Next chapter! Whoot! I'm really happy with this new edited version, it sounds better and it's longer.

For those who are probably wondering when I'm uploading another chapter of Cullen Resort or The Witch Diaries. I am set on finishing this fanfiction first and then continuing either of my other ones. I'd like all of my readers to decide which one I should continue first. So pm me what story you prefer to hear more of first and I'll see which one wins.(: I have a number of ideas for both that just need to make it to paper or my computer. So please tell me which one I should focus on next!

This fanfiction is expected to have at least 13 chapters, I only hope. I have chapter nine typed and just working on chapter ten, I hope to post a new chapter very soon. I'm just dragging out the posting times due to the fact that school has kept me so busy lately and I'm taking forever to type out chapters. I hate to leave you all hanging too long.

Anyways, without further adue, Chapter Four! Enjoy! Please review! I love feedback! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own The Twilight Saga, all credit goes to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter Four

Jamie's POV
I was standing at the window of my new room staring out at the river below watching Jasper shove Edward against a boulder and both of them hissing and whispering to each other too low for me to pick up from here.

I thought I caught the name Alice a couple times and it sounded like Edward mentioned Esme.

When Edward darted into the house, I watched Jasper go still then grab a twig and write something in the muddy shore. I frowned when he got up and ran into the house.

I turned as I heard him brush into my room and I stood there staring at him.

My new sharp eyes examined every angle and shadow that belonged to his tall lean body. I took in every sharp corner to his sturdy jaw, every lock of his soft looking blonde hair, every flat muscle to his strong held arms and well defined torso, every rise and fall of unneeded air filling his chest, every soft brush of the fabric as his shirt caressed his pale skin, every silvery scar that crisscrossed all over his neck, every shadow that cast on the plains of his face and every speck of gold in his piercing yellow eyes. He was breathtaking, standing there with his hands in fists at his side and his expression seeming stressed.

"Jamie." He said my name in a quiet voice and his gaze softened.

"Yes, J-Jasper?" I questioned him, stuttering on his name. Why am I so nervous? My body visibly relaxed and I was hit with a calming touch, Jasper's mouth lifted slightly into a half smile.

"Can I talk to you please?" he asked, sitting on the edge of my unmade bed.

I nodded and sat beside him. "What's up?" I started, after a moment of awkward silence.

"Everythin' is up. My life is on the edge of a blade. My wife ran with emotions that physically hurt me, especially comin' from her. My friend has the potential of becomin' more than that. My brother won't tell me where my wife is. The Volturi are comin' to take my wife from me. I'm on the verge of insanity 'cause of the stress and anxiety I'm feelin' comin' off of every member of my family. I don't know what to do. I really don't Jamie…" He whispered the last part and put his head in his hands.

His friend has the potential of becoming more?

I barely heard the rest of his confession with those words ringing in my head.

Am I possibly that friend?

I wrapped my arms around him for the first time, concentrating on keeping it supportive and friendly. He pulled back and looked up at me, his eyes a liquid gold colour and his head tilted slightly to the side.

"Jamie," he whispered and brushed a piece of my blonde hair from my forehead with a warm pale finger.

His gaze was locked on my face.

Without my brain thinking properly, I leaned forward and touched his soft warm lips with mine. A shock flashed through me and he twisted his fingers into my hair while I grabbed fistfuls of his. My desire was overflowing, a burning hot volcano about to erupt. He was responding! To me!

My ears heard a dry sob come out of someone's mouth from down stairs and a couple harsh growls.

The noises interrupted Jasper's short daze and he pulled back, shock crossing his face.

I blinked and looked down, a tad ashamed but my body was filled with too much joy to really feel it.

Jasper Whitlock actually kissed me back. God, I sound like a love struck teenager, oh that's right, I am.

I let my gaze slowly meet his and his face showed nothing but blankness but as I watched him, his eyes flickered with pain and his jaw clenched.

Uh oh, this isn't good.

Alice's POV

I saw Jasper's message in the dirt and I decided that it wouldn't hurt to return home. But I was dead wrong, as soon as I sat on the couch in the living room with Rose and Bella on either side of me, I was hit unexpectedly.

