Ok not so many reviews yet, but I guess I owe you guys for having updated so few times. However, like I said, I'm completely ready to go on an updating rampage!...so let's see if you can keep up ;-) haha! Anyway, I still would love for you all to keep reviewing and letting me know what you think, it helps, trust me. Well, here's the next chapter, review and enjoy! Thanks.

Again, Stephanie Meyer's work is completely hers, I only own the plot and some new characters in this story.

***************************Jasper**********************************

Nessie walked in with her arm in Oliver's; her emotions, thankfully, were no longer in the 'Edward is going to annihilate Oliver because of such thoughts' zone, and I could feel a sort of peace within her, content…for the moment. Edward was watching her as well, I caught his gaze, wondering if she had noticed Jacob's absence yet. Edward gave a slight nod…no…but I could see that he was worried nonetheless. I frowned; it was only a matter of a few more minutes, no doubt.

"So," I asked the small beauty beside me, "when Nessie realizes he's gone, what exactly are we going to tell her?"

Alice looked at me positively, though I could see the uncertainty behind her golden eyes, and this was a bad thing; Alice was hardly ever uncertain about anything. "Considering tonight is Christmas Eve, we'll tell her he decided to go home to Billy, that he didn't want him to be alone—don't interrupt me, Jasper—she won't leave the party, I'm sure of it. She'll be worried, of course, but Oliver will keep her distracted."

"How can you be so sure?"

Alice smiled, the first real smile since her vision, "Edward is going to talk to him, and that's putting it nicely. When he's through with him, I'm positive Oliver will follow through."

I was still somewhat confused. "But, how is that going to keep Nessie from leav—"

Edward was suddenly by my side, "Because Oliver saw Jacob leaving, not that he knows why, but nonetheless, he needs to agree to our story otherwise he might reveal more than necessary…again."

"So you're just going to tell him everything then?" I asked.

Edward gave me a small nod. "Yes and no. He's quite determined to keep Nessie all to himself, as he so avidly displayed," a deathly narrowing of the eyes took place, "that was the main reason I wanted to talk to him, but given the circumstances, he won't want Nessie thinking about Jacob, or his absence for that matter. It may be for his own selfish reasons, but for the time being, it puts us both on the same page."

I nodded, understanding where this was headed. "So, you're going to threaten him into playing into Alice's little white lie, using his, uh, recent behavior as collateral."

Edward gave a small smile, "Exactly, I know he doesn't enjoy lying to her, but I'll be willing to let their little episode go if he goes along—" he suddenly froze, glancing quickly at Nessie, who's emotions, I swiftly noticed, were a swarming mass of alarm.

"Edward, now," Alice ordered, but Edward was already headed towards the young couple, "Jasper," she turned to me, "calm Nessie down, please."

I nodded, using all my power as Edward approached them.

It was show time.

******************************Oliver**********************************

Talk about visiting the different levels of heaven; Renesmee was, of course, at the way top—but this food!

I grabbed from every entrée, using one hand to refill my plate over and over again as my other hand traveled back and forth from the dishes to my salivating mouth. I could definitely get used to this kind of cooking, it was only a shame I hadn't found the haven of the Cullen kitchen earlier. I stifled down a burp, remembering vaguely in the back of my food-engrossed brain that Renesmee was still right next to me.

Life was great, I had the most amazing girl by my side, the world's best buffet at my fingertips—on my fingertips!—and…an icy cold hand on my shoulder?

Gulp.

I turned slowly, fearfully, forgetting the mashed up Swedish meatballs still lingering deliciously on my tongue as my mouth dropped slightly into a timid 'o.' Sure enough, Edward Cullen stared back at me through knowing eyes, powerful and heart constricting 'don't even think about running' eyes.

Oh no, he knows! He knows what we…what I…I glanced fretfully at Renesmee, she was in this too after all, at least I wouldn't go down alone—but the partial cause of my soon to come eradication was no longer next to me.

