Two.

Florence.

The hour and a half journey from the airport remained uneventful. The scent of cigarettes and mint was comforting, swaddling a ball of bubble wrap around my growing anxiety as we neared Homer. The wet landscapes across the Sterling Highway was a constant scene of brown and green blurs of pine trees and overgrown grass, a startling contrast to my usual cluster of Manhattan skyscrapers.

The sudden rattling of the dying heater brought me out of my daydreaming a handful of times, reminding me of my due course. Alice should be expecting me by now. Surely. My sight was still foggy, no outcome for the near future apparent. My heart thudded. I had never struggled using my clairvoyance. I'd never wanted visions as much as I did now. Although, I had never been in such a situation to need it- until now.

Grandma would call it an 'extra perk'. A trait any witch would be thrilled to possess.

I disagreed.

The visions of Alice and her family had been a frequent occurrence for the majority of my adolescence. I was never suspicious, only curious about what position this strange, pixie like creature held in my life. The visions were small and insignificant to begin with, clips of Alice in her home, Alice having her own visions, but never confirming if she could see me too, Alice in the embrace of a golden-haired man, Alice watching a small child in a wood, Alice, with several other beautiful aliens like herself- laughing, Alice running, fast, Alice sifting through a well stocked closet.

Alice, Alice, Alice.

It wasn't too long until I pieced together the Cullens lifestyle.

Of course, in a world of witches, why wouldn't beings such as vampires roam the streets of Earth?

I was thirteen when I made the discovery.

I was shocked, however, not afraid. I trusted Alice. I knew I could trust her family too.

As the years passed the visions were frequent but were nothing other than insignificant, 'mundane' snippets. With every vision I gained another piece of information, something new about Alice and her family which helped me understand them more; they resided in the small town of Forks, Washington, nestled in the Olympic Peninsula but eventually moved to Homer, Alaska three years prior.

Despite the relationship I was forming with Alice in my head, I never comprehended that I would ever see her- never in person. The connection I felt for Alice was platonic but strong, like steel bars wrapped in iron that linked my mortal life to her's, which pulled and tweaked each time a vision formed.

The new visions that started only a month before were painful, and almost tangible, the fear that consumed each time they would perform, choked me of breath. I didn't know what part I played against this threat, only that it was targeting me, and the Cullens. That was enough reason to flee New York and collect answers, if Alice even had them at all.


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