Her future's changed . . ." she muttered.

Jasper sighed, relieved. "For the better?"

Alice shook her head. "Hang on. I'm only getting glimpses. She's not going to the mall anymore, which is a good thing. She's on a tour bus . . . Just let me try again."

Jasper waited patiently as his wife's face went blank once more.

"NO!" gasped Alice, reaching out to steady herself on Jasper's shoulder.

"What is it?" he asked, urgency coloring his usually calm voice.

"Bella! Oh God! We're going to be too late!"


A/N: Well doesn't that just suck major pimp dick? Seems like Alice and Jasper are going to be too late. Heeeeey, if I get some reviews, I could post super soon. After all, I got the a few chapps written up, just waiting to be posted. I just don't want to post all at once. Then I doubt I'd EVER get reviews. You know, I know that, ideally, I should just write for the joy of writing, but when the response I get is so . . . lacking . . . I get discouraged. So even if you HATED the story/chapter/whatever, at least send something TELLING me so.

Ugh. I've turned into one of THOSE kind of authors. Shit. Just kill me already. Sorry for the begging. It's SO unbecoming. Maybe I really am bi-polar.