Ever-Knowing

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, nor am I Stephanie Meyer.

A/N: This story idea came to me and I just had to write it. Basically about Alice as a human all the way up to the end of the first Twilight book. Enjoy!

P.S. Reviews are my personal brand of heroin.

Blackness. All I see is blackness. When I'm not seeing the disasters to come, I'm in the dark, cold stone room waiting for the relief of death. Mother keeps yelling "demon child" and I think father left. The events to come are harsh, and it seems that I disappear very soon. I hope that that comes sooner rather than later.

It's midnight. The windows don't even betray the sun, showing me rays of golden sunshine. Sleep only evades me when something bad is going to happen. Every murder, every rape, every war and I'm awake. I can only really sleep when exhaustion consumes my mind.

The difference this time is that the horror is coming for me. Tonight is going to be my death. The date that I've been both dreading and waiting for has come. I'm going to die tonight. If there's an afterlife, I'm headed for the bad part of it. No good afterlife would take a teenager who can see the future. Either way, I'm getting out of my dungeon. Tonight.

I wait patiently by the window. There isn't anything to see, but I imagine what it will be like outside.

My first sign of relief comes when I get dragged outside by a male blond. I feel pain from his grasp, but it's more annoying than anything. Why is he waiting to kill me?

"Alice, you smell very appealing. I bet that your vision would improve if I changed you, but I just can't let a good meal opportunity go. I'm James, by the way, and I've been watching you for quite some time."

This creature speaks of salvation, but thinks I'm a better meal.

Before I get the chance to respond to this man, he gets pushed aside by an old man. The old man bites me on the neck and I experience torturous pain. The last thing I notice is James tearing apart his attacker. I almost had it in me to feel bad, but this new burning sensation takes that feeling away.

I feel myself getting stronger. The fire had burned me, but it's long since retreated. I'm afraid to open my eyes to see what has become of my world, but a vision coma first.

I gasp. I've seen this man before, but never so clear. He's pretty. He needs my help and I'm going to give it to him.

The burning in my throat needs to be fixed. I just let my mind wander, and suddenly, I taste appealing warm liquid going down my throat. I need more, so I get it. When I focus my mind, I see a huge pile of lifeless humans. What a nice sacrifice for me.

I see in my thoughts that this blonde male is going towards a diner during a rain storm. I remember that diner. The memory is barely there, but I know where to go now. I travel, never tiring, till I reach this diner. It's early in the morning. I sit and wait. I see that he's coming. He's closer. The diner is about to close when he finally walks in the door. I go up to him and the words that follow are so natural it feels scripted in a way. I didn't know his name, but I suddenly do.

"Jasper, you've kept me waiting for so long that I was afraid that you weren't going to show up." His returning smile was mind-melting.