I am BACK!!! *a crowd erupts in deafening cheers and applause* Eh hem... anyway... I'm glad to be back... just took a long vacation of my mind from my writing, focused on my novel for a while. I fervently hope that this chapter will be met with as much appreciation as the last two, and I hope I did it justice. Still have the poll on my profile of what I should do next, so if you haven't yet, please vote. It means a lot to me. Enjoy, and I apologize for the long wait.

-Ember Sage (Dang it feels good to be able to write that again! :D)

APOV

The clearing was thick with battle.

Soaring bodies flew through the air.

I watched it as if in slow motion.

And then a vision hit me.

But it was too late.

The impact of the force of an imposing body nearly slammed me into the ground.

I made no sound.

Around the clearing, the pained voices of my family cried, "Alice!"

I made no sound.

I felt the sharp teeth at my porcelain throat.

I made no sound.

And I remembered.

I remembered the first day of my new life, my first memory.

Of my bewilderment, my confusion, my loneliness.

But also, I remembered my hope.

I remembered the strange man that appeared in my visions, his scarlet eyes and moonlit skin glowing under the fluorescents of a streetlight near the entrance of a dark alley.

He was grimacing, his eyes livid.

And yet… he was still beautiful.

And I remember waiting for that same man, in a small, extremely unsanitary diner.

The lights were flickering above, the thunder rumbling above, the lighting smashing and temporarily illuminating the surrounding darkness.

I remember the small silver bell placed above the door, and the hinges moaning and creaking as it had not been oiled in at least fifteen years.

I remember the worn leather material of the barstool, the edges frayed and beat after years of use.

I remember his expression, how guarded he was, how uncertain.

And I remember walking up to him, a spring in my step, oozing confidence and reassurance.

He was confused.

And I held my hand out to him, and he took it, and I began the life I was destined to live.

If only it didn't have to end so soon.

My memories then flash to our wedding day, the honeymoon, and the beginning of our lives as members of the "Cullen family".

I remember my bliss, extreme happiness, but I also remember Jasper's hesitancy.

Oh, how I had wished that he would be comfortable with us, and I know now how extremely selfish I had been then.

I only wanted him to be happy, but for me, happiness had only one definition, one route.

The Cullens.

The years flew by, and they had been filled with doubt, and struggles, strife and uncertainty. But they also had been filled with hope, and love.

And that was how I now wished to always remember them.

I felt the small, pearly daggers slip into my skin, taking firm hold.

I made no sound.

Cries filled with agony filled the air, thunder rumbling once more, as it had the day of my "creation", and the day of my new beginning, and now the beginning of my end, my demise.

I love you Jasper.

I felt no regrets, only that I had had a longer time here, with my family, and my love.

But what is meant to be, is meant to be.

Fate has no variables, nothing that is object to change.

It is set in stone.

I love you Jasper.

I hope that someday, he will be able to move on. To continue his existence, even if he is in struggle with his grief and pain.

I feel his pain, and I will empathize with his loss.

For I will have lost him, also.

But I will remain, with him, in spirit.

For no being, divine or otherwise, had the power, the strength, to separate, to divide, what had been decided upon long ago.

To mess with fate was a struggle made in vain.

I love you Jasper.

But somewhere, deep inside, I know it will not be long until I am reunited with my other half once again.

We are like the moon and sun, yin and yang; you cannot have one without the other.

I need him.

I love you Jasper.

And so, as the pain of those daggers once again registers in my mind, I send one last telepathic request to my brother.

Tell him I love him, Edward.

I hear Edward's cries, as he already mourns my loss, and the second of which he is sure will follow.

The teeth slowly begin to tear my granite flesh apart, and the world erupts into a magnitude of color.

Flashes and lights, rainbow and negative, fill the skies. The sound of the strife surrounding is muted, and what is left is pure ecstasy.

But also pain.

My view slowly lightens, and the colors fade, until what is left is pure white.

I look around in wonder.

The smell of burning wood and stifling smoke drift into the distance, and the sharp, extremely uncomfortable pain at my neck is no longer present.

I take one step forward, but sense so movement, no realization that I had come to a newer place than I had been before.

And I closed my eyes, but it was happy, and painful, because all I saw was my beloved's face.

His smile, his laugh, his eyes.

I loved him beyond comprehension.

Jasper….

I love you.

I sensed no passing of time, only the presence of the overwhelming abyss.

I wondered vaguely of what was happening, what sense of limbo I was currently in, but then, it did not matter.

It held no importance, only to satisfy my ever-present curiosity, and that was not needed.

And then, he was there, with me.

He walked toward me, and the surrounding light faded into vivid hues of oranges and reds, blues and purples, grays and yellows.

And I was happy, and satisfied.

I glowed.

The colors morphed to piece together pictures of our shared time together, depicting the small neck of woods we had been betrothed in, the small, secluded cottage for our honeymoon, the Cullen's home at the period where we had finally located them, our room at the present household, the airport of which we had been reunited after the longest and most frightening time of being apart.

The pictures flashed as he continued to stride toward me.

Both of our faces glowed happily, and my heart swelled, feeling as if it were about to burst.

The void was filled, the confusion and loneliness once more dismissed, and the comforting sense of belonging once more present.

I was whole again.

I hope this satisfied your expections, and you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you thought. I am considering doing this also in Esme's or Edward's or Rosalie's or Emmett's POV (I'm not very good at Bella. :D) Thanks again!