Disclaimer: Don't own. Gross. Twilight. (And yet, I'm writing fan fiction of it, go figure.)

A/N: I'm writing a story again. I abandoned my other one (still up for adoption, has it really been 4 years?!). I need an outlet though so... I'm not sure if this will be considered actually serious or not, no idea what direction its going in, I just honestly liked the idea of screwing with the timeline and future sight so... Alice. That's my in. Like it or leave it. Also, constructive criticism and reviews are so so so so appreciated you have no idea.

blujeza . tumblr .com - I'll post teasers and stuff there.

Warning(s): Massively AU, Self-Insert without the "Self" (This OC is NOT me), Swearing, General messing with the timeline/future/people/vampire royalty, blood - because vampire

Word Count: 2,248

He was roaring, venom dripping from his mouth, black eyes wild with anger and impatience. The sky was black and endless, the stars twinkling very faintly in the presence of smoke, fire, and purple fumes. All around him lay scattered body parts, torsos and limbs spread to the far reaches of the tiny, dusty wooden town. He was angry.

She held him by the jaw with two hands, his scarred features were set in a look of utter loathing and obedience, somehow portraying how much he absolutely hated her at the same time he blindly followed her. She grinned with bright, flawless teeth set upon a pretty dark toned face, her black curls twisted up into a messy bun. She had her Major and she was happy.

Ripping, tearing, pulling the ferocious monsters apart while he stalked like a hungry panther through the masses. His head was held high, the dirty blonde curls almost stationary in the faint, smoke coated breeze. Snapping teeth came centimeters within touching distance of his dirty shirtsleeve, even as his hands moved fast to dislocate a slobbering jaw. He was determined.

Long dark hair tumbled over her shoulder, her breasts heaving with the motion of his mechanical thrusts, she moaned in rapture as her hands tore into his shoulder and back. He didn't flinch, instead leaning down to place his mouth at her neck only to have his head jerked back by two small, feminine hands. She snarled into his face, all motion stopping because he had gotten too close.

He was tall.

He had golden curls.

His eyes are red.

He is angry. So angry.

She is his mistress.

He hates, intensely.

She cackles, happy with her lot in life.

He is breaking.

His name…. Her name…. They're named….

She calls him Major.

He calls her Mistress.

His name is Jasper. Jasper Whitlock.

The fire stopped, the flames that had been licking at me for the past 48 hours quickly dying away and leaving me with a sense of loss that I couldn't comprehend. I remember… I remember… dying in a crash. Had the car exploded? Did I get caught in the flames? What happened to me? Something is different.

I breathed in. If my heart could stutter in fear, it would have, as I tasted everything. The air was alight with all sorts of unidentifiable things as I suddenly smacked my lips, my tongue coming out to taste the air again; I didn't taste anything this time. My brow furrowed in confusion, my eyes still tightly shut. I was almost afraid to open them. I breathed in again, holding it in my chest as I analyzed the taste of mist and dirt. I was in a forest. I could tell right away, despite having never tasted a forest before.

I twisted my head to the side very slightly, letting it rest upon the damp earth and hearing the faults shifting within it. How very strange this all was, and how was this happening in the first place? I tilted my face upwards again and decided to brave the unknown with my eyes, wanting to know where I was and why I was here. My eyes peeled open and I stared.

Amazement filled me as I watched the tiny dust motes pass in front of my eyes, the air currents flowing past me, and the veins in the tree leaves high above me. My eyes frantically searched the trees, the leaves, the bark, and landed on a few bugs crawling upon the trunks. I didn't understand how I was seeing all of this much less processing it in such a rate that I understood it. My mouth dropped open seemingly of my own accord as I sat up. It was so fast, one second I was lying down and the next I was sitting upright and gazing around with my head twisting this way and that.

I couldn't comprehend all of this. I almost didn't want to. My head tilted slightly as I twisted my neck around behind me, staring off into the forest at the sudden sounds of hooves upon the dirt. I licked my lips, nervous and anxious for absolutely no reason except I was suddenly so thirsty. What was that noise!?

Th-thump. Thump. Th-thump. Thump.

I cocked my head to the side, was that… a heartbeat?

Whoooosh. Lub-dub. Whooosh. Lub-dub. Whooosh.

It was definitely a heartbeat. I closed me eyes at the sudden feeling of want and longing rising up in me. Holding my breath for good measure, I carefully stood up and went still. I needed… I needed to think. How could I even think with all this noise and distraction? Quiet…. Stillness… I needed those things. I needed….

Th-thump. Thump. Th-thump. Thump.

I needed blood.

I turned, eyes opening, even as I lost myself to the need and bloodlust and launched myself into the trees. It was like the world stood still as I ran, and before I knew it my teeth were buried into the neck of a young man in hunting gear. His companion yelled in fear and shock and I heard a gun go off. Something tickled my side, and I felt the fluttering of cloth material against my pale skin.

I bit harder, swallowing in ecstasy at the gush of warmth and chocolate running down my throat. So thirsty. I didn't care that his companion had turned tail and started running, I was too lost in the taste and enjoyment of my current prey. I dropped him, tilting my head back as I hummed in delight. My eyes closed very briefly as I licked the drops off of my lip and chin.

Snapping my head to the left at the sudden sound of another heart, the rushing of blood, and the smell of a fresh wound, I spotted the fleeing human. It had cut itself on a branch, I could spot the torn cloth of it's jacket from here. In a flash, I had it in my hands, studying it's closed eyes and whimpering form with fascination. It was taller than me by quite a lot, but it didn't matter as I bent its head back, accidently snapping its vertebrae as I did.

