Chapter 2
What happened to me next startled me.
Just as I was about to pounce, pictures interrupted my vision. Oh, I could see throught them, like
they were transparent, but I paid no heed to that. My full attention was on the pictures. I froze. Not
just normal standing still, it was literally like I was frozen. There wasn't an ounce of movement in my
body. I felt my eyes bulging, not blinking(though they didn't before), staring straight ahead. It was
like I was in a trance. A strange noice came out of my mouth through my clenched teeth. Did I just
hiss? But all of this was just a very tiny part in the very back of my roomy mind. What was in the
very front of my mind was the pictures.
The pictures were crystal clear. I was standing in a tiny, half-empty diner. The walls were paneled
in dark wood. There were boothes lining the walls and in the center of the room were tables and
chairs. I was sitting on a bar stool at the counter on the south wall of the room. I had the feeling that
I was waiting for something. An untouched cup of coffee sat in front of me. I got a brief, blank look
on my face a millisecond before the bell on the door on the north wall of the room rang, the door
opening. I turned around. This was what I was waiting for. A man walked through the door. Not just
any man. The most gorgeous man I'd ever seen.
He was just like me, whatever I was. He was very tall. 6'3", to be exact. His shoulders were hunched, his head down. He had golden, slightly brown
hair, unruly under the hat he wore. He was very wet from the rain outside. The most startling, yet
still beautiful, thing about him was his skin. It was still hard, cold, pale, but what covered his skin
was abnormal. Cresent shaped bite marks criss-crossed all over his skin, well the skin that was
visible to me, atleast. They were even whiter than than his skin, if that was possible. The marks
were slightly raised. He looked up, more marks covered his face, though not as many. The marks
screamed dangerous, but strangely the marks didn't take away from his breath-taking beauty, they
made him even more beautiful.
Once I took my eyes off his marks, I noticed his eyes. Black. With crimson surrounding his pupil.
He had dark circles under his eyes. I knew he was very thristy. He hadn't hunted in weeks.
He looked very sad, depressed. I knew why for some reason. His eyes scanned the room. He
was about to look back down before his eyes landed on me.
I leaped off the stool and walked over to him, smiling. I was so graceful it looked as if I was
dancing. I noticed that my hair was pitch black and spikey. The spikes going in every direction. I
was tiny, 4'6". I looked like a pixey. My eyes were gold.
The man tensed, startled, but quickly relaxed.
"You've kept me waiting a long time," I said in a high soprano voice. My voice sounded like bells,
like singing.
The man ducked his head and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am." His voice was a deep bass. He had a
Southern drawl. Beatiful.
I held out my hand, and he automatically took it. He looked startled by his reaction for the briefest
fraction of a second. I led him to a booth the farthest away from anyone. We sat across from each
other.
"I'm Alice," I said in my bell voice.
"I'm Jasper," he said in his bass voice.
"I know," I said. Jasper looked shocked, his eyes widening. Quickly I explained myself in a low
voice so no one heard me but him.
"I have a gift. I can see the future, though it's subjective. People change their minds. Take a step
to the left instead of the right. There are a million things that can change my visions, but this vision
was etched in stone. This one wasn't changing. I came to meet you, to help you. To change our
lives."
His startled face was all I saw before my pictures, visions, changed.
I saw a family. All like me and the beautiful Jasper. The same pale, hard, cold, skin. Graceful,
fluid, fast movements. They were all beautiful. There were five of them. Three men, two women.
The first man was the leader of the family. He had golden hair. He was very young. I got the
impression that he was very caring, very kind. Carlilse. That was his name.
The first women was very small, though no where near as small as me. She had long, wavy,
carmel colored hair. She had a heart-shaped face, and kind, loving eyes. She was Carlisle's mate.
Esme was her name.
The next two, a boy and a girl, were also boy(well man, actually) was huge. Almost
seven feet tall. He had huge muscles that rippled throughout his body. He was extremely strong,
obviously. His face didn't match his terrifying body. He had curly, brown hair. There was humor in
his eyes. It was like he didn't have a care in the world. He was a very happy person, he excepted
who he was. His name was Emmett.
The woman was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Well, maybe most beautiful woman I'd
ever seen. No one compared to Jasper. She had perfect features like the rest of us, and long,
slightly wavy golden blonde hair that fell down her back. She was tall, 5'8". Gorgeous. She knew
she was beautiful, and she flaunted it. Her name was Rosalie.
The last boy(man) was the only one alone. He was the least muscular of the men, leaner, but still
very muscular, cat-like in a way. He had bronze hair. He was very sad. He didn't like who he was.
He was very lonely. I felt sorry for him. His name was Edward.
The entire family had the same golden eyes as I did in my first vision. Why did me and this family
have gold eyes, but Jasper had red eyes?Carlilse and Esme were the father and mother figures of
the family, though they looked about the same age as the rest. Esme was very mothering. She
loved every one of her "children."
In the vision I saw them all in a forest. Sniffing the air and running in different directions at different
times. I followed Edward in my vision. I watched him crouch and leep. He landed gracefully on top of
a mountain lion. The cat struggled, but was no match for Edward. He quickly bit into the lion's
mouth and drained it of it's blood.
My vision flashed back to Jasper and I at the diner, right where we left off.
"What were your visions?" Jasper asked.
"Well, coming here and finding you was my first vision. Then it switched over to a family of us.
Five of them. Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward. They all have gold eyes like me
because they don't drink human blood."
"What do they drink?" Jasper asked.
"Animal blood." I said quickly. Jasper looked shocked, then their was something else in his eyes.
Pleasure, relief. He'd been searching for another way to live. He wasn't happy about having to kill
humans. He tried to hunt as little as possible, which explained the black eyes. He looked so
beautiful.
My vision switched again, back over to the family. I saw me and Jasper finding them, living with
them, adapting to their habits. They were our family now.
