Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer. If I were

Stephanie Meyer, I would be writing Midnight

Sun, not some fanfiction. Since I am not she,

it obviously means I don't own the characters.

Sorry.

Edward POV

I snapped the phone shut while the numbness subsided. What replaced it overwhelmed me.

Despair. Grief. Anger. Hatred.

Bella was dead. It had been confirmed.

I knew what had to be done.

Alice POV

Bella's house was not empty when I got there. I knew Edward wouldn't want me interfering, but I knew what had to be done. Charlie was sitting at the dining room table, head in hands, and instantly I knew that it was all true.

Bella had jumped, and Bella hadn't survived.

I knocked on the door loudly, but Charlie didn't answer it.

"Charlie?" I called. "Charlie? Are you home?"

I knew he was, but I think he wouldn't have responded had he not heard it was me. I heard him get up and shuffle to the door. He opened it, and I wanted to break down.

His face was red and swollen, eyes sunken in and tormented. The skin was sticky looking and damp from crying. When he addressed me, his voice was hoarse like he had been sobbing.

"Alice." Was all he said, all he needed to say. I already knew.

Sympathy filled my eyes, and I wished I could cry to stop the burning.

"Oh, Charlie! When?" I gasp, trying to not grasp what has happened.

"The brought her to me two hours ago." His voice cracks on the last word. I sigh and take him into my arms, though it only tortures my thirst.

"I'm so sorry." I let him cry against my shoulder.

After ten heartbreaking minutes, Charlie sniffs and stands up again.

"Her funeral is in five hours." He doesn't ask me to come, and I know he blames me for Bella's death.

I nod and let him go back to the dining room table. I would stay with him, but I desperately need to hunt.

Alice POV, Six Hours Later

I finished hunting a while ago, though I stayed in the forest to gather my thoughts.

Bella was dead. Proven.

This meant that if Edward found out, I'm not sure what he'd do. I have a sinking suspicion that Rosalie plans on informing Edward…

Alice's Vision

Edward is crouched in an attic. He holds his cell phone to his ear, frightened. He dials the number we both know so well.

The phone rings. Ring. Ring.

"Hello?" A deep voice answers. I don't recognize it, but I assume it's someone watching the Swan house while Charlie is at Bella's funeral. Oh no…

"This is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Is Charlie Swan at home?" Edward asks, impersonating Carlisle's voice.

"No. He's at the funeral." The voice cracks on the last word and Edward hangs up the phone. His face contorts and he crushes it.

"No!" He yells in pain and he runs…

Alice POV

Oh, no, no, no, NO! Edward is knows Bella is dead. I close my eyes and scan the future…

Alice's Vision

Edward is running towards Italy. The Vulture. He's dead set on asking the Vulture to kill him. If they don't kill him, he will wreak havoc in the town until they burn him and his ashes twice…

Alice POV
I am panicking now. I whip out my cell phone and call Rosalie. She answers on first ring, her voice light and breezy.

"What the hell have you done?" I spew, running as I lash out at her.

"What do you mean? Edward has a right to know." I moan.

"No, Rosalie. Yes, he has a right to know, but couldn't you have broken it to him in a nicer way? He's off to Italy. He's going to ask the Vulture to kill him."

I head Rosalie's sharp intake of breath.

"You can't be sure, Alice. Don't people change their minds?" I groan.

"Not him, Rose. He's dead set. I know how this will end. It's all your fault."

Alice POV, Next Day

I have reached Italy, and I am ducking through crowds to Edward. The Vulture said no to his request, but he's decided a way to get himself killed without harming any people.

He's going to walk shirtless in the bright sun. Suicide by sunlight, in ways people would not believe.

I weave my way past tourists, clutching my black hat with my black gloves, to prevent anyone from seeing my glittery skin.

I see him. In the future, and in real life. Edward standing in the shadows with his shirt off. I begin my chanting, out loud and in my head…

She's alive! She's alive! Edward, don't! Think of Bella, she's alive! ALIVE!

"She's alive, Edward! Bella's alive! Bella is alive, Bella is aLIVE, and Bella is ALIVE!"

I know this will get his attention, yet he does not stir.

Guess who's here? Bella, Bella! Bella is alive.

I start singing low to the tune of an old folk song.

"Bella wants to see you, sunshine. Bella wants to see you now! Bella wants to see your bright noon face, so Edward, don't step into the sun. Bella is alive, my sweetheart. Bella is alive right now. Bella wants to see your bright noon face, so Edward if you step into the sun you'll be making the biggest mistake of your existence!"

