"When you expect things to happen -strangely enough- they do happen."
-J.B. Morgan and Ewing Webb-

Preface

Nightmares have more meaning when you can predict the future…

Weaving moments, from past and hereafter, in ways no one could imagine. They terrify, astound, surprise and confuse.

One girl has been lead by them as long as far back as she can remember. Guiding, warning, and counseling. At time's they were small reminders, and other times, major events. But, tonight was different, she saw the beginning of her end.

This nightmare would lead her down a path that would ultimately lead to her final breath.

Their eyes connected from across the room. His gaze had never been warm towards her, but she'd never seen them so cold. He wasn't afraid to draw blood, and Alice knew she was next. Her cell-phone laid on the kitchen counter and without giving it a second thought, she made a desperate dash to it.

She shouldn't have gone home.

Chapter One: Phantasm

It'd been a long four days, driving from Biloxi, Mississippi to Forks, Washington. a grueling twelve-hour drive each day, though Alice and her mother, Lillian occasionally stopped at gas stations to switch drivers, much to her father, Edgar's dismay. He was following in the car behind them and was irritated at how often the girls were stopping for snacks, bathroom breaks, or whatever it was they were doing.

Currently, he was waiting in the parking lot outside, glaring at the girls as they waited in line, joking and giggling, Cynthia, Alice's younger sister, was the one who started the joke. Edgar noticed his phone light up, a message preview visible on the lock screen, that managed to bring a slight smile to his lips.

The Brandon family was moving. This happened far too often for Alice's tastes, yet, she managed to hide her distaste for abruptly moving with a grin or two.

Three weeks ago Edgar came home with 'good' news: Pulse Jewelers had shown interest in his reputation and prowess. They offered him employment at their Seattle location and while it was risky to leave his loyal, local buyers, Edgar immediately took the offer, not even bothering to discuss things with his wife. But, that's how things were for them, Edgar made the decisions and Lillian went along with whatever he decided, not even batting an eye, though she was forced to quit her nannying job.

Neither Lillian or Cynthia seemed to mind as much as Alice had. She'd miss the warm weather, having felt the temperature drop from a warm sixty-seven in Biloxi to a chilled forty-four in Washington. She'd miss the friends she'd made and the familiarity. Her family moved often, however, they always moved somewhere around close to home. Now, she'd be in an unfamiliar area she'd never seen or even heard of.

Nevertheless, Alice was excited about the increase in rain, finding solace in the pitter-patter left across rooftops and tapped against windows. She also didn't mind splashing around in the puddles with her younger sister. Forks was also a smaller town, meaning she wouldn't have to deal with traffic from the casino's or beaches.

The girls stepped out, vitamin water's in hand, still smiling and happy.

"Lillian," Edgar called, raising his voice. Alice glowered at him, taking her little sister's hand and walking her to the car, while their parents quietly conversed. Within a few seconds, Lillian was making her way towards the girl's, a slight sheen of discontent across her face, as their father pulled out of the parking lot, not bothering to wait for them.

"Where's papa goin'?" Cynthia inquired, squeezing Alice's hand. Their mother donned a gentle smile. "Well, sweetie, it seems Mr. Heartley wants to meet with your father sooner than expected, he's going to head straight to Seattle."

"Really? So we're going to be doing all of the unpacking by ourselves?" Alice snapped, rolling her eyes. It was just like her father to skip out on helping with anything around the house. "Mary Alice your father work's very hard for us. We can handle the household chores." She replied; a parent's typical response.

The trio got back into the car and completed the remaining three-hour drive. Their new home was fairly close to both Cynthia's elementary, and the highschool Alice would be attending, just a few minutes away from each. The house had the bonus of being tucked away in the woods, away from city traffic, for that, Alice was thankful. She hated trying to study with the noise of the city.

As they pulled up, Cynthia shrieked in excitement, seeing the beautiful wooden and stone house. It was everyone's first time seeing it and Alice could see how impressed her mother and sister were, so she decided to play the part.

"Oh, isn't it wonderful girls?" Lillian exclaimed, turning off the engine, getting out of the car. Alice and Cynthia followed in tow, as their mother walked to the front door.

