Hey there fanfic readers! This is my first twilight fic! I hope you enjoy. I also hope that the first part wouldn't be too confusing. If it is, I'm sorry.

DISCLAIMER: I have about as much of a chance of owning Twilight as there is a chance of Angel ever kicking that craving of blood.

PROLOGUE:

None of the visions she had experienced before had seemed so…. Heartbreaking.

The woman who was currently in the thrall of a premonition stood shocking still (For someone with her personality, standing still WAS shocking) as sights, smells, sounds and even feelings blazed through her mind at the speed of light. If it was on a Television screen the overall effect would have been to brief for the average viewer to fully decipher it's meaning, or to recall it all. But fortunately, it wasn't a T.V. screen, and she wasn't the average viewer. The visions that were 'gifted' to her had a way of stamping themselves into her memory until she no longer needed them.

But she wasn't likely to forget this one for awhile.

The second that her senses were her own, she was off, dashing out of her room and through the hallways of the place she considered home. Hurtling full tilt down the stairs, she neatly sidestepped the couple lounging at the bottom. She smiled to herself as they both shot her looks of confusion.

They look so cute together, it's unbelievable. Especially considering the fact that she….

They were also very distracting , she reasoned, as she ploughed into the very thing that she had been looking for. The thing that had gorgeously toned arms and eyes that looked into your soul. And the rock hard abs, she winced as he put her right before she had the chance to fall. Pity about the fact that she couldn't use him to shield her from a blizzard. She'd freeze the second he put his arms around her in a snowstorm.

He was looking at her concernedly, trying to figure out if her brains had bounced around her skull as well as she had off him. The others had come up behind her, asking the usual are you alright kind of questions.

"Angel." She had effectively hushed them all with that one word. "Angel, I saw something."

"What did you see Cordy?" he asked softly but urgently as he pulled out a notepad from who-knows-where.

"There was a girl, and she's so pretty but…"

"But what, Cordy?" A firm edge is worked into his voice.

"She so broken, and that's why she's going to die."

END PROLOGUE

I'll try and get the next part up soon alright? I accept constructive criticism only. Flames would be fed to my German Sheppard (and well, so you see Mr. Vet person sir, that's the reason why she's been getting all these stomach-aches lately).