I fudged a bit on the tune, but I think he got the gist of what I was saying. He stepped back into the shadows.

Bella, Bella, Bella wants to see you! Bella, Bella, is so happy to be alive. She's alive! She's alive! Her heart BEATS!

Edward slowly opens his eyes as I crash into him. He stumbles back, still focusing on my thoughts.

"Bella? Where is she?" Edward's voice is low as I wrap my trench coat around his torso.

"Hm?" I try to pretend that there is no problem at all.

Bella, Bella, Bella. Oh, Bella. Yes, Bella. Shopping? How lovely, Bella.

Edward grabs my face and pulls it so I am looking into his eyes, now black with thirst.

"Where. Is. Bella." I stare back at him.

"She stayed back home. She's ill, you know. She did jump off that cliff."

Edward's face contorts in pain.

"You said—you thought—She was supposed to be here!" He thunders.

I put my hands on his arms, rubbing to ease the tension out.

"Yes, yes, I did, but if I didn't you wouldn't believe me. Come home. Then you can see Bella and tell her about what an arse you are."

"No. Where is Bella?" I try to remain patient, and I wish Jasper were here.

"She's at home, Edward. Come home. Please come home. Esme misses you. Carlisle misses you. Emmett sure as hell misses you. And Bella has been talking nonstop about you in her sleep."

Edward's tension slowly leaves his face and arms.

"Okay," He agrees.

Chartres, 1876

She writhed in agony, grasping for the hands that she knew weren't there. Pain so unbelievable that she wished she were dead consumed her, covered her from head to toe.

It had to be over soon.

Her heartbeat raced as the fire that burned throughout stopped her small heart's beating.

I am dead, She thought. I am dead for a crime I have not committed. I am in Hell.

The girl opened her eyes. The small stable room that had been her hiding place was still there. But it was different.

It seemed more there than it had in the past. The colors were vivid and the smell was so thick she could taste it.

But she was not all well, either.

There was a burn in her throat, aching throughout her entire torso. What is this? Thought the girl. Am I hungry?

No, she deduced, she was thirsty. So thirsty. She could not remember being this thirsty in her fifteen years.

She had kept a bucket of water by the hay that was her bed, so she stooped down to drink from it.

The smell of the water was normal, but why did it taste so foul? She was used to the stale taste, but it had never nauseated her like this. She choked up the mouthful she swallowed onto her hay.

Then her ears perked up. She noticed that she could hear her entire village, from people chatting to milking cows to stirring soup.

She looked down at her hands. What used to be tan skin from the sun covering her bones was now lily white. She gasped.

She turned back to the water, and stared, flabbergasted, into the murky reflection.

This is NOT the face of a human, She thought, maybe I'm an angel?

She stared more until she noticed the red eyes. I'm a Devil servant! She thought in horror. I'll NEVER do what he asks! Never! But why would he make me so beautiful?

Then the deliciously warm scent wafted by. There was one thing that echoed through her head, her instincts.

Food.

America, 2007

Since her changing in 1876, the girl had used many names.

First, she tried to be called Elise, her older sister's name.

When she moved from Chartres, she changed her name to avoid being recognized. She inhabited Simone. When she moved to Paris, she also changed her name.

She remembered all of her names and favorite places to stay. She pondered them several times a day, reminiscing.

Elise, Simone, Paige, Leonora, Madelyn, Alice, Violet, Celie, D'or, Hillarie…

Now she was different. Now she was Adalie.

She knew she couldn't bear loneliness any longer. The pain she had trying to stay back from humans, trying to only see them when she needed to feed.

She resisted too long.

She had to find them.

There had to be more out there.

Adalie POV

I walked the streets all across America. I had been to Spain, Mexico, Italy, Greece, Canada, and still not found anyone. I was starting to think I was alone, doomed to immortality.

I had no idea how I had been created. I couldn't even remember my human name, only that Elise was my sister. Or was it my cousin…

But I had traveled for the past decade searching, only to find my theory was true.

I was an evil freak of nature.

My eyes had died down in color, a light gold unless I was feeding. I did feel sorry for the humans I ate; they had families and friends and whatnot. I managed to give them burials until I realized their family would never say goodbye. Then I started leaving them on police station doorsteps.

I was so lonely. Never sleeping, never setting foot in sunlight, my life was pointless.

Then I found them.