So here's the story...When We Found Isabella was a story that I originally posted about two years ago, but I removed it because...well, because I was an idiot. The other day, I was just flipping through the stories on my flash drive and came across WWFI. I says to myself, "Self! This fic was pretty good! Post it again, you fool!" That's how I talk to myself. Can't help it.

Anywho...please read and leave me wonderful reviews.

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Alice | s h a d o w.

Well, actually, she found us.

It happened rather unexpectedly that day, which was a marvel within itself because nothing happened unexpectedly around me. I was looking into Jasper's future just as I always did whenever we were apart. It'd become almost second nature over the many years we'd been together. Frankly, it was often much of the same triteness, but all that would soon change.

Jasper was pacing back and forth out in the backyard, wearing tracks into the grass with his bare feet. I could see him in my mind, clearly, as if he had been standing right in front of me. He was wearing a pair of old trousers and nothing else while the sun beat down on his marble skin; scars from another life painted his body in abstract strokes. His blonde, wavy hair was pushed behind his ears in an attempt to keep the loose strands from getting into his eyes when the summer breeze blew. He would pace for a few more moments until, abruptly, his march would end, and he would look into the darkness of the trees.

That was the moment the sun burst in the sky.

"Oh!" It grew unbearably bright, blinding me. All I could see was a brilliant white, and all I could feel was pounding behind my eyes. My knees gave out from the overpowering white shadow. Just inches before I hit the floor, someone's arms were around me.

Edward.

He was holding me with worry lines creasing his forehead. He'd seen the blinding shadow, and although he couldn't feel the agony it was causing me, he looked just as shattered as I felt. Before either of us could speak, Jasper's feet stopped moving, and we both heard a low grumble deep in his belly. Edward and I shared another look before racing outside. Jasper stood with his legs slightly apart; his fists were clenched tightly at his sides.

The stench of wet dog bombarded my senses like city smog. What were the wolves doing on our land?

"I can't hear them," Edward said, completely frustrated. I'd already known that I couldn't see the future of any wolf that I'd come in contact with. They were simply a void in time to me, but Edward could always read their minds. It was too quiet for them to be on their land; not even their hearts gave them away. Jasper cocked his head to the side, squinting at the trees.

That's when we all saw her.

She was standing there, unaware of her grace. Her brown hair was tangled and matted, with dirt embedded deep in her locks. She was only wearing a white camisole and blue jeans that were both tattered and caked with mud. Smearing and spattering her clothes were blood that we all knew had not been her own. I tried to look past the white shadow, causing it to grow more intense. It was as if the shadow was fighting back. Weakness threatened to envelop me once again, but this time I was a bit more prepared to feel its overwhelming power. Edward held me by the elbow as I leaned against him for support.

He was hearing nothing. I was seeing nothing. We were both blind.

The girl stepped out from the shade of the trees into the sun for the first time, and her reaction was quite peculiar. She looked down to her bare arms and hands, seeing how the sunlight shimmered off of her skin, just as it did to ours. She touched under her crimson eyes with a troubling expression washed over her sad face. She was undoubtedly vampire, yet the pungent smell of dog still saturated the air.

Carlisle and Esme were there in the next instant. For the third time, I heard a growl, but it hadn't come from Jasper. The girl was now crouching; she was ready for combat and any threat that came her way. At that moment, Carlisle was that very threat. Time seemed to creep by; though, it'd only been a few moments.

A sound from the trees behind the girl caught everyone's attention. Her head snapped around, searching the shadows for any signs of movement. I had nearly forgotten the other members of our family and their timing could not be any worse. Rosalie and Emmett appeared, assuming defensive stances once in sight. I could only assume that they'd sniffed out the offensive odor and had come running back to see what was wrong. Rosalie did not seem to take the girl as a danger because she kept walking towards her with a piercing glare. The girl's teeth were bared now, another growl escaped her.

"Rosalie…" Carlisle's cautious voice trailed off once the girl took a step towards Rosalie. Esme's maternal impulses kicked in, taking over the rational part of her brain. Like a mama bear protecting her young, Esme took several steps towards the girl, much faster than human pace- or even a vampire's walk.

The air suddenly became stale as if the atmosphere around us died. Rage filled the girls red eyes as her palms opened outwards in front of her face. We watched the girl focus and pushed her arms outwards. With an invisible force, Esme was sent flying into the air, yards away. She pummeled into a tree with a thunderous crack. The wood splintered out in different directions as Esme slid to the ground like a ragdoll. Carlisle was at his wife's side, instantaneously.

What is this, I mentally asked Edward out of habit, absolutely forgetting there was something that stopped him from hearing me. We didn't know whether to attack or to stay put. We were all in fear of this powerful vampire. All save for Rosalie.

