Author's note - I do not own the Twilight cannons. Yet I have always had a special connection to Angela Weber. She was a glimpse of myself in the story. It's always the quiet ones you have to look out for.

Preface

Flash Forward

In all my life I knew that I had been living for a superficial satisfaction. There had always been something inside me that was more immense and complex than the rest of the world would ever understand.

Sometimes rock bottom is the only way a person can reach the surface and breathe again. Any second the group of people I loved could be wiped out. The stillness and silence in the grove was tangible. The darkness in my soul was fighting to be released. My mind was racing like a leaf in rapids.

My mind opened. "You can kill me if you want," I whispered calmly. His blood red eyes mocked my words yet I knew fear had skittered across his glance. "I know where I'm going."

The enemy pulled his lips back over his teeth and hissed. I knew what was coming and felt light headed as if radiating sound and light. I was completely elated because my faith—little as it was—was growing inside me. They never knew what to believe in and the only hope they had for their souls had been inside my genes since the beginning of time.

Tears of selfless pity rolled down my cheeks. "You don't have to hide anymore," I explained. "I'm here to save your soul." I put my hand over the heavy locket. My instincts told me that when the time came I could open the locket and take him home.

*Alice stiffened and gave a small gasp. Her mate Jasper looked up from the latest bestseller that he was reading for the sixth time. Alice put her hands over her mouth.

Jasper moved as close to Alice as possible. "What did you see?" he asked calmly as he comforted her with his special abilities.

To Jasper's surprise Alice turned away from him. "I can't see it," she whispered with a frantic trill. "I've never had a vision like this. It's changing instant after instant with only two constant things I can recognize."

Jasper continued to stay calm. "What can you recognize?"

"A locket," she said softly. Jasper sat her down and put a piece of paper in front of her. She began to draw. "And I saw Renesmee," she said. The picture was finished and Alice suddenly broke the pencil.

Alice sat frozen in time. Jasper counted fifteen minutes before she moved again. The movement was a shudder. "Alice," Jasper called gently.

She looked quickly at him. "If I tell you what I just saw," Alice murmured anxiously. "We could all end up dead."

Jasper was rarely surprised by the intensity of Alice's visions. Sometimes she would see someone finding out their secret. Other times she saw the Volturri guard coming for her or hurting someone she cared about. This was something that had never happened in the hundred or so years he had known Alice."Could you give me a name?" he asked gently.

Alice was still trembling as she looked up at her mate. "It's one of our high school friends," she said and showed him the picture she had drawn. "I have only ever seen this locket on one person."

The blond male vampire widened his eyes. Alice had drawn the exact picture only once before. It had never been because of a vision. She had drawn it one day after Angela Weber's eighteenth birthday. Somehow, someday Angela Weber was going to be in mortal danger as were the rest of the Cullens.

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*This is the only time you will ever see this story not written in first person. I used this to set the stage for the future.