A/N: So, this is our first story! This one is written by Alz, though Bex has helped out with some of the content. We'd also like to thank our beta, reeb[dot]myoo.

Déjà vu

hello pineapples

Prologue

Déjà vu: French for "already seen", this is when a person feels that they have seen or experienced something before, when they are not, in fact, sure if it is really true.

Alice POV:

Darkness is overrated. Everyone fears it. It has special characteristics that make even the most courageous man feel vulnerable. It's infinite, and it has no barriers. That is why it is such a powerful enemy.

To not understand something; to feel alone; to see something happening that you wish that you had avoided; or just watching the world burn in front of your eyes. That is darkness. Even if somehow you are not literally inside a dark place, you could still be in contact with it.

Right now, at this precise moment, I was consumed by darkness. I didn't understand what was happening; all I knew was that it should have all started with a simple shopping trip. Typical Alice, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet somehow, now I found myself locked up in a room unknown to me, my ability to see has disappeared, left me, and I had no knowledge as to what I have done wrong.

Voices. They echoed through the deserted hallways. I did not have to be the brightest creature to know that I was in Volterra, home of the Volturi. They had 'politely' asked for my assistance in their organisation because they admire my gift. Some gift it was! Why didn't I see this coming?

I guess now they were willing to result to force to get what they wanted. Suddenly my vision disappeared, and before me another one appeared...

Cloaked men walked through the hallways of the fortress, barely making a sound. Silently they crept through the labyrinth, muttering barely audible sentences.

"We welcome you." One female said, "Your ability is something quite unique. You will be able to get rid of this… liability for us."

The cloaked figure that she was addressing slowly turned towards her.

"I am sorry but why is this one such a threat?" the centre cloaked figure asked, definitely male, "I mean her ability is something out of the ordinary, she could be a valuable asset."

The final figure stopped him midway and glanced at him through the shadow of his cloak.

"We had initially seen it like that," it answered, it possessed a deep masculine voice, "But she refused to work along with us, and instead she lives with another coven, the one we previously informed you of. Do you recall?" The centre figure nodded, "That other coven is becoming a large threat, and they can use this ability that she possesses to their advantage. To foresee all of our plots. With this one out of the way we would be able to have an advantage. We need to get rid of her to prevent a conspiracy. That's where you come in."

Their slow pace began again before they reached a metal door. The female cloaked figure placed her hand on the handle, but before she pulled it open she starred at the centre one.

"Do you know what you have to do?" she asked. The hooded figure nodded, "Get rid of her, and make it fast."

My vision snapped back as my breath hitched. They were going to kill me. For being their "liability". I tried to calm myself, I can put up a fight right? Okay so my chances of winning are slim, very slim. Like my favourite stiletto heel thin, and trust me that is very thin. But I won't go without a fight, I don't give up easily, I am Alice Cullen. And Alice Cullen puts up a fight.

"Do you know what you have to do?" oh no, here it starts; here is where it all happens. I don't want to go; not now, I want to see Jasper at least one last time. Please don't take me away from him. "Get rid of her, and make it fast."

I gulped as the door creaked open revealing the hooded figures. A large weight was dropped inside me. The centre one walked towards me whilst the rest remained behind him observing. Cowards!

He stretched an arm to me, exposing his pale skin. At that second I made a run for it, shoving with all of my strength past him. But he caught me by the arm and swung me to the floor. He was a newborn which showed clearly from the strength and the small amount of blood I could sense through his ever-drying veins. I struggled to move but his grip held me captive.

"Don't move please," he said his tone concerned and full of compassion, which was very strange, "I am so sorry for this."

Those final words froze me as I felt his hands lightly graze my forehead. At first I just felt his fingers, and then a wave of fire burnt through me. It was horrible, like a million volts of electricity being shot through me only stronger. What was happening? The torture continued until the pain gradually began to seize, leaving me in a numb, frozen state.

Only to be followed by an eerie darkness.

A/N: Reviews are better than stiletto heels. No flames please. Thanks for reading, and the next chapter will be up asap. Loves ya, Bex and Alz.