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Chapter 24- Together

Alice POV

We ran for only a few minutes, but they were rushed, frantic minutes. We weren't talking, just listening intently for the hint of the sound of approaching foot steps. I wasn't nearly as worried as Jasper was, though I couldn't say I wasn't at all concerned. I was worried only for Jasper though, not both of our lives. I was still on some sort of high from surviving the attack of the Volturi guard. Not only that, but I actually helped defeat him. I did something useful. I helped save Jasper's life. Yes, I was definitely less concerned than Jasper. Still, I remained silent as we ran. Our silences were completely different though; mine was the content silence of someone who was perfectly happy with their life and Jasper's was a cold, tense silence of someone who disregarded their victories because they thought they weren't out of the woods yet. I supposed that we weren't exactly out of the woods yet, but we were pretty darn close, which was good enough for me.

Finally, without warning, Jasper stopped dead in his tracks—no pun intended. I halted behind him without threatening to run into him. He turned around abruptly, staring into my eyes with a very different emotion than the mask of worry he'd been wearing since we left the battle evident in his gaze. This emotion was a fervor, a desperate passion that I'd never seen in him before. Before I could ask what was wrong with him that made him look this way, he was kissing me. He didn't bother waiting to pick me up, so I could be at his height. His lips were on mine so heavily that I was actually taken back. He had never kissed me like this before, and I still hadn't determined whether I liked it more than our gentle, sweet kisses or not. After I got over the initial shock, I was able to kiss him back. I kissed him hesitantly at first, but he would have none of that—there was nothing hesitant about this kiss. This kiss was a hungry, needing kiss that completely caught me off guard. I didn't know what had evoked this feeling in Jasper. Suddenly, I didn't have to imagine what Jasper was feeling. I guess he wanted to share this feeling with me, because I felt the same vehemence that had been so blatant in Jasper's eyes wash over me in a wave, bringing me up to exactly the same level of need Jasper was already at. Now he didn't have to lean down to reach me or pick me up so I could reach him, because I was reaching him just fine on my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist when I was at the right height. I matched his fervor now, my hands finding there way up to his hair. I had never felt this emotion before in my short life as a vampire, and I was fairly certain that I had never felt this in my human life either. I would remember a feeling this strong, I know it. It was so overwhelming that I didn't know how we would ever stop this kiss, with Jasper spreading the emotion towards me so heavily. When Jasper finally stopped projecting his own emotions, I could begin to think straight again, reclaim my own emotions. The kiss was so frantic, so desperate that it scared me a little. It was like Jasper thought he would never see me again. I had thought it would be endless, but I had to end it. I had to know what Jasper was thinking.

I finally disentangled myself from Jasper's body and hopped down to where I had been previously standing. I still had my eyes closed, my mind going through how I would word this question without offending Jasper. I pressed my lips into a tight line, though I couldn't hide all traces of my pleased smile. Somehow, I was happy, pleasant, scared, and concerned all at the same time. I shook my head a little, and still without opening my eyes, I spoke. "What. the hell. Was that?!" Finally, I opened my eyes, trying to catch his reaction.

He had turned around, now facing the thick trunk of a towering tree. His hands were outstretched, his palms flat against the bark while his fingers dug into the tree. The wood crumbled beneath his hands, and soon there were hand shaped holes dug half way through the trunk. "Alice…" His voice came out in an agonized strain, and I was instantly at his side, trying to figure out what could be wrong with him.

"What?" I asked, my voice coming out somehow both choked and smooth as silk. "What's wrong, Jasper?"

He met my gaze finally, holding it as he pondered something to himself. Finally he spoke again, this time his voice coming out clearly at least, though a hint of that agony was still there. "Alice, what would compel you to fling yourself onto the back of a Volturi guard?"

I almost laughed—almost. After all that build up, he had just been wondering about my sudden action during our fight. I secretly relished in that thought; our fight, not his fight. For once, I hadn't let him be the hero like he had always been for me. For once, I didn't stand aside while he protected me. For the first time, we had been a team. Obviously, though, Jasper didn't like to share the spotlight. "What? Did you expect me to just stand there and let him do that to you?" I asked.