Before bringing anything inside, they took a quick tour of the house: To the right of the front door was a small room set up like a study, fancy bookcases lining the back wall. This room also had a half-bathroom in the upper right corner. To the left, was the living room, and the stairs leading to the second story. The living room opened up to the dining room and to the left of the dining room, was a recent bedroom the previous owners added on to the house. Across from the dining room, was, of course, the kitchen and pantry. At the back of the house was a gorgeous Solarium. On the second floor were two more bedrooms and a bathroom.

It was decided that Alice would take the downstairs bedroom so Cynthia -being the younger child- could sleep closer to their parents. Alice would also have a bit of solitude, her mother joked that she'd have the opportunity to sneak boys in. Alice quickly dismissed that thought, wanting to focus on her studies.

Before heading back out to the car, Lillian went out to fetch her daughter's coats, as they let their hair down, to protect from the chilled wind. They weren't exactly dressed for the cold weather, Cynthia wearing a long, red dress, with leggings underneath. Her hair was originally twisted into pigtails, but now flowed down to the middle of her back, Alice gently raking her fingers through, detangling and smoothing out the dents. Alice herself was wearing dark dress pants, paired with a light blue halter top. Her hair was worn in a high pony-tail and looped. Both girls were wearing tennis shoes in preparation for moving day.

Lillian came back with a typical child's coat and a dark brown leather jacket, handing them off to the girls. Before heading back out, beginning to bring the boxes in, one by one.

Something felt off about the quaint little town, Alice could sense it. It could just be the strange silence getting to her, she was used to commercial traffic and now there was nothing. Maybe the occasional car in the distance, or a gust of wind blowing through the trees, but, it was quiet. She found herself stopping dead in her tracks, eyes trailing off to the edge of the woods.

"Mary Alice." Lillian called a box marked 'silverware' in her hands. "You can explore the area later, but for now, can you please help me bring the rest of the boxes in before it gets dark?"

"Of course, mama." Alice picked up a box marked with Cynthia's name and carried it inside, up to her sister's room, placing it down in the corner. She started feeling a little off, a tingling sensation flowing through her body and a fogginess enveloping her mind. These were usually the tell-tale signs she was about to get a premonition. Nothing came, though the feeling remained.

Soon after, the moving truck arrived, helping the three women set up their new home, before making the long drive back to Biloxi. Now the furniture was set up in the living room, the dishes were put away in the kitchen, the beds placed in their rooms and Edgar's stuff was placed in his study. All that was left was sorting the remaining boxes and taking them to the rooms they belonged in. Before that, Lillian alerted the girls that since they have a few days to get things settled, everyone should take a break, get a small nap in, and whenever they wake back up, they could work on dinner.

Lillian took Cynthia upstairs, while Alice head to her room, unpacking her linen in order to at least get her bed set up before she attempted to sleep. She decided she wanted her first night to be as relaxing as possible and pulled out her favorite comforter set. Everything donned a pink and gray floral pattern, her comforter, however, was reversible, on one side the background was black, while on the other side, it was white.

As soon as everything was tucked in, she threw herself on the mattress, stretching out and yawning. With all the driving, none of them had been getting adequate sleep. A nap sounded nice, and unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

Her dreams were inundated with glimpses of a male, tall, muscular but lean, with hair falling above his collar. He was always pressing himself against her, pulling her to him, whispering sweet-nothings in her ear. Hand clasping against her cheek as she lovingly stared up to him, a sigh leaving her lips. Him stealing her breath away with a kiss, a rather passionate one.

There was no fear or panic, just a moment of bliss, everything seemed perfect, everything had fallen into place.

Alice was almost saddened when the light rapping of her mother's knock had awoken her.

"What time is it?" She grumbled, rubbing her eyes. "7:45 Pm" Her mother replied. "Cynthia and I just got back from the market, we were going to prepare supper, and if you don't mind, you could organize some more."

She agreed, heading to her bathroom, splashing some water on her face, to help wake her up, and she headed out into the living room, where boxes of books were placed near a set of wooden bookshelves. One by one she placed them in organized rows, separating them by genre and alphabetizing them.

Thinking of her dreams, she realized her head was still blurry, having seen nothing about whatever her visions were trying to tell her. Her brows furrowed, starting to worry and questions were racing through her mind.

What was going to happen?

Who was it about?

Was she in danger?

Was her family in danger?

She needed answers.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the thoughts from her mind as she took a stack of books and headed towards her room, proceeding to organize and place these books in the same fashion.

