Normal time (Or 1 hour after the 'family meeting')

Nessie's POV

My head began to clear almost immediately after I had fainted. It must have been a second or two I was unconscious. Still, I was wondering if I had even really fainted, and not dreamt the whole thing up, because I wasn't waking up on the ice, shivering, like I should have been. I was warm…almost hot, an unusual climate for this state. I was thinking that, until I caught the woodsy scent, and recognized it as Jacob. I fluttered my eyes open. I felt my head bounce and I twisted my head. I saw Jacob had put me in his arms and we were heading back to the house now.

I groaned and lifted my head. "I'm fine," I protested.

Jacob looked down and his face washed with relief, "Oh god. Are you alright?"

I nodded but I didn't try prying myself away from Jacob. It suddenly felt nice and I was content lying in his arms. I also felt very girly and protected….at least, after the shock of waking left.

"Fine," I muttered. "Geesh, I'm getting more like a human everyday! Passing out like that. I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

I saw my dad's eyes flash. "The Volturi," He told me. "They're coming."

The wave of blackness swept through me again, but I didn't sink into it. Instead, I narrowed my eyes and looked forward to avoid it.

"Why?" I whispered. "We didn't do anything wrong…" The lie was so obvious, but both Jacob and Edward ignored it. We all knew I had screwed up, done something wrong. I remembered the vivid memories of Alex, his sweet face, and the burning kisses in his car. I also remembered how his face turned into evil after he found out I wasn't truly human. But we had covered our tracks well.

"We don't know," My dad said. His eyes pulled down as he was running. It didn't matter where or even he did look while he ran or walked, it was all second nature to vampires.

I was about to reply, but I heisted and stopped myself from speaking out loud.

"No, it isn't your fault," My dad assured. He had read my mind after all.

I doubted that it wasn't my fault; after all, he was my father. He was supposed to make me feel better. I looked at Jacob, but I couldn't get an honest answer from him either. His mouth was turned down like he was disappointed at me for even thinking it was my fault for a second.

I sighed.

"Why are we going back to the house?" I said. My words bounced as I did in Jacob's arms.

My dad glanced at me like I was crazy. I knew what I looked like; he must've been thinking; 'well, why not go to the house, with the poor state you're in?' I was cold and shivering – not mention worried to the point of fainting when I heard the current news. I was surprised that Jacob hadn't taken me into the house immediately after he found me on the ice. That may have been because we were too busy kissing though.

My dad answered for me anyway. "We need to have another family meeting with you and Jacob. To see what to do," He said.

I noticed that he said; "another family meeting" and that hurt my feelings. I hated being kept out of stuff because I was the youngest one. I hadn't voiced out my concern before – there wasn't a need to – but I should do it soon. Shouldn't my family know that I was mature and an adult in my own species standards?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jacob's eyes widen. I cocked my head, wondering why that was, until I realized it myself. I jerked my hands off from around his neck like I had been shocked. I knew I had accidently sent my thoughts to him, a big mistake. Why should he be troubled with my concerns, especially when he took them all too seriously?

Jacob didn't say anything though, so I just ignored it, and pretended it didn't happen. I focused back on the journey home.

When we reached home, the door was wide open. Because of that, inside was even colder than the outside. I begged Jacob anyway to set me down, and I ran into the den, where the 'meeting' was taking place. Without pausing to say hello, I got a quick fire started by throwing logs in and a match. I ran to the laundry room and grabbed five of the heaviest blankets and wrapped them around me so tightly like I was a growing butterfly in a cocoon. I hopped back in the den, toward the fire place.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Emmett asked me in between his booming laughs. He was the only one who laughed. The others in the den were sitting on the couch and chairs. They had similar faces to my dad's, except for Aunt Rosalie, who looked like a predator going in for its prey.

"I-I'm f-f-f-f-rez-z-zing," I stuttered.

I splat down near the fire, and started to tend to it. It was my lucky day. The coldest day of the year, one day of the freezing January month, and I was stuck in Alaska.

When Jacob came in the den he saw me and laughed too. Not such a booming laugh as Emmett, but loud enough. My face flushed.

"I'm c-c-cold!" I complained, a little annoyed.

Jacob's face instantly turned from humor to shame. (The joys of imprinting) "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to warm you up?"

"Yes please."

Jacob peeled off the layers of blankets surrounding me. I was exposed to the cold air for one second, and then it was Jacob around me. He was air surrounding. It felt nice.

I smiled, "I think my lips are turning a little blue from the cold."

Jacob smiled too and kissed me in a passionate way. It worked; my lips felt bubbly and warm afterword.

I pointed down on my neck, "Its cold here, maybe warm that up too?"

My dad came in and scowled at me. "Can we stay on track?"

At this, my Aunt Alice rose up and held her all-too-familiar notebook close to her chest. Her face was the picture of frustration.

"To catch Nessie and Jacob up, I'm pretty much going to have to repeat everything I mentioned earlier," Alice said. She shot a glance at my dad that clearly said; 'why couldn't you have gotten them here earlier?' "Anyway, Nessie, Jacob, the reason we're in full code panic here is because I had two visions."

"Two?" I asked. "I thought you just had one about the Volturi coming."

"Yes and no," Alice said in her pretty bell-pitched voice. "The first one was about the Volturi coming. My second one was about Alex. He was…is going to be…killed by the Volturi."

Everyone heard my sudden, sharp intake of breath.

Alice continued on, "because he's connected to the vampire world by you, Nessie, it's a very…unusual vision since I can't see you future-wise." She sighed, "And since Alex was killed by the Volturi, interconnecting the whole thing, it suggests that the reason the Volturi are coming…is that it's for you."

Jacob's grasp around me tightened. "They're not getting a hold of her. Not over my fucking dead body."

I peeked up at Jacob. I never had really heard him curse before. But, all the same, it touched my heart that he cared for me.

"Another unusual thing is that Alex was holding a paper when he died," Alice said. I noticed she hadn't told me how exactly he died. Maybe it was out of respect, for me not knowing the horrors of his death and all. (After all, every death the Volturi caused was horror.) "And when he was dead, Jane took it from him. I don't know why, and I can't see a single thing!"

Alice rubbed her forehead, and curved her face into determinedness.

"Wait, back up," I said. "Let me get this straight. I apparently caused a Volturi visit because of something with me and Alex. This is odd because Alice can't see my future or anyone else's future I affect." I thought again, "Plus there's this paper that is being passed along and you don't know why."

Jacob nodded, "Sounds crazy to me too, Nessie."

"Well, the Volturi are still coming," Rosalie hissed at Jacob. The two had still not overcome their difficult problems with each other.

"Argh," Alice said, pulling out of her blank-staring state. "I can't read anyone's future. It's too blurry and short to make out. My visions are worthless."

She hung her head like she had committed a great crime. Jasper silently walked over and tucked her head in his arms and rubbed her back smoothly. Everyone was talking in mummers.

"Why can't we just run away?" I suggested in the silent air.

Everyone looked away from Alice to meet my eyes. I cringed into Jacob, as if afraid of the piercing stares.

"They still have the tracker," My dad said, grinding his teeth together. "It's impossible."

"Move back to where we were before?" Grandma Esme suggested. "Prevent Alex's death somehow and figure this all out?"

No one answered, because no one knew, not even Alice. Her eyes were staring blank pits, but they were staring into what she couldn't grasp at the moment.

A/N: I hoped I made Alice a desperate and angst character. I figured if you were a vampire and lost your powers you utterly depended on, you would act the same way. Anyway, please R&R!