Disclaimer: K, I don't own Twilight, but the plot splinter is mine. And, since no one is auditioning to be the disclaimer, I'm stuck having to write my own, not that that's a bad-
The Voice: Hey, Christine, what happened? I was waiting for you at Tim's forever and- OME, YOU'RE WRITING CHAPTERS AND DIDN'T TELL ME!? Sob
Me: Er. Right. Ok, moving on. The new chapter!
"Um, Carlisle, I don't know if...I mean, people!" she stuttered. It was Esme who explained. "Oh no, dear, no, no, only animals. No, of course not," she said. Rosalie sighed in relief. "Right, ok, I will take Rosalie, Edward, go with Esme. If there's any trouble, you will know," Carlisle quickly divided us. I nodded quickly, eager to get out. Alright everyone, let's go," he said. We all went up the stairs, Rosalie between Carlisle and I, and went out into the forest in the back yard for Rosalie's first hunt.
Alice POV
A girl with long blonde hair. She was walking home. She got home and went to bed and dreamed about her love. I sighed. A feeling of longing pulled inside me. Suddenly, the picture changed. She had met some men on the way home. She walked over to them, and they attacked her. I saw them leave her to die, and saw her die slowly. The feeling of longing inside me twisted into pain. My vision slowly re-focused on the forest in front of me. Why would those men do that to her? Who would kill such a beautiful girl? I sat in a small clearing as I pondered the recent vision I'd had. Why had I seen her? Where was she? Why did I care what happened to her? I didn't even know her. My vision clouded in front of me again and the forest disappeared. I saw a boy running. He had blonde hair and black eyes. He was searching for something. For people. I saw him find them. And when he attacked them, my own thirst exploded within me. I wanted… I wanted to drink them, too. He looked up, almost as if straight at me, his now ruby eyes shining. I gasped at the emotion that raged in those eyes. I'd never known one look could hold so much feeling. Longing, sadness, frustration, hunger, desperation, hopelessness, and, burning more intensely than the rest, raging hatred. Suddenly, the vision changes, and I was no longer watching the blonde boy feed. Instead I was back on the cobbled street with the girl with the blonde hair. A man was running extremely fast to her side. He looked her over, then picked her up and ran. I followed them. The man took her into a room and bit her just as she began to die. She screamed, and the man apologized.
'I'm sorry, Rosalie' he said. 'I'm so sorry.' My eyes refocused on the forest again. Who were these people? Why did I keep seeing them? Especially the mysterious boy with the blonde hair. Who was he? Why did I keep seeing him? Where was he? What could cause him to feel all those things? I was overwhelmed by a feeling of longing, of needing to help him. But how? How
could I help someone else when I couldn't even help myself? I'd woken up here yesterday, alone and confused. But I knew now. What I was. I didn't know all the reifications of it, but I knew enough. And right now I had to feed. I'd seen the blonde man who had saved Rosalie feed on animals. So I began to hunt before another vision made me stop cold. Rosalie had stopped screaming and now there were three vampires in the room, the blonde male, and now a bronze haired male who appeared my age and a woman with caramel coloured locks who seemed to be the man's age. They were talking about her. The bronze haired one called the man Carlisle and the woman Esme. They in turn called him Edward. My vision started to return to the forest, but just as they were about to fade completely, a tidal wave of belonging crashed into me, leaving my breathless. I collapsed on the forest floor, longing to be with the people I'd seen. I needed to be with them. I needed a family. More than anything, I needed a family. And who I had seen were my family. Or they would be. And I would find them. But one thing had to be done first, before I could find them. I knew it had to be done first, before all else. I had to find the boy with the blonde hair I kept seeing. A feeling or rightness washed through me. So I would find him. Then I would find my family. And then I would find happiness.
A/N: Ok, I wasn't sure when Alice got changed, but I know she comes in soon, so here's a chapter, albeit a short one, sorry, in her point of view. Next, I'm switching back to Edward's POV, which most of the story will be in. No one got the dedication question right, although one of you did take a good guess. The answer was A Red M3 BMW Convertible. It's on Stephanie Meyer's website. K, the dedication question for the next chapter is what is the first quote of the day that Rosalie said? And, I'm doing something I said I'd never do. Chapter ransom. I want ten reviews (It's really not that much, guys) before I update again. Don't think I will. I'm sorry, but reviews are my brand of heroin. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter, and let me know if you want other POV's for this story. Anyone but Rosalie and Bella. I'm already doing Rosalie in the exact same story, and Bella isn't born yet, so…. Let me know! Ciao.