"Alice." Her mother called from the doorway, hand on the frame. The young girl turned, a smile on her face. "Yes, mothe-" She sharply inhaled, dropping the remaining books in her hand as the premonition finally came to her.

Exhaustion washed over her, dark bags under her eyes. She decided to stop by a coffee shop to grab something to help get her through the day when she saw him. A man with honey-blond hair, the same muscular build as the boy in her dream. His elbow resting on the table, head on his hand while he gazed out the window. The man's breathing was a bit sporadic, almost like he was practicing how to breathe.

He was content until he saw her, a frown lined his face then. And she took a step forward, with the intent to speak with him.

***

"Alice? Alice!" Lillian called, snapping Alice back into focus. Four books were on the floor, a few pages messed up, the result of the tumble. "Y-yeah, I'm alright." Bending down, she collected the tomes. "What was your vision?" Her mother questioned, having picked on the signs as Alice grew up.

"Um, yeah. But, it was about someone I've never met. Somethin' was off about him."

"Well, maybe whoever it is will be important?" Lillian suggested, hoping to calm her daughter down. She'd seemed a bit shaken. "I know you don't have vision's about anything outside of the family often, but, I'm positive everything will work out."

Alice frowned. "It wasn't outside of the family, I think I was going to talk to him. But, it's strange, I don't know him yet, so why have I already decided to speak with him?" She heard her mother let out a sigh. "Honey, we don't know exactly how your gift works. From what I've seen you have very little if any control over it. What we do know, is your visions often come to you for a reason, even if it's just as simple as remembering to take an umbrella when we go shopping."

This helped Alice recover a bit. Maybe he'd be important in the future. Maybe he'd be someone who didn't think she was weird. Her visions usually kept most people away, she'd had very few friends in Biloxi, and she realized she'd probably have few friends here. She'd been passing around the idea of keeping her visions a secret.

The next few hours passed quickly, Edgar had returned home, seemingly in a better mood, and Lillian served him dinner. Cynthia had already been put to bed and Alice opted to stay in her room, for the remainder of the evening. She'd been spending a lot of time in her room -since early teenage years- to avoid her father. Not only could she see through his blatant lies, he'd been telling her mother for the last several years, but she'd attempting calling him out on it. He'd be in a bad mood, -go to work-, and then return home in a better mood? It was obvious he was seeing someone else. And when she'd asked her mother "Don't you think it's strange how papa's always gone?" she was reprimanded. "That isn't how you speak about your father, Mary Alice! He is to be respected and I will not put up with that kind of talk!"

It was far easier to let her mother live in disbelief. The bills were being paid, and Lillian was lulled into false happiness, that would be enough until she could somehow gather further proof.

But, he never left his phone lying around. She'd never had the chance to look at his messages, and she'd never heard who was on the other side of the calls he'd get. She half-wanted to follow him to Seattle one day, see where he was going. If "Mr. Heartley" was actually male.

For now, Alice laid across her bed, listening to the faint conversation of her mother talking and her father barely responding. Along with a drizzle of rain, hitting her window, which she'd left open so she could smell the sweet, earthy-fresh, powerfully evocative smell of rain. She also enjoyed watching the lightning streak across the distant sky.

As she stared out the window, she once again got the feeling that something was out in the woods. Her mind started convincing herself that it was probably the local wildlife, where she was used to someone spotting the occasional alligator or snake, now she'd be looking for bears and mountain lions. And they were fairly close to the Olympic National Park, who knows what strayed away into the town. Still, she got up, heading over to the window, looking out across the field to the same portion of the forest edge she'd eyed earlier.

Stillness. Absolutely no movement. Maybe her mind was just playing tricks on her. She was trying to rationalize why she'd seen a vision of someone she hadn't encountered, and why she'd already decided to confront him. Did he play that much of a pivotal role in her future?

While she leaned against the sill, a slight fogginess enveloped her mind again, her hand clenching around the wood. She couldn't see much, blurred surroundings, foliage, dirt, sticks. Soon enough a structure came into view, wooden, teal trim. The exterior of the house. Next, she saw whatever it was getting close to her open window, where suddenly an intense sting traveled from her wrist through her arm. Yelping, she stepped back, clutching her wrist tightly, as she tripped and fell. Using her arms to catch herself, she examined the pained one, registering that there was no actual wound. Nothing was around her to cause any harm.

