I looked in the mirror again. Perfection. Always perfection. That was why mirrors covered every single wall in my room. What better thing to do then look in a mirror if you were as beautiful, as perfect as me? I heard a cry downstairs. Instantly, my stomach flexed and I felt like crying, but it was only Renesmee. Not my child.

I didn't even have a child. Never had. I looked at the mirror again. My face looked furious, quite a contrast to the subdued expression my face had held moments ago. I closed my eyes and turned around, walking towards the door of my room. I yanked the door open, but grabbed it before it swung into to the door and smashed a hole in the wall.

I walked out into the hallway. Alice was standing, bent over a coffee table, her hands clutching the sides of her face. I paid her no mind. If she was in pain, Jasper would help her. Then her face slowly tilted towards me. 'Help me' she mouthed.

I felt a little bubble of nervousness wash over me. "What?" I whispered. She closed her eyes and again, and leaned back, crashing into the couch. "Alice! What?" I whispered, louder this time. Still no response.

Seeing no reason for me to be here, I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs. Esme was cooking a chocolate cake in the kitchen. I stared at her, cocking my head to the right.

"What are you doing?" I asked. She looked up at me and smiled a huge smile.

She continued to mix the batter in the big, silver bowl. Her arm was moving so fast it looked more like a whisk then a human hand. Then again, it wasn't a human hand, so I shouldn't expect it to act anything like a human hand.

"I got a job at a restaurant. So, I decided I should practice a little bit." I stared at her like she was crazy. She noticed my look. "I know it's a little bit weird based on the fact we don't eat, but I wanted to get a job. And, I highly suggest you get one. How about fashion designing or something like that?" I glared at her.

I shook my head. "No. Jobs are for humans. People that need money. People that want to work. I'm none of those, so no, I'm not getting a job." Esme gave me a warning glare.

"I've already lined up three interviews for you tomorrow. One of them is at a modeling agency. I know they'll love you. The other two are for fashion magazines." My mouth dropped. She gave me a smile, and then turned to put the batter in the oven. I stuck my tongue out at her back. Then I heard Alice coming down the stairs. Esme and I turned our heads to look at her. She looked normal as ever. If Alice was ever normal.

Alice sat down at the island and began fiddling with her fingers. Esme noticed her weird antics. "Hey, honey, something wrong?" Esme asked, pulling ingredients out of the cupboard.

Alice swallowed; looked up at Esme, then at me, then back down at the counter. "Nothing. Just something I saw a little while ago." Her voice was so grave, so deep, that Esme and I instantly looked over at her.

"Alice, tell us now!" I screamed at her. Esme stared at me and shook her head. I smiled a smug little smile at her. She bit her upper lip, trying to keep herself from saying something nasty.

"Fine, I saw the Volturi! They're coming for me!" She blurted out. Esme and I exchanged one long look and then Esme rushed upstairs to get Carlisle and I ran out the front doors to get Emmett, Edward, and Jasper.