Jasper cringed, as if remembering the feeling of his arm tearing from his shoulder. I cringed as well, just thinking about it. No. I thought. There was no way I would've just stood there and let that happen to my Jasper. He obviously thought I should have.

"Yes!" He answered. "Yes, you should have let me take care of it! Do you not understand what could have happened? You were hurt, but that was nothing! You could have been killed!"

My eyes widened in disbelief. "Me?! I was hurt? I could have been killed? Jasper, you were way worse off than I was! It wasn't a matter of 'you could have been killed.' You would have been killed! I don't know if you realized this, Jasper, but that guard was trying to kill you!"

Jasper scoffed. "Wow. That must have been what he was doing, and this whole time I thought he was trying to tickle me." His voice was positively oozing with sarcasm, and I narrowed my eyes at him, not caring for the tone. He sensed my annoyance, and sighed. "Alice, you know I can take care of myself. It's you that I'm worried about."

I touched his shoulder lightly, touched at his concern. Then, feeling the torn clothing beneath my hands, I remembered why I was angry and slapped him in the same shoulder. "You idiot! What do you mean, 'you can take care of your self?' Obviously not, or your arm wouldn't have been torn off." My hand still rested on his shoulder, and I felt through the torn shirt and jacket until I could feel the slightly raised surface of his newest scar. This one wasn't in the perfect crescent shape that most of his scars were. This scar was long and jagged from the guard's thrashing.

"Well look who's talking?" He grabbed the hand that had been resting on his shoulder and held it between us, displaying the crescent shaped scar that had appeared half-way down my forearm. I frowned at it, and I realized that, facing this direction, my scar was a reflection of my own expression. I almost wished I could flip the scar so it would be a smile instead.

I smiled a little at Jasper, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Look." I said quietly, taking my hand out of his and holding my arm parallel to his arm. "Now we match." I was right; there was the exact same scar in the exact same space on his arm, except his was not alone. He had at least a dozen other scars on the surface of his arm to keep the other one company. I looked at the one on his shoulder, and back to the one on my arm, remembering the fallen guard.

"Jasper?" I whispered after a long silence. "What are we going to do?"

He shook his head, the determined look I recognized coming back. "I don't know. I can't know what the Volturi is thinking, so I can't know what they're going to do. I just wish I could see what they're planning…" Jasper's voice was frantic, his voicing rising in speed with his panic. As he trailed off, he met my concerned gaze. As he scrutinized my face, I could practically see the light bulb flicker on above his head. "But you can." He said.

"What?" I asked, not following where his panic had taken him.

"You can see the future." He answered, and I instantly smirked.

"Did you just figure this out?" I asked, sarcasm lacing my voice.

"No, Alice, you can see the future. Do you think you could see what the Volturi is planning on doing?" I realized what he was asking, and I was surprised I hadn't thought of it already.

"Yes, I can do it. If I focus-"

"Then I need you to focus, Alice. I need you to concentrate on finding out exactly what the Volturi is planning. Focus on their plans with the guard. See if they catch our scent, and if they plan on tracking it-" He was rambling in his panic so I felt the need to interrupt him.

"Jasper! I never thought I'd be able to say this, but you really need to calm yourself down!" I smiled and shook my head. I never thought that I'd have to tell Jasper to calm himself down. He was normally pretty good at doing that without any help. He was about to speak again, but I held a finger to his lips to silence him. I took a step back from him, and closed my eyes. I pressed my fingers to my temples as if I was trying to locate that part of my mind. I didn't exactly know how I had channeled a specific vision before, but I figured that if I just thought of the Volturi like I had thought of Bella and Jasper before, then maybe this could work. I imagined the Volturi; the big, hulking fighters and the powerful little ones who wiped out the entire army. I imagined the burning remains of the Volturi guard, trying to see what they would decide. Finally, the vision came to me. This one was unlike most of my visions, as it wasn't a clear, recognizable scene that I could watch until it was over. This vision was series of quick flashes.