"Alice?" Her mother called with a bit of desperation in her voice, hurried footsteps approaching her door. She scampered onto her feet and sat on the edge of the bed before Lillian opened her door. "Are you alright? I heard a loud noise, it sounded like you fell."

She mustered up a sheepish fake-smile, "I'm fine mama, it was just a bad dream."

Her mother had a doubtful expression across her face, questioning if Alice had another vision, or if it was a nightmare. "Alright, honey, try to get back to sleep." Was her reply before returning to the dining room.

Afterward, there was an auditable exchange between her parents.

"What happened?" Edgar asked, no trace of actual concern in his tone. "Just a night terror." Her father scoffed. "Oh, now she's admitting to something being just a 'dream'."

Alice rolled her eyes, laying back in her bed and pulling the comforter over her eyes.

During the next two days, the three girls managed to unpack nearly everything, and the house was mostly organized, aside from a few things here and there. Today was the day both Cynthia and Alice were dreading, the first day at a new school. Nervousness flew threw the house, both wondering if they'd be able to make any friends or even just have someone to talk to. How different were people in Forks, from those they knew in Biloxi?

The morning was flying by, and soon enough it was time for Alice to walk Cynthia to school. They'd taken a leisurely drive the prior evening to locate both schools, which were thankfully right next to each other. Once dropping her younger sister off, she merely had to walk around the track and field to reach the high school. Luckily, Alice left early enough, remembering that she still needed to obtain her schedule and a map of the school.

With storms approaching on the horizon, she hurriedly made her way through the grass and dirt, heading for the small office. Inside awaited a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses, she was dressed rather casual, which made Alice feel out of place. Edgar was the type of man to show off his money, and because of that, he made sure his children were appropriately dressed.

As soon as Alice stepped in, the woman looked up from her desk. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Mary Alice Brandon." She informed her.

The woman rose from her desk, going through several files of papers. "Of course, I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school."

Alice was shown each paper, and the lady was nice enough to highlight which routes were the best to take from class to class, using different colors so there wouldn't be any confusion. At the end, Alice was given a slip for every teacher to sign, which she'd bring back at the end of the day. How she wished she'd been younger, attending elementary like Cynthia, where she wouldn't have to worry about memorizing schedules and which routes to take. She'd just be able to sit in one classroom for most of the day, aside from heading to the gym, or music class.

Seeing Alice's bright smile brought a sheen of confusion across the lady's face and Alice concluded that this woman must've had the misfortune of talking with her father, as he enrolled her.

By the time Alice made it to the student entrance, most of the other students were arriving, a long line of cars going down the road. She was thankful that Cynthia had begged for them to walk since it wasn't raining. Now, she didn't have to worry about finding a parking space, especially when seeing two boys bickering at one another, due to a case of parking lot road rage.

Once she made it around the cafeteria, she glanced at the map, figuring out her next spot. Building 3, which wasn't hidden, she could see a building with a large "3" painted on a white square on the east corner. She melded with a group of students heading inside.

The classroom was small, compared to what she was used to. Alice hadn't attended the biggest highschool in Biloxi, but, this classroom looked like half the students were missing. She continued to follow the students, who were hanging their coats up on a long row of hooks and copied them, before striding over to the teacher's desk. Even her walk was different, carrying pride and confidence, while others slouched, and appeared lethargic.

A metal nameplate on the desk identified him. "Good morning, Mr. Mason, I'm Mary Alice Brandon." Looking up, he smiled at her, taking the slip from her hand. "How are you, Mary?" She winced at his greeting, having never been a fan of the name 'Mary' unless 'Alice' followed close behind. This was partly because her father addressed her as Mary whenever he was angry with her. "I'm well, but Alice is fine."

"Alright, Alice." He gave her a nod, signing the paper. "How is your vision, pretty good?"

"Yessir."

"Wonderful, you may have a seat at the back of the class." He spoke, dismissing her.

It was strange that he didn't bother introducing her to everyone, at her old school, the first thing teachers did was introduce the new arrival to everyone. However, she didn't mind, quickly making her way to an empty desk.

As always, everyone stared at the new kid, rather than going over their work, earning a few of them a scolding from Mr. Mason and some inner laughter from Alice. She was surprised and elated that their work was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Faulkner, She'd already been studying their work and was confident in her ability to pass any pop quizzes that may come. The best part was that she still had some of her essays from Biloxi High she could go over as reference.

