Authors Note:

Hey! Sorry about taking soooo long. But, in my defense, it's a long chapter.

Heads up; Jasper is very clueless in this chapter.

Clean

(JPov)

I walked through the hallway, still going through in my head what just happened. I've never felt that amount of feelings from anyone ever. Those feelings were almost too large for a human to handle and she didn't seem to even realize it. Then I remembered her dark eyes, that were so mesmerizing. It felt like looking at one of our kind for the first time. Those eyes just couldn't be cast out of my mind, even if I wanted them to.

I walked absent mindedly through the hallways, not really looking at where I was going. Soon I was sitting at my desk, facing my History teacher; Mr. Adams, the bearer of wrong information.

The door opened and in came the most appealing smell. But not in the way to make the blood-thirsty monster thrash from within me. It was the way in making me dizzy with desire. The mouth watering aroma was there, but it was smothered by apple blossoms and lilies. I turned to see who it was that was making me intoxicated, only to find a particular, tiny goddess walking in.

Once again, I was awed how much beauty could fit in such a small, fragile body. The fluidness of her motions showed when she floated down to Mr. Adams' desk. But in there was also a hint of a skip. Every so often, her feet would jump a little too far from her steady walk, but not far enough for humans to see. Her bouncy hair was shining, even under the badly lit classroom. She kept on flashing her brown eyes at me, making my heart experience another beat, even though it was still frozen. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she talked to the teacher. Then when she started to walk my way, I froze. She was coming this way? Why?

Was I nervous? Why would I get nervous over a simple human? A simple human with gorgeous features, an entrancing scent and emotions that I've never felt before.

Suddenly, I was grateful that Edward was currently across the school site and out of his "hearing" range.

My eyes followed every step she took. But she didn't look up at me again as she sat down. I basked in that amazing electricity shooting up my body and the perfume of the angel next to me. I wondered if she even knew she was feeling this. The legrathy washed over me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Then there was a spark of panic on my radar. It was like an annoying fly buzzing in my ear on a good day. But as it faded away, another fly came up; she was confused. Then I realized what was causing her agitation. Me. I was unconsciously squashing her own feelings and replacing them with one of my own. I quickly retracted the tendril of calmness and shook off her hold on me and tried to ignore the energy.

But as the class progressed, that feeling dimmed and she got more bored by the minute, doodling into her notebook. I straightened up in my chair to look over her shoulder, but there was nothing that I could learn from with my degree of Psychology I had.

Towards the end of class, she abruptly stiffened. Her eyes turned more blank than before. Now they, practically held no emotion, even though she started to feel much more than boredom. She got irritated and then she had a moment of panic, then annoyance and gratitude, and, finally, boredom. As if nothing happened. The most peculiar sequence in such a short amount of time.

Then, as if on cue, Mr. Adams turned to the classroom. He noticed the delicate girl still doodling and staring into space. Annoyance flared up in the atmosphere.

"Miss. Brandon, what was the bloodiest battle in the Civil War?" he asked, stiffly. I felt sympathy towards her, and, surprisingly enough, a little angry. There was no way she could have remembered that. He said it as most of us were still gathering our notebooks and talking. And, judging by their emotions, the others did not know it as well.

But, despite feeling nothing than boredom from her when he said that, she managed to say Gettysburg with absolute was no hint of indecision or confusion at all.

How could she possibly remember that? Could this be the work of her "visions" she thought about? No. Most likely not. Humans couldn't be "real life" psychics. Our kind could have a psychic gift, but not humans. It's just not possible.

I turned my full attention back on her, trying to decipher some part of of this mysterious vixen. As she turned back to me, the storm started to brew again. The lightning crackled and coiled around my bones, leaving me grateful for the chair I was sitting on. All I could see were her beautiful dark eyes, that were bordered with black eyelashes.

But, then, the bell rang, startling both of us. I hurried out at my usual pace, feeling a small void in the pit of my stomach. I shook that feeling off. It probably was somebody else. It couldn't possibly have been my own feelings.

I pondered over this all during next period. Thankfully Mr. Barnes, the music teacher, didn't bother to ask me any questions. Though I did have to endure the eminence sexual tension radiating from him every time he looked at a girl.

