Thank you to sabrinablok, aveave, and SwanQueen4055 for reviewing, favouriting and following Collision. I tried to make this second chapter longer :) Oh and as a side note, I do know Elena has blonde hair in the book, but since I'm following the show, she's a brunette here.

Chapter Two- Intruders and Kidnappers

"I had a choice. To help, or to banish. To fight, or to ignore. But getting involved was not a choice. It was what I should have known would happen."

"Edward, there was no point coming here. Alice must've made some mistake," Bella pressed herself to the tree behind here that was covered with moss.

The night sky was sprinkled with the stars, as the chilly wind cut at the human girl; who alone could feel the cold, while the porcelain white vampires stood around in one position, thinking and unmoving.

"I did not, Bella. It was very distinct; though whether the others will be willing to help if we are in this town…" Alice Cullen trailed off, looking as if she was in immense pain as she tried to look into the unknown again.

"There is some very strong…protection here. Like an ancient spell, but—"

"Spells don't exist Alice!" Edward snapped, his patience wearing thin remarkably fast for a vampire five thousand years old.

His behavior towards his favorite sister had become increasingly worse since she finally broke through her barrier and understood what was happening. The very second that she had informed the Cullens; The Volturi was coming—Bella had stayed human for too long, and not been changed.

"How would I know? We all thought it would be at least three hundred years before they cared to check in on Bella again!" Alice couldn't cry, but if she had been capable, the tears would not have stopped flowing.

Jasper sighed and squeezed her petite shoulders, muttering soothing words and using his own 'power' to calm her.

It had been three months since Bella and Edward's engagement, and four since Victoria and her army had been killed. They had tried to be on the run, but it was the Volturi after all; a fight was unavoidable. Now, under Jasper and Carlisle's knowledge and commands, they had arrived in Virginia, Mystic Falls…

"It was Jane. Felix and Jane saw her as a human, and they never wanted her to stay alive." Edward spat furiously.

"Guys, do be rational! I know how much you are doing for me," Bella paused. "Again. But if they have an army, then I should just—"

"Bella, please. We're going to fight, and we will have an army too. If we didn't care, would we come here in the first place?" Emmett said, trying to look at her in the eyes, but they were down on the forest ground.

"No other place will work. This can be the perfect battleground. The others will be coming soon, and I'm sure they will help…but I think someone is trying to track us down already." Edward said.

"But, why here? There may be danger, other—vampires." Bella winced. Even after three years, she couldn't bring herself to speak the word normally.

"Because tiny Forks is in danger if an army is coming Bella," Rosalie replied, her blonde hair looking stunning even when it was tied in a hurried mess.

"And Virginia; the Volturi have never come to this part before, I know it. I was with them for longer than you know. This in fact, is the only place where I have never seen any of our species," Carlisle informed.

"Didn't you say vampires were everywhere?" Bella frowned.

Jasper laughed a mirthless laugh. "Yes, Bella. What Carlisle means is our kind. Like our eyes, whether crimson or topaz. We have never had contact with any supernatural in this part. And the eastern parts even less."

"Then we should not take the risk of…we shouldn't be here! I know the Volturi have no idea about our accomplices, but what if there are…creatures worse than them?" Bella stuttered to a halt.

"Risk is my middle name." Edward muttered.

"Look, let me get this clear. The Volturi and their army are coming to hunt us down, and we have very less fighters on our side. Virginia is the untouched and only vampire-free place I am assuming, and since they have no control over the supernatural here—if there are any that is—then their advantages are less. We have to have the battle here; Forks has too many people who are associated with all this, and the werewolves should give us an advantage too."

Alice closed her mouth without taking a single breath after her clarification.

"Jacob will get hurt again," Bella mumbled.

"He was brilliant last time. And Leah won't be stupid this time." Emmett offered.

"Now," Carlisle announced. "The only thing left is how to get more fighters."

"We could search the town."

Alice shook her head, looking serious. "No, we should not. There was something that I could foresee—someone here has got great power. Like…like magic perhaps? I can't see who, or what kind of power, but I sense the electricity in it."

