Seth's Point of View

I woke up after having dozed off for a while. I thought long and hard about Jasmine and I knew I couldn't possible let her go to face the Volturi alone. I'd tell her as soon as I found her, she wasn't on the couch where she'd fallen asleep. I went into the kitchen, hoping to find her with Leah.

"Morning, little brother," she said.

I rolled my eyes. "Morning, Leah."

"Have you seen Jasmine?" she asked. "I expected to wake up and find you both together but you were alone and her room was empty. Have any clue where she went?"

I might've sworn my heart stopped in that instant. I couldn't imagine Jasmine would've taken advantage of my being asleep to leave on a plane to Volterra. I went back to the couch only to find a white piece of folded paper. My name was scribbled on the front. With trembling hands, I opened it.

Dearest Seth,

I'm sorry, Seth, but I had to leave. Alice sent me a message. The Volturi knows—or will know—about me and the Cullens are to be burned. I know I might be too late, but I had to try. If I don't make it back, I want you to know that I truly do love you. With my whole heart and soul I do. How terrible I feel that I couldn't spend more time with you. No matter where I go, I'll never forget about you, Seth Clearwater. You're the love of my life and it will stay that way. If this is goodbye, then so be it. Keep this to remember me by. I love you.

Yours forever, alive or dead,

Jasmine Isabella Cullen

I saw exactly the spots where her tears had landed while writing this to me. It seemed her hand had been shaking as well. Fighting back tears myself; I saw what she wanted me to keep in order to remember her. Enclosed in the letter was the seashell I'd given her the first day I told her I loved her.

It might've been seconds or hours, but I was running. I had gone full wolf and I was running. I knew where I was going. I was going to Volterra, Italy to save my reason for being. Jasmine wouldn't die. She would live, even if I had to take her place at the graveyard. I pushed my legs as fast as they would go, hoping I wasn't too late.

Jasmine's Point of View

I was able to bribe my way into getting on the next plane to Volterra. Alice had, for some reason, left exactly a million dollars in my wallet and I used it to my advantage. The plane had just landed and I was running as fast as I possibly could to make it to my family before the Volturi did. I touched my hand to my neck and felt as if a knife had just stabbed my heart when I remembered who I'd left behind to come here. My eyes blinded with tears, I kept running.

"Miss!" a man called from a car. "Do you need a ride?"

I stopped. I wasn't the fastest runner, maybe a car could get me there faster. I nodded and walked toward the sleek, black car. He opened the door for me and he was driving. I got a good look at his face and gasped. This man was a vampire, with gleaming red eyes.

"Sir," I said politely, "you know who the Volturi are, correct?"

He seemed stunned by my knowledge but nodded.

"They have my family, sir. The Cullens are in grave danger of being burned to death. And it's all my fault! I need to get to the Volturi's palace immediately!"

"How is this all your fault?" he asked.

So I told him, through tears. I told him about how I had been adopted into a family of vegetarian vampires. How they'd told me their secret and put their eternal lives in danger. He simply nodded all the way through. When I was finished, he seemed deep in thought.

"The Cullens, did you say they were?"

"Yes."

He gasped, turning to look at me. "Carlisle Cullen?"

I nodded.

"Ah, Carlisle. My old friend. We met in the seventeen hundreds, when he lived with the Volturi. He introduced me to his method but I didn't enjoy animal blood much. I find drinking from humans much more appetizing."

I gasped and cringed away from him. He laughed at my terrified expression.

"Oh, don't worry," he said. "I've fed off of many beautiful girls, but none of them as beautiful as you. It would be a shame to kill the beauty, don't you think?" He smiled revealing a mouth full of white, glistening teeth. I felt the blush coming to my cheeks. I still wasn't used to being called even pretty—let alone beautiful.

"I'm sorry, I've been rather rude, haven't I?" he said. He extended his hand to me and I took it.

"Thomas Henderson," he introduced himself.

"Jasmine Isabella Cullen," I said, shaking his frozen, pale hand.

"Jasmine Isabella Cullen," he repeated under his breath. "It suits you. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

He kissed my hand and released it. It didn't feel comfortable. This man's ice cold skin wasn't what I was used to. I'd much rather have Seth's warm hands around mine. The emptiness returned, bringing tears to my eyes. Thomas's finger came up and wiped away a tear. It still didn't feel right to me. I cringed. "Don't cry," he whispered. "We'll get to your family in time."

I nodded and he stared ahead at the road. I finally got a good look at the man sitting next to me.

His pale skin was exactly like I was used to. It was like marble. He had high cheekbones and looked like he might've been changed when he was about eightteen. His hair looked like brown slik, and, like all vampires, he was inhumanly gorgeous.

About a minute later, we came to a stop in front of a sewer. I wondered why we were here. I shrugged internally. If it would get me to Alice, Jasper, and the rest of the Cullens, it was worth it. I was about to open my car door, but Thomas was already there with my door opened and his hand extended to me. I ignored it which seemed to bother him but he didn't say anything about it."Thank you, Mr. Henderson," I said as he closed my door.

"Please," he said. "Call me Thomas."

"Thomas," I said, nodding.

I stood back as he pulled the top off of the sewer. He jumped in and I stared in awe.

"Don't worry," he said. "I won't let you fall."

I walked forward and let myself drop into the cold arms below. He carried me like a baby as he walked down the long tunnel that was the sewer.

