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Two Wrongs Don't Equal a Right

Despite her efforts to keep the visions of Bella at bay, one slips through and then they assault her with a fury. So when she decides to act, it's just for self-protection, because a few more of these and she may go crazy... At least that's what she'll tell Edward in her defense. I CHANGED SOMETHINGS RECENTLY PLEASE RE-READ CHAPTERS 6&7 AND NOTE THAT THEY HAVE SWITCHED; ALONG WITH THE ADDITION TO CHPTER 7!!


7. A Dark Barn and A Vampire Slaying Stewardess

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The guilt was heavy in my chest, the sense of wrongdoing almost overpowering my will to do what was right. I knew that it was what had to be done, even if it did go against Edward's wishes. Even if I to do what I needed to do meant decieveing my family and taking the first slight from Paris without telling any of them.

I was going to interfere, to involve myself in the mess Edward had made of him and Bella. No one would approve, not Emmett or Carlise, certainly not Rosalie.

Esme might understand though, and I couldn't be sure about Jasper. My hand tightened around the plane phone, the plastic a dull pressure in my palm. I was going to call him and tell him, because I needed his imput, because I needed him to know where I was in case something went wrong. I was worried about how he would react, he knew how much strain the visions were putting on me; I hoped he wouldn't be dissapointed that I was done patiently accepting Edward's choice.

My fingers were steady as I punched in Jasper's number and my credit card number, but that was only becasue they couldn't tremble. They would have been shaking had I been human. The ringing was too loud in my ear as I waited, anticipation building, then his soft breathing seemed to float out of the reciever. I took a deep breath of my own, ready to admit to my weakness.

"I can't not do anything any longer." the silence on the other end of the line was defeaning and I wished I was with him, wished I could see his face and measure his expressions and hold him close.

"I know Alice." My eyes snapped open from where I had been imagining his face in my mind. he knew?

"You know? Wait what do you know?" She could almost imagine the soft smile teasing around the edges of his lips, the one he saved just for her. Hoped it wasn't simply her hopeful imagination.

"I know you. I know how much you love Bella and how much you love Edward. I know how hard it's been for you, waiting to act for this long. I know that your personality makes it impossible or you to stand by the wayside as things fall to pieces."

I could feel my love for him swelling in my long dead heart. I felt horrible for doubting him, for thinking he wouldn't understand. He understood me better than anyone else.

"She almost killed herself Jasper, then almost died a dozen other ways." She could hear him suck in a startled breath on the other side of the line and she let a regretful sigh escape.

"Oh God." His voice was strangled, contracting on the two sylabbles. I wanted to slap myself for not realizeing how this would make him feel. The guilt that must be pressing down on him far more than it was on me.

"It's not your fault. We all know it's not your fault Jasper. I don't blame you, Bella doesn't blame you, Edward doesn't." I held a breath, hoping that the guilt would subside, that I could help rid him of it's weight.

"Let me help Alice. Give me something, anything, I can do to help." My brow twisted and I bit my lip. Thinking through the past couple of days for some way he could assist me.

"Bella. The last thing I saw of her she was going to sleep after accidently lifting the board Edward hid all her things under. She doesn't knowwhat's in there yet, I think she's still asleep. I need you to go watch over her." I waited for his reply, I could almost see him turning this new information over in his head.

"Just babysit Bella?" I grinned, my plan smoothing out in my head.

"Yea. Watch and make sure she doesn't do anything irrational, keep her safe until i can work my magic with Edward."

"Easy as pie." I laughed a bit at the expression.

"Moose pie?" I could basically see the annoyed twist in his brow.

"It's just an expression Alice. I'll take care of her."

"Thank you." I had known he would from the first few words he had spoken. I was so glad he understood. Relief was washing over me in waves.

"I've seen how much they love each other, it shouldn't have surprised me that the results Edward's idiocy are this disastrous. I love you Alice." The acheing in my chest at his words was so fierce that the usually effortless breathing was a trial.

"I miss you Jazz. I can't wait until things are hoe they're supposed to be again. Until we're all together again."

"Don't worry. Everything will work out, I don't have to see the future to know that everything will work out." I wished he could hold me, his statement would be so much more reassuring if we weren't thousands of miles apart.

"Love you." I tried to put all the pent up feelings into those two words.

"Always and forever love, always ad forever." My breath caught and I pushed the phone back into the seat in front of me.

The book that was cradled in my lap held no interest for me. I looked for what would happen with Edward, my teeth sinking gently into the cold marble of my lower lip, my eyes easing shut.

All I could see was a dimly lit space, slivers of light that snuck through the spaces between old deteriorating roofing. The faint light caused the dust in the air to glow so softly that illumination would have been too strong of a word for it. There was a small hole in the roof that a block of unfiltered sunlight shone through, casting a bright ragged square on the ground, Edward's dark shape was as far from this block of sunlight as possible in the cramped space.

He sat against a wall in the corner, his feet resting on a dark block which I assumed to be a haybale as this was the hayloft of a barn. He was simply a smudge in the impenetrable darkness.

His head seemed to glow in the dark, his white skin reduced to an eerie grey, his hands, his neck, the rest was shrouded in dark clothes that disappeared into the pitch black depths of the space.

I sighed, a soft lonely sound that seemed to hover in the air around me, Edward had always had a tendency towards the dramatic, yet finding one of the only truly dark barns in all the sunny south to hole up in simply because he had lost Victoria's trail seemed a bit, extreme, to me anyways.

His gray face was twisted in agony his eyes shut tightly, he was still breathing, as was his habit, but the breaths were shaky, whispering.

"Alice." I watched myself enter stage right, light silhouetting me in the doorway, sparkling and furious.

"Edward." My tone was ominous and the present me grinned slightly, pleased with the effect I was going to make, very dramatic.

"Mind if I come in? I didn't think so." The room is plunged into darkness once again as I shut the door behind myself. I settle myself next him, shifting a few times to get comfortable.


“No Edward, we do have to have a talk, but first you are going to be quiet while I explain some things to you.” The vision faded, leaving me with only a determinedly evil smile and good intentions in my heart. I didn't have to be able to see the rest of the conversation to know how it would go, completely according to plan. I was going to fix this.

The man in the seat next to me shot me a flickering glance. He was worried, of course, for the pretty young thing who seemed to be alternately going into periods of coma and the grinning evilly.

“Miss,-” he tapped my shoulder. I would need to feed before I saw Bella again, not that it mattered, I would have to take Edward before we saw her anyways, he had been practically starving himself. I almost giggled at the thought of an anorexic vampire, the idea was so absurd. “Miss, are you alright? Is everything okay?”

“Now? Nope, nothing is okay. But it will be soon.” His furry eyebrows, twitched over his crinkly eyes like caterpillars in their death spasms, an obvious sign of confusion.

“Would you like me to fetch a stewardess?” I snorted out a laugh. Not very becoming of me, but the idea of facing a stewardess with a sulking Edward was slightly funny.

“I don't need a beverage, and unless she has super strength and the ability to coax sullen vampires from dark barns, she would be so out of her league.” He just looked at me funny and returned to his crossword puzzle.