This is the chapter that explains a lot about the Cullen's and Bella's relationship in this story, and also the longest one so far! Read!

Alice'sPOV-Three days previous

I had just gotten home from a shopping trip, and Rosalie and I were walking through the door with some of our bags, laughing that the boys would have to collect the fruits of our efforts from the car, when I suddenly had a vision.

There was a girl, about my human age, that was huddled in the corner of a room. She was almost as pale as one of us, and skinny enough that I could see her ribs through her shirt. I heard a door open and shut somewhere nearby, and the girl flinched. There was some stomping around in the other room, and I heard footsteps coming closer. "Sunday," the girl whispered.

The door to the room opened and slammed into the wall, and a burly man stormed in. He stood back for a moment, looking at her with his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I had a bad day today. Wanna hear about it?" he growled, stepping forward.

The girl sat against the wall, unmoving.

"Isabella, I asked you a question."

"Damien, I don't give a rat's ass." she replied, still huddled in the corner, her eyes tight.

He took another step forward and punched her in the face. Her head snapped to the side, and a small trickle of blood began to flow from her forehead. She didn't make a sound, but sat there with her eyes closed as if waiting for it to end. He kicked her in the stomach, and she winced and put her arm over the area where she was hit.

Damien turned around for a moment to face the wall, and I saw his face. He had a malicious grin displayed upon it, and his eyes were crazy. He was slouching, though, and I couldn't see a reason why. He turned back to Isabella, and said, "I'll be back."

He walked haggardly out of the room, and the girl doubled over, clutching her sides. Most of the blood on her face had congealed. When she heard him coming, she quickly sat back up against the wall. Damien came back into the room with a beer bottle that was almost empty. He took a swig from the bottle, finishing it off, and I realized he was drunk.

Isabella looked as if she wanted to crawl though the wall, and I soon found out why. Damien threw the bottle against the wall, where it shattered, and pieces of glass littered the floor. He chose a particularly large piece, and held it up menacingly, looking at it. It must have been up to par, because he took a step towards the frail girl. "Isabella Swan, you need to learn a lesson."

I came back to the present, and Jasper was holding me at arms' length, searching my eyes. He seemed to know I was back, because he relaxed visibly.

Edward, though, looked upset. It was probably because he had seen my vision. His parents had raised him to treat ladies with respect and courtesy, and that man was the exact opposite of what his moral code said a man should be.

"I'm fine, Jasper, nothing's wrong. Just a random vision." But I knew it wasn't random. I didn't have random visions. Somehow, this event or this girl would effect our futures. I put it in the back of my mind, and left Jasper and Edward downstairs so I could put my clothes in my closet, and think in peace. Rosalie followed me.

"Something I need to know about?" Rosalie asked, eyebrow raised.

"No. Not yet, at least." we separated to our own rooms.

I was putting a shirt on a hanger when I had another vision.

Edward was sitting on the living room couch, with a girl on his lap. It was the same girl as in my other vision, Isabella, though slightly older. She was no longer skinny enough to look unhealthy, and still pale, but not quite as pale as before. She had her arms around his neck, and they were both smiling as Emmett stood next to them with Rosalie, and I was sitting on Jasper's lap on their other side, with Esme and Carlisle sitting next to us.

"Bella, this is why we all love you!" Emmett said.

Isabella, now Bella, grinned, "That's the only reason?"

Edward kissed her, and I gasped, bringing me back to the present once again. Edward finally had a mate! Even if he hadn't met her yet, he would soon. We needed to find information on this girl, get her out of the hands of that monster, and keep her close. Whether that meant finding her a home somewhere in town, or finding her a home here, it didn't matter. We could report Damien to the police, if we could find more on him, like his last name or address.

"Carlisle," I called out, knowing he would hear me, "We need to have a family meeting!"

I heard multiple footsteps in the dining room, so I ran downstairs and joined them. Esme and Carlisle were there, and Emmett was walking in, presumably in between trips for bags. Rosalie walked in right behind him, and a few seconds later Edward and Jasper came in and sat down, Jasper next to me and Edward across from me and one seat down.

Everyone looked confused. Carlisle asked, "Alice?"

I explained the first vision, receiving many grimaces, and Rosalie looked like she could kill. She had once been abused by her husband-to-be, and almost died because of it, so she knew how it felt.

I ended my explanation with, "And I had another vision of Bella living with us, a part of the family."

Rosalie's eyes widened in horror, and she asked, "Does that mean he almost killed her?"

"No, she was human. And it looked like she was a sister or daughter to most of us."

Luckily, no one caught the 'most of us'. I didn't think Edward needed to know she would be his mate until he found out for himself.

I turned to Carlisle."So I think we need to find out who she is, and find a way to get her away from that man, or keep her from ever meeting him. I don't know what we'll do after that, but we'll figure it out."

Carlisle looked like he knew exactly what he would do afterwards, and I had no doubt that he did. I got up, and moved to one of the computers, while I saw Edward, Jasper, and Emmett go out the door to get the rest of the bags from my shopping trip with Rosalie.

I typed in Bella's full name, and I saw a newspaper article from four years ago that looked promising. I clicked on the link, and the headline said that some people had died in a freak accident. I didn't want the details, so I skimmed the article until I found the name I was looking for.

It said that Isabella Marie Swan, daughter of Charlie and Renee swan, had been orphaned in the accident and had no known live relatives. She was going to be put into foster care in Washington.

So Bella probably wasn't that far away from us. We just had to find her. I returned to the search engine and searched for foster homes in Washington. Not specific enough. I tried Seattle, and clicked on the only link that came up. I took my cell phone out and dialed the number on the website in front of me.

Someone picked up on the other end, "Hello?"

"Hi. I have a few questions, if I can ask them." I said, wanting to know who I was dealing with before jumping in feet first.

"Go ahead. I'll be happy to answer them!" the woman on the other end replied.

"Do you keep records of children in the home?"

"Yes, why?

"Is Isabella Swan there at the moment?"