All of my memories(Jasper Hale+You)

Part-26

Alice wasn't an idiot. A little mad, but not stupid. Three hours away from Forks, she found a nice hotel in Duncan, Canada. There, she would tie in all the loose ends and carry out her heinous plot to destroy you. She pulled out a pink spiral notebook from her bag, and began to write.
She had her alibi, she she checked that off the list, your perfume, that will tie you to the crimes; check.
Victims...she originally thought about just taking out a couple of random citizens from Forks, but during the drive, her mind drifted to a darker place. The Quileute's...
She knew it would be risky, and there's no way she could do it all on her own. She pulled out her laptop, and began to write an email.

"Dearest Aro...

I mean no disrespect by addressing you, personally, but I'm in desperate need of your assistance.
My family is in mortal danger.
A group of werewolves are planning an attack on the Olympic Coven within the next two weeks. With your approval and the assistance of Jane, and Alec, I'm positive I can eradicate the problem quickly and efficiently.
In return for your graciousness, I will accept your invitation to join your coven, along with my husband Jasper by my side.

- Alice Cullen."

An anxious lump gathered in the back of her throat as she pressed 'send'.
"Ok...now onto the next phase..."
Using a fake email, under the guise of
"Native Brotherhood Of America" she sends 6 emails.
One for Sam Uley, Jacob Black, one for Seth and Leah Clearwater each, Quil Ateara, and lastly, Embry Call.
The false emails contained a fake address and an invitation to an all inclusive Native American convention for a chance to represent their tribe.
She had to give the Cullen's some advantage, she didn't want her family to be exterminated, just You. Taking out the rest of the remaining wolves seemed like the only option.
She laid back on the firm hotel bed, her conscious screamed as she placed her hands over her temples.
"I'm doing this for Jasper. It's for Jasper" she reminded herself, trying to silence the guilt that welled up inside her.
A light ping came from her computer, and she quickly rose up to read the message.
A virtual envelope with "Volturi" boldly printed next to it sent shivers down her spine. She opened it, revealing only a single word between the greeting and signature. She could hear Aro's voice as she read the message...
"Granted"