I saw the Volturi leaving the battle field, then the remains of the fire that charred the guard's dismembered body; the Volturi guards arguing over something in the exact place where Jasper and I had killed the guard; One, a huge guard that must have been one of their fighters, yelling adamantly to the others. The little vampire girl cast him a warning glance, and murmured the exact phrase I needed to hear, "Demetri! We need to consult Aro before we do anything more. We didn't plan on this." She gestured to their fallen guard's remains. The one who I figured was Demetri looked at the sunken pile of ashes disdainfully.

He growled and looked back at her, "It doesn't matter if-" The little one shot him a warning glance, and he quieted instantly. "This is not over." He added.

"You're right. It's not. But it's not up to us to decide the best plan of action." She gestured with her hand, and the guards around her followed as she exited through the lining of trees. Demetri was the last in the group and he looked back to the guard and stopped. He darted over to where his remains were once more, and inhaled the air around him with a deep breath, smelling the air. He shook his head, and sauntered off in the direction the rest of the Volturi had exited from.

I blinked, coming back from the vision. I frowned a little, but at least I had been able to get something. I looked at Jasper, who appeared to be anxiously waiting. He realized I was no longer in a trance, and spoke hesitantly, "So? What's the verdict?"

"They haven't come to one yet." I answered. "They don't know what to do, because they weren't expecting it. I suppose they didn't imagine that one of their members would be killed. They're going to someone named Aro for the verdict."

This information meant practically nothing to me, but a triumphant smile graced Jasper's face and I knew this must be good news. "You know what this means?" He asked. I shook my head in response. "It means that we have time—and a good amount of it, if I'm correct. Aro is their leader. In most cases, Aro and the other leaders, Caius and Marcus, go with the guards to trials. But I suppose they didn't consider this as much of a trial as an execution. We were extremely lucky that Aro decided not to come, because this means the guard will go back to Italy. Even then, I think it will take them time to decide the best course of action. They won't be able to know who killed their member, so they won't know what the fight entailed. Do you know if they got our scents?"

I thought about that, remembering the huge guard who had smelled the air around the body remains. I nodded, "Yes. I'm pretty sure they did."

This made him frown, but it wasn't a hopeless frown, just an annoyed frown. "Well, I suppose we'll have to face them eventually. But that day won't be soon. Just keep an eye out for what they decide, ok?" I nodded, smiling. We had time. Time was an amazing thing when you had previously thought you may have had only ten days to live. Jasper seemed to catch on to my mood.

He kissed my forehead, "You were right, Alice. We did survive. Now I have the only person I need right next to me, and most of the people I don't need long gone."

I rested my head against his chest, thinking about what he had said. They were all long gone, I thought. Maria, Nettie, Lucy, the soldiers—all nonexistent except for ashes. As Jasper and I walked aimlessly, the grim realization began to hit me. I held Jasper's hand and looked down to the ground, thinking about everything that had happened because of me. The battle, the lost lives, and the blame seemed to creep up on me out of nowhere. Suddenly, I couldn't get the image of the soldiers' frightened expressions from my mind, and I realized solemnly that- as a vampire- I would never forget this moment. That fact in itself made my seemingly adrenaline-rushed brain (if such a thing were possible) become sober in an instant. Humans had it easy, as I had probably had once. As a human, you can forget the traumatic experiences in your life, and- even if you can't- you can repair your emotions; heal from the emotional wounds you obtain. Not me. My body and mind were frozen in their growth span, and the emotional wounds would never heal. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see the burning bodies, the blinking eyes of dismembered heads, and the malice in the eyes of those vampires who had mercilessly tortured those poor souls.

Those souls- once loved by someone as I had been- whose lives had been taken at such a young age, then put into a torturous army against their will, and killed before they could even get past the blood-thirsty, crazed life of a newborn. All those lives had been sacrificed on my behalf. And- even if Jasper insisted their sacrifices were worth it- I could practically feel the guilt gripping me from the inside. I wasn't sure if I had been a religious human, but I prayed anyway. I prayed to every god I had ever heard of that, after we died, we go somewhere, anywhere that would diminish that feeling of guilt that threatened to tear me apart from the inside. I prayed that those poor souls that had sacrificed their lives were somewhere where they were happier than they had been in this torturous life.