"Stop with the 'magic' rubbish Alice," Edward said, pinching his nose and glancing at Bella who was starting to shiver with the cold.
"Magic can't save us, can it?"

"No! Okay, maybe not magic. But it's an unknown force, Edward. I caught a glimpse of a girl, and every time she flashes in my mind, something gets drawn into it. Like a bit of her power; it is mixing with my predictions."

"How does that help us fight? We can deal with that later!" Rosalie said at last, when no one spoke. Even if she did not favor Bella too much, she was against believing Alice this time.

Alice looked furious. Ignoring Esme's gentle words, and slipping out from Jasper's arm in a flash, she shouted in rare anger; "Fine! Don't believe me. And don't come looking for me, I'll be back before the fight."

"Alice, wait!" Bella shouted, but the pixie vampire broke into a run before disappearing completely between the pitch black depths of the forest as the leaves rustled.

"Give her a break, Edward. You're being very rude to her," Esme scolded her son.

"I can't stand it anymore. Why Bella? Why does she have to suffer so much because of us?" Edward moaned at last.

Bella was still as a stone sculpture now, seething in silent anger. "Edward, how many times can I prove it to you? This was my choice, I wanted this life! No one said it had to be easy!"

"Right. No one did," Emmett agreed.

"And we're not going to let you enjoy all the difficulty either Bella," Jasper grinned slightly, even though his mind was on Alice.

"So, keep calm," Rosalie started.

"And live your life." Carlisle finished.

"We'll fight. And no one is stopping us. Alright Cullens?" Emmet said, laughing with his usual unfazed self, throwing up a hand in a massive group high-five.

Edward had a mingled expression of pride and happiness on his face, and Bella smiled; realizing there was nothing she could do to change their minds. So instead she looked away and whispered; "Thank you."

Stefan thought he had been having a good day; his brother was nowhere to be seen in the morning, his kill had been satisfying, and Elena was right beside him at the moment.

"You know, this dance may not be such a bad thing after all," Elena said conversationally, her fingers intertwined with Stefan's as usual as they walked under the pale winter sun, getting back from school

"And why is that?" The younger Salvatore had been under the impression that Elena was strongly against one more huge event that could possible turn out to have fire breathing dragons attacking it. If they were lucky that is.

"Because," Elena pouted slightly at his lack of observation. "You get to dance with me again. And this time, since Klaus is not trying to kill me, you mister will please dance like last time." She giggled a bit as she remembered Stefan whirling her around and into his arms.

Stefan laughed and bowed—it's pretty hard to do that without looking awkward while walking, but he managed to pull it off.

"It will be a pleasure, my lady."

Elena grinned, and then as they passed the old, frail trees which looked black sometimes, and past the school grounds into the dimmer street, she remembered something.

"You know, whenever Damon is not at the house, he's up to something?" the brunette girl said.

Stefan sighed internally, hoping his careless brother had not gone and brought back more trouble for this town again. After all, that was he did. Unless of course Elena was involved.

He had never been able to get past the issue of the girl walking beside him and her connection with Damon. There was an obvious, almost tangible sign that Elena was now being…shared by the two. Just like Katherine; only Elena was not betraying them into any devious plans.

"Yeah, hopefully he's just gone next town to feed on some stripper or something," Stefan said, his lips twitching at the idea.

Elena frowned and hit him lightly on the chest. "Don't say that, the image doesn't go well with my lunch."

"You've seen us—uh feed, haven't you?"

"Yes, but the stripper part, well—"

"Ah well, you know my brother."

"Stefan, give him a break!"

Stefan was about to reply again, but when he saw that she was trying to defend him that much, he gritted his teeth and fought back the anger at Damon bubbling in the pit of his stomach, dancing along with the jealousy. Elena is mine he thought fiercely.

"Well, glad to know you have so much love for me behind my back brother,"

Elena loosened her grip on Stefan's hand, and turned around just as he did too. Perched like a feline on one of the incredibly weak branches of a tree was Damon Salvatore, his annoying smirk back in place.

