Hello all! Thanks so much for all the love :) It means the world to me. I do need to announce that I've changed the rating to this story from T to M. Some of you may think it unnecessary—especially considering there are only about five chapters left lol—but after finding out a ten year old is reading this…well, I'd rather be overcautious than under, so just because it's rated M now does not mean it's going to turn into some kind of porn fest. There will be some 'steaminess' but nothing too explicit—notice I said 'too' explicit—if anything, something similar to the chapter 'Beginning of Hormones' with the sensuality of the previous chapter 'Perfection.' Hope this doesn't bother anyone…Here's the next chapter, read, review, and enjoy!

I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's work, solely the plot and some new characters in this story.

*****************************Alice******************************

"Now, now, Alice," he spoke softly, leaning forward so that our faces were aligned, "things are good now. There's no reason to—"

"But I still can't see anything!" I pouted, ignoring his advances—as tempting as they were. "There are too many wolves for my visions to clear up, I keep seeing these blurry images back at home, but that's just it! Nothing but fog!"

I could feel the immediate sensation of calm washing over, and though I was grateful, it didn't change the fact.

"I think I'm—I'm going for a walk," I sighed resignedly, moving briskly towards the door. Jasper looked hurt, and so I quickly added. "You can come with me, Jazz," with a smile.

He was already holding the door open for me as we stepped out of one of many hotel doors and into the fresh breeze of morning in Volterra. I took his hand in mine and we moved gracefully, taking in the sights of this ancient setting brick by brick wall, cobblestone by cobblestone. It was still too early for the sun to be up and likewise its residents; Jasper and I walked slowly, almost as slow as humans, and it was nice. The fresh breeze was summer against our cool skin, darkness clashing elatedly with the whites of our bodies, the secrets of our existence. It was good to know we'd soon be on our way home, back to Forks, with ALL of our family.

"Alice," Jasper brought me out of my reverie, and I smiled at him, knowing without visions what he was going to tell me.

"You really are too beautiful my impish pixie, did you know that?" he spoke smoothly, as smooth as silk, and I spun playfully from a pirouette into his arms.

"I know that silly," I teased, a chaste kiss on his nose, "but I'm even luckier."

He brought me closer with a roll of his eyes, our bodies hidden beneath the shadows of darkness and the grey clouds of the narrow pathways, staring deeply into mine with undivided attention. Moments for Jasper and I were always like this, a deep understanding, words and actions never required, we just were.

He leaned down ever so slightly, the familiar mist hazing over his golden-black eyes, his perfect lips arching in our routine dance.

Actions weren't required, but definitely fun.

He smiled against me as I leaned more into the kiss, my own eyes closing halfway into the ray of light covered in black surroundings.

And suddenly he growled.

I reacted instantly, eyes slamming open and limbs ready to pounce without hesitation.

"Don't move, Alice," he ordered, already embracing me protectively. He knew my visions were clouded here, that a surprise attack would be just that, a surprise. We could see it now, a figure clad in black not fifty feet away from us, dark yet pale hands hastily taken under the dark robe to meld deeper into the shadowed walkway...and staring right into the window of one of the hotel rooms.

I focused on the figure, trying despite the blurriness to see something, anything.

"Jazz, I can't—"

He shushed me with a pale finger, his eyes discerning with thought.

What is—and then I smelled it.

The sweet scent of vampire, and an underlying odor of…woods?

I took a whiff into the night and sure enough, it was there, a faint woodsy, musky smell, very weak but audible amidst the generic vampire trademark…and I immediately relaxed.

There was only one vampire that could smell like that.

"She's scared, it seems, I can feel it coming off her quite clearly, and nervous," Jasper said softly. He turned to me. "I don't think she means any harm, but for the sake of—Alice, what are you doing?"

I was already out of his arms, a wide smile on my face. "It's Jeanine, Jasper. Edward told me what she did for us, she's one of the good guys."

"Alice," he said warningly, his battle paranoia jumping into play, but I easily shook it off.

"It'll be fine, Jazz," I assured him, slinking closer to the hooded figure. For some strange reason she still hadn't noticed us, simply kept staring into the window as if spellbound.

How strange, being a newborn she should've caught sight of us first, with our smell at least…

I edged closer, curiosity overwhelming every other instinct. A strong hand stopped me halfway. I turned, annoyed with the blonde that looked down at me anxiously.

"Jasper, let—"

"Let's just sneak up from behind, at least, not directly to her face," he demanded. I began to retort but he easily cut me off. "Your visions are not dependable at the moment. I'm not taking any chances."

I sighed and tightened my lips, letting him lead me by the hand around the other side of the path we'd been headed on. I didn't really see the point in approaching her from behind, it was the same as from the side…but of course, Jasper was the strategist with these kinds of things.

We moved swiftly and silently, as stealthy as cats, and it wasn't until we were within twenty feet behind her that I let out a small gasp.