I felt an out-of-place wave of calm wash over me, and I looked up at Jasper sadly, wishing he would let me wallow in my sudden onslaught of grief. Someone needed to mourn those people, and they didn't have anyone else for the job. All they had known was leaders, enemies, and war, while their family had been forgotten. I was the only person who would remember this day as a day of loss, even if I only gained from it. I didn't even know their names so I could mourn them properly. They were all unknown soldiers to me, dying on my behalf. This must have been what Helen of Troy felt like. I thought to myself. Before that day, I couldn't imagine how someone could have been so selfish: starting a war just so she could be with the man she loves. But here I was, no better than Helen; coming from a war with no survivors, holding the hand of the man I love. But, looking up into Jasper's eyes, I could see why Helen would risk it. I would rather the world ended before I would let Jasper die—to hell with the Spartans.

A while back, I had done the same thing for my sister; risked myself and others to save her. And, knowing that the two people I love more than anything else were alive, I didn't regret my decisions. Bella, I thought. Now that I thought about it, I had no clue if Bella was still alive, though I had been monitoring her with my power whenever I could. Still, she was so clumsy, especially for a human. Who knows? She could have tripped onto a busy street since I had last seen her future. I laughed bitterly. Jasper looked over at me, curiosity evident on his face.

I didn't answer his questioning look; I just looked back at him, an idea that I had previously had coming back into my mind. "Jasper, where are we going?" It was a genuine question, even though I knew where we would go. I had seen it weeks ago, for that vision had saved me from my catatonic state. Then, I saw us living through the battle and making our way to that distant place where Jasper and I could start over. Despite my knowledge, I wanted to know what Jasper thought, for I had yet to tell him that we would be joining these particular vampires I had once mentioned.

"I…" He paused, clearly unsure of the answer. "I don't know. Honestly, I didn't think we'd survive the battle, even with your plan."

A half-smile lit my face. "Nice that you have such faith in me, dear." I swung our linked hands as we walked.

"I know: it's horrible. I should have had all the faith in the world in you. I just… couldn't see the light like you could." He ended in a remorseful tone, but I wouldn't have any of that. I pulled him towards me with our entwined hand and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I reached up on my tip-toes. His frown went away beneath my lips, and finally he let go, picking me up until I was the same height. For those few seconds, there were no problems. No one had died for me, and I would see my sister every day for the rest of her life. I was pleasantly surprised that those remorseful feelings didn't surge through me once again when we came up for air. I felt happy and content, but it was probably Jasper's power affecting me. "Where do you want us to go, Alice? Anywhere you want to go, just name it. It's just you and me now." He picked up my hand again and kissed the knuckle there. "We can go anywhere your heart desires."

"Hmm…" I pondered dramatically. While I was just playing ignorant to our future whereabouts, I actually considered that. What did my heart want? Jasper, my thoughts automatically answered. Ok—I had what my heart wanted most. What else did I want? Bella, my brain answered again. I frowned as my dead heart lurched with her memory. Yes, I wanted desperately to see her, but I couldn't. While my heart longed to see her, my vast brain told me that that idea was impossible. Above all, I wanted Bella to be happy, safe, and- more importantly- alive. I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle another encounter with humans if I wanted to remain a… What was I? I was a vampire who didn't drink human blood? I still drank blood, but that of animals. What did that make me? A good vamp? That couldn't be right; Jasper hadn't switched yet, but he was still good. He was the best person I'd ever met. He had just been under the impression that there was no other way. I'd have to ponder a good name to call my new type of vampire.

I shook that thought from my head, and returned to my plan. "How about Washington?" I said quickly, enjoying the confused face that immediately stared back at me.

"As in Washington D.C., Washington?" Jasper asked, genuinely confused. It was all so random that he couldn't quite comprehend what I was saying.

"No, I mean like Washington the state, Washington." I said matter-of-factly.

