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JPOV (Jillian's point of view)

They were getting married! I couldn't wait until the wedding. Mom's dress was going to look so good on her. But I had to have it finished, which wasn't much of a problem with Aunt Alice around.

"Jillian! Can you come here a moment?" Esme called, probably wanting to get my opinion on something she had done to the living room.

"Coming!" I called back. I was in the process of sewing beads on to the veil.

After setting that aside I headed for the living room. "Yeah?"

"Do you like it?" Esme was glowing with excitement.

"Like it? I love it!" I said looking the room over. Oh yeah this wedding would be perfect.

MPOV (Back to Mel's point of view)

I couldn't believe the words I had just heard my mother say. They were more shocking then the things she had said to me when Aro was here. Never had my mother told me anything like this before.

"Um...could you repeat that? I don't think I heard you right." Really I didn't think I had heard her correctly.

Alison sighed. "You heard me right. I said...I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what exactly?"

"For...everything. I've been the worse mother, when I should have been trying to be the best. I'm surprised you don't hate me with all of your heart and soul. I wouldn't blame you if you did." Alison's voice was filled with sadness.

I believe if she weren't a vampire, she would have been crying. Never had I seen my mother cry, not even when Dad left. I didn't really know what to say or do. How did I react to something like this? This wasn't the mother I had grown up to know. The Alison didn't say sorry, to anyone. She was always right,as far she she was concerned. Never wrong, always right. That was my mother, not this women standing before me, saying she was sorry.

"Mom...I don't hate you. I never did. And...you weren't that bad of a mother." I told her, sadness also in my voice.

Alison looked up, smiling a slight bit. "So...does this mean I can come to the wedding?"

"You want to come?" I thought she didn't like Jeremy. She didn't back before she was a vampire.

When Jeremy and I started dating, Alison didn't like it at all. At first she was always doing things to try and keep us apart. But of curse that plan failed. Alison rolled her red eyes, that would take sometime to get use to, the red eyes. Maybe if we spent enough time together then I could get her to stop drinking from humans...it could happen.

"Yes, I want to come. Why wouldn't I want to be at my daughters wedding?"

I smiled. "I don't know I always thought you didn't like Jeremy. Of course you can come, you are my mother. And...I want you there." I really did want her there. What girl didn't want their mother at their wedding?

Alison smiled back. I thought I was going to faint when she hugged me. What was this, new side to my Mom? It was certainly not a side she had ever shown me. As I was hugging her back, I caught a sent in the air that was familiar but yet it wasn't. I had smelled it before but not often. What was it? I wondered.

I got my answer soon after the thought.

Vampire.

JPOV (Jeremy's point of view)

What was it?Melissa's thoughts flowed from her mind to mine. I knew she'd be mad if she knew I was reading her mind, but I had to know what was going on. I didn't trust Alison one single bit. She was up to something and she was working hard to keep her plans from her mind. Melissa had no idea, she was falling for her tricks. I considered stepping in and getting Alison away from Mel, like I had before. But I couldn't do that to her. She wanted to have a good mother so bad. Alison had never been a good mother or wanted to be. Why the sudden change? Alison was up to something, I just couldn't place my finger on what that something was.

I smelled the air. And gasped.

Vampire scent was in the air. And it wasn't coming from anyone in the Cullen family.

It was an enemy. It was someone from the Volturi, someone besides Alison. Why were they here? I scaned the minds of the Cullen's but they didn't seem to notice the smell. Not even the wolfs noticed it.

I looked out my bedroom window and thought I might have a heart-attack. "Melissa!" I shouted and ran as fast as I could down the stairs.

It was to late. By the time I was outside, I was to late. To late, to save her. To help her.

She was gone.

And they had took to her.

They had my love, my life, my Melissa.