Seconds before the bell rang, a couple of the students had already begun gathering their things, ready to head out, earning a glare from the teacher. The buzz sounded off and before they could sneak out of class, he called them up to his desk. Alice made a mental note never to seem too eager to leave this class.

Hands clasped Alice's shoulders, whenever she stood up and prepared to leave. "Hey! You're Mary Brandon, right?" The voice was feminine, shrill and very excited. Turning to see whoever this person was, she was met by a girl with short, choppy, light brown hair, who wasn't dressed quite as commonly as everyone else but still no comparison to Alice.

"Yes, but I much prefer if you called me Alice." She corrected. People began staring again.

"Where's your next class? Maybe I can escort you to it!"

Checking her papers again, she read off the next area. "Building six, Mr. Jefferson's class. "

A thoughtful look came over her features. "Well, I'm heading to building four, but, I can take you over to six!" This girl seemed easily excitable. "I'm Nicole, by the way. My friends call me Nikki, though."

"Thanks, Nikki, that would be great!" Alice returned the smile.

The girl's grabbed their jackets and headed out just in time for the rain to begin falling. Several students formed a group around them, hopefully heading to the same class and not trying to eavesdrop.

"So, where are you from?" Nikki questioned.

"Biloxi, Mississippi."

"Oh, does it rain a lot there?"

"We get a fairly decent amount of rain, nothin' compared to here, from what I've heard."

"Sometimes I forget what the sun even looks like."

Both girls giggled.

"So, Alice, are you going to miss the sun?"

Alice shrugged her shoulders. "I wasn't the kind of girl who has to run outside and get a tan. I preferred going out in the rain and splashing in the puddles."

"Ugh, me either, if I see the sun for more than five minutes, I burn. Last year, I got a sunburn in July and I swear it didn't fade until December."

Nicole walked Alice right to the door, though it was clearly marked. A few students passing by whispered to each other, which Alice was used to. Having visions in class made it easy for gossip to spread between students, she only assumed that with so fewer classmates, the gossip would only spread faster.

"Well, hopefully, this saved you some trouble. The boys around here see a girl from out of town and they pounce as if they've never seen a woman before. Ugh, I still remember my first day here." Nikki rolled her eyes.

Before Alice could ask where Nicole was from, she chimed in again. "Well, good luck! I've gotta get to building four!" She started walking away, waving to Alice as she left.

The remained of the day passed the same, only one teacher, Mr. Varner, made her stand at the front of the class and introduce herself. Also asking her to tell the class a bit about herself, which normally wasn't hard, she always introduced herself as a jeweler's daughter, however, the people here wanted to know hobbies, things she liked doing, favorite T.V. shows. Alice simply stated that she loved reading, and drawing, trying to leave it as vague as possible because she wasn't sure what to even mention.

A couple of classes in and she started recognizing people from previous ones. Among those was Nathan, a boy with short, curly strawberry blond hair, he hadn't shown much interest in her, but he was asked by his sister, Nikki to show her around, and he did, which kept the other boys away. Alice was thankful for that, all of the stares were beginning to make her uneasy.

Nathan even escorted her to the cafeteria, where Nikki waited, excitedly waving them over. Aside from Nikki, four others sat at the table, two girls and two boys. While getting their food, Nathan told Alice everyone's names.

"The girl sitting on Nikki's left is Michaela, she prefers to be called Chaela, spelled exactly like her name, don't make the mistake of spelling it with a 'K'." Michaela was a girl with long, dark brown hair, her features matched Nikki's, almost identically. Unlike Nichole, she was dressed more casual, she also didn't seem to share Nikki's enthusiasm.

"Next to her is Zachary. He doesn't care if you call if Zack." Zachary was darker-skinned, with curly black hair. Alice had caught this boy staring at her quite a few times over the morning.

"Richard is next to him. Don't call him by any nickname-variation of his name. Nikki is the only one he let's give him pet names. She liked to call him -Ricky- because it rhymes with her own." Richard seemed to be sporting a slight tan, must've been an outdoor person.

"The final girl, to the right of Nikki, is Hannah, she's unbelievably shy." Hannah was of Chinese descent, long, straight black hair with fringed bangs. There was also a noticeable green cuff bracelet on her left arm, which had Chinese characters and depicted a dragon. Alice also thought that she was quite beautiful.

