Setting: Takes place after first car accident in Twilight. Family talk at the Cullen's house.

It's Not Fair

Jasper's POV

All seven of us filed into the dining room, a line of opposition clearly drawn by where each chose to sit. Carlisle sat at the head, Esme to one side of him and Edward to the other. My love, Alice, floated in, lost in her visions and sat robotically next to Esme. I yearned to take the seat next to her but stood firm in my opposition to the coming argument. On the other side of the table, opposite Carlisle, sat Rosalie. Emmett, loyally beside her.

I chose to stand, ready to take any necessary actions if need be. Regardless of how the others felt, I would not allow Alice to be put in danger. Edward had allowed the human girl, Bella, to witness his unnatural strength and speed. A human girl who was already suspicious of us, and who was immune to Edward's mind reading abilities. She was a risk.

If she were to uncover our true identities and expose our vampire nature, then the Volturi would surely execute us. We must act quickly.

Killing her was the best option. It would be more than easy to stage an accident for this clumsy girl and would eliminate the threat indefinitely. Carlisle, as the pacifist he was, would never agree. If he deems it necessary, then we will move. Rosalie will not want to move; she will fight for whatever solution that allows us to stay. She will side with me and Emmett will follow her.

I should think Edward would want to move too. The girl's blood torments him. I cannot understand why he even came back from Alaska. Every day he has been playing with fire. We had given him the opportunity to deal with this on his own, but now it has gone too far. What an idiot to have flown across the parking lot to stop a van with his bare hand. Humans die every day, there was no good reason to save this one.

I wondered what my Alice saw. Did she see me breaking the girl's neck?

Carlisle spoke, "The girl appears to be keeping our secret. She is telling others that Edward was right next to her."

"She knows it's not true and insists I tell her the truth." Edward reported. "I've made sure to spread the news that she suffered a head injury. Although minor, it weakens her credibility if she does say anything."

"Mmm, maybe it's best if we move on." Esme suggested warmly. "No need to risk it."

As if on que, Rosalie chimed in, "I don't want to move. We are almost done with high school, I don't want to start over again. We shouldn't all have to pay for Edward's stupidity." She glared at him while he ignored her. Her animosity towards his actions fuming.

"Plus, how do we know she won't talk after we leave? We don't know what she's thinking." Rosalie continued. "Keeping her alive is a liability."

Edward snarled at her. "No one will hurt her." He matched her glare with clenched teeth. "Alice will see if she decides to say anything."

At the mention of her, we all turned to Alice who gazed behind cloudy eyes. What has she seen? Without blinking she uttered, "Please don't kill her Jazz."

Her sweet angelic voice was speaking to me. She had seen my plans and was asking me not to do them. Against my better judgement I deferred to her wishes. I would not hunt down the girl.

My change of mind ignited a series of reactions. Visions still danced behind my love's eyes, but her lips turned up and a feeling of awe accompanied them. She was seeing good things to come. Yet, her amazement was paled by the feelings coming from Edward, who had suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.

You didn't need my gift to observe the emotions emanating off him. His mouth was agape and his eyes wide; shocked as he watched the visions. His brow creased, slanting upwards and his eyes glistened in admiration. Desire pulsed through him; he wanted what she saw. Warm feelings of hope and love blossomed from that desire. His wide eyes melted, and the corner of his lips turned up.

The room was confused, not knowing the content of the visions. Regardless, Esme radiated joy as she peered upon the happiness of her first son.

Only half a second had passed before Edward's euphoria vanished. His pupils constricted and his lips fell. He clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as he bellowed lowly, "No." His dejected eyes opened and pleaded with Alice. "I won't do it." He was in pain as he strengthened his resolution.

Alice became disappointed and finally blinked out of her visions. She looked at her brother, confused. "But Edward, you could be so happy."

"I won't do it." He said again more loudly, shaking his head and frowning at his hands. "It's wrong."

Everyone at the table, except Edward and Alice, sat perplexed by the quick turn of events. A moment ago we were discussing the human girl, and within two seconds, Edward emotions had jumped from both ends of the spectrum, landing on a sad display of misery. What was going on?

"But. . . she's your mate." Alice's words brought realization. The feeling of shock rippled through the dining room.

Edward was, or would be, in love with the human. It was baffling to consider such a thing. He was consumed by bloodlust for her, but did it run deeper? It would explain his odd behavior. I could feel his curiosity at lunch when he would glance at her. I misread it for his inability to read her mind. Now that I really thought of it, there were subtle signs. A sudden tinge of jealousy, a mild hint of lust. So minute, I didn't even register it at the time.

Did this mean she would be joining the family? Would Edward change her? His words and heartbreak made sense now; he would not. He thought we were damned, soulless monsters. He would not steal life from the one he loved.

At Alice's words, Edward squeezed his eyes shut and ground his teeth together. His lower lip pushed out as he held his pain in. He choked, "It's not fair," and began to weep.

Esme was out of her chair in an instant, wrapping her arms around Edward's slouched shoulders. Out of all the years I had known him, Edward had displayed a diverse array of emotions, being the immortal teenager he was, but never had I seen him like this.

This was sad. He moaned like a young child, leaving Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle and myself in pitied shock.

Carlisle shifted his crestfallen face towards the three of us on the other side of the table. He nodded towards the living room, giving us leave. "No one will hurt the girl." We each nodded our agreement and exited the room.

Rosalie lingered in the doorway, looking again at her oldest brother. She felt bad for him. She turned her head away. "This world is so cruel," she whispered, and left the room.

I know I said it is a happy story, don't worry, I promise it is.

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