I could see a vague reflection of the girl emitting off of the glass pane window, only…it was nothing like the girl I'd had in mind. Edward had described her as broken, a girl with a tragic past, tragedy that plagued every day of her immortal life, that burned in her somber eyes, never to be really existing again.

The eyes we saw, however, were anything but dead…wide and shocked, unblinking with wonder and awe, as if really seeing for the first time, really breathing. I recalled immediately a pair of eyes with a similar look and turned a smug expression towards my gorgeous confused husband.

"Harmless," was all I said.

Jasper looked confused. "But her emotions, they're…"

I pushed him back so that we were hidden behind another wall. "Happy?" I offered. He shook his head.

"Not exactly, more like…" and then he looked down at me, the corners of his perfect lips curving upward into the smile I adored. "Oh, I see."

I squealed and kissed him briefly, reveling in the additional happy ending we had just encountered. Jasper laughed. "Well, seeing as how Jeanine's completely preoccupied, I suppose we need not worry about her seeing us."

I shook my head. "Isn't it fantastic, though?"

"It is. Surprising too, I wonder how this will affect the others…Which one was it, by the way?"

I smiled, pulling him down another path that would take us back to our own room. "You didn't see him?" I laughed, recalling the identical pair of eyes that looked back at Jeanine through the lucid window, mesmerized as if they had only just discovered the sun, the purpose of their existence.

"It was Tom."

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

Vampires…werewolves…I was pretty sure I was on my way to becoming a zombie right now, where would the myths to reality end?

It wasn't fair, how could it be when the meaning of my existence was in the arms of another? Screw imprinting! There would never be another Renesmee Cullen, so what was the point?

I was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling completely immersed into the next Great Depression and dried up out of tears. Thanks to the Cullens Tom and I had an entire room to ourselves with unlimited room service—which Tom had severely abused—and after a buffet of t-bone steaks, scalloped potatoes, chicken marsala, French fries, cheesesticks, four pizzas and about five liters of soda, I still couldn't find it in me to cheer up.

Renesmee and…Jacob…kissing…

It was my worst nightmare come true, and the icing on top of it all: it had been one hell of a kiss. Anyone would've been blind to not have seen the shooting stars that sprang out from the moment their lips met, it was nothing short of magical…

Magical! What the hell is wrong with you, Oliver?

I shook my head in disgust; words like 'magical' hadn't been in my vocabulary as of before, my brain was clearly beginning to disintegrate along with everything else…

I sighed, looking over to my brother for comfort. Well, at least I got you bro…

"Hey, Tom, you still awake?" I called out into the darkness, though we really couldn't call it 'dark.' We'd left the curtains open and the aura of a full moon shot right through the middle of the room…how fitting, I thought wryly. Tom didn't answer and so I looked over to my twin's bed, expecting the slobbery mess I usually witnessed upon Tom's deep, sleep state, but—

He was sitting up, eyes cast straight out the window as if completely captivated. I rose up on my elbow for a better view.

What the—and then I saw her.

Jeanine…staring right through the clear glass at…Tom, but there was something about the way she…stared back, as if…

"Oh no!" I groaned, throwing myself back onto my pillow with a flop, not even trying to hide my wail of anguish—Tom wouldn't have noticed if an earthquake hit us right now—and covering my face with frustration.

It's been decided, you're going to die alone with a billion cats…another groan: I don't even like cats!

Would the misery never end?

*****************************Jeanine***********************************

So, this is what imprinting feels like…

I had to say: I definitely didn't hate it.

Tom looked at me as if I were the most beautiful creature on the planet, as if I could commit no wrong, as if his main purpose in being here at all was for my protection, for my love.

Love?

Is that what this is? But I barely met the guy!

And? It's obvious you belong with him. You're his imprint, so it must be love!

The newfound emotions continued arguing amongst themselves, but everything was completely forgotten when he shyly took my hand into his own, a heated exchange of contact, ice with fire.

Is that why I find myself melting so quickly?

Despite the rationalities my brain continued to scream, I heard myself utter something completely inappropriate.

"Can you just kiss me already?"

My eyes widened in surprise, in horror…you idiot! Alright, so you say you're in love but what if he says n—

Feverish lips danced on mine, and there was nothing smelly about this little wolf, it complemented my own unique scent, as if completing the missing half of my awkward role in the vampire world. I could smell his blood, just as good, as enticing, but there was too much at risk for me to even consider taking a bite.

I kissed back, gently so as not to scare this miracle before me.

"This is going to be kind of weird, huh?" he grinned as he pulled away slightly, his voice—one I'd only ever heard from afar—husky and wanting. If I was human I knew I'd be blushing madly right now.

"It is," I answered, the same haze blurring my vision into a million stars. "But, we'll make it work, Tom."

Tom…what a beautiful name…pull it together, Jeanine!...How could I have not seen it before?

"Well, actually," cut in another voice, "we were kind of wondering the same thing."

