Birds Without Wings
Part One ~ Alice
Chapter One ~ Coming home
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I winced as Rosalie screamed upstairs. Emmett came bounding down the stairs, each footstep making a huge crashing noise. Rosalie ran down after him, yelling all the time, "I'm going to kill you Emmett!"
Edward's non-stop piano playing was filling my mind, and Esme and Bella's chatting floated through from the kitchen. I could hear Carlisle's car pulling up outside, and Jasper next to me, turning the pages of his book. There was too much noise, and I couldn't concentrate. I glared at Jacob, who was sat watching a movie with Renesmee. I could never see properly when he was around.
Something was coming; something big. Not dangerous, at least as far as I could tell, but something life changing all the same.
I stood up, keeping my glare on the oblivious Jacob. Jasper looked up at me with silent question. "I'm going hunting."
"Want me to-" He began, but I shook my head.
"I need to be alone." I told him. Worry filled his expression, but he didn't say anything. He knew what 'needing to be alone' meant.
Walking through the house, I smiled briefly at Carlisle as I passed him at the front door. As soon as I was outside, I took off into a run. As I got further and further away from the house, my vision became clearer. I sat back against a tree, closing my eyes and concentrating as hard as I could. Still, I couldn't get a decent picture.
I kept getting glimpses of the future, tiny flashes of what might happen. Children. It had something to do with children. And a girl. I kept seeing a girl, but I couldn't make out any features.
I threw a rock in frustration, and watched as it went straight through the thick trunk of a nearby oak tree. This was important, and I couldn't work out what it was!
My gift seemed to be failing me a lot lately. I couldn't see properly when Jacob or the other wolves were around. Even being around Nessie affected it. I'd told Jasper about it, but he'd told me not worry. How could I not worry when I felt like it was not only my gift but me myself who was failing?
I must have been out here longer than I realised, because the sun was almost completely set. I felt Jasper's presence before I saw him step out from the trees and into my line of sight. "You okay?"
I nodded. He sat down in front of me, looking at me with worry etched into his eyes, "What did you see?"
"Nothing." I said, "That's the problem." Jasper waited for me to explain. "Something's coming. I can feel it. I just can't see it."
"What kind of something?" Jasper asked.
"It's not dangerous." I said, "At least, I don't think it is."
"If it's not dangerous, then why worry?" Jasper asked, kissing my forehead.
"It's important." I said, "I know it is."
"Maybe you'll see it better tomorrow." Jasper suggested.
"Maybe." I said, but I was doubtful. Whatever it was, it was close. If it was as important as I thought it was, then I'd rather see it sooner rather than later.
"Home?" Jasper asked. I nodded and took the hand he offered me. We were back home in a matter of seconds.
"Who's at home?" I asked.
"No one." Jasper told me, "They all went hunting."
I shook my head, "There's someone in the house."
Jasper froze, sensing the vampire. "Stay behind me."
"Jasper-" I began.
"Do it, Alice." He said, placing himself in front of me as we approached the house. Quietly, we went through the front door and towards the kitchen. Jasper swung the door open to reveal the vampire we'd sensed.
A girl who looked to be about sixteen was sat on the kitchen counter, her long legs crossed and swinging over the edge. She had chestnut curls trailing down to her midriff, pulled over so they all hung over one shoulder. She was wearing a denim skater skirt, a creamy crop top, and strappy black high heels. She possessed the beauty that all vampires did, but she somehow looked even more beautiful to me.
She was examining her nails, which were painted a neon pink, but she looked up when she sensed us, revealing sparkling honey-coloured eyes. A smile spread across her lips. "It's about time you showed up."
Jasper and I stared at the girl, wondering who on earth she was and what she was doing in our home. She hopped off the counter, which was a mistake. Jasper took it as an attack, and within seconds he had her by the throat. Her eyes widened and she pulled to get away - all Jasper did was tighten his hold. His defensive mode had taken over, and I felt for sure that he'd kill her there and then.
"Stop him, Mary!" She suddenly cried, "Mary!"
"Jasper, stop!" I said, pulling him away from the girl who somehow knew my real name. Jasper let go and stepped back, his eyes watching the girl for any signs that she might be dangerous. "What did you call me?"
"Mary." The girl said, eying Jasper warily, "Mary Alice Brandon."
"How do you know that name?" I asked, trying to search the future for any clue as to who this girl might be, but getting no where.
"I knew you in your human life." She told me, almost hesitantly, "Kind of."
"Kind of?" Jasper asked. The girl's eyes flickered to Jasper, and it seemed like she was trying to work out why he was here.
"I know you don't remember any of your human life," She said, turning her attention back to me, "So I don't expect you to remember me," A flicker of sadness crossed her expression as she said it, as if maybe I ought to remember her. But who was she? "But I remember you."
"Who are you?" I dared to ask. A flurry of emotions passed through her eyes, and I wished I had Jasper's gift so I could work out what she was feeling.
After a second, she spoke again.
"I'm your daughter."
A/N: Here I go again, making new stories...ahh well, hope you like it :) All will be explained in time...the next chapter will be longer, and should be posted soon :)