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Jasper's point of view

"Don't be silly, Jasper," she said. "She can't..." she trailed off.

Bella's heart had stopped beating. That was not supposed to happen. Not this soon. Not for at least a while. I had only seen one or two transformations my self, but even I knew this.

The process was different. Her body functions slowed at an irregular speed. I knew Alice had not injected that much into her. Alice wouldn't do that. And even if Alice had, Bella wouldn't die from that. I decided to ask her, just to be on the safe side.

"Alice," I began. "Exactly how much did you put into her?" I asked, fearful of her answer.

"Less," she said. "Not that much, only so much to cause as little pain as possible."

It took me a minute to digest that. If she had put in less, it would hurt Bella less. Perhaps the transformation needed a bit more poison. I didn't trust myself to do it, because I wasn't as immune or so to blood as Alice seemed to be. She read my mind.

She swooped down to Bella's position and began to drink, slowly at first, and then rapidly. She had injected at least half of Bella's blood with the venom. With luck, that could speed her transformation up.

We both waited patiently, and then I swiftly moved her body to the couch where both Alice and I waited. She put ice on top of Bella's forehead for what seemed like hours. I tried to get food into Bella's body, and wound up using one of Carlisle's machines, careful to make sure that he didn't find that out.

Edward, I knew, could not know of this. He would be coming, I could sense, in at least a day. He'd probably come early, to surprise her, expecting her to jump up in his waiting arms.

We couldn't wait here longer though. I could sense it was crushing Alice. And yet I didn't react. I couldn't believe that she was dead.

"Alice," I started. "You know we'll have to leave. Soon. Somewhere far away. Where Edward couldn't find us. And we'd have to leave today, before he gets back."

"I know,' she whimpered.

We were silent for what seemed like hours. And what had actually been about four.

"I'll get the tickets," I said, breaking the silent. "We'll make it England."

"Hurry," she cried.

Bella's condition had not changed whatsoever in the past days. I filled Alice with tiredness. Even if we could not sleep, Alice still could lose all of her consciousness, and doze out of reality. She could lose her thoughts for a little bit. That effect, of course, didn't last for long. Only for about an hour. But that was enough time to calm her down before she did something really bad.

We took me jeep (I, unlike Edward or Rosalie wasn't obsessed with cars, and didn't bother knowing the difference between a BMW and a Ostanza, or whatever Rosalie's car was called). I carried both Alice and Bella to the car, one by one. Our plane was taking off within the hour.

The airport, driving at my speed (which wasn't as fast as the rest of them) would take us at least twenty minutes. I had bought first class tickets, which would get us through the line quickly.

I had booked Bella as a girl in a coma, with serious problems currently. Alice, I knew, would regain her consciousness by the time we were on the plane.

"What's wrong with this girl again," the man asked for the third time.

"She is in a coma,' I repeated. "You know, where the sweat glands have been overworked and there are serious thread consequences with the brain and that gets into the way. She was sweating blood earlier, which had seeped into her glands by some mistake because her mother just died. And so she's going to visit her father in London...And so she needs to..."

He stopped me. Just like he had to the rest of the three explanations. "Just go," he sighed. "And you better hurry, you'll miss your flight."

"Thanks."

I saw a few girls eyeing me, and then Bella and Alice enviously. I knew this was no time to laugh, but I couldn't help it. Alice would have a fit if she saw this.

It reminded me of that time we were in the Alberta mall, and a few girls were flirting with me, that Alice had draped herself across my shoulder and had started kissing me.

They left, obviously mad.

I didn't worry about Bella much. I knew she would be okay. Things always ended up okay. Always.

We didn't have to worry about that. It would be okay. It would be okay.

I wished I could use my supposed "gifts" on myself, but it seemed not to help. I didn't like it that much either, it made Alice and Rosalie, Emmet; Edward; Carlisle; Esme; and Bella shy away from me.

We made it to the plane, exactly 2 minutes after talking with the security. He didn't think I'd be able to get there in 20.

It departed after Alice, Bella and I had departed. I used the time to make a call to Edward.

"Edward?" the phone rang. He picked up, straight away.

"Alice, Bella and I are going somewhere for a little while. Bella was glum for a bit, and Alice enjoyed the idea of what seperation anxiety would do to you."

I could tell he was getting mad. I used my powers or whatever to calm him down. It was a good thing he couldn't read my thoughts from here, but that I could mess with him emotions here.

"Where are you," he demanded.

I laughed, to try to ease him up a bit. I heard Alice purring beside me. She was lost in a trance. I knew it was not one of those trances however. She was about to wake up. I knew her well enough to know that.

"It's not like I'm going to tell you," I snickered. "Not for awhile at least. And we have a surprise for you, well, not we...but Bella does. She's spending all this time getting it for you. And don't," I put a large emphasis on this word, "try Carlisle and Esme, OR Rosalie and Emmet, because, obviously, they don't know." I laughed, and shut the phone off.

He would be mad, but he would always be curious. His curiosity often got the better of him, and that's exactly how he wounded up meeting Bella.

I just hoped he couldn't find us, not until at least, Bella was okay.

"Jasper," Alice sighed. She startled me. "She's dead. I just saw it. We have to go Jasper, we can't go back now."

Alice was always right. I didn't doubt her.

It was hard for me to form my words though, after that. Edward wasn't going to like this.

"What are we to do with Bella then," I found myself asking.

"I don't know," she had begun crying. "I don't know."