Edward's P.O.V

The grandfather clock ticked repeatedly. I'd had nothing else that could hold my interest. For the past two hours I'd sat in the same chair, in the same position, staring at that clock. The ticking continued. Then it chimed. 6:00 p.m. Alice and Jasper descended the stairs as the chimed echoed through the otherwise empty house. I turned my attention back to the clock, the last note sliding higher than intended, making the reverberation sound eerie. Jasper took a seat in the corner and closed his eyes, annoyed. Alice pranced around me, skipping and twirling round and round. I agitatedly drummed my fingers on the table, waiting for her to say something. She still spun much-too-happily around me after five minutes, adding her own chipper humming. I huffed angrily. I opened my mouth to speak but she stopped in front of me with her hands on her hips, cutting me off. She scoffed.

"Sorry, Mr. Cranky Pants! I'm just excited!"

"Why, Alice? Why is this any different than usual?" I asked.

"I'm not always excited." She argued.

"Yes, you are." Jasper answered quickly, without looking up.

"Fine, say what you want! But next time Emmett tries to screw up your music sheets by re-arranging the notes, you won't hear it from me ahead of time!" she shouted a little too loud. I heard glass shatter somewhere in the house. I rolled my eyes.

"You're paying for Esme's glass vase."

"Don't worry I will."

"So what is it that's got you all hyped this time?"

"I won a bet with Jasper!"

"Well, Jasper. That was probably not smart, betting against Alice. You'd probably have a better chance of catching lightning in a bottle. What did you bet?"

"None of your damn business," he grumbled. Alice laughed.

"He bet against me in a wrestling match. First one he has ever lost!"

"So what's the damage?"

"Well, he said that if I lost, he gets to confiscate my credit cards for a month. So I said if he lost, I could take him shopping and dress him in whatever I wanted," she smirked, "….but I never said it would be in men's clothes!"

Jasper's jaw dropped and he growled inwardly. Then the rest of the family made their way into the house. They scrutinized Jasper's angered face, and Alice's smug expression, and their thoughts were confused.

What's got Jazz's panties in a bunch? I bet he lost a bet with Alice, Emmett thought.

"You are exactly right, Emmett. Jasper lost a bet to Alice and he's angry because he has to be her little mannequin."

"Ha-ha! Oh! Nice one, Jazz." Emmett guffawed. Carlisle cleared his throat.

"I think it is time to hunt."

"I agree." I stared into the black eyes of all of my family.

Without hesitation, we all ran out the back door.

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Jasper's P.O.V

We had all finished hunting. This had been our first hunt together in years. It seemed kind of nice, in a weird, twisted, murderous, family-bonding kind of way. We decided to walk back home instead of run back. It was a nice evening; the kind you really appreciated on a hot summer day, though we rarely got those. It's misty and bright for eight o'clock. The smell of moss, flowers, rain, and freshly-cut grass hung in the air. We were walking through a small field that stretched beside the road into the tiny town of Forks. But suddenly, a felt an emotion radiating from someone: Anger, sadness, dread, fear, pain; total hysteria. But as I looked around me I only saw the happy faces of my family. Then Alice stopped dead in her tracks. I knew what was coming. Something bad was going to happen. We all stopped with her. I shook her lightly, hoping to find a break in her concentration. She snapped out of it, but not quickly enough.

Alice's P.O.V

My vision. Oh no! This is the worst thing I've ever seen. It has completely ruined the future! All because of her. Before I could get any words out, I heard a piercing scream. All of our heads snapped up, concerned now. They looked at me.

"My vision!" I gasped.

They didn't even need to ask to know what was happening. Something bad, something terrible. We ran towards the screams, flying across the grass. We ended up at a deserted playground, where we found a little girl with her back facing us, lying on the ground. I could smell the blood so I sent Jasper away. I told him to run home and prepare Carlisle's equipment. We quickly made our way over to her, flinching from her painful wails and shrieks. We rolled her over and she groaned. We tried to get some information from her.

"Little girl, what happened?"