My mouth closed in around its neck, teeth slicing easily through the skin, and blood gushing up and into my mouth. I moaned. It just tasted so good. It was as if I was drinking in life, and maybe I was, considering just what it was I was drinking down as if I were stuck in the desert. Dropping the corpse to the ground, I swallowed the last of the blood and took a step back.

That's when I froze.

I'd just murdered two innocent people and drank their blood.

I just moved too fast to be human. I just drank blood.

'And I liked it!' I thought hysterically. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate, my chest heaving in an effort to draw in enough air that, apparently, I didn't even need!

"Oh my god." I muttered, panicked. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygod…"

I trailed off, my thoughts running on a loop of 'I'm a vampire. I just killed people. I drank blood. Oh my god. I'm a vampire. I just drank blood. Oh my g-god!'

I made the mistake of looking down at that moment and saw the bloodied corpse of the human man staring up at me, his empty eyes forever frozen in a look of fear and horror. I gagged, launching myself backward and sending the tree behind me to the ground. Shivering, I turned and raced away, too panicked and terrified to even consider covering up my trail.

I didn't stop until I came upon a pond of some sort. It wasn't very big, nor very clean, but it would certainly work for what I suddenly wanted. I needed to see myself. I needed to prove to myself that it wasn't true. It's just a dream! At that thought, I stopped at the edge and toed the muddy water before taking a careful step forward. Bending, I glanced down right into a pair of hazy red eyes.

I stared. This is impossible. I couldn't think past that. People don't just die and wake up as other people! Especially vampire people! I thought, half hysterical and half disbelieving. On the other hand, the proof was right here, literally, right in front of my face. As I continued to stare into the face in the water, the face that had red eyes, messy and short black hair, and pixie like frame, all I could think was that of course this would happen to me. Of course it made sense that I was Alice freakin' Cullen.

Carefully, I stepped away from the water and rather ungracefully sat myself down on the ground. Because this makes all the sense in the world… I mused to myself. She must not have made it through the change…so instead this body got me. Ugh, what am I thinking, of course not. This isn't possible!

My thoughts were in a whirlwind. It wasn't that I didn't understand what had happened or even what was happening, more that I just didn't want to. Unfortunately, it seems as if dying in another world means sending your soul to a completely, previously, fictional one. Did this mean I had been reborn somehow? Did it mean I just simply shoved Alice from her body and hijacked it instead? I didn't know, and really, I didn't want to.

More than that, however, was the sudden and jarring thought of how I was so lucid at this moment. I'd read the Twilight novels, and the only newborn to have ever had complete control of themselves was Bella Swan. It's a bit too soon for Bella Swan, and I am certainly not she. No, apparently I'm Alice Cullen. I thought sarcastically. It was a truly disturbing thought.

Grimacing, I glanced at the pond again. I certainly didn't want to take a second look at myself, but…. My eyes shot down to my tattered clothing of an asylum detainee. I would need to clean myself up. Beyond that, I knew I'd need to brave a town or something for some clothes because I was not wearing this scrap for much longer if I could help it.

I picked at the bloody sleeve of my uniform, the material tearing and grinding to thread beneath my fingertips. Scowling, I huffed and stopped messing with my clothes. Apparently I would have to practice before even thinking of changing. Irritated at myself and at the world at large, I threw myself backwards onto the ground with my arms out on either side of me and closed my eyes.

I desperately needed to take a moment to just think. Blowing out a breath of frustrated air, I turned inwards to my thoughts and tried to put it all in perspective. A vampire's brain, it turns out, is amazing at this sort of intense self-introspection. In the next few minutes, my thought process reviewed my waking, the transformation, the self-doubt and fear of my new situation, my death, and even the visions I'd apparently already had but been ignoring this whole time. It was as if everything was layered on top of each other, but in such a way that it was easy to skip from thought to thought without being overwhelmed. Honestly, it kind of reminded me of the Mind Palace. Ha! Sherlock Holmes.

It couldn't have been more than ten minutes when I opened my eyes and stared around at the world with new eyes. So I'd died. I had died and I'd been reborn as Mary Alice Brandon. I was now in Twilight – the worst example of a tweenie boppers love story ever – and was one of the leading characters, sort of. I had visions, though how they worked I have no clue; still, it would be interesting to figure that out and to see just how far I could train this ability. Would being different from the original Alice effect my new gift in any way? Would the visions still be subjective based on decisions or could they be something more?

I couldn't deny that I suddenly became curious and excited about this new life just for those reasons alone. I am certain that while burning I had witnessed Jasper in Maria's newborn army. Did this mean that Jasper would still be my mate? Was it entirely possible that it meant something completely different? Maybe, I was just supposed to help him? I didn't know. Not knowing was… not actually a relief. It made me nervous. Mostly because I knew that not knowing something would cause me to become dependent on this crystal ball gift and that's dangerous.

I shivered from the very thought and stood to my feet. Rubbing my arms with my hands, despite not needing the warmth of it or the circulation, I glanced around the area I found myself in with a worried frown. First thing's first, looking down at my bloodied and torn clothing with a grimace of disgust.

"Clothes." I muttered, distractedly.

The next chapter is actually already halfway done. I'm not posting it for a couple of days though. So sit tight, and if you actually like this junk, don't beg me to hurry up. kthxbai

xoxo Jeza