"Speak of the devil…" Stefan muttered.

"And the devil appears looking stunningly hot in his leather boots," Damon finished, jumping down neatly beside the two.

"Oh, stop it. Why are you here?" Elena prompted, eager to get going with Stefan to Mystic Grill.

But Damon as usual was completely off the point. Though Stefan did not miss the serious warning glance he threw towards the blonde, before turning to Elena again.

"Aw, come on Elena. Admit it, I'm hot!"

Elena rolled her eyes. "Sure you are. When hell freezes over."

"Huh. Already did when I walked in."

Elena bit her lip in an amused manner, and looked at Stefan to exchange the 'He's nuts' expression, but he was looking at Damon's face.

"Elena? You mind if I join you and Bonnie at the Grill a bit later? I think Damon has something to show me." he said, still not looking at her.

She immediately morphed into an overly worried expression and said; "What now? I'm coming too then."

Damon sighed dramatically, and clapped her on the shoulders. "Don't worry, I'll come back alive. Let's hope my brother does too."

But the cheerleader was even more suspicious now. "What do you mean Damon?" she asked sharply.

Stefan tried to look as carefree as possible and poked Elena's nose gently. "Go to Bonnie. I'm guessing Damon killed the stripper by mistake, and he's calling me to relieve himself of the uh, remorse. Okay, now get going!"

Elena closed her eyes in irritation, but she knew if she tried to force her way with them, even one of them was powerful enough to send her right back. Following wouldn't help; their vampire instincts would pick up the smallest sound at once.

"I hate you guys," she muttered, opening her eyes and glaring at an innocent raven perched on a tree.

"Love you too Elena." Stefan and Damon said in unison, before glaring at each other. Then, without another word, they sprinted forward and vanished into the twilight; gone so fast, it was like they melted into the air.

"Like I don't know what's going on," she said to herself, shoving her cold hands into her pockets, missing Stefan's warmth already, and making her way to Mystic Grill.

Meanwhile, the brothers were moving with lightning speed, as Damon directed Stefan towards the forest. But this time, he did not enter through the gap between the trees into the denser part, but went around to the old Lockwood stone well, filled with Vervain, sitting among the leaves and tangled creepers.

Damon came to a halt agilely, and Stefan, without hesitation jumped onto the side of the well, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows.

"Well?" he asked impatiently. The mood was unlike Stefan, but he was not happy to leave Elena, just when a problem free day had been surfacing.

Damon moistened his lips and then said a bit loudly; "Looks like I found our intruder."

The other vampire grinned all of a sudden, and came down to stand in front of his brother. "How?"

His brother let out a low whistle to himself, before searching the trees behind him once. Then he turned back to Stefan. "I would like to say that I worked very hard and battled the vampire to near death, but less imaginatively brother, my target wandered willingly into the very place where I had been searching."

"Great. Where is he? Have you asked him why he's here?"

Damon chuckled at his words, confusing the blonde. Pursing his lips, as if trying to keep in a laugh that should've escaped at a marvelous joke, he shook his head slowly; in an aggravating manner more like.

"Am I missing something?" Stefan's green eyes narrowed.

"Well yes, Stefan. It's a girl."

Stefan frowned, rather taken aback from the blood-thirsty and wild male vampire image in his head, realizing it was much less.

"A girl? Easy; not Katherine again, right?"

"Come now, don't underestimate the girls Stefan, Katherine beat you up pretty good. And no it is not her, but I don't quite understand the nature of this vampire; she's not dying."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I tried to drench her in Vervain, and then to snap her neck. And the sun was still there when I found her, but she didn't have any ring or pendant to protect her."

"You tried? But if Vervain didn't work and you snapped her neck, then she should be dead, and waking up by now. When did you do this?"

Damon let out a sigh of irritation at his brother. "No, she kept dancing out of the way. Found her minutes before I came to you."

"Well then—"

"What do you want with me?" A voice that sounded like a shrill bell rang out through the clearing, and the Salvatores' eyes found a tiny girl with spiky black hair, staring at them defiantly through the trees, but Damon caught the look of apprehension.