When I got outside, I saw that girl again. Alice. But, something odd happened. One moment she was walking, then she froze, walked quickly to the side of her car, turned and caught a ball spiraling towards her with ease, feeling no surprise or awareness. It was as if she knew exactly where she should put her hands. Just like with Mr. Adams; it was like she knew what was going to happen before it actually occurred.

As she finished talking to one of the football players, Cole-which made me surprisingly mad-she froze, again. I waited to see if anything else happened but, instead, she turned to me as if she felt my gaze on her.

I could barely feel the electricity, but it was there nonetheless. My heart lurched, as if it was trying to jump out of my body to get closer to her. To the storm.

But, before my feet could do anything I didn't want them to do, she shook her head and turned away. It made me curious. What was going on inside her head?(A.N./ Sound familiar?) She didn't feel anything but annoyance. Annoyance that was not towards me.

As I heard my family walk towards me I quickly changed my line of thoughts from Edward. I thought about the "incident" that just happened as well as the one involving Mr. Adams.

As they gained closer, I started to feel confusion from my brother. I turned to face them.

Rosalie and Emmett were, as usual, preoccupied with each other. I started to ease back from their disgusting feelings and focused back on Edward.

Dude, I'm getting a bad feeling about this whole...seeing the future thing, I told Edward. And I was. That girls actions were just too perfect to be a coincidence. I haven't felt one ounce of surprise from her this whole day. Maybe we should ask Carlisle? I asked, unsure.

He shrugged; he wasn't sure either.

When we all settled into the Volvo, Bella turned and asked, "Okay, what going on?"

"So you know how Edward said that the new girl, Alice, thought about her 'visions' in the cafeteria?" I asked, using quotation marks.

"What?" Emmett snorted. "Did she see two twins that spoke in unison and tell her an answer?"

As the rest cracked up, I turned to Edward uneasily. Then Bella saw our faces and froze.

"You're kidding," she hesitated, causing Emmett and Rosalie to quiet down, "Right?"

"Well, there were no twins," I admitted.

"I like where we draw the line," Rose said dryly.

"What happened?" asked Emmett, interceding to prevent a sibling fight.

I retold the events that happened in History and then in the parking lot. I decided to leave the scent thing out.

"What scent thing?" Edward turned to me.

Damn! As everyone turned to me, I started to explain, "When she came in the room, a very strong scent came wafting in. It overpowered everyone else's smell. It belonged to Alice."

"As in, she's your singer?" Bella asked worriedly.

"No," I said quickly. "No. Not at all. It was just...very strong. It was appealing, but not...appetizing. It's like being with one of you guys. "

"And when I thought this day couldn't get any freakier," Emmett groaned, "we find out that Madame Cuckoo has a scent that is not all delicioso."

I glared at him. "This is serious, Emmett. What should we do?"

"We could ask Carlisle," Bella suggested, "He'll definitely be interested in a human having this huge of a gift and unique scent."

"Hold on," Rose said, "this might not even be that big of a deal. I don't want to move again just because some girl can guess an answer and catch a football."

"Not that big of a deal?" Edward snapped. "Rose, if this girl can really see the future, she might see us doing something regular humans can't do."

We froze. None of us even thought of the idea of her seeing our secret.

"She might see us run or lift something heavy," Bella whispered.

"Or sparkle in the sunlight," Emmett added.

"Or hunt," I said in one breath, horrified.

The panic started to rise in the car with each second. As I sent waves of calm, I said, "I think we should ask Carlisle."

"Ask Carlisle what?"

We all froze. I looked out the window. We were already in the garage. We, including Edward-the driver-didn't even notice we started driving.

Carlisle was standing out by the door with a curious look.

As I let everyone calm down by themselves, I said, "We may have a problem."

We watched, solemnly, as Carlisle paced in the living room. Esme was in the corner watching him with worry.

We waited to for an answer as everyone exchanged glances every once in awhile.

Soon, though, Emmett got impatient. "Well?"

"Well," Carlisle hesitated, "this could be a problem."

"Really?" Rosalie said with acid in her voice.

"Rose," Esme chasted.

"So, what do we do?" I asked.

"I feel that we should not do anything at the moment. At least, until we know for sure. For now, let's keep a close eye on this Alice," Carlisle thoughtfully. "Edward, you should listen to her thoughts as much you can."