Rosalie charged without warning. The two girls toppled to the ground, uprooting grass and dirt as they skid away into the shade. The young vampire easily swung Rosalie into the air by her arms and down to the ground. A petite, yet strong hand clasped around Rosalie's neck, squeezing tight.

The pressure behind my eyes was growing as the white shadow became more severe. I felt as though I would soon collapse again when Emmett dashed to aid his wife who was slowly losing the energy to fight. Emmett's burly body took off like a bullet out of a gun at first. I braced myself for impact, grabbing two of Jasper's fingers. I knew that Emmett would end up tackling them both in a crash loud enough to shake the earth around us.

The girl looked up for just a moment, the fury deepening in her eyes. Just as Emmett got within feet of the girls, he stopped with his mouth agape as if all of the oxygen was knocked out of him. His mouth fell open to yell or to scream, but nothing could escape. All of his muscles were frozen as if caught in an invisible net.

As Emmett's eyes began to roll back into his head, an emotion I didn't understand at that time washed over the vampire's face. There was no anger; she just seemed very lost and incredibly alone. Her hand immediately released Rosalie, who scurried backwards. Emmett dropped to his hands and knees as if he finally broke free from the web. Images flooded my head. I saw the girl with hair the color of coffee, blowing in the wind. She stood elegantly in a striking violet dress. She smiled at the ground, nervously straightening out a wrinkle in the fabric. When she finally looked at me, she bit down on her bottom lip. Her golden eyes gleamed in the sun-

I swayed to ground when the vision was finally over. It was one of the strongest I'd ever had in my entire existence. Edward's voice brought me back to the present. Emmett was across the lawn with his knee in Bella's back and her arms twisted at an odd angle.

"Stop…" Edward said loud enough for everyone to hear. Emmett was puzzled and visibly angry. "Let her go, Emmett."

"So she can kill one of us?" Emmett shouted as more of a warning than an actual question.

"N-No, it's okay." I could hear myself, but didn't remember opening my mouth to ever speak. "Just let her go."

Emmett looked at Edward and me before growling and finally letting the girl go. She took off running into the shadows of the trees.

"Is everyone alright?" Carlisle walked out of nowhere with Esme at his side. Splinters and mud were on her clothes and in her hair, but other than that she appeared to be fine. Jasper pulled me up to my feet again, asking me if I was okay or if I was sure I was okay. I nodded yes to him over and over. Emmett was tending to Rosalie who seemed more irritated than hurt. Grass stains ruined her jeans and blouse, but I doubt she cared at that point. "Is everyone okay," Carlisle repeated once more. Everyone was still understandably shaken so no one answered. He didn't ask again.

Emmett shoved Edward in his shoulder. "You better have a damn good reason why you made me let that monster loose." Jasper looked back into the woods for any movements or scents.

Edward shoved back.

"That's enough." Carlisle's word was final. He tried to show strength, but we all knew he was just as worried as us. "We'll all go back to the house and get cleaned up."

"What if she comes back?" Rosalie took an unneeded deep breath; she brushed dirt out of her blonde tresses.

Carlisle touched my shoulder. "Can you see anything at all, Alice?"

I couldn't see much past everyone gathering in the living room to discuss the attack. Looking down, I shook my head. His grip on my shoulder strengthened a bit. He muttered something to the effect of it's alright, butI knew that he was only trying to make me feel better.

Despite Esme's protesting, Carlisle helped her walk into the house. I hurried to my room, leaving Jasper to catch up. He found me sitting on the bed, looking out of the window. We had a perfect view of the lawn and the forest of trees. The split tree lay hauntingly on its side while the wind swept away fallen leaves. Deracinated earth disturbed the endless green view.

"I couldn't feel anything either, you know," Jasper's voice interrupted my thoughts. He was next to me on the bed, staring with the same intent.

"What?" I asked, yet I could hear him.

"When we were all down there, there was nothing I felt except panic." He ran a hand through his flaxen curls then propped his elbows on his knees. "It was my own panic. It wasn't until Emmett finally wrestled the girl to the ground that all of her emotions came rushing towards me."

This time I comforted him. I hadn't looked into a mirror, but seeing Jasper's face made me realize how drained I might've looked. "What was it like?"

"Sheer chaos. Regret and sadness were the most prominent, though."

That's exactly the look I read on her face as she lay there, defenseless. I recalled my vision of her. I didn't know how this could be true without one of us being dead, but I could only pray it didn't end that way. Newborn vampires were the most frenzied and instinctual creatures roaming the earth. One with that sort of power was bound to cause negative attention to themselves and to our family.

