ALICE POV-

I had never personally seen Edward in such a tizzy. Even the first time we physically met, after I had moved all of his things out of his room and made it into mine while he was away hunting, he hadn't been so up in arms.

My visions had been a bit haywire and random for the past few weeks, but never could I have foreseen Edward needing to up and leave the family. To find out that it was all because of a girl who had just moved into town was even more disconcerting. I should have seen this. She had been assigned to his class; there was no way of avoiding contact between them. And she was his singer, too! I should have seen!

He came out from the main office after school. Rosalie was mad at having to wait for him. A vision struck me, evoking within me a great sorrow. Jasper noticed, of course, so attuned to my emotions. Although he was my mate and my one true love, I was also deeply connected to my telepathic brother. Our bond was incredibly strong; our gifts gave us the opportunity to have completely silent conversations.

"You can't leave!" I pled with him as he joined the rest of the family. He ignored me, opening his Volvo and piling in the driver's seat as we all remained where we stood.

A vision flashed before my eyes, imminent. Rosalie was about to say something terribly rude that would make Edward even madder and prolong his stay away. The future aligned with the present a second later.

"I guess we're on Edward-time," she remarked. "You're such a prima donna. You make everyone wait for you and then it's us who need to hurry up?"

"Shut up, Rosalie," he ground out. "Get in or run home, it makes no difference to me."

As we climbed in, another vision flashed of Rose taking her own car tomorrow. Good, I thought, but it won't matter anyway because Edward won't be here.

I didn't see anything, Edward, what happened?

A vision flashed of Edward explaining his predicament.

"Your singer?" I gasped aloud.

"What's going on?" Emmett asked.

"Edward encountered his singer!" I said, astonished.

"And you didn't kill her, man?" Emmett asked. "You've got some serious control."

"I almost killed her," Edward admitted, gripping the steering wheel tight enough to leave permanent marks. We were rapidly approaching home.

"But you didn't," I reminded him. "So, there's no reason you should have to leave!"

"Alice," Edward growled. He turned into our secluded driveway.

"How long will you be gone?" I asked, giving up.

"You know that I don't know that yet."

Edward parked in the circular drive, intending on packing and visiting Carlisle at the hospital before going to Denali.

"How did you do it, bro?" Emmett asked. He had encountered two singers since he had been turned; neither of them made it out alive.

"I planned it," Edward admitted. "I would have killed every child in that room just to get her alone. I looked to see what she was thinking… what her last thoughts would be… and I couldn't."

"You couldn't?" I asked, surprised.

"I couldn't," he told the group. "I tried at lunch, as well, when Jessica Stanley was telling her our cover story. I couldn't hear her then, either, but I wasn't sure if it was just because of the amount of people in the room; some people have quiet thoughts. Regardless, it snapped me out of my red haze long enough to stop my breathing and come to my senses. I couldn't do that to the family, to Carlisle. I need to go."

My brother snapped around and sped up the stairs to his room. A second later, the sounds of drawers opening and clothes being placed into a suitcase began.

I retired to my room, Jasper following and offering silent comfort. We lay down on our large bed; my mate immediately scooped me into his arms.

"Talk to me, darlin'," he begged.

"I can't see when it comes to this new girl," I said, frustrated. "Everything is fuzzy, like looking through fogged glass."

My empathic mate absorbed my frustration and replaced it with calm. I heard Edward zoom back down the stairs and into his vehicle. The engine revved and he was gone.

A few hours later, I was trying to get a vision of Bella Swan, to no avail. The most I could conjure up were frustratingly blank scenes of a dark, empty stretch of highway. My frustration radiated out in waves, prompting Jasper to send me more calming waves.

"I can't find her, Jazz," I admitted. "She's just as blank to me as before."

My mate walked up to me and gently grasped my hands, which were pulling at my hair.

"Tell me what you've seen," he coaxed.

"Just a stretch of the one-oh-one," I huffed. "But it's empty! I don't know why I'm seeing it!"

"Can you pinpoint where on the one-oh-one it is?" Jasper asked.

"There's a mile marker…" I focused again on the image. "It's about five miles outside of La Push. It's the treaty line!"

I was excited at this revelation, but still confused. The vision changed, then: instead of just seeing a deserted highway, I realized that I was going to be there. Why was I going to be there?

"I'll be there," I updated my love.

As soon as I said that, another change occurred in my vision.

"And you'll be there, too."

"Of course I will," he said. "Where you go, I will go."

We pulled on some shoes and ran out to the treaty line, staying far enough away to not be seen as crossing it. There were werewolves in La Push back when Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Emmett and Rosalie first came to the area in the thirties, and Carlisle and Edward had met with them to explain that their dietary habits would not harm any people that the wolves claimed to protect from us 'Cold Ones.' When we came back to settle in Forks last year, Carlisle insisted we honor the boundary line from the treaty that had been reached so long ago, although it appeared the wolf gene had long since died out.

Jasper and I didn't have long to wait before I realized why my vision led me to this point. From across the boundary line an engine revved, increasing speed as it approached our hiding spot in the woods. Bella Swan approached the bend in the road before passing us. Without conscious thought, I shot off through the woods, keeping pace with her. Jasper was hot on my heels. Every once in a while, her helmet-clad head would tilt in our direction for a second before turning to look ahead of her again. It was almost as if she knew we were there. The thought was absurd.

We split off from the human close to our home. Carlisle had made it back from the hospital and was consoling as distraught Esme. I made a decision to figure out the mystery that was Bella Swan. Maybe if I became more familiar with her, I could see her better. I had the sense that she was important, somehow, and I needed to figure out why.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the delayed update, guys. Working on a horse ranch is crazy and I've been coming home barely able to stay awake before getting some dinner in me!

On a separate note, I CANNOT get enough of the story The Lists by shirleypositive72. Take a look at it if you haven't already.

Drop me a line if you like this little divergence! I like writing Alice, but I'm not sure how much I'll be able to fit her into this story without breaking up continuity.