I hastily broke away from the close contact. Much to my satisfaction, Tom looked disappointed. Edward only smiled at us, a spark in his golden eyes. Beside him Jacob continued grinning stupidly.

I don't know what Renesmee sees in him, he's so goofy-looking—

Edward burst out laughing and shook his head. Jacob turned with an interested 'What's so funny?' but Edward merely turned back towards me.

"Carlisle and I were discussing it, and we think the reason you took so long to imprint is because though you were around him on several occasions, you never actually looked him in the eyes, you were always watching from a distance—"

"And it would also explain why they never caught your scent, perhaps," offered Carlisle, appearing by the duo. "Of course, your unique scent may have been the cause, but if you smelled alright to Tom, then that would have greatly decreased your chances at being caught."

"Though it would've saved us a lot of time if I HAD caught her," Tom mumbled beside me, his warm breath advancing onto the corner of my earlobe. It took every memory of rigorous Volturri training to keep my emotions in check, to appear normal…and still I couldn't help but let out a small gasp: Tom was just so…riveting!

"Either way," Jacob continued, "I think you'll really like Forks, Jeanine. And don't worry, since you're about eighteen—"

"Seventeen, actually," I interrupted, then added quietly, "I was on the verge of eighteen before this happened."

Jacob just grinned. "Even better. Tom here is probably about fifteen right now, but I bet he'll be at your age in no time. We cater to you, that's the way this imprint stuff works."

I nodded. "I get it. So then how old would that make you? Considering Renesmee is…wait, how old is she?"

And the grin quickly disappeared.

Jacob shifted, and whether by accident or on purpose he was suddenly two feet farther from Edward. Edward's mouth thinned out as he shot a quick glare in the Alpha's direction.

"Well, given recent events, I'd say Nessie is about fifteen as well, which means she is almost at full growth. Given her pattern, however, and the looks of things," here he shot an unmistakable glower into Jacob's eyes, "I believe she will be sixteen within the next six months."

I understood—Tom had explained to me Renesmee's strange growing dependency—and looked again in Jacob's direction.

"So, how old are you then?"

Another awkward shift. "Well, I couldn't be sure, but I do know I've been this way since she was born, so probably around seventeen?"

"Daddy," another voice chimed in, a much brighter and happier voice than the timid, defiant girl of several days ago, "stop intimidating Jake!"

Edward looked at his daughter with conflicted eyes. "I didn't say anything to him, if that's what—"

"Jake, come on!" she interrupted, ignoring her father's feigned attempt of admitting he was doing 'nothing whatsoever' that might intimidate Jacob. Renesmee grabbed said wolf's hand—who threw a 'sorry, what Nessie wants, Nessie gets' look at her begrudged father—and began making her way over to the boarding section of the terminal. Edward turned back to us with a slight glower in his eyes.

"Well, we'd better be getting ready too, I suppose. Jeanine, Carlisle and Esme will explain to you their idea on the plane concerning your family."

"Oh you really don't have to—"

"Please, dear, it's the least we can do. We'll discuss all the details on the flight, come on," interrupted Esme, the mother hen of this unbelievable coven.

Tom never let my hand go as we made our way toward the boarding area, a dreamlike smile on his handsome face lighting up our every step. I could feel my own smile giving way to several new hotspots on the earth. How strange that I'd never found Oliver exactly attractive and yet his twin brother, Tom, resembled a native god…which reminded me…

Oliver, lagging behind with some of the pack, was still looking quite miserable. Poor little guy, I hope he imprints soon…

Yay for Tom! I know several of you have been asking he imprint: I will admit, considering Oliver has a bigger role than Tom, I hadn't thought too much about him imprinting, but…well what better way to make Oliver's life more miserable than having his last source of comfort—his twin brother—suddenly taken from him by the one thing that destroyed his chances with Renesmee, imprinting? I know, I'm terrible lol, but it makes for good angst, and even better surprises ;) One reviewer (SamforLife) asked about Nessie's age, and so I went ahead and mentioned that in this chapter. In case you missed it, she is about fifteen right now. Earlier I mentioned (through Aro, I think, or Caius…don't remember) that she was 'close' to fifteen, however, considering her ultimate joy at seeing Jake, I figure it's safe to say she's fifteen exactly, if not a bit older hehe. Also, for anyone wondering, we are going to assume her physical appearance is one resembling close to seventeen-eighteenish, and for those wondering—because I KNOW some of you are lol—her bra size is still a B lol. I think I'll keep her at that size, it just would seem a bit irrational to make her this 'big-boobed' girl when Bella isn't exactly full lol (or Renee for that matter), but we'll see with the trivialities…Um, what else…oh yeah, review! Pretty and please lol, there are only about five chapters left in this story *NOOOO!* so if you haven't reviewed at all till now, well I certainly would appreciate a little something :) Next chapter should be up Monday, thanks!