CHAPTER ONE

It was early in the morning. The sky was a grey canvas for the beautiful rising sun; it lit up the world like a giant candle.

"Good morning." Jasper whispered in my ear. He kissed my neck and I sighed blissfully. Another beautiful morning in my beautiful life.

"Alice!" Bella called up the stairs. "Come and look at this!"

"I know." I called back. "Renesmee's so tall now!" Jasper smiled cheekily behind me as I turned and grinned back.

"Are we hunting today, Jazz?"

"If you'd like," he replied formaly. "If you don't mind me saying, your eyes look rather dark today."

I giggled and, hearing Esme call me, raced down the stairs.

"Yes mother?" I asked sweetly.

"Me and Carslile are going hunting today, out in the Rallstone woods. Are you and Jasper coming?" Esme asked, as Jasper appeared by my side.

"We are indeed." Jasper said, continuing the formal speech. What is he doing!?

"Can I come?"

Renesmee had appeared. Now four years old, but with the brains and appearance of a twelve year old, she was wearing black jeans and a white and brown blouse. Her long brown hair was tied back in bunches.

"Very nice," I said appreciatvley. "More taste than your mother any day!"

"Hey I heard that!" Bella called indigantly, while Edward chuckled.

I tried to smile, but my good mood had vanished. I needed blood and NOW. Jasper grinned, picking up on my mood.

"I think its best if me and Alice go hunting now!" he laughed.

"Okay, we'll meet you later." Emse said warmly. I thanked Jasper and we left the house, running to Rallstones forrest. It was usually full of deer and monkjack. We ran all the way deep inside the woods, past thick, tall trees and followed the delicious scent into the heart of the forrest, where five or six fat deers were grazing.

"Breakfast time," Jasper hissed. One quick swipe of his nails and two deer were on the floor. I quickly copied him, and soon all hunger was forgotten as we devoured the deer's blood.

"Save some for us."

Emmet, Rosalie, Edward and Bella shot past us, following a strong scent of more deer. Me and Jasper laughed.

"You done?" Jasper asked me.

"Yes. Shall we go?"

It was then that I saw it. A girl, blood splattered everywhere. Lying on the ground... something attacking her. She was dying. She needed help. She was here. In this forrest.

"Jasper." I whispered. "I've seen it."

"Seen what?"

"She's going to be attacked! We need to help her! Get the others away from here. A girl .... something's getting her ... the blood ... there's not much time! Get everyone else away, I'm going to find her ..." I didn't have time to explain any more, and I was grateful that Jasper understood that and went to find the others immidently.

"HELP!" Screams pierced the crisp morning air, and I suddenly caught the strong smell of the human. I followed the scent without thinking twice, and soon came to the place. There was a girl-she looked around fifteen- screaming in agony on the floor. A young man in black was running away, a knife in his hand. I held my breath and tried to stay calm.

"Please, help! He – stabbed – me..." the girl's eyes rolled back and I knew there wasn't much time. What could I do? The smell was overwhelming, she just smelt so good. I had to have her...

"Alice!" Carslile appeared. "We need to save her!"

"I ... can't ..." I suddenly let my feelings go; I launched myself at the dying, weak human, meaning to kill her, suck her life ...

Carslile was in my way.

"MOVE!" I snarled.

"Alice, you are not a killer!" Carslile cried, trying to restrain me.

"She's going to die anyway." I hissed, calming down slightly.

"There's always a chance," Carslile said gently. He scooped up the girl and darted through the trees. It seemed like some magnetic force was pulling me after them. I no longer wanted to drink her blood. Instead, there was some kind of connection between me and the girl... all I could do was follow her and Carslile home.

She opened her eyes. They were blood red and shining.

"Where am I?" her voice was cold and clear. She looked around. "What's going on?"

"I'm Alice." I said uncertainly. "What's your name?"

"Gemma." the girl said finally, looking unsure. "Gemma Lockes."

Lokes? That sounded farmiliar.

"Where am I?" she tried again.

"At my house. Well, Carslile's. We saved you. From the forrest?" I tried jogging her memory. She suddenly gasped.

"But I was dead! The pain ..." she frowned. "Why are you so pale?" Damn did this girl ever shut up?!

"You're as pale as I am," I assured her. I reached over her bed and pulled the mirror over to her. She yelled in shock as she saw her reflection; the dark hair, the white skin ... and of course, the red eyes.

"What's happened to me?" she whispered angrily.

Suddenly Carslile was there. He explained everything, while Gemma growled and snarled in certain places. I sat quietly, watching her. I still felt like I knew her from somewhere. But where?

Without me noticing, everyone else had gathered round Gemma's bed. Emmet and Esme were looking smug, Edward happy, Bella and Rosalie looked anxious and Jasper draped his arm round my shoulders.

"Alice." Edward filled the silence that had filled the room after Carslile's explanation. "There's something you need to know." He looked straight into my eyes.

"Gemma Lockes is your great-great-great granddaughter."