He was going to beat me into dust, no doubt, again I pictured my funeral…my mother crying over my mangled body, Tom looking at me with an 'I told you so' face…The stupid urge of spitting food into his eyes and running for it crossed my mind, but I knew it was the terror in me taking over. I barely had a chance to scan the room in vain for Renesmee when the same icicle of a hand abruptly lifted me off my seat, simultaneously removing the plate of riches from my hand, and dragged me out of the room.

"Let's go for a little walk, shall we?" he spoke softly, and I, petrified out of my mind of the offended daddy vampire, food still hanging halfway out of my mouth, realized Jacob wasn't the only one willing to massacre me when it came to Nessie…

****************************Nessie**************************************

I couldn't seem to control my impulsive terror. All logic escaped me as my throat suddenly felt really tight…where was he?

Oliver was no longer existent in my little bubble of fear, all that mattered was Jake.

I got up, meaning to leave and search for Jake outside, but two figures appeared out of nowhere, blocking my way.

"Nessie!" cried Alice, "What the heck have you done with your hair?"

I looked at her confused. My hair…? Oh, right… "Sorry, Alice, long story," I said, making to push past them, but they didn't budge. "Excuse me, I have to…go to the bathroom."

"I'll come with," chimed in Alice. I looked at her incredulously...she couldn't be serious? Alice only rolled her eyes. "To fix you hair, duh?" Jasper only shrugged at my exasperated look, the hint of a smile threatening to show on his face; there was no arguing with Alice. I had no choice but to follow her to one of the bigger restrooms, one that had the actual toilet separated from the mirror and sink.

She walked daintily, and though I could've blamed it on the heels, my feet dragged. Before she could shove me in, however, I decided to just ask.

"Alice, have you seen Jake?"

Alice stopped trying to lug me in front of the mirror, her gaze focused on my worried expression and she looked at me somewhat sympathetically. "Yes, actually, he had to take off early, Ness, said to tell you sorry for leaving without saying good-bye."

I frowned. "But, where did he go?"

"Well, home of course, silly," Alice answered me, as if that were the only and obvious choice, "you know how Billy is so sick nowadays, and poor Jake just felt it wasn't right for him to spend Christmas alone."

It made sense but…I narrowed my eyes at my tiny aunt. "But Jake always says bye to me…are you sure?"

Alice laughed her high, reassuring, and contagious laugh. "Well, let's just say you were a bit busy at the moment."

I blushed. Oh…that's why…

"I knew you two were still pending on whether or not to tell Jacob so I told him I'd say bye to you for him," she continued, but I didn't need any more convincing, that story I could believe; another thought had entered my mind.

"Alice, do you know exactly what we—I mean, where we, uh…" I stammered, finally getting to the point, "does daddy know what Oliver and I were doing?"

Alice's forehead creased. "To be honest, Nessie, I'm not even sure what you two were doing. I don't think Edward knows everything, but," she stopped, seeing my momentary relief and then unwillingly destroying it, "I think he saw enough."

"I need to find Oliver," I said hurriedly, making to get away, but Alice was quicker.

"Sorry, sweetie, but that hair is not going to stay like that while you have me around," she tugged me into the bathroom.

A new fear arose in me, somewhat ridiculous in theory perhaps, but still very worthy of actually happening: daddy was going to KILL Oliver.

Alright, so in the next chapter Edward is going to have his little 'talk' with Oliver. I myself find it quite hilarious, the fuss anyway, but anyway, who care's what I think? I want to know what you all think, so review…now! Lol, I will more than likely update again by tomorrow (if not earlier); I didn't even shower this morning so I could get a head start on my project and thus update sooner haha! Don't let this act be in vain, so please review, review, review and tell me what I can do to make it better/ what you already like or hate, just tell me. Ok, well, I guess I should go shower then—I bet you thought I was kidding huh?—thanks.