After getting their food, the duo headed towards the table and before Alice was able to sit down, Nikki grabbed her arm, stopping her. Nicole and the others at the table usually had a get-together, after school on Wednesday's at her place and she wanted Alice to come along.

Meanwhile, Alice caught the attention of yet another student. A boy who looked absolutely miserable, dark bags under his even darker eyes. Exhaustion radiating from him. Absentmindedly, Alice tossed back her hair, running her fingers through it, which carried her scent across the room. Another male, sitting next to him kicked his chair twice and his leg once. Still, he was fixated on the petite girl. Eyes narrowed, head tilted, as he observed her.

Again, her mind started to drift, feeling fuzzy, a sense of danger overwhelming her, she pinpointed the feeling resonating from behind her, and cautiously she turned to look, locking eyes with the mysterious stranger from her vision. He stood, prompting whoever was next to him to grab his arm, which he yanked free. "I'm fine!" The male spoke, loud enough to turn heads, before heading out of the room without even bothering to pick up his tray.

The petite girl silently made her way to the open seat at the table, watching the familiar man as he stormed through the cafeteria. And as she already knew from her vision, she was determined to meet him.

"That guy who just left, who is he? Does he always act like that?" Alice inquired. Michaela was the one to speak up. "Yeah, he does. He's one of the Cullen's, they're all pretty weird. Well, except Bella, she's the black sheep."

Having not been from the area, a puzzled expression lined Alice's face. "Um, the Cullen's? So they're a family?" She was used to seeing bigger families, but, the Cullen's all looked to be around the same age.

She was staring at them from her seat, taking in their features, trying to figure out how they were family when they didn't look all that similar. One of the boys was muscular, with dark curly hair, the other was way more boyish, lanky with messy bronze-colored hair. The girls could almost pass as sisters, both having gorgeous hair that looked so well taken care of that they'd never seen a bad hair day in their life. The vibe they gave off was completely different. One was statuesque, golden hair, gently waving to the middle of her back. Alice was quite certain she had guys clamoring at her feet, begging for her acknowledgment. The other girl had straight medium-brown hair, and she didn't look anywhere near as haughty as her sister. The only matching feature the family shared was their unusual paleness, dark eyes with matching bags and the inhumane beauty which made them stand out, almost like a light was shining on them, which in turn, illuminated the room.

Whenever that thought crossed Alice's mind, the bronze-haired boy glanced behind them, towards the windows, before meeting her gaze. Her eyes dropped immediately. She didn't like getting stared at, and it was likely they didn't either.

"The big guy who looks like a jock, that's Emmett. The other guy is Edward. The brunette next to him is Bella Swan and the blonde girl is Rosalie Hale. The broody guy with anger issues is Jasper Hale, they're twins." Michael proceeded to explain. "Also, they're all together. Like couples. Emmett and Rosalie, Edward and Bella. Jasper act's like a fifth wheel, though there are theories he hooked up with Renesmee, and they're constantly suffering through an on-again, off-again relationship. Which is why he's always so moody."

"No way, she's way too young! She's like, what, in middle school?" Zachary interrupted.

"She's a freshman, so like, 15-16. He isn't that much older." Nikki chimed in.

Richard shrugged. "It's not like the two are ever around each other."

"So, they're adopted?" Alice asked, noting their separate surnames. Now their lack of resemblance made sense.

"Oh, yeah! Dr. and Mrs. Cullen adopted Edward and Emmett. Rosalie and Jasper are foster children, been with the Cullens since they were kids. Bella is actually Mrs. Cullen's younger sister, but after a tragedy in the family, they took her in and Renesmee is their biological daughter. Strange thing to name a child, but, whatever works." Michaela finished explaining.

Alice looked up to see the bronze-haired boy still watching her. Not quite with the same intensive stare, Jasper had given her, but still enough to send a shiver down her spine.

The remainder of the day passed the same, Edward continued to unnerve her any time she saw him, as did the blonde girl, Rosalie. Emmett and Bella didn't seem to mind Alice's presence. Things got better when school let out, and Nikki offered to drive her and Cynthia home.

Edward and Rosalie's stares were engraved into her mind, and no matter where she went, her nerves were keeping her on the edge of her seat. Maybe getting to know the Cullen's were a bad idea, maybe she shouldn't speak with Jasper in the cafe. Not until she knew exactly what she'd be getting herself into.

TO BE CONTINUED….