"Put me down," I argued. I thrashed a bit to get him to put me down. He chuckled at my efforts.

"Don't be like that, beautiful," he said. His lips her almost at mine when he said this. I cringed away from him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Henderson," I said. "But I do have a boyfriend."

"Is that so?" he mused. "Is he as handsome as I am?"

I decided to pretend I was in court. Speak the truth and nothing but the truth. "Even more so," I said. And it was the truth.

"Is that so?" he repeated. I nodded. "Is he a vampire?"

"No, actually," I said. "He's a werewolf."

"A werewolf!" he exclaimed, bemused. "Do they always make you smell so putrid?"

"He smells just fine to me," I said. I felt my lip stick out in a pout.

"You're cute when you're angry," Thomas said, his mouth again near mine.

"Thomas Henderson, I demand you put me down this instant!" I screamed. He laughed again and put me on my feet.

"So cute," he repeated. I crossed my arms and kept my head held high. We walked forward in silence, aside from my intakes of breath when Thomas attempted to touch my hand. I would just yank my hand away and walk forward quickly, with him chuckling behind. After some time, I heard screams of pain and agony. I knew who they belonged to.

"Alice!" I screamed, racing forward. I didn't care about anything anymore. I didn't care about anything besides Alice's pain. I walked into the same stone room I saw in my nightmare and screamed at the scene in front of me. It was so much worse than my nightmare. I was surprised it didn't make me faint.

Alice and Jasper were on the floor in pain. Jane—she was the same woman I'd seen in my dream—was laughing at their torment. Renesmee was being held in the arms of a man and Edward was at his side, being very still. His eyes met mine for a moment and he gasped.

"Silence!" Jane screamed at him. He shut his mouth abruptly and I mouthed "I'm sorry" at him. On the floor in front of Jane, were Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, and Esme. Each of them were screaming in agony. Renesmee was merely crying and the man holding her had a devious smile upon his face.

"Don't cry, my darling," he said to her.

"Don't call me darling, Aro," Renesmee said back. So this was Aro. I couldn't stand the sight of him. He repulsed me.

I knew there was someone I was missing. Where was Bella? My eyes searched the room for her until I found her, standing very still. I was too happy to see that she wasn't screaming in agony to remember my nightmare.

"Bella!" I screamed running toward her. Her eyes were closed and she was shaking uncontrollably. That was the first time anyone noticed me. I heard several cries of my name in the background, but they were quickly replaced with yelps of pain.

That was when I dropped to the floor.

It was so much more painful than I'd dreamed. I started screaming, kicking, and crying. I thrashed on the floor and Jane's chuckled turned into hysterical laughter.

"Bella!" I screamed through my pain. "Bella! You can run! She can't hurt you!" I couldn't formulate words anymore. The pain was too much.

Jane snickered. "Oh, she can move, of course. The girl simply doesn't want to." She made her way over to Bella and patted her arm. "Isn't that right, Bella?"

"Stop hurting her, Jane," Bella had whispered. The pain that was inflicted on me next was even more painful then I remembered. I screamed and sobbed in pain.

"Fine," the one called Jane had said. "You leave me one option."

"No!" Bella screamed but it was too late. Edward and Renesmee cried out. Bella moaned in agony at seeing her family being hurt.

"Silence!" Jane had yelled toward Edward and Nessie but they couldn't help themselves. Their screams of agony became worse and worse, and, just like in my nightmare, it forced Bella to fall to her knees and sob, tearless.

"Stop crying you foolish girl," Aro said. "Your time is up, anyway. Come along."

Jane grabbed Bella by the wrists and pulled her into the darkness. The farther Jane went the more screams I heard.

"No!" I screamed. Everyone turned to look at me. Jane even stopped using her power on all of us in order to stare.

"Let them go," I said with as much force as I could. "They've done no harm. And neither have I. I have not blown your secret and I don't intend to. I won't be turned to a vampire, Alice has made her point on that, but I won't blow the secret."

"Aro," Alice started, "she will be turned into a vampire. I can assure you of that." Alice held her hand out toward Aro and he took it, smiling. I was startled. What was Alice trying to tell him?

"Ah," Aro said. "I see. So, this girl will be turned after her graduation, like Miss Isabella?"

Alice nodded. This was causing her more pain than Jane's power, I could tell.

"Yes," Alice said. "I saw this vision of her the moment we told her. Jasmine," she turned to me, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I—I was hoping you wouldn't want it. But since you do, your future is set." She hung her head and Jasper wrapped his arms around her.

"Well," Aro said. "We have some matters to discuss."

The Volturi and the Cullens spoke to each other while I remained unmoved with shock. I merely stared at the walls as I waited for everything to make sense. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and Thomas's voice was soon in my ear.

"Jasmine," he said with a smile. I froze. "I believe you should thank me."

I turned around to face him. "Thank you, Mr. Henderson," I said. The next moment, the man was kissing me with his arms around me. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. He stopped and rested his chin on my shoulder. I was disgusted. His hand traced my back and I hated the feeling. The next second, something stabbed me in the back. I fell to my knees in pain. I started screaming.

"Jasmine!" a familiar voice screamed. The next thing I knew, strong, warm arms were around me and I heard vampires fighting to get to me. I wasn't sure what to do.

"Don't leave me," the familiar voice whispered in my ear. I wanted to tell him that I would hold on for him, but I couldn't move. In a few moments, everything went black and I couldn't feel or see anything.