It wasn't a possible vision, it was an event that would happen in 5…4…3…2…1.

I gasped and couldn't hold my mask; I broke into sobs keeping my face in my hands.

Rosalie and Bella frowned hugging me and asking what was wrong. Edward growled, glaring at the stairs.

"I told her to back off," Edward hissed.

"No!" I shrieked. Watching it happen, seconds before it did, was torture.

All the other possibilities disappeared.

I saw Jasper and Jamie under a canopy of roses, her in a white dress and him in a black tux, with nobody but a priest with them. I saw me, a wilted flower, dead with a bare left ring finger and a billowing black cloak.

I wouldn't let all I fought for slip through my fingers! Never! I waited years watching Jasper be with that whore, Maria, never again will another woman get her hands on him. And especially not a sixteen year old girl.

I snarled and got up shrugging out of Rosalie and Bella's embraces. I flashed upstairs, broke down Jamie's bedroom door and lunged at her, throwing both of us over her sofa and grabbing her throat.

"You will never touch my husband again, you bitch!" I screamed in her face, my eyes black with rage and jealousy.

"I'm the bitch! Ever since I woke up in the damn life all you've given me is the cold shoulder! I haven't felt an ounce of kindness from you! Your husband is actually nice to me and he's a friend! Don't go all jealous pixie freak on me, all you've done is run! Coward, that's what you are and I'm tired of you and princess Barbie downstairs glaring and shoving your snotty little stuck up facing in my useless life! Just get the hell off of me!" Jamie hissed shoving me off with her fresh strength.

I lay halfway on the floor staring at her. "You think you have it hard?" I whispered, keeping my solid coal eyes on her.

"I doubt you've ever had to suffer ever in your perfect little fantasy life," she snaps, glaring.

"My perfect fantasy life? Try living through this! First waking up in God knows where alone no idea what you are. I had to teach myself how to life in my new life and I can't remember my human life, at all. Try watching your future love and husband BE with another woman for over 20 years and then watch him suffer in loneliness and pain for a couple more years knowing that you can't help him. Try watching your husband almost kill your sister and try watching the man that almost killed you almost kill your sister. Try having the Volturi almost kill your brother and then later almost kill your niece. Try having to see flash after flash after flash of visions so painful that you might be going insane because of them. And finally try having your faithful soulmate kiss another girl, like the whore he was with almost two centuries ago. Try being me," I hissed at her, blending the words together so fast, I almost didn't understand them.

Strangely, I was calm. I knew it wasn't of Jasper's doing. I guess realization dawned on me, finally.

Then I got up to leave but was stopped by Jasper.

"Don't you dare, Jasper Whitlock. Don't you dare. Don't you follow me. Don't you pretend to care. I have my future determined and it's what I have chosen. Goodbye," I said to him. I took off the ring that has been welded to my finger for over 150 years. I placed it in his hand and stepped around his frozen form, walking out of the room and back downstairs.

That hurt more than I have ever felt, more than the fire I had to endure during the transformation.

But I managed to keep my head high and not break down. Sure Jasper knew what I was feeling but that just added to the guilt he will have to deal with later.

As I walked down the stairs, every member of my dear family was staring at me. Esme looked like she would have been in tears, if it was possible. I walked over to her and hugged her tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Alice. Please don't leave," Esme whispered in my ear and I hugged her tighter, wishing I could shed at least one tear.

One tear, to represent the life I was leaving, the man I thought I knew and loved, the mother and father and sisters and brothers and niece that I cared for so dearly, one tear to show how much I hurt.

"I'll be in Denali for a bit. I can't stay here, but you can all see me there. But soon I'll be on my way to my new life. I love you, Esme, so much. Thank you for everything you have ever done and I'll be sure to write," I whispered in her ear and pulled back giving a gentle squeeze to Carlisle. Embracing Bella and Rosalie, I then gave a huge bear hug to Edward and Emmett, a tight hug for Nessie and even a small hug for stinky Jacob.

I grabbed my wallet, purse and keys and made sure to avoid eye contact with Jamie, as she had come downstairs to see me leave her with her now perfect life.

With my head still high, I walked out the door never looking back on my old life. Time to embrace the new, black cloak and all.

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