So no excuses, I just had major writer's block. But luckily for me, it got cleared. This chapter is shorter than I normally write, but I wanted to get something out. Hopefully, I'll update sonner than later.

I own nothing. Seriously, I just had to buy a new car, so now I have a bank loan for that too.

"I'm not going to kill you." He whispered as the fear rolled off me in waves.

"Um…sure." I may have been scared but I wasn't stupid. My only question was why they sent Jasper. He struggled the most with the diet. This would surely set him back. I got that Carlisle wouldn't want to off me, but there was five other vampires that could have finished the job.

"I'm not, Abby." Okay so that got my attention. Obviously Alice had told them what I had said. I remembered all the self defense talks my father had given me through the years. There really were only two rules, keep them talking, and fight like hell if they try to move you. I knew that fighting Jasper would only result in broken bones for me, but I could keep him talking, right? He hadn't tried to kill me yet, maybe some time would save my life.

"Why were you the one who was sent?" I questioned hoping that would garner more than a one word answer. I was panicking and stalling, and I was hoping that I could cover up that feeling.

"Edward can't read your mind properly, Alice can't see you clearly, Emmett says you smell no different than Jessica did. I, however, can read every emotion you are throwing at me. How else are we going to find out the truth?"

I stared at him in disbelief. So, this was a recon mission? Get information on the freak to report back. I was relieved though. He wasn't going to kill me. I was able to inhale deeply, looks like Jessica Stanley would live to see another day.

Although my comfort level didn't last long as I realized that I could still be food. I tried to keep my heart rate even but my fear was taking over, I wasn't safe and I couldn't stop myself from projecting that.

Jasper lips turned up into a tight smile. He was comforted by the fact that I was scared. After a quick scan of the room, I realized that I was tiast. These vamps were all about eliminating the threat. Me. Why else would they have sent the empath soldier?

I had only one option. Tell the truth. Maybe then I could go back to my life. Although, if I told Jasper the truth would I mess up the story?

Steeling myself against my impeding death, I came to the only conclusion that I felt would still give Edward and Bella their happily ever after. I asked for Alice.

"Jasper, I know you don't trust me. I get that. But the fact remains that no one needed to send the major to off me." At this Jasper's eyes widen. I just hope he would realize that I was choosing my words carefully, not to mention trying to save my life. "I think I need to talk to Alice, though. That's why you all figured it out anyway right? I decided to go to Alice and tell her it all. Obviously that was not my smartest move. She knows what it means to have knowledge that others don't and how to use it properly. You know I can't hurt her. I'm nothing special, I still have all the limitations of a human, even if I don't know exactly what I am."

Jasper seemed to be considering what I was trying to tell him. I may have been confused, but my emotions were completely honest. Jasper felt that as well. I was sure of it. Mostly.

"So please, Jasper, can I talk to Alice first? This is a lot and if you all know what I know, the Volturi won't just be my problem." Jasper seemed shocked by that sentence, but was clearly considering my request. I was desperate and I knew it.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, Jasper nodded and reached into his pocket. I flinched, knowing that if this vampire were to kill me, he would use a gun, not wanting to reignite his bloodlust. I immediately felt guilty though when his left hand revealed a sleek silver cell phone. Quirking his eyebrow toward me, he began speaking so quickly, I could only guess that he was speaking to Alice.

Snapping the phone shut, Jasper turned to address me, with humor? "Alice is on her way. She agrees with what you are saying, and for some reason thinks you should live." If I wasn't so relieved about the fact that I wasn't going to be six feet under in the near future, I would have been pissed that Jasper was now openly laughing at me.

"I must tell you, Abby. I've never seen my Alice so wound up. She is a hurricane by nature, and you my dear, have turned her into a tsunami." Still laughing, he jumped through Jessica's open window and made his way into the darkness of the cold night.

I made my way onto my bed to get settled for a sleepless night, as I was sure that once Alice arrived it would take most of the night to explain the situation. I just prayed I was doing the right thing. I was still unsure whether telling Alice all of it was the best decision but I knew it was probably the only one that would keep me alive.

No sooner had I made the realization that this was a double edged sword than Alice was perched on the edge of my bed, staring at me expectantly. The girl that Bella described was not in here. Instead, I was intensely scared of this four foot eleven inch vampire that looked as though she weighed eighty pounds. If I thought Jasper was scary, then the psychic pixie was terrifying. It may have been because I knew that by the end of this conversation, the decision to keep me alive would be decided. And it would be Alice that would be the one to make that decision.

Her eyes were cold and detached. Her mouth was set in a thin line. I had pissed off the one vampire who could help me. In short, I was fucked.

"Alice, just keep in mind that if you kill me, I think you may be screwing up two different realities. You figured out that I'm not Jessica Stanley. You know I'm Abby, but before I repeat myself, how much else do you know?"

Alice seemed shocked at my statement. It was strange how I felt I knew her, and how much the fact that she clearly didn't know what I was going to say bothered her. I wasn't sure if her anger was directed at me, or at the situation; and I wasn't sure if I wanted to find out.

"I know enough. I need to tell you to tell me why you're here." Alice sneered. I was seriously ready to lose control of my bodily functions. All those talks that my mother had had with me about always wearing clean underwear? Yea, I wasn't sure if it was really necessary. It seemed in life threatening situations, I was a wetter. I hastily excused myself to the bathroom before too much damage was done, and although she could probably smell it, Alice, to my relief did not add to my shame.

"I don't know if you should know all this. You know, the whole butterfly effect thing? But I don't see as to how I have a choice. Last night, I was sitting on my couch in Preston, Connecticut; reading a book in a favorite series of mine that is often referred to as the Twilight Saga. I was reading the second book in the series and when I woke up, I was a character from the books. So now I'm living in a story that captured my heart but I think may have cost me my life. So really, all I can do now is try to keep Jessica alive in the hopes that she can go back to her life, because best I can figure I only have three options and all of them suck. One, I'm in a coma and this is a fuck up dream; two, I died and this is purgatory, or three this swap really did happen. I'm really hoping for the coma, because if this actually happened, I would bet my car that I'll be committed when I get back. In my world, Jessica Stanley is a character from a wildly popular book and movie franchise, and if she tells anyone who she is,they'll commit her. Hell, if she reads the books, she'll probably commit herself. Which may be safer consider when she gets back here, the Volturi will probably off her because it's not like she'll be able to keep her mouth shut." I shuddered at the thought of struggling to keep Jessica alive just for her to get herself drained because of her big mouth.

I chanced a look at Alice at that moment, she didn't look as sinister as she had before I started my monologue. She still was scary, but I think I may have had control of my bladder at this point.

"What was in these books?" Alice's words were carefully measured, she was staring at the padded headboard as she asked, as if to scan the future before I told her about the books. The thing was I had told her soo much already, I wasn't so sure telling her about everything that was about to happen would be such a brilliant plan. As was my defense in anything uncomfortable, I began with a question. I would decide what to say after I had my answer.

"Alice, I don't know if I should. But, tell me, after school, where did Edward go?"

Alice looked told me that no matter her answer, I was going to tell her about the books.

"He's pacing his room." Maybe telling her wouldn't mess anything up, seeing as I already had.

So, theories? Where is Jessica? And how screwed up is the Twilight world?