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Chapter 6

*** Jasmine POV ***

As I was walking back to the castle, after leaving my family at the edge of Volterra, I recalled an old memory that I had.

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(A/N- Any underlined text is from Stephenie Meyer's original text taken from the Twilight saga.)

I remember the day clearly. It was something that I didn't forget. Although I was only a year old at the time, technically, I was physically and mentally much older- about the size of a four or five year old physically, mentally I was probably as capable of understanding of a seven year old…as was Renesmee.

I was alone sitting in the white living room, being babysat by my Aunt and Uncle, Rosalie and Emmett. Emmett was thumbing through a book across the room, and Rosalie was busy dusting the bookshelves. I sat on the white sofa, watching them. My family told me that I was very quiet, like my father, and I watched Rosalie dusting, assessing her emotions at the same time. From what I could feel, she was bored, yet there was an undercurrent of something…anger…jealousy? I wasn't quite sure. I think I startled Rosalie, interrupting her.

"Why do you hate me, Auntie Rose?" I questioned, point-blank. She jumped fractionally at the sound of my voice, but recovered quickly.

"Hate you?" Rose repeated. "Jasmine, I don't hate you."

"I don't understand. Everytime I'm around you I can feel anger or something. Why? Have I done something to make you angry?" I explained.

"No. You haven't done anything to make me angry. I'm just jealous of your parents."

"What have they done?"

"They had you. Would you like to hear my story, Jasmine?" She questioned taking a seat next to me. I nodded, intrigued. " I lived in a different world than you do. My human world was a much simpler place. It was nineteen thirty-three. I was eighteen and I was beautiful. I knew what I wanted out of life, and there didn't seem to be any way that I wouldn't get exactly what I wanted. I was young and shallow, but I was content."

She continued, " My parents' influence had been such that I also wanted the material things of life. I wanted a big house with elegant furnishings that someone else would clean and a modern kitchen that someone else would cook in. As I said, I was young and shallow. I didn't see any reason why I wouldn't get these things."

I nodded for her to continue, trying to imagine what she was going through.

"There were a few more things I wanted that were more meaningful. One thing in particular. My very closest friend was a girl named Vera. She married young, just seventeen. She married a man my parents would never have approved of for me…a carpenter. A year later she had a son, a beautiful little boy with dimples and curly black hair. It was the first time that I ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life."

She looked at me, sadness evident in her eyes. " You see Jasmine, Even when I was human, I've always wanted a child of my own. It's something that I will never have. I was turned into a vampire before I was able to start a family of my own."

"Why not try now? With Uncle Emmett?" I asked confused.

"We've tried. But it will never happen. You see, when you become a vampire, your body is frozen in whatever state you are in. Vampire's bodies don't change. It's a miracle Alice was able to have you in the first place. I look at Reneesmee, and I know that she's part human, so she grows and matures like a normal child. Bella got pregnant with her while she was still human. Humans bodies are able to change to adapt to having children."

"That makes sense." I agreed.

"I also look at you, knowing that somehow Alice was able to get pregnant with you even though she shouldn't have been able to at all. I wish I knew how it happened…" her voice trailed off.

"So you could have your wish come true, right Auntie Rose?" I finished. "You wish for a child of your own."

"With every part of my existence." she confirmed.

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I pushed the memory to the back of my mind, and focused on what I had to do.

***A couple days later***

"Hey, Jane. Can you do me a favor?" I called, to her. I was down in the kitchen area where there was stored blood in case of an emergency. Aro had asked me to bring in some blood for him and the others, and I had obliged. I had seen Jane walk by, pausing as I called her name. Her ruby eyes studying me warily, as I heated up the thick liquid.

"That depends. What do you need?"

"Aro, Cauis and Marcus wanted me to grab some blood for them, but I'm kind of busy at the moment…" I started to explain, pouring the liquid from the heated jug into three smaller cups. "Would you just bring these to them for me? I would really appreciate it."

Jane sighed. "Alright."

"Thanks. I owe you one!" I handed her the small tray, and she left the kitchen. The moment Jane was out of sight, I felt a vision hit me. It only lasted a few seconds, but what I saw was terrifying. I could see the three members of the Volturi appearing as if they were choking. An overwhelming sense of dread swallowed me whole as I saw Jane also in the room with them.

I followed after her, when my vision ended. Maybe I could stop her… Only when I heard them swallowing the blood, that I knew I was too late. I burst through the doors. I stopped and turned my attention to the three oldest vampires who appeared to be choking. "Jane! What did you do! What's happening?!?" I screamed. I rushed over to Aro's side.

Jane stood motionless, her ruby eyes watching the scene around her. Her blonde hair falling around her face. Suddenly, she bolted from the room, and I was the only one in there with them. I watched as the potion took effect. The three vampires became paralyzed…since they couldn't die.

I screamed as loud as I could. I knew that the guard would be able to hear and come running. Sure enough, the doors burst open, and ten other vampires flooded in.

"NO!" I screamed, collapsing onto the ground. "Why! Why? Why would she do this to them!" I felt hands on my shoulders, and a voice in my ear.

"What are you talking about?" Felix asked.

"It was Jane! She did this! I saw it!" I dry sobbed into him. "I just know it!"

"How, Jasmine? What did she do?" He asked, pulling me away slightly and looking into my eyes.

"I saw a shop…with potions and things…poison… She must have used poison…then mixed it with the drinks." I described, closing my eyes, remembering my 'vision'. "I saw what she was going to do and tried to stop her…I was too late!"

"What did the shop look like?"

"It was dark. Stone walls. Glass bottles." I described. "I can't see anything else."

"Let's go." Someone barked and the room emptied leaving me alone with the smoldering fire.