Demile was bored with California. To much sun, to much noise. She stepped back from the small window of her dingy apartmentand and drew the tattered white curtians back over the dirty glass. She turned around, suveying the tiny space. Books and clothes were everywere. Plastic wrappers from new CDs littered the worn carpet and a laptop buzzed from a card table in one corner of the room.

Demile walked to the second-ahnd couch and plopped down, pulling her messenger bag into her lap and removing her maps. SHe shoved the bag away, dumping her armful of parchment onto the coffee table in front of her, leafing through until she came to the map of America.

"Lets see," Demile thought aloud. "Somewhere calm, dark, and gloomy."

Images of a small cottage and a full moon flooded into her mind. Demile grimaced and bit her lip, pushing away those depressing thoughts. SHe brought her attention back to the map, looking over it for a moment longer.

I need Forks, Washington, she thought triumphantly.

Demile started to pack her clothing into her ancient hemp backpack, cramming in books as she scaled the room.

"No need to check the bathroom or the kitchen," she muttered.

Demile was at the door in one quick stride, picking up the CD wrappers and dropping them in the small wastebasket by the door. She swung the backpack onto her back, stuffing her laptop into the bag over her shoulder.

Demile glanced back at the room. It looked oddly empty without her things. There was no trace that she had been there, no trace that she was gone.

- : - : - : -

Alice's eyes glazed over as the Cullens sat in the cafeteria, watching Bella scarf down her lunch. Edward focused on her thoughts and saw some one in her vision.

The girl in the vision looked tattered, but was definatly a vampire. The vision showed her sprinting at an inhuman speed through a forest, an old backpack pressed firmly to her chest. She lifted her head to face the heavy rain and Edward's eyebrows raised as he saw her halt at the edge of the trees. She sniffed twice and her eyes widened, stepping out of the woods and onto the gravel driveway infront of the Cullen household.

What do you think of it? Alice questioned mentally.

"I'm not sure. She didn't seem to know we were in Forks," Edward replied.

"Hmph?"

Bella looked up from her plate of spagettii, several noodles sticking out of her mouth and a face splattered with sauce. Edward chuckled and her cheeks became as red as the tomato sauce they were covered in.

"IhadavisionthatthereisgoingtobethisgirlwhoisavampirethatwillfinduswithoutknowingthatweareinForksandsheisjustgoingtocomehereandfindusand-"

"Alice," Edward interupted her. "I can't even understand you."

Her head cocked to the side and Edward sighed.

"Slow down."

"Right," Alice said.

Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper were all listening at this point.

"I saw someone - a girl - who is going to come to Forks," Alice started again, this time at a much slower pace. "She is one of us. I don't think she knows we're here, and is going to find our house, I think tonight."

All the Cullens sat in pondering silence while Bella returned to slurping down her pasta.