So here it is, the very last chapter of this story. I decided to end with Alice 1. Because she's probably my favorite Cullen and 2. I wanted to end on a slightly less broody note (*cough* Edward *cough*). Anyway, thanks to everyone who read the whole thing through, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

Alice's POV

I was practically jumping out of my skin with excitement as I watched Bella open her present. Bella liked to whine about these kinds of things, insisting that she didn't enjoy so much attention. However, I had spent a lot of time and energy planning this party, and she was going to enjoy herself, whether she liked it or not.

"Shoot," Bella murmured as the wrapping paper sliced her skin.

A vision suddenly hit me and I knew that Jasper was about to lose control. Fortunately, Edward read Jasper's mind and responded quickly.

"No!" he bellowed as he rushed towards Jasper, the two of them crashing together in the middle of the room. I had been so busy watching Edward and Jasper that when I heard Bella crashing into the table behind her, I jumped in surprise. I looked over at Bella, her body crumpled amongst a mess of glass and crystal. My heart flew into my throat as I watched my best friend for signs of life. Suddenly, the scent of her blood flooded the room. She sat up, her eyes bewildered as she stared into the faces of six blood thirsty vampires. I could feel the desire burning in my eyes; Bella's blood had always been quite appealing to me, though my desire paled in comparison to Edward's. I tried to soften my expression into something of a reassuring smile, but failed dismally. Desire was coursing through me, begging for release.

Thankfully, Carlisle remained calm. "Emmett, Rose, get Jasper outside," he commanded. His words seemed to snap all of us out of our haze of desire. They quickly obeyed, dragging a flailing Jasper out into the yard. I scanned Jasper's future, seeing that he would not attempt to come back in after Bella. I breathed a sigh of relief; I loved Jasper, but if he killed Bella, I don't know how I would be able to face him. I would go out and comfort him later, but now I needed to be here to comfort Bella, help Carlisle and, god forbid, stop Edward from attacking Bella.

I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a towel, knowing that Carlisle could use it to put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding.

"Here Carlisle," I said upon my return, holding the towel out to Carlisle.

He shook his head. "Too much glass in the wound," he said, his eyes never leaving Bella's. "Bella," he said soothingly, "Do you want me to drive you to the hospital, or would you like me to take care of it here?"

"Here please," she answered weakly.

I glanced over at Edward, his face paler than usual and his muscles locked tightly. He was definitely struggling.

"I'll get your bag," I said quickly, running into his office. Honestly, I was grateful to be able to leave the room. Bella's scent was getting to be overwhelming and I knew that taking this short time away from her would help immensely. As I was running I looked into Bella's future, hoping that she still had one. The picture I received was fuzzy; every time I thought I was getting a clear picture, it slipped back out of focus. I gulped, knowing that her future was, as of yet, undetermined. The wound would not be fatal, but whether or not Edward would have the strength to resist hurting her was a whole different question. Clearing the pictures out of my mind, I grabbed Carlisle's bag, took a deep breath and headed back downstairs.

When I returned, they were in the kitchen with Bella sitting on the table. I handed Carlisle his bag and he immediately went to work. The enticing scent of Bella's blood once again flooded my senses and I had to close my eyes to regain control. This is Bella, my best friend. I will not hurt her.

I opened my eyes, daring to glance at Bella. I instantly felt a stab of pain in my chest as I looked at her expression; she looked like she was suffering immensely, not just physically, but emotionally. I looked over at Edward and could guess the source of her pain. The inner struggle that was occurring was plain on his face, especially in his eyes. They looked very similar to the way Jasper's had when he attacked Bella; wild and yet focused only on Bella. And yet, there was an ounce of restraint in them, holding him back. I knew that if this restraint slipped for just a fraction of a second, Bella would be gone.

"Just go, Edward," Bella sighed. She sounded exasperated but there was a slight tinge of fear in her voice. Edward looked downright scary, even to me.

"I can handle it" he said, but I could tell by his voice that even he was beginning to doubt that.

"You don't need to be a hero," she said. "Carlisle can fix me up without your help. Get some fresh air."

I laughed internally. Bella hit that one right on the head. Edward definitely had a hero complex. His expression shifted too quickly for her to see, but I caught it; first shock, then stubborn resistance.

"I'll stay," he said through clenched teeth.

"Why are you so masochistic?" she grumbled.

"Edward, you may as well go find Jasper before he gets too far. I'm sure he's upset with himself and I doubt he'll listen to anyone but you right now," said Carlisle reasonably.

"Yes," Bella agreed quickly, "Go find Jasper."

"You might as well do something useful," I added.

Edward's eyes narrowed, he knew that he was outnumbered and that he really wasn't needed here anymore and yet he still wanted to stay. He probably viewed this whole incident as some sort of test of his strength. Finally, he left the kitchen. I heard the back door closing and knew that he was safely outside.

All three of us instantly relaxed, and Carlisle bent his head towards Bella, fully immersing himself in his work. Bella's scent was growing stronger and stronger, making my muscles tense and my throat burn. I wanted to stay and comfort her but it was starting to overwhelm me. I'm not going to act like a martyr, unlike Edward I thought to myself. I flashed a small, apologetic smile towards Bella, hoping she would understand that I had tried my best, hoping she wouldn't blame herself, and slipped out of the kitchen.

As I walked through the dining room, a vision crashed over me with the full force of a tidal wave. Edward leaving Bella, Edward making the whole family move away, forbidding us from seeing her ever again.

No I thought to myself, no way in hell is he going to do this. I sprinted outside, ready to slap Edward in the face. When I saw his face, however, all anger drained from my body. His expression was one of pure agony. If I wasn't seeing it first hand, I wouldn't have believed that such pain could exist. I placed an arm around his shoulder and he looked up, his eyes burning into mine.

Please, Edward, I screamed in my mind, You don't have to do this.

His eyes returned to his feet and I realized with horror that his decision was absolute.

At least go and see her before you make up your mind, I thought, desperately trying to change his decision, maybe things aren't as dire as you think. Carlisle should be finished stitching her up by now, he was almost done when I left.

He nodded slightly and I removed my arm from his shoulder. I tried to smile at him, but I knew that my eyes would reveal my true feelings. Then he was gone.

My eyes ached to release the tears I knew would never fall. Bella was more than my best friend, she was practically a sister to me. She had made me feel closer to human than anything I had ever experienced. She was a light that brightened all of our lives, and I knew that without her we would all be swallowed by darkness. I didn't even want to think about what Edward would be like once we were gone; she was his only reason to exist. And poor Bella, she wouldn't understand and I would never be able to explain, never be able to tell her goodbye and how much I loved her. She was going to be crushed. I could see her now, curled into a ball, devoid of all hope, left utterly and completely alone. Her whole world would be gone in an instant and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I realized that my whole body was shaking. I steadied myself, closed my eyes and put my fingers to my temples, looking for any vision that would contradict Edward's decision. I searched desperately, but the only future I could see was one without happiness, without comfort, without Bella.