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Alice POV

Here we were.

I was so nervous.

Here was the place of meeting.

An abandoned park at dusk.

Perfect.

I was freaking out already.

What if she didn't like me?

What if we had nothing in common?

WHAT IF SHE DIDN'T KNOW A SINGLE DARN THING ABOUT ALEXANDER MCQUEEN?

Oh God!

GOD!

God!

'Ali- the waves of pressure that are hitting me are almost enough to knock me out. Please calm down, Love.' Jazz's frustration was evident but a small squeeze on my hand assured me that he wasn't angry.

'What if we don't get on?' I groaned just thinking about it.

'She'll see that you're helping her. Effectively - you're saving her life, Darlin. She'll be grateful- you wait and see.' Jazz insisted, his smile making me glow...for a moment at least.

I sighed.

I had tried for the past few weeks to foresee our meeting.

Fate seemed to work against me though as everytime I focused on Faye Brandon- Nil. Zip. Nada.

I scanned the bare plains of the open park.

It was quiet, the sounds and cries of children strangely absent.

The rides folorn and empy: desolate.

There was a fat man, scoffing three-ringed donuts in haste, next to him was a stern looking woman, with a tight b un and an unfortunate moustache.

I averted my gaze.

I continued.

Wait!

I swivelled my gaze two yards to the left.

Ah! There she was.

'Hi.' She said quietly.

She looked nervous, she was scanning me as much as I was her.

I couldn't stop looking at her.

She had long, blonde, slightly-wilder than Rosalie's hair.

She had mist blue-gray eyes.

She was the exact double of Cynthia.

I felt a stab of pain in my unbeating heart.

I missed my sister.

She had always loved me, she had never abandoned me.

'Hey.' Jazz and I answered in unison.

'You must be Alice. You look exactly as you did in my vision.' She commented shyly.

I grinned to relax her.

'Yeah. You look exactly like Cynthia.'

She blushed and returned my smile.

'Do any others in your family have the condition?' Jazz asked, stealing it right from the pocket of my mind.

I swear sometimes, he could read my mind as clearly as Edward.

Faye shook her head. 'No, just me.' She said shamefully.

'Hey, don't think of it as a burden. It's a gift. I used to despise it, loathe it, hate it. But a few weeks ago- when I realized it was hereditary- Jazz told me something very important.' I smiled at my husband.

'It's part of who I am. I don't know yet, if we can take it away from you- but I think you'd feel empty. Like a part of you is missing. At least that's how I'd feel.' I continued.

Faye shook her head.

'No, I'm not ashamed about that. I'm ashamed because Grandma Cynthia always insisted that you were alive. That you somehow endured the horrors of the assylum and that you battled it out. Even when people called her crazy, she was always adamant that you survived. She said that you were her big sister Alice and that you never gave up. You were always brave and strong for her- so maybe when you were in the assylum- you were strong for yourself. No one believed her- including me.'

She hung her head in shame.

Was that it?

Oh.

'Oh, don't worry, honey. I would probably not have believed it either- had the situations been reversed. It is kinda impossible.' I reassured her.

Cynthia said that about me?

She had always believed in me.

It was comforting to know.

God, I missed her.

'It sounds like Cynthia had a good life, with you as her granddaughter?' I smiled at her.

She shrugged, 'She always missed her sister though.'

Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, they would never fall but it didn't matter.

I was feeling.

Back to the plan.

Now that we had got the introductions out of the way- how on Earth was I going to explain that the Volturi were after her?

'I don't think you'll have to, love.' Jazz's voice was steely and cold.

I glanced in the direction his nod indicated.

Three people were striding towards us.

With cloaks.

I recognised the blonde, child leader in an instant.

Those flaming eyes are hard to miss.

Jane.

With a feral snarl, I quickly thrust Faye behind me, Jazz by my side.

If they wanted her- they'd have to get through us.

It wasn't going to end well.

Jane POV

One week since my pathetic, low-life, moronic scumbag of a brother traitorously backstabbed us and threw me into the highest fall of grace in the Volturi Couurt since the very beginning.

Damn Alec to Hell!

I tried to be kind. I tried to give him a quick death. The bastard just had to survive.

I was so unbelievably furious about this.

I would cause pain for this.

I would cause innocents to shriek and mothers to weep.

I would cause babes to sob and hearts to throb.

I would rip the snooty little head off of Alice Cullen's puny little body.

She is the reason.

If she hadn't been so desirable, Alec would never have betrayed us.

If he had been sensible and kept his supposed-to-be-black heart out of this- I would never have had to punish him.

Now, it was too late.

I had no choice.

My sibling had to pay- and I would be the one to deliever it.

I would give him a swift end.

Not like Alice Cullen's, I would not torture him mentally and physically- as I would her.

The main goal of this is to abduct her Great-niece.

Frankly, screw her!

Alice is mine!

Aro can have the other girl- I would make Alice's death drag for days.

We would stride into the park and kill the Blonde male Cullen- then Alice and the girl would be in our hands.

Ready for my revenge.

Felix and Demetri by my sides, I strode into the park.

They were there, waiting rabbits for a hungry fox.

Or more precisely three hungry foxes.

I smiled, my eyes burned with hate at the pixie like girl who had failed to notice me.

She would scream for me.

She would writhe beneath my feet- and I would relish in it.

Demetri's amazing tracking ability had stalked the Cullens scent to this specific place in Vancouver.

A rare quiet zone.

A perfect place for a trap.