Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. It also has a bloody scene... but its not too bad.

Summary: Becky has a deadly encounter. Will Tristan be able to save her read on to find out

A.N. This is my longest chapter yet! It took up 10 pages on word! Sorry for the delay in writing back... It took a long time to write, but I hope it meets your expectations. This has short POV's, except for Becky's.

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Alice POV

Ughh… migrane.

I keep on getting these visions. It's the same one over and over again.

It's killing me.

They say that vampires can't get migranes… I beg to differ. Well maybe normal ones can't, but considering that I have a power than I guess I can.

Even though the visions are each a little different they all end up the same.

I keep on seeing Becky dead in each one, Whether she was attacked and raped, hit by a car, or got hit by a stray bullet.

I went to my love, Jasper, and told him "Jasper, I have a headache."

He looked at me with those magnificent eyes and said "OH, honey… I'm so sorry. What are you seeing?"

"The same thing over and over again. Jasper, I keep on seeing Becky, dead."

"Becky, you mean Tristan's girlfriend."

"Ya… and it's different a bunch of times. The only one I see more than once is her being hit by a car."

"Oh… Alice I'm so sorry. You know you gotta tell Tristan."

"Ya, but not yet."

"I wanna be 100% sure. I don't wanna send Tristan into a full blown panic."

"Ya… but you should atleast warn him."

"Okay honey I will."

Then I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Then all of a sudden my vision blurred and I fell onto my bed.

Crap! I was having another vision. I saw Tristan yelling at me. He said it was my fault that Becky had died. He was angry and sad. Was it really my fault? Did I cause all this? It can't be! It's impossible! I woke up with a pencil in my hand. I had drawn what had happened.

"Honey? Why is Tristan yelling at you?"

"Because I killed her."

Jasper POV

When Alice said because I killed her, I got scared. But then I realized that that could have meant two things. It could have meant that she was ultimately responsible for her death, or that she murderered her. Alice was not a murderer, and she could never be one, so I realized that she was responsible for her death.

"Alice, does Becky die… or will she become, you know one of us, a vampire."

"She dies, because Tristan blames me for her death."

"Oh… you should tell Tristan."

She thought a little bit before responding "Okay, but I will not tell him about the vision I just had."

"Okay… honey love you." I gave her a kiss.

When our kiss ended she said "Love you too."

I almost wanted to signal for us to go to the bed… but the last time I did that, I just ended up getting slapped in the face.

Tristan POV

Alice came up to me, she said "Tris, there's something very important I have to tell you."

"what?"

"It's about Becky."

"Oh no… shit! Please don't say what I think your going to say."

"I'm not Edward… so I don't know what you think I'm going to say. But don't worry Becky's still alive, I hope. But I keep on getting visions of her death."

"How?"

"It's different each time. The only one I get more than once is a car hitting her."

"Alice, you have to keep me updated on these things."

"Okay I will."

Becky POV

I looked at the clock. It was 5 o' clock.

I was bored. Maybe I should have token Tris's request to go out tonight. No, I need tonight to clear my head. I need to relax.

I began thinking about what had happened.

I realized that I had loved Tristan.

The truth was that I was absolutely infaturated with him, and I wanted so badly to be with him. But there was some part of me that stopped me, it was like a warning. But I mean what danger could Tristan possibly provide. Okay, I was lying to myself there. He told me that he had gotten in trouble, like big law trouble back home. But that wasn't it, because quite frankly I didn't care about that.

There was something different with Tristan, it was like he was too perfect to be human. His beauty shone out in every way. He could withstand killer impacts. In PE he never broke a sweat. He was way too smart, and doesn't even study. He was just perfect in every way.

I decided to go and check on my plants.

I loved nature.

I stepped outside and ran. It was cold and raining, ughh… I hated November.

Okay, they were good. I ran back inside.

It was 6:05. I decided to make a salad for dinner.

After dinner I went up to my room and decided to change. I finally decided on wearing a white v-neck sweater with a black Cami, and black slacks.

I walked to my car and decided that I would drive down to my favorite place in the world, Bordeaux Book Palace.

I parked in the back, and then decided to walk to the front.

I opened the door and heard the bell ring.

Mr. Bordeaux came up to me and said "Hi, Rebecca. How are you doing?"

He was one of the only ones that I was okay with calling me Rebecca.

"Good, and you."

"Good, it's been weeks since I last saw you."

"Ya, I have to study a lot. But I had free time today, so I decided to come."

"Good. Umm, do you mind if I talk to you about something in my office about something?"