Edward nodded, and then said, "That's a good idea, Emmett. Though I'm not particularly glad on how you phrased that."

We turned to Emmett, who had an annoyed glare on his face. "Well, it's true."

Before Edward could respond, Rose asked, "What were you thinking, baby?"

Emmett sighed and said, "I was thinking that maybe Eddie can go all stalkerish on this girl and do a brain reading more clearly. See if she has anymore 'visions'."

I could feel the agreement in the air, but I ignored it as I shouted my disapproval before I could stop myself. "NO!"

"Why not?" asked Emmett, confused. "He's done it before with Bella-rina."

Why not? I had no idea. Why I interceded? I didn't know that either. All I did know was when Emmett suggested that Edward go to that girls house, I got angry.

"First of all, I don't think either Bella or Edward like your nicknames," nodding at my glaring siblings, "and, second of all, what if she really can see the future and uses her 'visions' to see you spying on her and her house?"

"Didn't she say she couldn't see us?" Rose asked.

"No," Edward corrected. "She thought that she didn't see us in one of her visions."

"Well, so far, all her visions just involve things that interfere with her. So Edward could just stay as far as he can and just not interfere with anything that this young woman could interact with," Esme offered.

"But," I debated, "How do you know it works like that? Technically, it involves her, just not directly." I knew I was grasping at straws, but I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't care; I just needed to put a stop to this discussion and possibility of someone going to her home and spying.

I blocked out the rest of my thoughts when I felt Edward's eyes on me.

"If you want to go by that logic," Bella argued, "then wouldn't she see absolutely everything that involves her? The gossip, the animals that cross her path? This conversation?"

The room froze.

"I think Edward going is almost mandatory now," Carlisle said, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

"Tonight?" he asked.

"No," Carlisle shook his head. "Not tonight. Tomorrow see if she had any recollection of this talk. You can also see if you can hear any more information about these premonitions. If she doesn't, then you can follow her to her home and and wait until more information about this gift of hers."

"And if she does?" asked Rosalie.

The room was filled with tension and worry. Just like in the car, it was slowly escalating. I calmed things down before my family went full-blown panic.

We waited for Carlisles answer, but got nothing as he paced back and forth. You could almost see the gears working on the back of his head.

"Let's just see what she knows tomorrow first," he finally said. "Then we will figure something out. But for now let's relax." He finished, shooting a expecting glance at my direction.

I took the hint and spread a calm feeling to everyone.

As he walked away-saying things like, "...the gift of seeing the future. Amazing! I wonder..."-everyone else dispersed as well. Esme following Carlisle, and Rosalie and Emmett ran out the house to hunt...hopefully. Edward and Bella stayed on the couch.

There was complete agreement in the air. There was nothing to go against. Now it didn't matter anyway. What would really matter would happen tomorrow. But there was still something I wanted to know.

I walked over to the couple. I made sure Edward couldn't hear what I wanted or else he'd get suspicious. Our whole universe was in a hot dense state, Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait... The Earth began to cool...

I could almost smell the suspicion and annoyance coming from my brother.

He opened his mouth to say something but I quickly asked, "Bella," her head turned to me, confused and curious. "Do you mind coming with me for a sec? I need your help with something."

She rolled her eyes. "Jazz, I'm not helping you and Emmett pull another prank."

"That's not it," I protested. "It's something else."

When she hesitated I continued, "Please. It's nothing bad."

During the whole conversation, I was singing that song and translating it into other languages; russian, italian, and even the Klingon Emmett made me learn.

"Alright," she sighed.

I quickly ran out of the house, not waiting for her. I needed to get away from the mind reader.

"What's going on Jasper?"

I turned to Bella as she approached.

"I need you to help me find Alice's house," she started to protest, but I quickly finished my request. "Then I need you to use your gift to see if she's trustworthy or not."

"Why?"

"Please Bella," I begged. I needed to know. I didn't know why, but I did. "I know Carlisle said no to Edward going tonight, but I need to go. I could change her emotions if I ever feel anything bad. Please, just do it as a favor for me. I will owe one. Just...please."

She narrowed her eyes at me. Speculating. Confusion and suspicion were wafting off her. But there was something else; concern. And if I buried deep enough; hope. At what? Like so many things today, I didn't know. I didn't know why I needed to know if Alice was good or not. I just did. I haven't felt this confused and lost in a long time.

