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Jasper is on the hunt for Bella. This time, Edward is by Bella's side - but there is no telling for how long Edward can keep her safe... Don't read Inexplicable until you've (In order) read:
1.) Tears Don't Fall
2.) Unforgettable DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, or content taken from the twilight series belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.

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3. Chapter 3

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I have to admit, I was nervous to see Rosalie in all over beauty and perfection. I was nervous that she would glare at me with those surprisingly icy butterscotch eyes. I was nervous that she would resent me for being the center of Edward’s life. I was nervous that Edward would remind me that Rosalie was just jealous of me because I was human. She was a vampire, something I wanted to be, and that it made more sense for me to be jealous of Rosalie and not the other way around.

Edward’s cool hand was on mine as we sat at a table for four in a crowded café. The atmosphere reminded me of that time at Port Angeles, where Edward saved my life and the proceeded to buy me dinner. I remembered how the waitress showed obvious signs of Edward’s dazzling persona as she followed Edward’s request and led us to a more private booth.

“Edward!” We both turned around to see Emmett, barreling down the narrow pathway between tables. I hadn’t realized how much I missed my brother-in-law (It still feels weird to call him that…) until I saw his big burly self. Rosalie glided behind Emmett, her beauty so astounding that several people dropped their spoons in their hot coffee when they laid their eyes on her.

“Emmett! Rosalie!” Edward said; all signs of his previous frustration fading away as he set eyes on his family. His eyes were somehow even more smoldering now that his mood was pleasant. Emmett settled into the now crowded table, and Rosalie slid in next to him. I kept my eyes on my milkshake, trying not to notice Rosalie’s icy stare.

“I thought you were dead,” Emmett said, his face completely serious as he stared at me. It took me a while before I realized that he was joking.

“I was. Well, almost.” Edward’s hand tightened.

I allowed myself a glance at Rosalie. It almost hurt to look at her. Had she always been so… luminescent? She looked positively smug of the fact that half the restaurant was staring her. Edward and Emmett immersed themselves in a conversation about the Red Sox, a conversation that I refused to be a part of.

“So, Rosalie, how was your honeymoon?” I wondered if the news Edward had given me was current.

“Fine.” She said stiffly, her cherry red lips contrasting to her pale skin. She pulled at the ends of her golden curls and stared past me.

Then, I felt a sudden jolt of electricity burning through my hand. It was as if I could feel Edward’s tension. My eyes flashed to his face, where he was sitting up straight, and his eyes unfocussed.

“Edward - what is it?” I asked, touching his arm. Edward didn’t speak; he just stared off into the distance.

“It’s strange. I think I just heard Alice.” Edward finally said.

“How can that be? Alice is dead.” Emmett said, remorse filling his voice.

“She is. At least, that’s what Jasper told me.” Edward cringed when he mentioned the traitor’s name.

“What did you hear?” Rosalie seemed almost interested; her golden eyes searched Edward’s face.

Edward took a deep breath and spoke, his voice almost angry. “She was having a vision.”

Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Benvolio - Romeo and Juliet