"Rose?" Stefan blurted out, before realizing it was not their friend.

Damon hissed in warning and mild annoyance, but the girl was now edging closer.

Apart from the flare in her golden eyes, there was no change to her expression, and not a flicker of fear showed on her unnaturally pale, alabaster face.

"Damon, what had you done to her?" Stefan asked at last, when none of the three spoke—the girl didn't confirm or deny Stefan's exclamation, which he now knew was wrong, and the Salvatores made no sign to answer her question.

Stefan was sure, that whatever this girl was, she didn't look like someone who would willingly wait with Damon just because he asked her to, or threatened to snap her neck.

"I compelled her dimwit. But it's not supposed to wear off that fast, what's wrong with this chick?"

"I have a name," the girl said coldly, looking straight at Damon.

Stefan knew his brother would be useless in getting information out of her, because the only techniques he used were force, or seduction. And none would work at the moment.

So he walked up boldly to the pixie, towering over her determined figure. "Then how about you tell us?"

"That," the girl spat. "Is none of your business."

But the younger vampire was determined to find out who she was…or more like what she was.

"You're not human." The girl startled then both by speaking what was on both their minds first. It was not a question, but a simple statement.

Damon clicked his fingers suddenly, getting bored of the slow pace at which everything was going at. Leave it to Stefan to become gentlemanly to a creature he couldn't kill even once. At least once! Then she could return to normal and he would probably not bother her again. Probably.

"No, we're not pixie. You're not too, but you're not affected by Vervain, so you cannot be a vampire, but you have to be some creature with that speed you've got. Are you a werewolf? A witch? A random chick who drank super fast potion as a baby? Hurry up and explain, or I'm going to find some way to kill you." Damon paused for the effect, before adding in a whisper; "And you'll stay dead."

The spiky haired girl was now wearing an expression of shock and disbelief. And all of a sudden, before Stefan could scold his brother again, she became even more still than she already was, and her face became blank.

Her golden eyes glazed for exactly three point twenty six seconds—that Damon's mind processed—and then she opened her mouth and raised her eyebrows at the boys, as if some invisible person beside had told her they were the ugliest guys in town, and she denying that with her face.

"You are vampires? There are vampires in this town?" Before any of the two could reply, she remembered Damon's words and said in an angry voice; "And how dare you call me a…a dog? Of course I am not a werewolf! I'm a vamp—"

Quicker than a heartbeat, Damon pulled out something from his back pocket—a very short, wooden stake—and lunged at the girl, thrusting the weapon forward into her stomach.

Stefan made no motion to stop him; because the damage had been done before he'd seen Damon pull the stake out. But both the vampires had expected to see blood, to see the girl drop to her knees, before the wound healed and then she became normal again.

Instead, the stake hit her torso with a dull, muffled thuk, as if it were hitting stone, and fell harmlessly to the ground, lying there among the stones and moss.

"How?" was all Damon could manage, at a loss for words for once.. He had attacked her because if she really was a vampire, she should have been wounded, and he knew that she had been unprepared when he lunged, so he had suddenly decided to grasp the chance.

The girl grimaced, and then abruptly narrowed her eyes, holding out her hand in a formal fashion, but looking as if she was about to throw up with the effort.

"I am Alice Cullen. I am a vampire, and you cannot kill me with wood, or any other weapon. And," Alice hesitated, knowing that she was giving away too much information to these unknown supernatural creatures. "And I don't feed on human blood."

Damon was still shocked and angry, thinking she was stronger and could not be injured with anything. Stefan extended his hand very little, and then stopped in surprise when his brother slapped Alice's hand away, snarling.

"Get out Cullen. This is our land. Get out from here, or you won't live to tell the tale; I'll find a way."

"Stop, Damon. That's enough." Stefan said cuttingly, glancing apologetically at Alice. Then he said; "Why are you here?"

"We are being followed…by the Volturi."

"The what?"

Alice was looking much gentler now, but she took a small, audible intake of breath at Stefan's ignorance of the Volturi.

