Preface: years and years before.
They weren't supposed to die. Something changed, and they turned left.
A very pregnant Renee Swan and her husband Charlie Swan decided to go out, seeing as there as nothing in their small forest surrounded home that suited Renee's cravings. It was pouring out, which was usual for the small town of Forks, Washington. The rain cut the visibility of the street by at least half. They were coming up to an intersection, the road ahead of them blocked off due to construction causing them to turn left instead of continuing on the straight. Renee turned to her husband and smiled, she was actually happy at this point of the marriage. Charlie turned to smile back, but instead his eyes met a pair of headlights coming directly at them. There was no time to react. Renee noticed that horror had twisted her husband's face and turned to look through her window just as the car slammed into it. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her bulging stomach, but it was too late.
Even if getting her side of the car caved in by the massive sliding truck didn't kill her and the baby, then the fact that the impact caused the car to flip over and over and over at least 4 times and land directly on the passenger side, would've. It was lucky that the impact knocked Charlie unconscious so he didn't see anything that happened after the initial hit because the sight of his wives mangled, broken body with her dented, bleeding stomach, would've made him commit suicide before he could even return home from the hospital.
Alice Cullen suppressed a shudder after the vision ended. That vision was so clear and real that it was a solid fact. Bella Swan was never going to have a first birthday party. Bella Swan was dead. She instantly tried to look for more options. Bella was supposed to be Edwards mate. She couldn't have just died. It just wasn't fair.
She was glad she was visiting the Denali clan, away from Edward. It allowed her to think freely, to focus on trying to right the wrongs written by fate itself.
She told Tanya that she was going out for a walk, maybe a quick hunt, and that she needed to be alone for a moment. Tanya complied, but she felt that there was something wrong.
After Alice had gained a good amount of ground between her and the Denali's, she sat down in the deep snow and focused. Ignoring everything around her besides the fleeting images going through her brain, she tried to focus on Isabella Swan.
After a few moments of getting nowhere, something clicked.
A pale baby boy, about eight pounds, strange bright blue eyes, crying in his mothers' arms. A moment later, a smaller, paler, baby girl, about six pounds, with identical blue eyes joining them. The girl was smaller, being the weaker twin. She was so much smaller than the boy that it was almost alarming, but she screamed and cried louder, so they assumed she was okay. The girl's skin was nearly purple, a side effect of the umbilical cord wrapping around her small neck. The mother had to go into an emergency C-section. The vision skips to the twins, both young and healthy, the boy now with eyes that were a light green and the girl with chocolate brown eyes.
Alice gasped. They were the same exact eyes Bella was supposed to have.
They were maybe three years old and lived in Seattle, their birthdate being the same day as the Swan's deaths, at the exact moment the truck slammed into the passenger side of their car. The girl was still smaller and paler than the boy. Her ivory skin was a great contrast between her mahogany hair and chocolate eyes. She was very thin, nearly the opposite of her twin who was bigger and adorably chubby.
As Alice continued to watch the vision, she could already tell the resemblance between Bella and this new child.
The vision skips again. This time the girl appears again, maybe seven years old this time, taller and thin and still ivory, her hair curly and frizzy. Her twin is with her again and they are both playing outside with other children who are older than they are but still resemble the twins. Their siblings. The girl is playing and giggling and having fun until someone, her mother, called out "Bridget!" She turns around and smiles.
'So her name is Bridget' Alice confirmed.
The vision skips once more but this time, Bridget seems to be at least 17. She's tall, nearly 5'9", and still pale as ever. Light brown freckles dust the bridge of her thin, delicate nose, and lay on her high and defined, but not sharp, cheek bones. Her hair seems to have gotten curlier, to the point where it looks like long natural ringlets that stop on the small of her back. Her chocolate brown eyes are large and defined by long dark lashes that give her a doe eyed look. Her plump rose colored lips are turned up into a smile that raises her softly arched eyebrows, cheeks were splashed with a light red, confirming the fact that she was still human. She was smiling up at Edward, who was holding her hand and smiling back down at her like she was the sun and stars.
The vision begins to focus on Edward as it rewinds to their first meeting. Edward is struggling greatly about being around her. "Her blood is stronger than I thought, Edward. I'm sorry," Alice saw herself saying to Edward, who was now being viciously dragged away from a 13 year old Bridget by Emmett and Jasper. Bridget looks scared and confused and she turns and runs.
The vision stops and Alice takes a moment to compose herself and gather information.
Bella died. Edward and she were never going to meet. Alice doubted it slightly, but reincarnation happened, and now Bella's soul, or at least a part of it, resides in Bridget. Bridget is meant to replace Bella. Fate is kind after all.
A plan forms in her head. She knows, with the information gathered from her vision, what she has to do.