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Bella stared out over the horizon. The sun was rising turning the sky the most brilliant oranges and reds. It was beautiful.

"Bella?" A voice called from behind her.

She turned to smile at the man, "Is it time then?"

"Time enough cher." His New Orleans accent was thick. He was slender but not thin or gangly, he had a tribal dragon tattoo on his arm and his abdominal muscles rippled as he pulled a white tee shirt on over his head.

She nodded and stood; she wore four and a half inch ankle boots, distressed dark wash skinny jeans and a white tank. He handed her a black leather jacket before shrugging into his own.

He held the door for her as they left the room and an arm shot out and grabbed Bella. The man gave a shout and two shots rang into the quiet of the early morning.

"Alice?" Esme's voice was concerned.

I gasped as I came out of the vision. I hadn't seen Bella for so long. I looked to my feet and saw I had dropped Esme's Swarovski crystal vase, beautiful fresh cut tulips and water splayed across the hardwood floors of our home, the broken crystal glittering like my skin in the sun.

"I'm so sorry Esme." I looked to my mother, unable to hide the distress in my voice.

"What is it Darlin? What did you see?" Jasper came over to me and pulled me into his arms. I had missed this. Missed him, but he wasn't the man he was before, the man I had made him into. He was theirs again, Peter and Charlotte's, a Whitlock and a human drinker. Still I took comfort in his strength. Breathing in his leather and gunpowder scent that for so long had made me feel safe, he thought I had saved him all those years ago in the diner but it was he who had saved me, the first person not to see me as a freak. He had given me strength and confidence, he had given me affection and companionship; things I had never felt before, even if he had never been able to give me the love we both so desperately craved. Before I had even met him, the visions of him had given me hope and made me feel safe. I remembered nothing of my past or this life I had woken to but the visions of Jasper had made me feel secure, I would be safe, I just had to wait for him and then we'd find the Cullen's. The visions had kept me sane and given me hope.

After a couple deep breaths I pulled away, a second or two was all the comfort I could allow myself to steal from his arms, he hadn't come back to me, he wasn't mine anymore. I had to be strong and confident on my own, also I wasn't alone in a world I didn't understand with nothing but darkness and burning to remember, now I had my own family, one I still marginally shared with him but one who loved me as I was just the same.

"Alice?" Esme's tone was concerned and I pulled my mind back to the terrible vision and shuddered.

"It was Bella." I told her. "She's in a hotel or something and… and…" I couldn't say it, I didn't want to face it, to have it be real, "she's with someone, they're leaving a room, it looks like a cheap hotel. He holds the door for her to pass through and someone grabs her then there is two shots…" I felt my voice catch in my throat as tears I'd never cry welled up in my eyes.

"Is she ok?" Esme looked stricken, she had never stopped loving Bella. None of us had. Leaving her had torn a fissure into our family and we had never fully healed.

"I don't know." I sobbed.

"Come on Darlin." Jasper led me over to the couch and I sat. "Just take a deep breath."

He was so good about my visions. He always took care of me after, understanding that while some came as easy as breathing, others took a lot out of me. I didn't need to breathe but the motion was soothing.

"Everything alright here?" Peter asked coming into the room with Charlotte. We had never really liked each other much. Some people just aren't meant to be friends but we had Jasper in common and it was enough that we quietly tolerated and respected each other.

"Alice?" Jasper questioned.

I took a deep breath and actively sought out a vision of Bella, something I had not done in a very long time.

Bella laughed and swung her leg over the back of a motorcycle, pulling a helmet over her head and wrapping her arms around the man in front of her.

"Hold tight cher."

The engine started with a roar and the bike sped out down the high way. After a bit the bike pulled over and the two pulled off their helmets, the man had dark brown hair and eyes, his grin was only the tiniest bit crooked from a scar on his upper right lip and he had a tribal dragon tattoo on his left arm. He leaned down and kissed her lightly before pulling off his jacket and reaching to take hers. He opened the seat of the bike and pulled out a bag that he handed to her, replacing it with the jackets. It was a slouchy black purse. She was wearing black stiletto ankle boots, distressed skinny jeans and a silver grey tank. He kissed her again lightly and wrapped an arm loosely around her.

"Hungry cher?"

She shrugged, "Not overly."

"You ok?"

She looked into his eyes and smiled softly, sadness in her eyes "Just don't want to be here, doing this."

"Say the word and I'll turn us around."

"It's something I have to do though isn't it."

"Yeah." He agreed, holding the door to the diner open for her, "but I'm here for you cher."

She leaned up to kiss him as she passed, "Thanks Luc."

The vision faded and Alice shook her head, "Luc. She's with a guy named Luc, he has some kind of tribal dragon tattoo on his arm and a New Orleans accent and she's going to do something she doesn't really want to or seems sad about anyways."

"New Orleans accent?" Esme asked.

"Cajun or Creole? Peter questioned.

I looked at him, I'd never been to New Orleans, only read about it or seen actors on TV, "I don't know, like that guy in that Criminal Minds show, you know Jasper?"

"Creole." He confirmed. "Did you see anything else?"

"They are on a motorcycle, they were stopping at a diner. Wait let me try for more."

She was sitting at a bar; Luc had an arm on the small of her back.

"Dance with me cher?"

She laughed, "I'm a terrible dancer."

