Part 1: The Vision

Jasper’s lips climbed up to Alice’s, and she smiled under his kiss.  He wrapped his arms closer around her waist and let his hands brush over the small of her back.  At that moment, he had to confess, he was thinking of blood— lots of blood, enough to overflow the Trevi Fountain.  Yet he found in Alice the sweetness and happiness to calm his thirst.  Without realizing it, he was clenching her hard enough to break bones.

    She should have cried out, or laughed like she did when he finally abandoned himself to his own strength.  Instead, Alice jerked away.  Not because of Jasper’s strong hold on her, despite what he might have thought she wasn’t suffering because of him…

    In her mind’s eye, Alice saw Rosalie’s face, her beauty framed by long ash-blonde hair.  Anger narrowed her features and fear held her in a combative stance.  Edward.  He appeared to Alice a second later, just as angry, his lips snarling over his white, razor teeth.  But why this surprise… Alice then realized that Rosalie and Edward were pitted against each other. “Why?” Alice asked herself, why were they fighting?  Her vision pulled out further to reveal Renesmee, her face full of sweetness but also terror.  She was cowering in the corner, watching her father and aunt about to commit the irreversible.

    “You never should have taken my daughter!” spit Edward, jumping forward.

    Rosalie did the same, roaring like a lioness protecting her cubs.  When the horrific vision ended, Alice could still hear Renesmee’s scream in her head, a warning.

    “Alice?”

    Jasper’s voice forced her back to reality, into the darkness of their room.  She looked straight into the amber-colored eyes of her beloved, searching for a bit of comfort.  But there was nothing-- her vision of the future was real, she hadn’t imagined anything. This was worse than anything she thought Rosalie capable of doing.  Running away with Renesmee… how could she?  Apart from Bella, Renesmee was the most precious thing Edward had.  Was Rosalie really capable of tearing this child from her parent?  Alice couldn’t believe it, but her vision was true.  This betrayal would end in a blood bath…

    If only there were enough time…

    “Alice!” Jasper repeated, placing a reassuring hand on her cheek.  “What did you see?”

    “You wouldn’t believe it,” his wife responded, hanging onto him for the strength to accept the truth.

    “You know that’s not true.”

    Jasper was right.  He always had a blind confidence in her predictions, and there was no reason for that to change today.

    “Rosalie…”

    “What’s going to happen to her?” he asked, attentive.

    “Nothing will happen to her if she does nothing.”

    “Could you be a little clearer?”

    His voice was filled with tenderness but Alice could hear a bit of impatience.  In her mind, she continued to deny her vision.  She could feel her head and her heart fighting inside.  She couldn’t keep this vision to herself in hopes of it never coming true.  Finally, she leaned in to Jasper’s ear and whispered so that no one else would hear:

    “Rosalie is going to runaway with Renesmee.  I saw it.  She and Edward will fight and… I don’t know how it will end.  I don’t know.  I…”

    “Alice, listen to me,” Jasper murmured to her, with his own intensity that made waves of calm roll over her, “everything will be alright.  We will stop this.  Rosalie will do nothing of the sort.  She’s gone out hunting with Emmett, he wouldn’t let her do that.  Neither would Bella, or Edward.”

    New images of violence caught Alice in the throat.  In just a few seconds, she saw an enormous wolf fall to the ground, his muzzle bloody and his breath short.

    How could this happen?  Renesmee and then a werewolf?  How could her visions be taken seriously when she was never able to see such creatures?  What was going on?

    “What else?” asked Jasper, feeling her tense up in his arms.

    Blood.  Alice could almost taste it on her tongue.  Blood that was bitter and repulsive but still charged with that same measure of iron: the blood of a werewolf.

    “Jasper,” she whispered icily, cold enough to freeze the entire room, “Renesmee…. Tonight…”

    “What?” he pressed on, feeling a fear in her he had never felt before.

    “She’s with Jacob."