I didn't dare alter her emotions; if I did, she would flat out refuse to help me.

Finally she sighed, "Where should we begin?"

I exhaled in relief. "We could start at school."

"Or we could go to the hospital. Edward said she was that nurse's niece. I met her once. We could just find her and go from there."

It was a good plan, but had a few flaws. "It's faster if we go to the school. We'd have to walk there in human speed as it's still light out. People could see us. If we go to school, we could run there."

"And that's why you were in the military."

I smiled and motioned her to follow me. In total, the run only took 2 minutes.

When we go there, I went straight where her car was. I could barely smell the apple blossoms and lilies, but it was there. I leaned in and my eyes rolled back in my head as it carried in my face.

"Come smell this, Bella," I motioned her. "This was Alices smell."

She leaned in and slowly inhaled. As she opened her eyes, I noticed that they were just the tiniest bit darker than before.

"Jazz," she began with uncertainty, "I don't know what you were smelling, but this is just like any other human smells I've ever encountered."

"What?"

"Yeah. It strong and it does have a pleasant smell if I forget about the mouthwatering one."

I could tell she was just trying to make me feel better as she she had a slight smile on her face and innocent look in her eyes that concealed the uneasiness she was showing. But not what she was feeling.

"Why is it only me?" I asked, bewildered. It didn't make any sense.

Carlisle suggested that it might because I'd finally gotten used to human smells and Alice's smell was just smaller than the rest. But that theory was shot down as Edward informed us that, from my memories, it was not a normal smell. It was just as I loosely described it; strong, appealing, but didn't make my throat burn with heat.

"I don't know Jazz," she murmured.

After a pause she asked, "Hey, just out of curiosity, what were you thinking about that got to Edward that much?

I snorted. "I was thinking The Big Bang Theory theme song in Klingon."

"That would make him annoyed," she chuckled. "No wonder he was glaring at you."

"Come on," I tilted my head to the street, "the scent went to the right."

"Her scent must be strong if you can still smell it as she left in the car."

"I know." Most scents disappeared their trail as the humans got in a car and left. The scent would be trapped inside the car as it had nowhere else to go.

The scent lead us to the elementary school and then to a small house at the edge of town. The house was surrounded by the smell of apple blossoms and lilies. Bella and I circled the house, looking for good spot that was close, yet still hidden.

As we sat in the tree behind the backyard, Bella said, "Jazz, I don't think she's in there."

I was still looking around, making sure no one could see us. I was concentrating too hard to notice, but she was right. As I shifted my focus on the house, I noticed there were only two heartbeats. But they both belonged to someone other than a teenager. One was too slow and sluggish while the other one was too fast. It was so erratic, that it could only belong to a child as it thumped louder throughout the house. Either that or a teenager running a 5K while talking.

"Let's go to the driveway to see if her scent went the other direction," I said.

"And what?" Bella asked with a teasing smile. "Let people see us jump down from this fir tree like we're Spider Man and just casually walk the other direction?"

I narrowed my eyes. "You," I said pointing a finger at her, "little missy, have been watching too many Marvel movies with our dear, annoying brother."

I jumped down, leaving her laughing in the tree. I walked several feet into the woods and waited by a hiking trail, that lead into town, for my sister.

She approached me still smiling. I rolled my eyes motioned her to follow the trail. We walked out of the forest and walked on the sidewalk from her house, to the hospital and into town. We walked, but the progress was slow. We tried to hurry the process by running when the coast was clear, but that only helped a little bit. It took us about a half an hour, but, finally, we arrived at where the scent ended; a bakery.

The sickly sweet smell of pastries wafted out the door. Disgusting smells of sweet cinnamon and icing and bitter aromas of coffee beans reached to the opposite end of the street. It made my insides dry-heave and hurl into the back of my throat.

Bella was covering her mouth with her jacket, covering her gagging expressions and, possibly, trying to get rid of the smells. "God, Jasper," she moaned. "You know I can't read off her from here. So, please tell me you're not going to make me go in there!"

"I would owe you big time!" I pleaded.

"You would owe me for decades!" she retorted.

"If that's what it takes!" I quickly agreed.

