Chapter One
Alice

Disclaimer: This will be the disclaimer for the entire story. I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Kthnx.

"Bella, come on! We're going to miss the sale!"

I was tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for Bella and Renesmee to get out of my Porsche. Bella was stalling, as she always did when I decided to take her shopping. Her resentment towards shopping malls and buying clothes hadn't changed at all now that she was immortal, I noted bitterly. I'd run right up to the front door of the mall as soon as I'd parked my car, but Bella had said that her purse looked ripped or something (I'd been trying to tune out the complaining so I didn't quite catch her excuse) and told me she'd catch up.

I glanced at my watch. Five minutes. How could it possibly take anyone five minutes to see if their purse was ripped?!

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Bella said quietly as she opened the door and helped Renesmee out. Nessie was only a year old, but already she looked like a tall second grader. It was so hard to keep up with her constant growth spurts, not to mention having to take her shopping whenever she grew out of her clothes, which was pretty often. Not that I minded the bonding time with my niece. She'd always been a more cooperative shopper than Bella, and she was less whiney about it, too. That always made me happy. Maybe she'd turn into a shopaholic like me someday. One could only hope.

Bella purposely took her time as she crossed the few feet between the parking spot and the mall entrance, walking at a pace that was slow even for humans. I scowled at her when she finally reached the front of the mall.

"You know, Bella, you're awfully slow for a vampire." I said quietly, so only she and Nessie could hear me. Nessie giggled and Bella's annoyed look never left her face.

"Let's get this over with." She said melodramatically as she held the door open for Nessie and me. I rolled my eyes at her and grinned.

"You'll find something you'll like. Trust me." I took Nessie's hand as we got inside. I caught the look on Bella's face for just a moment, and I was glad that she didn't look incredibly doubtful. But who would doubt anything I said?

"Momma." Nessie's little soprano voice interrupted the slightly awkward silence. "Can I shop for clothes first?"

"Of course you can, sweetie," Bella answered and smiled down at Nessie. I scowled at her again. She was still trying to stall.

"Okay. Nessie can shop first. But, Bella, don't think you're going to get out of it," I said menacingly. "Even if we miss the sale, you're still going to shop. You'll just have to pay full price."

Bella grimaced. "Wonderful," she said sarcastically as Nessie dragged her to the children's section. I tagged along behind them and began to search for some cute outfits that Nessie would like.

"Nessie, how about this one?" I called as I held up a dress for her to examine. It was patterned with gray plaids and had a thin black belt attached to the waist. It was, to say the least, an adorable dress that I was sure Nessie would look great in.

Nessie inspected the dress carefully, playing with both the skirt and the belt and measuring the straps. "No thanks," she finally answered.

I raised my eyebrows. "No thanks?" I repeated. "This dress is so cute, though! You'd look absolutely adorable in it! Just try it on real quick and – are you even listening, Nessie?!" I noticed that my niece had strolled off to look at another outfit sometime in the middle of my rant.

"Momma?" She beckoned Bella over and held out something for her to see. "Can I get this?"

Bella's eyes just about popped out of her head as she saw the miniskirt that Nessie had in her hands. It was a "shouldn't-be-in-the-children's-section-because-it's-far-too-skimpy" kind of miniskirt. I tried to stifle my laughter but failed miserably.

"Um…" Bella stammered as she reached out to take the miniskirt away from Nessie. "Let's, um… keep looking."

Nessie pouted. "Fine," she said reluctantly and skipped off to another rack of clothes. Bella sighed and followed her.

"Will you help me look for some appropriate clothes for my daughter, Alice?"

"Sure, why not?" I replied as I dragged my fingers along various types of clothes, feeling their different textures and trying to judge them by that. "How about this one?" I asked as I pulled out a pink V-neck sweater from the rack.

Bella groaned. "I should've known. You're just as bad as Nessie."

