I'm so sorry. It's been like a month since I updated. But if you're a fellow writer, than you know that you can't write unless you have inspiration, and for a while it just wasn't there. So this took a while, but here it is, Chapter 3!

The next few days were uneventful, and to all our surprise, Bella kept her mouth shut. A good thing too, or Rose would have completly chewed her and Edward out.

I was sitting alone on the couch, sketching a dress, humming "Count on Me" by Bruno Mars under my breath. Edward was the only other one in the room, playing on his piano. Esme's favorite, by the sound of it.

I had just begun the train when the music abrubtly cut off. I looked up from my work curiously. He looked at me and sighed.

"Alice..." he almost pled, with a guilty smile. "Please?"

"Oh, alright," I agreed rolling my eyes before closing them. I focused on Bella's future and let the scene of her, Angela and Jessica flood my mind, knowing Edward was watching. "She's just going shopping, she should be fine. She's leaving in five minutes." I told him as the vision cut off. Acting as if he never heard me, he got up and strode out the door, only sparing me a one handed wave.

"Well then," I teased, returning to my drawing. I could hear him chuckle as he got into his car.

"So, who's getting married?" Jasper asked lightly, appearing beside me on the couch.

"No one, I just got bored." I shrugged. "Maybe Rose could wear this when her and Emmett get married. Again."

He chuckled. "So where did Edward go in such a hurry?" I quickly scanned his future so I could answer with confidence.

"Port Angeles. Bella's shopping there, so he went to keep an eye on her."

"Why? I doubt she could find any trouble in Port Angeles, of all places."

"Who knows, it's Edward."

This time he burst out laughing. "That's very true. So, you up for some hunting?"

"Jazz, you're eyes aren't even black yet."

"Yes, but yours are, so let's go. Unless you really don't want to."

"Sure, let's go tell Esme, we wouldn't want her to worry." I put my sketch pad on the end table next to me and jumped up, dashing out the door to the backyard where Esme was tending to the massive flowerbed. Jasper silently followed me.

"Hey Mom!" I greeted her with a smile as I danced to where she was kneeling over the flowers. She laughed at my greeting and stood up to pull me in a tight hug. "Jazz and I are going hunting, we'll be back in a little while, we're not going far."

"Alright," she said, kissing my forehead and then Jasper's. "Hurry back, I miss you already."

"Of course Esme," Jasper said, kissing the top of her head. "C'mon Al," he said, taking my hand, and we were off. We leaped over the river, and just ran, not going anywhere in particular. Out of nowhere, Jasper sighed, shaking his head back and forth.

"What?" I asked curiously. He looked at me with a bright smile.

"I never could have imagined, after all those years of being hated," he looked absentmindedly at the scars that marked his arm, his smile faltering, "That I could ever find this amount of love."

"Jasper Whitlock, you're the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful southern gentleman I have ever met, and will ever meet. How could I not love you?"

"Thank you," he said simply, his smile returning to it's former glory. "But not just you, from Esme, Carlisle, everyone. It's so different from my past life, it's disorienting sometimes, but nice all the same."

"You are very loveable Jazz," I said with a smile.

"Yeah right," he snorted, "That's why Emmett and Edward practically died of fright when they saw me."

"But then they got to know the real you, and have come full circle."

He shrugged. "Now we should really hunt, you did promise Esme we would stay close, unless you would like to continue to Oregon."

"Alright," I sighed, coming to a stop and evaluating my surroundings. There was a pack of deer to the north.

"Five?" he guessed, inclining his head toward the herd. I listened harder.

"I think so," I said, then let my instincts take over. I thought of nothing but the ache of my throat and the sound of blood that promised to quench it. My instints were aware that Jasper was walking on my side, and they tried to warn me. I didn't pay attention to that, completely focused on the hunt. I peered through the brush, into the small meadow where the unsuspecting deer were eating the grass. I peered over at Jasper, to see him crouching down and moving to the left. I followed and crouched behind him as he evaluated the deer, looking for weakness's, like he always did.

Like the strike of a snake, he lashed toward the second biggest one, his mouth at his throat before the other's could look up. I took the biggest one, and the blood felt good against my raw throat. I heard the other three running away, and the sound of Jasper walking up behind me, already done.

I finished moments after, and shoved the lifeless animal off me. "Why do you always give me the biggest one?" I asked, standing up beside him. He just shrugged and smiled. "Always the gentleman," I muttered taking his hand and turning to head west.

"Where to now?" he asked.

"Not really sure. Maybe we should get one more, for good measure."

"Wait," he said suddenly stopping, forcing me to stop.

"What?"

"Elk to the south, that good enough?"

"Well, I don't think we can hope for anything better."

I twisted and loped to the south, heading straight into the bunch this time. Only three, and they were quite small, but better than nothing. I quickly got a hold of the second biggest, wanting Jasper to have a chance at a larger one. After all, he had a harder time abstaining than me, he needed it more. I was about halfway done, when the scene around me disappeared...

"He told me some old legends-trying to scare me I think. He told me one..." Bella said, sounding nervous.

"Go on." Edward prompted.

"About vampires."

"And you immediatly thought of me?"

"No, he... mentioned your family."

I shook my head back and forth, trying to remove the illusion. I became vaguely aware of Jasper's hands on my shoulders, shaking me slightly, enough to make my teeth rattle.

"What's wrong Alice?"

"She knows," I whispered, turning my face to look at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Bella figured it out. She knows what we are."

He groaned, letting go of my shoulders in exchange for one of my hands. He helped me up and said, "We have to go tell the others."

"I guess you're right," I said grimacing. I wasn't looking forward to Rosalie's reaction.

"When will he be home?"

"Twenty minutes, tops."

"Then we should hurry."

We ran swiftly back in the direction of the house, it was dark out now. We walked in the front door, where we found Carlisle and Esme sitting on the couch, talking quietly to each other. They both looked at us when we walked in, surprised by our serious expressions.

"What's wrong?" Esme asked at once.

"Em, Rose, get down here," I called. They were at the bottom of the steps in mere seconds.

"What's wrong lil sis?"

"Bella knows we're vampires."

"Edward told her?" Rose screeched. I shook my head.

"No, she said she got it from an old legend, so probably one of the tribe."

"Isn't that against the treaty? Those mongrels!"

"Rose calm down," Carlisle cautioned. "I think you're blowing this out of proportion."

"Are you kidding me? A human knows our secret! If the Volturi find out, we're all dead!"

"I doubt they would ever find out. And even so, if the vision Alice had proves to be correct, then we'll be fine."

They all looked at me with meaningful expressions, so I sighed and closed my eyes. Yup, the vision of Bella as a vampire was as clear as ever. "Still clear as a bell."

Everyone relaxed except for Rose. She stomped up the stairs, with a laughing Emmett behind her.

I gritted my teeth, knowing this was only a preview of what was going to break loose when Edward comes home.

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