"I just want to hold you in my arms a while." He swung back the contents of his glass and pulled her to her feet, "Come on." They moved into the crowd and began swaying to the music. "Let's always dance like there is no one but you and me to see."

"Ok." She breathed leaning into him. "Luc?"

"Yeah cher?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Loving me."

"Well then thank you for the same thing and for letting me love you back."

She laughed softly.

I growled, "I can't see anything useful, just these little moments of her with the guy."

"Can you tell where she is? What hotel it is or when?" Esme had sat on the couch next to me now, concern still marring her features.

I shook my head; "The sun was rising in one and it was beautiful but the land is so nondescript, it could be anywhere. They were on a motorcycle in the other; a long stretch of interstate and they stopped at a diner that looks the same as all the ones I've seen in the United States. In the third they were in some bar that looked like every other bar, well no, it was not like a pub or a club but it had a bar, Bella wasn't drinking though and they were dancing to jazz music."

"What's going on?" Rosalie asked as she walked into the house followed by Carlisle, Emmett and Edward.

"Alice saw Bella." Esme told her quietly.

"What." Edward growled, "I told you to leave her alone."

"I can't help it!" I cried, "It just came and now I have to look, I have to stop it, she might die!"

Edward, Carlisle, Emmett and even Rosalie gasped in surprise, their expressions worried.

"How? Is it one of our kind?" Edward growled.

I shook my head, "They get attacked leaving some hotel."

"They?" Emmett asked.

I hesitate but Edward can read it in my mind and anyways, he left her.

"She's with a man." Jasper spoke up.

"If he hurts her." Edward growled again.

"He loves her." I glared at him, "I can see that in the visions if nothing else."

"Where are they? When does it happen? Can we get there in time? I can hack into phone logs and get her cell number, we could warn her." Emmett ignored the fierce and angry glare Edward was trying to burn me with.

I shook my head again, "I can't see anything useful."

"It's alright Alice." Esme comforted me, "It will come."

As though she had foresight of her own the prediction sent me into yet another vision of Bella.

She lay in a hallway bleeding.

"Luc?" Her voice sounded weak as she tried to staunch the blood flow. Sirens rang in the distance as her eyes fought not to close.

Police and paramedics moved into the hall and one stopped to check Bella while another moved into the room. He came back out only a moment or two later to help the one with Bella. Luc was dead.

"He's got a badge on him." A voice called from within the room, "New Orleans Detective Luc Jourdain."

"What they doing out here?"

"Vacation maybe?" The first voice questioned coming out of the room.

"Any identification for the girl?"

A paramedic held out her hand bag, "We have to get her to the hospital or she's going to bleed out." They began to move Bella down the stairs while the cop pulled open her purse and looked into her wallet, "New Orleans license, Isabella, same last name as the man."

"She's married." I whispered. "Oh god, she looked so bad, there was so much blood." I dry sobbed into Esme, Jasper's hand running in soothing circles over my back.

Edward was growling lowly. He might have left so Bella could have a normal life but faced with the knowledge that she had really moved on and married, he was not handling it well.

"Did you see anything more about where they were?" Carlisle finally spoke.

I shook my head in answer and clung to Esme, she clung back, sobbing as well.

"She's living out her life." Edward spoke, "We can't interfere." He growled, "I forbid you to look for her Alice."

A resounding smack was heard and I spun around to see Rosalie growling at him, she had slapped him hard across the face, a small fracture opening on his granite cheek.

"You brought her into our lives, made us love her and then abandon her, we are not just going to let her die because you are a jealous possessive little prick who can't stand that after over three years, she has moved on with her life."

Edward jumped at her but Emmett had him by the throat in the same instant, "Think about attacking my mate again and I will tear you apart brother." He hissed. "I am going to find my sister. Why I ever gave in and listened to your shit…" He shook his head, frustrated, angry, sad and scared. I didn't need to have Jasper's gift to read it all, I felt the same way, I had abandoned my sister and now her life was going to end far to soon and very painfully. She should have been one of us by now. She should have been happy, here with our family, safe and loved.

"Alice, you'll let us know if you see anything more?" Carlisle as usual was calm.

I nodded, "Of course."

"Esme I do believe we will be leaving rather quickly, will you help me close everything up here?"

"Of course dear." She hugged me one last time and rose to go to her mate, our patriarch.

"Edward, you may join us in finding Bella or take some time as you choose and we will inform you of our location when we have settled somewhere new." Carlisle nodded; it was always his way to give us a choice but his support as coven leader, as our father was towards finding Bella. I wondered if even he regretted his decision to support Edward's wish for us all to leave Bella alone.

"We have a few contacts down South and a house near New Orleans. If you have a last name we might be able to help." Peter offered.

"Jourdain. Luc and Bella Jourdain." I whispered.

He nodded, "I'll see what I can find."

"We'll find her sugar." Charlotte told me kindly.

I just hoped we found her alive and well. I hoped we found her before my visions became reality.

"Go feed Darlin. I can come with you if you want?"

"No, thank you Jazz, I think I'll go on my own." He nodded and disappeared upstairs. I knew he still felt responsible for us leaving her and would do all he could to help her. Jasper so rarely failed at anything, together my family and I would find her, I would see her safe and if she let me, change her so we might never be parted again.