Authors Note: Blue Moon was just a little story I came up with in my spare time. While I'm still trying to complete it, I think I have most of it figured out.

I will try to update as soon as possible, but it may take me some time. I like to write when I'm in the mood. I write better then.

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Chapter One: The New Girl

My brother often told me of how hard he found it sometimes to keep someone's thoughts out of his mind, especially when they were practically screaming them. He didn't quite understand that I too suffered from this. Sometimes, no matter how much I didn't think about someone's future, I could still see it, especially if I was as attuned to them as I was to my family. That is why I couldn't help but see the strangely familiar face lying pale and breathless, wincing with obvious pain, weeks before her anticipated arrival. I could see Edward knelt at her side, his teeth at her hand, his face tortured as though he were in more pain than she was. And then the vision stopped. I wanted to know more, to see more, and to understand why I now saw a human girl with our Edward. That was what frustrated me most about my visions – I could see what was going to happen but not why they were happening. Of course, I'd known who the girl was. I'd seen her in plenty of my visions since she decided to move here. Isabella Swan, son of Chief Swan, was coming back to the town her mother had escaped her from when she was only a child. I could see that she would be accepted, popular, even, but then there were also other visions. These visions were of her and Edward. Some were excitable visions, and they made me smile or laugh, others, like the one before, were not so nice.

Upon hearing a slamming door downstairs, I quickly blocked out all thought of the new girl. Edward could not know about this. I knew how he would over-react. I didn't want to cause anything unnecessary, so I began to recite one of my favourites of Shakespeare's stanzas, hoping it would keep him out.

"Alice," a voice called from downstairs. He sounded agitated. My plan had worked. "Alice, would you mind coming down please? I would like to get to school in time to see her arrive."

I didn't need to read minds to know who he was talking about. Suddenly, a flash of Isabella's pale, lifeless face was dragged back into my memory. Gasping, I struggled to remember where I was up to in the stanza. My bedroom door was flung open and, before I could react, Edward was standing in front of me, his face wide with shock.

"What did you just see?" He demanded. The vision was, once again, brought back to my mind by his reminder. I took a long, deep breath and braced myself. I could see several possible reactions flicker in my mind. Edward was having too many mood swings, and his reactions kept changing. Jasper was by me in an instant, his face hard with concentration. I felt a sudden relief to be at his side, his gentle, loving face just inches from mine. I found myself feeling rather distracted.

"Jasper, please." Edward begged, his eyes overwhelmingly sad. "I need to think. Alice, would you show me that again? I didn't quite catch it." He began to rub his temples with his fingers, his eyes pinching shut.

"No Edward," Jasper said and, although he'd slipped his hand into mine, he didn't seem as distracted by that as I was.

"Jasper!" Edward was furious now. "I do not need to calm down. What I need to do is to think. And you making me feel calm does not help. Alice, please. Again?" He opened his eyes and turned to glare at Jasper. His eyes had been a soft butterscotch only a few moments ago, but they were now an endless back. I shuddered at my brother's quick temper.

"Edward," I soothed, my voice light and careless. It was hard not to be careless with Jasper so close to me, his hand still in mine. I shook my head and continued. "Edward, you need to relax. I'm just seeing flashes. What I see will probably never happen. You know that. Stop being such a pessimist. You're ruining my mood."

"Ruining your mood?" I heard Jasper mutter, "He's ruining my mood."

I took a deep breath and squeezed Jasper's hand tighter in mine. He lent forward and kissed me softly on the head before turning back to Edward. "I wish you'd let us enjoy this. No-one new has moved to Forks in years. This could be fun."

I nodded wordlessly, still thrilled by the small intimate moment Japer and I had just shared.

Edward sighed and relaxed his hard frame. His eyes darted to Jasper and I'm sure I saw the hint of a smile play around in his eyes. "Come on," he murdered dryly, "let's get to school." And, although the smile still danced around in his bleak, empty eyes, he was careful to look anywhere but at me. I ignored this and tugged on Jasper's hand, pulling him with me as I skipped in front of Edward, towards the garage and into the Volvo. Jazz followed me, suddenly relieved. It was easier for him to be around people in better moods – something I understood and tried to help him with usually. Although it was fairly natural for me to be in a good mood. That was one of the reasons that Jasper had thought up for why he was so instantly attracted to me when we first met.

I frowned as Edward slid into the drivers seat, his shoulders hunched and a distant expression on his face. Emmett was soon sliding into the passenger seat beside him, and Rosalie came to sit in the back next to me. Rosalie and I took turns in letting Emmett and Jasper sit in the front to keep Edward company. Luckily for me, today it was Emmett's turn. I couldn't help but stop breathing the moment Jazz wrapped his arm protectively around my shoulders. If I were human, my heart would have stopped. To describe my feelings for Jasper in words would be impossible. The only one who could truly understand the complexity of it was Jasper himself. Oh, and Edward, of course. Although Edward had never quite experienced it himself, he had experienced it through each one of our minds. In fact, if he paid full attention to me all the time, I was fairly sure he'd fall in love with Jasper himself. Then we'd have something to fight over. I heard him chuckle lightly in the front and his eyes moved in the rear-view mirror to look at me. I smirked.

It was only once we had arrived at school and stepped out of the car that Jasper bent down and whispered gently in my ear, "So what exactly did you see this morning that made Edward so indignant this morning?"

I pulled a face and pushed the memory from my mind. "I'll tell you later," I promised. Then I reached up on my tiptoes – one of the disadvantages of being so small – and pecked Jasper lightly on the cheek. I wouldn't see him until lunch, and that felt like ages away.

He smiled suddenly, my excitement almost too much to bear now. I urged for more, I longed for his touch. I wanted to be more intimate with my love. But I knew that this was neither the time nor the place, and so I unwillingly let Jasper go from the clutches of my small, almost-transparent hands and bounded off to my first class of the day.