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A/N: Back again, folks! :) I hope you had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I had a bit of a break, too. Now I get into the writing thing again ;) Sorry if it is a short one, but I will do better again when I am in practice again!

Chapter 16: What I forgot to mention...

In hindsight, Alice thought dryly as she reflected on that particular day, it simply had had to happen. Thoug, for once, she had thought it might all turn for the better.

After school, she talked what seemed like ages with Jasper, sitting on a bench just outside the house. It might not have been visible to someone else, but Alice saw through Jasper's shell and saw that he was happy. There were still lingering doubts, but still, he was happy. It wasn't the easiest thing to accept in life that sometimes if you really loved someone, it was better to let him go. She saw that know. Maybe being so long-lived – or un-lived, if one wants to be splitting hairs – meant that one can grow beyond petty mortal thoughts. Who knew... It was strange, to talk to him so differently. It was still Jasper, in a way, but not quite. The romantic feelings were gone, but their history remained still.

"I am still deeply sorry," Jasper said in a quite voice, almost subdued. She sensed it was still not quite as easy for him as for her. Hopefully time would change for him. After all, it was already too late to go back.

"Don't be..." she smiled at him. "I told you, I knew this was coming. It just took me by surprise." She chuckled. "Surprised... Me, of all people. And it makes me happy to see you happy. Always have. Don't worry about me. "

Jasper smiled weakly. "I still not sure I understood – processed all of this. It was just so...instinctive. Seemed so right. But still, I am afraid. I could kill him. Sometimes I feel that urge." Pain shot through his eyes.
"I can't say I have experience in that area, but I know – know – that you won't. I might not see everything regarding him and you, but I saw that much. Just trust me on this one..."
Jasper looked at her for long seconds, thinking, his focus drifting off into infinity. Suddenly, his eyes snapped back into focus. "Sorry, lost in thoughts. I just have to trust you then, will I? Never been hard for me, you know that." He smiled and leaned in for a hug. It was somewhat stiff and awkward at the beginning, for her and him, but after a second or so, she felt him relax and then she did, too.

Later that night, she was sitting alone on the couch, flicking casually through the latest Vogue. She hadn't found the time lately to keep up with the latest trends, some of them truly bizarre, even for her. Just doing it helped her relax a bit, like watching your favourite movie or going out to your favourite bar with friends. Edward was angsting over this Bella girl, probably sitting outside her window right now. She tried, really, but he was just not yet ready to take a rational point of view when it came to that girl. And even Draco, of all people, tried talking sense into him. She still hoped he would get over it, too. Well, she saw it in her visions, but he seems to want to find it out the hard way. Emmett and Rosalie were out, doing god knows what. At least Rosalie had been slightly less tense after she had had time to think about all of it. Emmett, well... He wasn't that much bothered by anything, really. She chuckled as she thought about him. Same old Emmett...

Draco and Jasper where in Jasper's room, obviously enjoying themselves. She didn't mind, if only they could be less...obvious. She tried to read, dammit.

Esme and Carlisle were upstairs, talking. It seemed that the recent information about all this magic led him to want to talk a lot about his past and Esme gladly listened.

She had still some time before she would slip away to her usual meeting spot with Seth. The mere thought caused some serious butterflies to buzz in her stomach. She still couldn't quite accept it, but it got easier day by day. She still felt a bit guilty for not spilling the beans the night before, at the big confession time of Jasper and Draco. But, she told herself, it was their moment and she didn't want to cheapen it – though the fact that she was quite afraid of the reactions did play a huge part, too. There were other days, so why cause turmoil right in the wake of another little crisis?

Alice's head snapped up at the weak knock on the door. It was not usual that people came by visiting, especially not at that time. She put down the Vogue and walked to the door. The image that she saw when she opened it would forever stay burnt in her mind.

Seth stood in front of her, but she barely recognised him under all the dried blood. His face looked like someone had taken a mallet to his face, and it looked like several bones were broken in his ribcage, as well.

He looked at her through blood-filled eyes and his whole body seemed to heave a huge sigh.

"Alice," he whispered, then his eyes closed and he simply dropped to the floor as if someone had cut the strings of a puppet.

"Help!" Alice cried, tears running freely, "oh God, help me!"

She went down and picked up Seth carefully, ignoring the blood on her clothes. She carried him indoors and rested him on the couch, hugging him fiercely.

"It will be alright," she whispered, "I promise..."

"Alice, what-" Carlisle started to say as he came into the living room, but cut himself when he saw Alice and Seth on the couch.

"Please, help him," Alice whimpered. Carlisle looked at her, at him, then nodded and rushed to her side.

"He is in bad shape," he said as he examined him. "Multiple broken bones, inner bleeding, deep cuts. He needs to go to the hospital."

"Can't you help him, here? I mean..."

"Because he's a werewolf?" Carlisle asked sharply. "We can discuss this later, but in this condition, he won't last without professional care, and in the hospital I can give much better care."

"But-" she started, but was interrupted by Draco.

"Maybe I can help?" he said, standing behind Carlisle in some quickly put on boxer shorts. Jasper stood several steps behind, holding a hand over his mouth, clearly distressed by the smell of blood in the air. Alice guessed that he didn't go into a feeding frenzy or so because the blood smelled off, not human. Thank God for that!
She looked quizzically at Draco, and just nodded. He took his magic stick thing, and spoke weird, Latin sounding words. It was amazing. At first, the dried blood went simply away. Smaller cuts on his body simply closed themselves. Seth's flesh moved as bones beneath his mended themselves. After a minute or so it was over, and Seth looked almost normal, just a bit bruised. Draco sighed and looked at Alice again.

"I can't do much more," he said apologetically, "I am not a healer, there's not much more I can do. But he should be a lot better now..."

"Thank you," Alice said half-smiling, half-crying, caressing Seth's hair. His breathing steadied.

Carlisle looked at Seth, then at Draco. "Amazing..." He examined Seth again, then got up. "What I could do with talents like those..." He shrugged. "But now, we can treat him here. He should be stable at least for now. And his Werewolf self should do the rest. They heal fast. Which brings us to the real question, Alice. Who is he, and what is he doing here?"