"Ya… Jill's okay, right?"

"Oh ya she's fine."

"Okay."

I stepped into his office.

"Rebecca as you know I am no longer as young as I used to be. I am way too old for this job, and my family is wanting me to retire."

"Retire, whose going to take care of the shop?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. My family does not live close to here, and none of them want to inherit the shop, so I was thinking of splitting the shop ownership 50/50 between you and my assistant manager."

"You want me to own the shop."

"Yes… well not now. Go get your schooling, I know the stores financial state will stay fine in my assistants manager's hands, but I want you to keep the spirit of the store alive."

"Mr. Bordeaux, I am honered, but why would you choose me out of all your loyal customers."

"Because I have a feeling about you, I know you will grow up to do great things."

I nodded. Then he spoke "Becky, I have something to tell you. I can't take care of the shop like I used to. The shop may close. We have completion, they promise the future, we can only provide the past. That's why I am switching ownership. If anyone can save the shop it will be you and my assistant, Elaina."

"Don't worry. You can count on me."

I stepped out of the office, and into the center where there were a bunch of chairs and a fire place on the wall.

I grabbed a cup of hot cocoa and sat down.

Mrs. Bordeaux came soon and said "Hello."

"Hi."

"Do you want me to find a book for you?"

"Yeah, know any good romances?"

"Whose the guy?"

"Why does there automatically have to be a guy?"

"Because I know you, Rebecca."

She was right. She knew me, even before I was born.

"Tristan"

"Tristan, who?"

"Cullen."

"You mean one of the doctor's children?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, this might not exactly fit the bill, but how about a Midsummer night's dream?"

"No."

"Romeo and Juliet?"

"that sounds okay."

She gave me and old book. And I opened it up carefully and took a seat on the couch.

The book was fascinating and at around page 56, I stopped reading when I heard an anouncment "Please make your final purchases now. The store will be closing in 10 minutes.

At that time the few remaining families left. I was the only one left inside the store besides the employees.

I told Mr. Bordeaux that I would water his indoor plants.

I quickly got the water, and poured water in the plants.

"Okay, Mr. B. I'm done. Anything else you want me to do?"

He stepped out from behind a column of books and said "No."

"Okay, then I'll be off then. Here's your book."

"Keep it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

As I was leaving, I said "Thanks Mr. B. Thanks for everything."

"No problem. Take care. Would you like me to walk you to your car."

"thanks for the offer. But I think I got it."

I walked outside, and began walking down the allyway. As I was walking down, I saw a car begin to turn. I moved to the side of the road to give it room to pass. Little did I know was that it was a drunk driver.

Then I saw two lights. I turned my head and realized that they were headlights.

My realization occurred a second too late.

The car swerved.

Soon I was pinned against the wall of an abandoned jewelry store and against the front of the car.

My body fell limp to the floor, broken beyond recovery.

The pain was immense. It was like all the pain in my life added up and then multiplied.

I knew I had broken a rib or two, my stomach had been gashed open from the impact, and I knew that I had to have suffered some sort of internal bleeding.

The blood rushed up my throat.

In a matter of minutes I would be dead.

Nothing could save me now.

Lying there helpless on the floor was a guilt trip in and of itself.

I realized that there were so many things left unsaid. I haven't told my friends some of my secrets. I didn't even tell my parents good bye or that I loved them when I drove off today. I didn't tell my mom that the shirt she bought last week when we went shopping made her look fat. And worst of all, I never told Tristan how I truly felt about him. I never told him how much I loved him.

I didn't exactly see my life flash before my life. I saw the mistakes I had made, the things left unsaid. And then when I realized that I couldn't fight much longer, I saw Tristan. I saw his smile. Well I guess, when you're about to die, you should die with a pleasant imagine in your head.

But I couldn't die yet, I had to keep fighting. It was all a matter of will now.

I took in my surroundings. I smelt a fire. Crap, if I didn't die from the injuries then the fire would get me. I tried to move myself, but I couldn't, I was paralyzed. When I was giving up hope, I saw a car. The car drove right up to me. If I got hit again, I would be seriously pissed off, not like I wasn't already pissed, because a drunk driver not only took his own life today, but for some random reason he decided to take me with him too.

The car stopped feet away from me.

Then someone got out, it was Tristan. When he realized that it was me, a look of horror shot across his face.

Alice POV

My eyes began blanking out. Jasper had the paper and pencil ready. I was going to have a vision.

Then it came. It was night time. A car was on fire illuminating the night. Next to it, laid Becky, dead.