"Ok… but why, out of the entire world, would you want to go to Washington?" He asked.

"I have my reasons…" I trailed off dramatically. When he raised an eyebrow in confusion, I smiled and continued. "Do you remember that group of vampires I saw in my vision a little while ago that drank the blood of animals? The one that saved me from my starvation? Well, I had another vision about them—and about us."

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me, "Yes, go on."

"I saw us joining them." The look that spread over his expression wasn't hopeful, like me, but hesitant. Before he could protest, I started to argue my point more. "Look, Jasper, this is the start of a new life for us! I know it will be hard for you, and it will be for me too, but we can do this together. I don't have to hide any more, and you don't have to pretend any more. We can turn our lives around. We can be genuinely happy. I've seen it, Jasper! It's going to be great. I know it."

He still held the same expression, but his voice told me that I had him on board. "Together?" He asked, and I nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds pretty good to me." My grin stretched so wide I thought it would wrap around my head, and I hugged him around the waist. "So what part of Washington are we headed towards? Seattle?"

I quickly remembered the sign from my vision: 'The City of Forks Welcomes You.' I shook my head at his guess and responded to his question, "No. It's a smaller town. I know I've never heard of it. It's called Forks. What about you? Ring any bells?" He shook his head.

"That's good then. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to stick around a big city anyway. Trying to kick the habit, and all that." I grinned at his light mood. It was refreshing to see him happy after weeks of indecision and pain. "So I suppose we should leave as soon as we can, huh? We have a pretty long run ahead of us."

"Yes, I suppose we should." I agreed, but now it was an absentminded concurrence. All this talk of a new life had almost made me forget the only thing holding me back in Houston; my sister, my Bella. I remembered her in my vision, so sad and alone. I had to fix that. I had to let her know that she'll never be alone. As long as I existed, I wouldn't let that happen. My plan was coming back to me, and in just a few seconds I had decided what I was going to do. "Hey, Jasper?" I asked, my voice quiet. I suppose Jasper was a little confused, seeing as my thought process had only lasted half a second.

"Yes?" He replied, a little worry in his voice. I guessed it was directed at the concern in my emotions.

"I- do you think you could do something for me before we go?" I didn't look him directly in the eye, almost embarrassed that I couldn't do this myself. I didn't want to come into contact with any humans, so going into the city was out of the question for me.

"Anything. You name it." His voiced was heavy with his concern for me.

I looked up into his eyes, stalling my question. Finally, after a few tense seconds, I asked, "Could you steal me some stationary? I have some unfinished business here." He blinked in surprise at my question.

He asked the obvious follow-up question, "What business would that be?" He listened patiently as I explained my entire plan to him. He nodded in agreement, and ran off in a different direction, leaving me to think.

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He was back in a few minutes, and in that time I had thought of everything I need to say—the perfect words to enact my plan. I took the paper and pen he had brought me and began to write, copying down the entire thing word for word from my mind. Jasper waited, not looking at what I wrote out of courtesy. This was a very emotional thing for me, and I was glad he allowed me to do this without looking over my shoulder. When I was done, I folded the paper twice and stuck it in the small envelope. I sealed the envelope, and wrote a single word on the back; Bella.

I handed the letter to Jasper, and he nodded. He knew what to do. He ran back towards the city, and I sat, watching the future to make sure he would finish the plan without problems.

Jasper ran through the abandoned part of Houston in plain sight, but when he approached the busier section of the city he remained in the shadowed alleys. Luckily, today was one of those overcast days Houston, so Jasper wouldn't sparkle if he stepped in the daylight. But still, he had to remain unseen. Even when people passed him, they didn't see him lurking in the dark. Finally he found it, and I was surprised that he had. It seemed that fate was definitely on my side today as I saw the little yellow Porsche 911 Turbo. I had definitely gotten lucky, finding it still there. The front of the car was littered with parking tickets, from being at the same meter for over a month. There was a boot on the front left tire. Yes, I was definitely lucky—there was no way that my car could still be in the same place if I wasn't. I figured that it had to have been towed or stolen by now, but it serendipitously had not moved from its parking space.