"What?!" I looked over the sweater carefully but still couldn't see anything wrong with it. Bella ignored my searching and went over to Nessie, whose arms were already filled with different clothes that she'd chosen. "But… Bella!" I whined, trying to get her attention. "This sweater is so cute! Look at the little puff balls on the strings! Look at them!" I waved the sweater at Bella, but my attempt to make her listen to me was futile. Other people seemed to be listening to me, though, and I earned quite a few stares from passersby as I went to put the sweater back.

"Alice?" Bella called from her station by the dressing room door. I sniffed and didn't respond. Bella rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine. I guess I'll have to hold all these clothes myself," she complained and headed into the dressing room after Nessie.

It happened very suddenly then.

I gasped when my eyesight abruptly started to grow cloudy and the room I was in gradually begun to fade away. I frowned and leaned against the wall, knowing what was coming.

Bella and Nessie were just coming back from the dressing rooms when it happened.

"Alice!" Bella's voice had hardly registered in my mind as I watched the scene playing out in front of me.

The girl ran through the forest, not paying attention. She tripped over her feet and fell into a tree. Huffing, she felt her way around the trunk and pressed her back against it. Laughter echoed through the forest as she did so.

"Oh, you like to play, don't you?" The voice was deep – male – and was all too familiar. It and made the girl freeze in terror. The hairs on her neck rose as the pursuer spoke his next words. "That's excellent, because I love a good game of hide-and-seek."

The girl whimpered silently as she clung to the tree trunk. A breeze blew her hair back and there was a sort of sniffing sound coming from the other side of the tree. She stiffened and her eyes were wide.

"Please… leave me alone," she said softly. "I-I have money. I'll give you all my money. Just please don't hurt me."

There was a pause, and then a bloodcurdling laugh that wasn't loud enough to echo through the forest but was powerful enough to paralyze the girl further. "Believe me, you won't feel a thing." Pale hands suddenly gripping the girl's shoulders. Gasping and trying to break free. Being pulled under. Biting. Thrashing. Blurs of motion. Fading.

I gasped again and my eyes opened wide. I slowly took in the scenery of the present: Bella standing in front of me, looking frantic. Nessie holding my hand, looking up at me with her big eyes. People staring. I heard faint mutterings of "is she about to have a seizure?" and "maybe we should call security".

"Alice." Bella grabbed me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes. "We have to leave."

I didn't say anything. I stared at Bella's golden eyes and shook my head. "But the sale… we'll miss the sale."

"Forget the sale, we're going home." Bella grabbed my hand and forced me to follow her. "Come on, Nessie. Everyone else, don't worry," she added to the crowd of people that had formed around us. "My sister just needs to lie down. Let us through." She muttered a few more things along the lines of "Come on, come on, get out of the way," but all these words were scattered across the air that they were dispersed into.

"Tell me what you saw when we get in the car," Bella instructed when we were away from all the humans. I nodded feebly, already playing back the vision in my mind. A vampire. A girl. A girl about to be killed by a vampire.

Why did I care so much that this girl was going to be killed? It wasn't like I wanted people to be killed… but I had no idea where this girl was or even when she was going to die. There was no way I could save her. But why did this fact upset me so badly? And why did I suddenly want to see her again? I tried to remember all of her features. Thick hair, blue eyes… Her eyes. What was it about her eyes that was so intriguing…?

Her eyes were diverse, yet familiar in a way that I couldn't describe. There was something about this girl that I couldn't figure out. It was as if I… knew her or something. Could I have known her before I became a vampire…?

No. That couldn't be possible. She couldn't have been more than twenty… She couldn't have been alive back then. But if I didn't know her… why did she seem to trigger some sort of memory inside me?

A/N: Wow. Writing a vision of Alice's was harder than I thought it would be. I hope it was good and realistic enough.

Anyone want to take a guess at who the girl from Alice's vision is? Anyone? Well, you won't have to wonder for too long. I'm actually having a lot of fun writing this story, and having fun writing = chapters posted quicker. Yay!

Review please. Constructive criticism is welcome.

--Becky