And that smell. There was no way that she'd crossed over the boundary without the wolves knowing about it, and there was no way she would still be living if she'd hurt or killed one of them. All we knew was that she was very dangerous and very hungry. The television downstairs turned on. Carlisle was watching the news. The wives of two fishermen had reported their husbands missing two days ago and search parties were diving deep to find them. It would take another month or so for some drunken college kid to find their decayed bodies out in the woods.

Carlisle called us into the living room.

Jasper took the seat in the recliner before pulling me to sit across in his lap. Emmett had his leg draped over Rosalie's crossed legs in the sectional. He picked a leaf out of her hair that she somehow managed to miss while combing through it. Esme stood by Carlisle's side, appearing very troubled. He was standing, arms akimbo, mulling something over in his head. Edward, who was the last to join us sat beside Emmett and Rosalie, yet wouldn't take his eyes off of me.

Can you hear me again? I felt like the first person on stage, testing the microphone out. Mic check one-two, one-two! Edward smirked, rolling his eyes. Good, he could hear. Did you hear anything? I mean, after she let go of Rose. He stiffened. He looked away to the coffee table. He'd heard something, then. And my vision? You saw her as I did. That wasn't a question. I knew he had seen her appearance and those vibrant yellow eyes. She's going to be beautiful... Edward glared at me.

"I've given Eleazar a call," Carlisle announced. "He said that he'd be over here as soon as he could. He also says that he believes he may know something about this girl, but he would need to actually be around her to be sure."

Emmett took his leg off of Rosalie and leaned forward. "Wouldn't that mean that…that monster would have to be here as well? I mean, she's not some rabbit. We need more than a box, ruler, string, and bait to get her back here."

"She'll be back," I added. I could feel all twelve eyes on me after I said this. "I've seen her with our eyes."

"How could you not see her coming here?" I knew that Emmett hadn't meant to sound as though he was badgering me, but I felt terribly inadequate and completely useless to my family when they needed me most. He was right. What good was I if my ability was disabled? They depended on me to seek out danger before it happened and today, I could have been the reason for their downfall.

Hearing my self-loathing, Edward finally piped up. "We were all defenseless, Emmett. Jasper wasn't able to influence her and I definitely couldn't hear her. Emmett, you couldn't even move."

Emmett shuddered and looked up at Carlisle. "It was like all of my muscles seizing at once, Carlisle."

"I must admit, in all of my years, I haven't seen a vampire with that power outside of the Volturi," Carlisle said, distantly.

"I'm sure she could take on the Volturi single-handedly," Rosalie mumbled, feeling her neck where the girl gripped her as if she wanted to tear Rose's head off. Despite Edward clearly trying his best to comfort me, I wasn't feeling any better about this mysterious vampire girl.

xxxxxxx

Darkness fell without many of us realizing, but we often lost chunks of time, as they often meshed together. We never slept, so we found other activities to occupy our time whether it was reading a magazine, reorganizing the unused spice racks, playing chess, video games, etc. We weren't your average vampires. In fact, we were more boring than some humans. None of us would ever admit it, but today was the most excitement we've had since…well, it was a while ago.

Edward flicked my forehead, breaking me out of my trance. I rubbed the spot, giving him a sour look. Under the table, I wound up my foot and kicked him in the shin. Something ungodly and quite girly came from his throat. We were in the middle of another chess game. I would win so I really wasn't paying too much attention to the board.

"I'd rather play with Rose right about now," he arched an eyebrow. "You're not making this any fun."

"Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about…" I'd lost my train of thought. The smirk on Edward's face faded. My eyes began to pound as the white shadow was taking over once again. Somewhere in the house, Emmett was growling like a rabid dog. The scent was strong and permeating the air around us very thickly- she was so close. A timid knock sounded against the door. Carlisle pulled away from his study to stand in front of the door while giving us all a look as though to tell us to prepare ourselves.

Prepare for what? One of us was dead if she decided.

"Please…" An unfamiliar, small voice echoed through the night air. "I'm sorry. Please open the door. Please…"

She could rip it to shreds if she chose to. Carlisle turned to face the big, wooden door as though he was about to take down a coven full of ravenous vampires all by himself. Esme appeared at his side with a questioning look on her face. She was scared. We all were. His hand moved onto the knob.

"Carlisle," she warned. He simply nodded and opened the door. We were all at our feet. Gone was the dangerous vampire. She was simply a timid girl with red eyes, who was just as unaware of her power as any other newborn. Her arms were around herself as if she were cold, but we knew that would be impossible. I think it was just to comfort her.

"I know my first name is Isabella…" was all she whispered before falling forward into Carlisle's arms.