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Arizona Revisited

Summary:
What if Bella moved back to Arizona to move on with her life? What if Alice sees a vision that takes her beloved away from her for all eternity? What if an unlikely enemy is creating an army, and the only thing stopping the impending doom is...a dress?? What if everything changes drastically and our favorite characters are thrown together to fix it? What happens then? I guess we'll find out... Its finished, but if you want a sequel, you have to request one :)


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11. Chapter 11 APOV

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APOV

I was currently on my way in a private jet to Volterra. I had to do what I did. There was just no other way around it. My sacrifice was miniscule compared to the loss we would have suffered if we had continued with our plan of luring Maria out. I knew that the Volturri wouldn’t just forget and walk away, which is why the morning of our plan, I saw a vision that shattered my whole world. I saw that we would successfully complete it, Maria would be caught and it would be the end of it. Except… the Volturri also made a decision that morning that if we did succeed, they would still continue with their actions to secure Edward and I in their guard. Aro had been hoping that we would fail, leading them to come in and clean up the mess and then strike up a deal with us…that he would spare Jaspers life in return for Edward and I to be in his guard. But since that didn’t work, Aro decided to do it anyway. Which is why the day of our plan, I had a vision of Demetri and Felix arriving at the place Edward and Bella were to be waiting, dragging an irate and distraught Edward from a dead lifeless Bella. Rosalie and Esme were also slain in my vision, all trying to save me from the hands of Jane.

I couldn’t let that be the end. I wouldn’t. Which is why, right after I left the hotel, dress in hand, I went straight to the place I knew Aro and his guard were waiting out the day. I walked in confident, already seeing that they wouldn’t get in my way, as I made my way to Aro. I laid it all on the table for him… he could either take Edward and I unwillingly and suffer the devastation of having to shortly thereafter kill us because of exposure due to the fact that we would rather die than to help him, or he could have me willingly under the condition that my family be left alone and at peace. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the better part of that bargain. Thankfully, they already knew where Maria was, so she was taken care of quite quickly, and I was given some time to figure out what I would tell my family.

I had no intention of going to say goodbye, I just knew I wouldn’t be able to leave. So I took after the example of my brother, and did the only thing I could think of… I tried to make them believe I choose to leave out of selfishness. I called Bella, because I couldn’t bear to talk to any of the others, and told her to tell Jasper I didn’t love him anymore. It wasn’t true, it could never be. But it was the only way for him to move on if he believed that I had. I told her that I couldn’t handle the disgrace of his past any longer. I knew he always felt guilty for what he had done in his past, but his past made him into who he was. I loved everything about him, but I had to make him think otherwise. Then just before I hung up, I needed to make sure my efforts were not in vain. I tenderly told Bella ‘don’t squander your second chance, embrace it’. I had given Bella and Edward a second chance by sacrificing myself. I wanted them to make the most of it and live it just as blissfully as Jasper’s and my relationship was.

I love my family and hope to the deepest parts of my being that they will remember our time together and not fight the inevitable. I pray that they listen to my warning, and try not to follow me. I will see it and it will only hurt more for me to be the one to punish them for trying. I doubt Aro will choose someone else to deal with it; he will probably view it as some sick sport if I handled it. Ugh…

Only 11. 67 more hours till I arrive in my new ‘home’…

To Be Continued... (hopefully)