When the area around my car had cleared of pedestrians temporarily, Jasper moved from his place in the shadows. He held my letter in his right hand, and opened the trunk of the car with his left; either it was unlocked, or he had broken my car. There three bags in the trunk as well as a black and white striped Chanel purse. I focused on the purse curiously, thinking I must have accidentally left it in my car in my rush to get to the alley that day.

Huh, I thought. Guess I must have had been a rich human, though I could have guessed that from the enormous mansion in my visions. At least it was good to know I had had style back then. I laughed a little when I realized that the purse I was seeing in my vision matched the outfit I was wearing, though it was now torn and dirty from over a month of wear. I definitely needed to find new clothes at the first opportunity, but for now I needed to focus back on my vision.

Jasper shuffled through the bags until he found what he was looking for; a pair of dark, killer skinny jeans that I had bought on the fateful day of my change. These were for Bella. He slipped the letter in the pocket and began to close the trunk of the car, when something caught his eye. He smiled a bit ruefully, and took something out of the purse. He stuffed the item in the pocket of his jeans. That was annoying. It almost seemed like he was doing it on purpose; blocking the item with his hand so I couldn't see it. Then I remembered that he didn't know I was watching. Or maybe he guessed that I was watching, and was intentionally blocking this item from me. He closed the trunk finally and darted away from the car. He began the run back to find me.

I cut off the vision, confident that he would make it back fine without my surveillance. My eyebrows furrowed in frustration. What had Jasper taken from my purse? Was it for me? I figured it was, for I didn't see what use he could have with anything I had put in my purse as a human. I waited impatiently, angry that it took longer than I thought it would. I suppose I should have realized that I had just seen the future, not the present, and Jasper would probably only just be beginning his task in the city. When he finally did arrive, I had the same annoyed expression on my face.

When he saw my face, he laughed, but didn't ask why I looked that way. "So… everything went well. I did what you asked me to."

I nodded, straightening my face. "Yes, I saw. Thank you very much, Jasper." The gratitude wasn't there in my voice though, only that same annoyance. I did not like not being able to see something interesting.

He laughed, "Yes, I thought you might." My eyes popped open in surprise. He had been intentionally hiding the mystery item from me. What would we want to hide from me, though? "I brought you something." He added, probably sensing my impatience.

I raised one eyebrow and waited for him to show me. He took the item out of his pocket tantalizingly slow, and I tapped my foot impatiently. He hid the item in his hand, keeping me in suspense even longer.

I crossed my arms, "Jasper Whitlock. You have half of one second to give it to me before I kill you."

He laughed again, and finally flipped his hand over so I could see what he was hiding. When I saw the tiny slip of paper, I felt like my heart would have stopped if it hadn't already. When I realized exactly what it was, my chest tightened and my eyes felt irritated. I was so touched by Jasper's gesture that I was crying. Not only that, but the object itself made me instantly rueful. I picked up the little picture, looking at my sister and me longingly. This was the same picture from my vision; the one in the frame that Bella had held while she slept. I could finally see my human self clearly. It was odd to see myself the way I was then. My eyes were the color of milk chocolate, the same as Bella, and they were squinting as I laughed at whatever had been funny to us at the time. My hair was dark brown in the picture, instead of black like it was now. Other than the color, my face wasn't actually much different. I was just much, much paler. What I really looked at, though, was my sister Bella. She was laughing too, her mouth opened and her eyes showing her smile.

I held the picture in both of my hands, and whispered. "Oh, Jasper… thank you. Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me."

He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the top of my head, "You're welcome."

I just stood, looking at the pictures for a few minutes. Finally, I looked up at Jasper. "I think I'm ready to go now."

He took my hand, not speaking as we began to walk in the opposite direction of Houston. We were done with the city, and now we would start a new life. And, most of all, we would do it together.


I know, kind of a cheesy ending there, but I thought they needed some fluffy happiness for a change.

The epilogue will be up on the 31st of this month and the information regarding the sequel will be posted soon after that.

Thanks everyone, it has been a great time

-TG