"No, it won't," Embry said. "Alice, calm down. He'll be here by tomorrow. Everything will be okay. He'll get you out of here and the wolves will fight the other leech. We can't let him hunt here…" he muttered, not finishing his thought.

"No!" I exclaimed. "If you or any of the others get hurt..."

"We won't," he insisted. "Chill, we know what we're doing."

"But..."

He pressed a hand over my mouth. "Shh. I have to go warn the others. Stay here," he ordered, as if I could leave. And with that, he left. I'd lost count of how many people would be risking their lives for me today. Yes, I understood Jasper and Embry would want me to die about as much as I'd want them to. But did they have to be so damn stubborn in saving me?

The next few hours were lost in pacing anxiously and searching for visions. A few flashes with James appeared and I tried to fine more as if my life depended on it. Now that I thought about it, it did.

I gasped as I saw one of James walking smoothly through the waiting area. He gave the receptionist a grin, to which she cowered in reply. The bright red clock behind her read 5:18.

My eyes flashed to the similar clock on my wall. 4:37.

I started to panic. I was running out of time. My only hope was that Jasper would not come and the wolves would miss James. Then James could have me and get his revenge on the Cullens.

At 4:53, a familiar vampire burst through my door. Jasper.

His eyes were a warm gold, but they didn't do anything to comfort me. In fact, his panic was spreading, causing my heartbeat to accelerate even more. If James were to walk in right now, I was sure I'd smell very appetizing.

"We have to leave," he said, a sense of urgency in his voice.

"I know," I said. "James is coming, soon. At 5:18, to be exact."

His eyes flashed to the clock. "Follow me," he hissed, and strode out of the room. I followed him as fast as I could. No one seemed to pay us any attention, not even the receptionist- I guessed that money had been involved in that one. It wasn't everyday a patient in a mental hospital could just walk out without anyone stopping them.

The moment we got to the edge of the forest, out of the public eye, Jasper threw me on his back and ran.

I held on and squeezed my eyes shut. No visions appeared- I couldn't tell if that was a good sign or a bad one.

"What time is it right now?" I asked Jasper a while later.

"5:03," he said, and ran faster. "We don't have much time."

I took in a shaky breath, my eyes still shut. I saw James head towards the mental hospital, then suddenly change course and run towards the forest. "He's going to smell us, soon," I whispered in Jasper's ear. He growled something indistinguishable as we pushed on.

I was very aware that I could die soon. It seemed to put a whole new perspective on my life. What had seemed like eighteen long years now felt much shorter. I wondered what my father would do if I died. I didn't think he'd expected to not only outlive his wife, but both his daughters as well.

"If we both die, I'm sorry," I said to Jasper, wondering how cliché and cheesy it sounded.

"Sorry? For what?" he said, surprised but not slowing down.

"It's all my fault," I groaned into his shoulder. I saw James was gaining on us through my closed eyes. The last few minutes I had banked on were going to be greatly decreased. "I should've left Bella's diary alone. I never should have gone to see her."

"It's anything but your fault," said Jasper. "If I could have controlled my thirst, we could have been on the island right now, not running from James."

I didn't reply. There was no point arguing that it had nothing to do with his thirst, but that still didn't mean it was his fault.

I just prayed we'd both make it out alive.