She moaned but started to walk her way to the building with the toxic fumes. We walked into the small room. There weren't many people, but the people that were there looked right at us. All except the tiny girl talking to the owner.

The smells got worse and worse the closer we got. My insides dry-heaving got worse; up to the point of me wanting to curl up into the floor and hurl.

"Hey," I whispered, drawing her attention, "Think of it this way; with the smells so strong, you barely smell the blood."

She rolled her eyes, but otherwise ignored me.

We sat in the booth the furthest away from the counter in a little corner. It was unnoticeable by the walls around the chair, but still had a clear shot of the cashier.

Bella went to work immediately, focusing her gaze right next to Alice, making it look like she was reading the menu, but with Alice still in her vision.

I let her do her thing as I skipped the formalities and looked straight at Alice. Again, her beauty astounded me. And she was even more beautiful as she laughed with the employees. But, then, the idiot jock, Joey, from our school walked up and put his skinny, pathetic arm around Alice's dainty shoulders. A small, hot ball rolled in my chest. The only thing that stopped me from ripping his arms off was the fact that Alice was feeling very uncomfortable and shook him off, wounding his precious pride.

What was wrong with me? Jealousy? Why would I feel jealous of a no-good rat who carries a fake pig skin and has Beiber hair touching someone else?

"Jasper?"

I turned to my sister. Her eyes were soft, and her emotions loving.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked confused. First she was all moaning and groaning and now she looks like she's watching puppies sleeping.

She smiled. "Nothing. Lets go. I want to get out of this place."

We started to scoot out of the booth, when Bella turned to me. "Do you think we should buy something? Make it seem we didn't just come here so we could spend 5 minutes reading a small menu just to leave?"

I rolled me my eyes. "And what were you planning on doing with the food? Eat it?"

And then of course, an argument started. But before our talking got too fast and inhuman, I caved.

"Okay!" I spread my hands to show my surrender. "You win. We'll just buy a loaf of bread and throw it away somewhere."

She narrowed her eyes at me and frowned. Ugh. That only means that she's worried about wasting "perfectly good food". I swear; that women could go to the Peace Corps!

"Two small muffins," she negotiated, "and we feed them to the birds."

"Fine!" I laughed. She would just do anything to stop wasting things-short of actually eating them.

She smiled, happy with the compromise, and went to get the-disgusting-treats.

I went outside to wait for, and I noticed that it was still kind of early and we should probably hunt as we went home. Take the longer way into the forest. Plus, it would help get rid of the stench of sweets.

I turned as the door opened, seeing Bella with a paper bag scrunching her nose in ddisgust.

We headed to the park next doors. There was a flock of swallows there, searching for food. After crumpling the muffins onto the ground, we entered the forest and, 4 miles-enough of a distance away-in, we caught the scent of a few deers. To my suggestion, we started to hunt.

After dumping the deer carcasses, I asked Bella, "So?"

She looked at me. "So what?"

"You know what. Is she good?"

She smiled. We continued to the house, but we walked so we could talk.

"She," Bella started, "is one of the most cleanest humans ever."

"Really?" I was happy. Again, I didn't know why. But I was extremely glad and hopefully because of this piece of news.

"Yes. She's trustworthy, loyal, kind, and generous. She's had a few big bumps in the road, but she's still driving pretty smoothly."

"Wow," I sighed. That much information in that short amount of time. "How do you do that?"

She laughed. "No idea, what so ever. You know that."

I did. Carlisle would constantly ask what it was like. And when Bella lifted her mind shield to Edward and did another reading, he didn't know how to describe it either.

"Let me ask you this," Bella said. "What are you planning to do with this piece of information?"

I looked her. She was hiding something. She was blocking her emotions from me by thinking of something boring (she was the only one who could do that, and it annoyed me very much!).

"I'll tell you that," I said, "if you tell me what you think of this whole situation. Truthfully." She might have been able to hide her emotions, but she was still a terrible liar.

She sighed. "Fine. Don't tell me."

I smiled triumphantly. But the truth was I didn't know what I was going to do with it. I didn't care about how many times I've been as a loss today alone. All that mattered right now was that Alice Brandon was clean.

Authors Note:

Ya guys like? I was thinking of making a Bella POV, so you guys could see what it's like having a gift like that. Plus, have a another point of view on the "disgusting" bakery and muffins. ;)

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