I looked around, finally I saw a street sign. It was the allyway by the street Chestnut. There was a jewelry store next to it and a book store on the side. On the ground lay Becky's phone. The time was 9:36.

I awoke, and looked at the clock. Crap it was 9:32. The accident might have just happened.

I called for Tristan. He wasn't home again. Crap. Today of all nights he's not home.

I called his cell.

Come on, pick up, pick up. After 4 torturous rings I heard "Hello? I am not here right now…"

CRAP!!!!!

I was screaming at the phone "Pick up you stupid son of a bitch! Pick up already!"

"geese, Alice… I was just joking, what's up?"

"Nothing except for the fact that becky is dying right now."

"What?!!!!"

"She's in an allyway on the corner of Chestnut by the abandoned jewelry store."

"Hurry up!"

I hung up.

Tristan POV

Crap! Crap! Crap!

"Carlsisle, Edward, get in the car now. We ran down stairs at vampire speed."

I hopped in the driver's seat.

'Where are we going?"

"Chestnut Street, Becky's hurt, bad."

Carlsisle turned to me and said "Don't."

I was about to say "don't what." But we all knew what he meant. He meant don't change her.

Carlsisle continued "she's not cut out for this lifestyle."

"I have to."

"Will you love her forever? Does she love you?"

"Yes and I think so."

"Fine, do what you think is right."

I smelt the smoke and blood. We all made a face. Crap this is going to be harder than I thought.

I stepped out of the car, and I saw her.

Temptation swept through my whole body. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to suck her dry right there. My throught burned. I had to keep composure. I had to help.

I ran over to her.

Becky POV

Tristan came to save me! But, the truth was I didn't want him here. I didn't want him to have the pain of seeing me die.

He grabbed my hand and said "Becky?"

"Tris?"

"don't worry, Becca, everything is going to be alright. Carlsisle's here to fix you."

"No one can save me now." And now I fully realized it. I was dying in a matter of moments. I was going to be dead. Not even doctor Carlsisle could save me. I remember the day Tristan told me about how Edward saved Bella from this van.

Tristan couldn't save me.

The truck already hit me.

I was dead the moment I walked out the store.

"Let me try."

Carlsisle was out of the car, and was dressing the wound on my belly. He put pressure on it. Owww!

I looked down.

Crap was that my stomach.

Don't look, Becky! Don't look.

The one thing I did not want to do right now was puke from the sigfht of my organs.

Don't look, Becky, its better that way!

Ughh all this blood and gore was making me really groosed out.

I coughed. Crap. Instead of saliva coming out blood came out. Tristan kissed my cheek and whispered.

"What I am about to do will hurt like hell and back, but you will feel better later."

I tried to make a joke. My lips trembled into a smile "aren't I alreaddddyyyy in helllll noooow."

He kissed my lips and cleared my breathing passages by sucking some of the blood out.

My breathing became slightly easier, but soon the blood rushed right up.

Then Tristan brought his lips down to my neck and bit me?

Why was he biting me?

Then I got dizzier.

He was sucking my blood.

Why was he doing that?

Was it some weird transfusion thingy? I mean I heard that sometimes in hospitals they would put leeches on their patients to suck the bad blood away. was my blood bad? Was it somehow contaminated?

What was he?

Was he like a leech boy? Did he have like super leech powers?

Didn't I need my blood, why would he be sucking it?

Then he forced himself off of me.

I used all my energy to open my mouth and whisper "Whaaattt arrrre yooouuu?"

Before he spoke again I realized that I didn't have minutes left, I had mere seconds left.

Crap! No, I need more time!

I had so much more that I had time to say.

I wanted to tell him everything, but I realized that I may not even have the time to say good bye.

I mumbled out "Trrisstan….. no."

Crap!

I couldn't take it any longer.

It was so hard to keep my eyes open.

"Trissstan, I loveee yoooouuu."

Then my eyelashes began fluttering and I realized that I could no longer control my consciences.

My eyes closed and I drifted out of consciousness.

Carlsisle POV

When she closed her eyes I went over to her neck.

No pulse.

I went to her wrists, no pulse.

"Tristan she's dead. The venom was too late to save her."

A.N.

- becky thought "I love nature." Keep that in your mind. It might be important later.

Thanks for reading and this is not the end, far from it my friend. This is only the begining!

Next chapters will be shorter. But they won't have as many POV's.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to two very special people.

I am dedicating this chapter to my first reviewer: pats00!

I am also dedicating this chapter to my second reviewer who inspired to get working and write this chapter: So thanks MissShortySprout!

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