She wouldn't speak. She cried hysterically, clutching her stomach. Carlisle pried her hands from her abdomen to reveal blood stains soaking the thin blue cotton long-sleeved shirt she wore. She was bruised and bleeding, with bones broken, and dirt and blood matted her hair. I heard Edward hiss. I watched him turn and run for home. Carlisle picked the little girl up. She looked at me with big blue eyes, through her tears. Her shaky, frightened voice managed to squeak one question:

"Am I going to die?" She whimpered.

Before I could answer she closed her eyes and her head hung. I looked worriedly at Carlisle but he shook his head. I heard her frantic heartbeat. That was enough to get me through. We ran home with the little girl. Finally we saw the long drive that led to our house. There was hope for this girl. When we got inside, we moved with such urgency, giving of a tense atmosphere. Jasper looked like he was getting a migraine. I went to his side, and patted his shoulder.

"Maybe you should go outside. Clear your head, you know?"

"Sure thing, Alice," he mumbled.

He stood and was out the glass door in two bounds. He leaped over the river and was out of sight. Poor Jasper. I knew this was hard for him. This was all new to him. I ran back to Carlisle who was working quickly and quietly over the girl's motionless body. He stitched up her cuts, and bandaged her breaks. But it wouldn't be much longer.

"We don't have much time. Alice, help me change her. Rosalie, Emmett, go upstairs and prepare a place for her to stay," Carlisle rushed.

I turned her arm over and over looking for a good spot that would insert the venom directly in her bloodstream. She already smelled good, and I'm not sure if I could contain myself. I found a good spot where the vein showed easily. I lifted her wrist and carefully sunk my teeth into her pale, bloodstained skin. I couldn't help anymore. She tasted too good and I didn't want to get carried away. I grabbed my clutch and ran out the front door. I got in Carlisle's car, and drove quickly down the highway. I know what will make me feel better: Shopping. Pathetic, right? I'm going shopping while a little girl's life is changing forever. She'll be altered. There'll be no more for the rest of my life; there'll only be for the rest of my existence. She'll never get those first experiences. Her first date, first boyfriend, first break-up, first car…and she'll never get those. But she is just a little girl! Who would do something like this? I made it to the mall just in time before I snapped. I parked behind the mall and locked all the car doors. I sat in the floor of the car and my breath became choppy. That girl. She was burned in my brain. She reminded me of myself. We were both abandoned. We both had dangerous predators that lived for the kill; lived to kill us. We both had so much to live for. We had dreams and ambitions. We had wants and needs. But all hope is shattered. And a life is lost. I put my head between my knees and screamed. I screamed for the pain I'd suffered. I screamed for the things I'd lost. I screamed for the people I'd hurt. I screamed for everything and nothing. It didn't help thinking of my past life. The past I could hardly remember. I could only remember the most painful things. I had a great home in Biloxi, Mississippi. Parents who loved me. Until that first vision. They thought I was insane. No one believed me. I was put in that crazy shack. It was hell for me and no help at all. I didn't want to revisit. I stopped screaming and took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to face the world. Embrace my fears. But I could only do so much. I sure hope, for the girl's sake, she'd have an easier time with the undead than the rest of us.

Rosalie's P.O.V

I made the bed with extra fluffy pillows. I sure hope it was comfortable rest for her, because it was the last rest she'd get. The screams had already started when we brought her to the room. We laid her in the bed and tried to comfort her. I held her hand, while Carlisle stoked her hair telling her, it'll be over soon. I know it hurts. I'm so sorry. It was the only way to save you. It was the very first time Emmett had nothing to say. He sat in the corner, watching the little girl scream. She thrashed around all night, writhing. I didn't want to hear it anymore. It seemed like looking in a mirror for all of us. That painful first memory for all of us was just as unbearable as it is for her. But soon it would be over. We sat motionless for days, bearing the screams. We'd be her family now. Obviously, she couldn't go off on her own. She needs a guiding hand; someone to keep her out of trouble. She'd make a lot of mistakes that she'd regret. It wasn't hard to imagine her out alone in the cold. It was just like we found her, except she'd be a ravenous vampire. She was broken, and it was our job to heal her. Finally, her screams decreased to whimpers. Then she was silent. But she continued not to move. We all moved to her side, hoping to find her opening her eyes soon…

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