"They—how can you not know them? The royal family of the vampires, the ones who can kill us with a snap of their fingers. The oldest vampires!"

Stefan backed away in sudden disgust from Alice. "You're an Original. And 'we'? There are more of you? But I though there were no more Originals left!"

Alice groaned, and then said; "No, I have no idea what your Originals are! Look, I saw you both helping us! The only reason I am still here is—"

"When exactly did we help you Cullen?" Damon interrupted, his anger still showing clearly on his handsome face.

"I…we…we have powers. I can see the future. I mean, not the exact thing, it can change, but glimpses, ideas which are still intact, unless they are tampered with again." Alice was looking uncomfortable now.

"Oh yes? And how is it you didn't predict me attacking you?" Damon put mocking emphasis on the word predict.

"That was because it was undecided, until the very moment when you made a conscious decision to hurt me."

Centuries of being brothers and working in stealth, experiencing all the betrayal and all the old tricks, a silent look of understanding passes through Stefan and Damon.

They knew almost nothing about Alice Cullen, no weakness except short-lived compulsion. And she had others with her, and kept talking about enemy vampires tracking them down…which meant they would come to Mystic Falls if the intruders stayed.

It was already evening, and getting steadily darker, and they had no time to exchange their histories and their powers to each other. The Salvatores needed to get more information out of Alice properly.

So, Stefan—who Alice stupidly seemed to trust more—calmly walked three steps forwards, and crouched down just a bit to the girl's height, smiling in a reassuring manner.

She was clever, he had to admit. The proximity immediately made her try and jump back, but the blonde gripped her stone hard and cold arms before that, still smiling.

With his devious soft green eyes looking directly into her suspicious liquid, golden ones, he poured out his words distinctly, each one ringing out and getting ingrained into her mind with the power he used.

"You will not speak a word to anyone, and come with us without a fight. You will answer all our questions, and not try anything funny. And you will do what we want you to do willingly, without protest."

Stefan leaned back, and Alice blinked four times, which was unusual for a vampire, and then nodded in a slightly confused, but emotionless manner.

"Well done, brother," Damon said, before jerking his head towards Alice and commanding; "Walk. Now."

And as the wintry weather picked up rhythm, the three vampires went to the Salvatore house, where the two boys promptly locked Alice up in the cellar. No matter how strong she was, that door was pretty much unbreakable from recent experiences.

Stefan quickly ran over once to Elena's house, and apologized with so much sincerity she had to give in and stop being cross. But then she was flustered again when he went back as quick as he came, talking about something he 'needed to take care of' , and refusing gently to elaborate further, much to her frustration.

The minute he was back in the house, he saw Damon was not there. And then he picked up distant orders from his voice, and the threats of Alice, before all was silent again and his brother came up the stairs, looking put off.

"I don't get why compulsion has so little effect on her! I had to do it again! I mean, nothing else works for that girl; stakes, Vervain, guns!"

Stefan raised a disapproving but amused eyebrow. "Guns, Damon?"

"Well, I still have a few left from Alaric's stash! Don't look at me like that brother, I repeat; nothing else works!"

The two Salvatores stood in silence for a while, before the younger one spoke; "I don't trust this one. And the idea of their 'royal vampires' tracking them down here…"

Damon stretched his arms and sunk into the couch. "Neither do I. But well, we've had worse than this. Lot worse."

"Yeah, true. Only we shouldn't have ended up kidnapping the psychic fortune teller home just to question her. We still don't know how strong her alliances are, or if they are a threat to Mystic Falls."

Damon smirked and replied; "Doesn't matter. We'll beat the hell out of them if they dare to become one."

So, thanks again for the support you four who were kind enough to like my story, and I will be updating a little late this time, because my school is going to open in the next week, and I have stuff piling up! Please review, I need more to get an idea of how people think about this :)

If you like my writing, you can check out my other story and one-shots if you're interested; The New Student, Doesn't Take Much for a Smile, Prove It, Angel, Birthday Present and Return Gift- A Sequel to Birthday Present. Thank you :)