Right so there might be a little confusion about the order of the story. After I originally posted the first 8 chapters I got a bit stuck about how to continue. I started to write again in Edward's perspective but I thought that it took away from the jeopardy of the last chapter, so I moved the new Edward POV to the tale end of chapter 8 right after Bella enters the wood, and reposted Jasper's POV as chapter 9 because I think it reads better in that order.

So this is chapter 10. (hope you're still with me!) Sorry it's a bit short but I wanted to post this on it's own before I finish writing the 11th chapter, that will definitely be longer!! I hope you like the direction the story is taking, please leave me your thoughts and possible ideas you may have they will be greatly received! I hope you like it!!

Alice POV.

He is standing in darkness; always in constant darkness, a forest; an Alley; a street.

The first few visions are quick flashes; one after the other. There is no sense to them; no context. I can tell they are out of sequence. Some are far in the future, others will shortly come to pass. He cuts a solitary figure, always running; never pausing never stopping; leaving death in his wake.

My brother stands before me, yet it is like staring into the eyes of a stranger for they are blood red. He is not Edward anymore he is primal, he is other.

It is twilight and I believe that she will be the first. He has met her before; briefly. But there is no malice behind her death. She is just unlucky; callousness and acquaintances are lost on Edward now; he is nothing but an animal; a predator stalking his prey.

A woman with short auburn hair is leaving the Odessa House building. She is still but a child to this world probably only a few years older than Bella. A phone is in constant contact with her ear.

"I've just finished up. Don't worry I'll pick it up on my way. I'll be over in ten. Love you" Yet she will never make it. She is pulling a University of Alaska hoodie over her head to defy the evening chill. It will not be necessary; the cold will not bother her soon. To her human eyes he comes out of nowhere. She recognises him instantly. The inhuman beauty of his face has remained with her all day. It is the last thing that she will see. Yet even in this darkening light her eyes notice the slight difference in his features. The monster that has overcome him has made him even more breathtaking. His name is but a dying exclamation on her lips. If anyone happens upon them they will only see embracing lovers. The pain is not even full acknowledged as she crumples onto the concrete floor. It is quick; even now Edward is not a malevolent creature. He leaves her there on the street; she is no use to him anymore.

As soon as her heart stops, he changes. The burnt amber of his eyes is now being infected; the red of his victim now bleeding into the irises.

Edward is Gone.

"No. Edward please don't!"

I can feel my arms ache to grab onto him; my heart-filled screams falling upon death ears. But it is all for nothing. He will not hear me; he cannot even see me; for the thing I am witnessing has yet to happen.

But it is so real.

What has happened to turn you into this?

Two arms grab my shoulders; the weight in itself enough to drag me back from the horror that is playing out across my eyes. For one blissful second it is Jasper that is grabbing onto me.

Yet even as vision begins dissipate, Edward remains. Two blood red eyes burning through.

"Alice?" I open my eyes to feel a concerned Carlisle burning his amber eyes into my own.

"What did you see?"

I take a slow steadying breath, even if the oxygen would be lost on me.

"It's Edward. . . He's, he is going to. Carlisle he's going to kill someone." Carlisle's hands dig into my stone shoulders, but I barely feel it.

When he speaks his voice is low and I can tell that it is with great effort that he keeps his voice calm.

"Is it Bella?"

I shake my head slowly, and I feel his fingers leave my shoulder. When I dare to look back into his eyes; I can pick out the tiny creases that knit in his forehead.

"But I don't understand Carlisle. It has no meaning or reason. . . All I can see is him, and I can feel it. I can feel agony and torment and. . . . What is happening to him?"

I am waiting for an answer; an explanation for Edwards's action but it doesn't come, Carlisle is silent.

He doesn't speak for a full minute; his body as still as stone.

"How long do we have?"

I let out a breath and close my eyes, willing the visions to be more specific; to give me a time Frame.

"We've got till Twilight; Tonight in Alaska."