(Beginning A/N: Sorry, I'll try not to put many of these. They annoy me too. Anyway, this story will begin in the last chapter of Breaking Dawn, but will not end the same way. Obviously not for Team Jasper fans…sorry. I'll post the prologue and chapter 1 to see if there's any interest in this story so review if you're interested. This is my first attempt at FF, so please be gentle.)

Prologue-Alice's P.O.V.

I was riding an emotional high, the smirk I was wearing evident to everyone else that I was pleased. And why shouldn't I be? Jasper and I had done it. We had saved our family! My plan had worked to perfection. We had slipped away from our family, leading them to believe we had abandoned them, searched the Amazon for Nahual thus proving there was another "half-breed" like Renesmee, and made it back in time for him to bear witness to the Volturi. I was giddy with excitement!

I looked at Jasper, my happiness radiating off me to him as I strolled into the clearing. Jasper, the love of my life…my soul mate…my other half. Gods, I love that man! He wasn't looking at me, concentrating on the enemy before us. Not that I blame him. He had been a soldier as a human, then a mercenary most of his vampire existence. Everything was okay now. Edward would have his forever with Bella. They both would have their daughter. We would have our family. I couldn't be happier.

Of course, that all changed in an instant the moment Aro once again asked if some of us wished to join them. The ones with gifts: Edward, Bella, Kate, Benjamin, Zafrina, Eleazar, Charles, Maggie, Jasper, and me. Of course we said no. Why would we agree? The Volturi were there to kill us.

Jasper sensed it first. Demetri, on some unseen order, lunged to attack the one closest to them- me. Nahual tried to intercept him, but was literally mowed down by Caius and burned alive. Jasper stepped between Demetri and me and paid the ultimate price. The Volturi slaughtered him, though not before he could take Demetri's head off. The scream that echoed across the clearing was heartbreaking. Even worse, I didn't know I was the one making it. Chaos ensued, not that I noticed. I only remember dropping to my knees, watching the pyre that was my beloved Jasper. Someone…or something…grabbed me during the fight and literally dragged me away. I found out later that it was Seth, one of the shape-shifting wolves. I hate him to this day. The losses were staggering: Rosaline, Zafrina, Tanya, Carmen, Kate, Garrett, Benjamin, Tia, and Liam. All were destroyed along with most of the pack. The Volturi were crippled, Marcus the only of the three leaders to survive.

Carlisle was the one who carried me back to the house. We were victorious, but there was no celebration. Vladimir and Stefan were destroyed in our front yard when they commented about "sweet victory". Emmett did it, the loss of Rosaline driving him mad with pain and fury. No one moved to stop him. Every coven had lost someone that day. I lost my light, my Jasper.

I didn't move for three days afterwards. I sat in the floor of our living room and sobbed. How could they? Why? Millions of thoughts ran through my head, fueling my grief. Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and Bella did their best to console Emmett and me but it was useless. My only movement came when the surviving members of the pack came to check on us. I attacked Seth. He had saved me when I no longer cared to live and I hate him for it. Of course they stopped me. "We've lost enough as it is," Carlisle said firmly in my ear. "Don't push your grief to another one's family." This only brought on another round of sobbing. Someone, Bella I think, picked me up and carried me to my room…mine and Jasper's room, which threw me into hysterics. "I'm sorry Alice," she whispered, carrying me to one of the many guestrooms we have at the house. I stayed on the floor for a week.

I ignored everyone, all attempts to get me to try to hunt or to talk or just to be around the family. It didn't matter…there was no point without Jasper. I couldn't even do what Edward was going to do when he thought Bella was dead. I couldn't go to the Volturi and ask them to kill me…they didn't exist anymore. My only prayer for death was to find an unknown nomad and pick a fight with them. But I couldn't. I literally couldn't force myself to move off the floor. I could only lie there, alternating between fits of uncontrollable weeping and a catatonic state. Even Renesmee couldn't bring me out of the room.

The worst was after seven days. After refusing all attempts by my family to hunt, they physically held me down and force fed me three pints of human blood Carlisle had from when Bella was pregnant. I kick, screamed, thrashed, and sobbed but it was no use. They weren't going to let me refuse to drink. I didn't even change clothes after they left me alone even though I was covered in blood. I hadn't changed since…well since the morning Jasper died. I did get up and pace the floor. Seeing my eyes red in the mirror brought on another fit of screaming and sobbing. They reminded me of Jasper's eyes when we first met…before we'd found our family and our place. I had no place anymore.

I couldn't leave the house, not that I wanted to. The red eyes would give away what I was. The family had a meeting downstairs a month later, after once again force feeding me. I didn't want to listen, but I couldn't help it. "Stupid vampire hearing," as Bella once said.

"We're going to have to move," Carlisle said gravely. "I agree," Edward replied. No one else spoke, so I'm assuming they were in agreement. "This is a…difficult time for all of us," Carlisle continued, "obviously more so for Emmett and Alice." "There are risks involved, but I'm thinking we should try Hoquiam first," he continued, "that way Bella can stay close to Charlie and Jacob can be close to Renesmee." He sighed. "I don't want to separate the pack any more than necessary…considering how much they've also lost." "Is that far enough away?" Esme ask. "I think so," Carlisle replied, "and it will be just temporary." "I don't think the children are in any shape to go to school right now." "When do we leave?" Bella ask. "As soon as we're ready," Carlisle replied, "hopefully by the end of the month."

Moving day was as traumatic as being force-fed. Once again I threw a fit. I had to. They were taking me away from everything that reminded me of Jasper. I didn't pack and I didn't help. I sat in my room with my arms folded across my chest while furniture was moved around me, forcing everyone to step over or around me. Emmett, who was surprisingly calm, was the one who drug me into Carlisle's Mercedes the day we left. I sobbed the entire ride, sobbed I was being forced to live my existence without Jasper.