Okay, so this is a Jasper fanfic, sorry to all Alice fans, but there is no Alice in this, well very little. I had this idea when reading a friend's story, and decided to try it out. It's mainly set 3 years after the end of Breaking Dawn, but the introduction is set a few weeks after. I really hope you enjoy this.
I could still hear her scream in my mind, even though 3 long years had passed.
It had been an ordinary day, well as ordinary as you could get when you’re me.
Alice was out hunting, and I was sitting in our room, reading my favourite book, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
I had read it a thousand times, but every time I pored over it, I discovered something new I hadn’t seen before.
Carlisle was in his study; Edward, Bella and Renesmee were outside; Esme was reading something, and Rose and Emmett were in the garage.
I felt happy here, peaceful, the emotions here were good for me.
Of course, I was always watching Alice’s emotions.
She was so energetic and happy all the time, it made me feel good too.
But today, something changed.
She went from concentrated on her hunt, to wary, to plain terrified.
I sat bolt upright when I felt this.
What on earth could make her feel like this?
I knew of only one thing.
I jumped from my place on the bed, and sprang out of the window, running as fast as I could, searching for her.
Then I heard her scream.
I wheeled towards the sound, praying to a god I didn’t believe in that she was alright, that it was only my imagination.
I came to a clearing, and the sight I saw there nearly made me choke.
The backs of two hooded Volturi walking away....
And a large fire.
The smell of her sweet perfume, the burning....
Before I could do anything, the rest of my family had appeared behind me, and gasped.
Rage tore through me, and I made a leap towards the bonfire, reaching for my beloved, thinking I could save her, although I knew it was too late.
Emmett grabbed my shoulders, keeping me in his iron grasp, preventing me from going any further, as I shrieked.
They dragged me back to the house, still kicking and screaming for my Alice.
I would never hear her beautiful voice again, nor see her amazing smile.
She was gone.
I could never have her back.
When I had somewhat calmed down, Edward told us how the Volturi had planned it (he had managed to read the minds of the two Volturi leaving the clearing).
They had wanted Alice to join them, and she had refused.
So they killed her.
They killed my Alice.
I wanted to kill them.
I knew Carlisle wouldn’t allow it though.
I wasn’t a killer like them, was I?
Alice wouldn’t want it.
I fought to calm myself down, for once wishing I could cry, so I could let out all the pain I was feeling.
No matter how much they tried to comfort me, it didn’t work.
I saw through all their false pretences, they were hiding their grieving, concentrating only on me, but I lived in a world of emotions, I could tell.
Pain flowed through every vein in my body, taking over a heart no longer beating.
They say time heals all wounds.
I’m not so sure anymore.