It was a cool winter afternoon, snowflakes covered the ground in a thick blanket of snow, and the sun danced over the frozen lake. The snow topped mountains around Alice looked pretty. As she stood admiring the beauty around her, a thick stream of black, suffocating smoke billowed from behind her, snaking past towards the lake she was facing. Her ears met with a crackling, snapping sound and as she turned to face the direction noise her eyes widened with fear and her mouth dropped open in shock.
The Volturi were standing serenely behind a bonfire, which atop it laid Carlisle.
The Cullen family gathered in the grand living area, the room filled with silence. Alice had spoken of her vision and after what seemed to be a long time Rosalie was the first to speak.
"But you must have seen why it happened? Some reasoning of some sort? The Volturi can't just go around killing vampires without provocation." Her eyes reflected both frustration and fear.
"There was nothing, the Volturi didn't even speak. It was as if"-
"As if your vision was being tampered with." Edward finished for her.
Edward's ability to read the minds of others allowed him to relive Alice's vision through her memory. It was different from the other visions she'd experienced. It felt as though it had been cut short, but at both the beginning and the end. This was particularly frustrating, as it meant the Cullen's had nothing to go on. Carlisle was atop a burning bonfire, but why and how did he get there?
Someone is deliberately tampering with Alice's visions, but who?