Sierra

I don't know what happened. One minute Evan was rushing upstairs, the next minute falling down the stairs. It's quite unusual, but my sister and I are unusual. We eat, sleep, drink, breathe, and party all night [LOL]. I practically flew down the stairs to catch her before she fell.

"Sis, what's wrong?" I nearly cried when she didn't wake up. Then I saw flashes in my head, flashes of what Evan showed me before she blanked out.

I saw myself walking down a dark street carrying groceries. But then I saw a shadow move along the wall. It was a human wearing very dark clothing, and I think he was stalking me. Suddenly remembering when this happened, I sort of drifted along with my old self, trying to urge her -me- to look back and see the man. But no matter how hard I tried, the old me wouldn't or couldn't listen. Then I saw the scene unfold in which I was assaulted, then thrown onto the street in front of a car. I remembered it all; that week, that day, that fateful night, that fateful assault, that fateful accident.

I blinked myself back to the present, when Evan woke up. "Oh, thank God you're okay!" I whispered, hugging my little sister tightly. "You're older by ten seconds," she reminded me, hearing what I thought in my mind. Suddenly she realized everyone else was surrounding us. "Are you okay? We heard you fall," Esme demanded. "We're fine. Shaky, but fine," I heard myself reply. I couldn't concentrate on my feelings. What else happened that night? How much did my twin know? Why did that night come back to haunt me? Swallowing back tears, I walked slowly to the kitchen to drink some water. Yes, water. To me, it's like vampire aspirin. Because my sister and I are like no other vampire in the world.

What did I ever do to deserve a vision's haunt? Or maybe what ever happened to me... I should have listened to the signs, the warnings, should have listened to that fortune teller. I just thought she was a fake who wanted to earn some more money. "A vision's haunt will come back to you, a wish of regret you will soon crave," she said. I think; I may have missed the bit after that when I fled the place.

My thoughts were all jumbled and mixed up. Confusing as it was, I forced myself to calm down. I downed a glass of vodka [:D] and went back to the main room. Everyone was there, listening to a story Evan was telling. I cracked a small smile; the story was about when we first went to the zoo as little kids.

"And then, when we went to the polar bear area, Sierra started to cry when she couldn't see it. Dad then pointed it out to us. All we could see was its butt, because it was sleeping. It was pretty big," she added with a sidelong glance to Emmett. "I hear you're the one who likes bears."

"Grizzlies," he corrected Evan. "Hey, let's make our next family trip to the Arctic. I wanna try a polar bear," Emmett joked. Esme frowned. "But they're an endangered species," she pointed out. Emmett pouted.

I went back to the kitchen to get another glass of vodka. "The Arctic, eh?" I returned to the main room and plopped down next to my sister. "Why not? I thought your friends the Denali coven lived in Alaska. Then we can roam the Arctic," I suggested.

My sister made a face. "But I don't want to go to the Arctic. It's too cold there," she complained. I snorted. "Vampires don't feel cold or hot," I reminded her. But I wish. "Evan can stay with our friends when we head up north," Esme suggested. "I'm sure Carmen and the others won't mind," she added. I frowned; that name rang a loud bell in my head. Carmen... Carmen... I know her! She rescued me when he left me, alone and bleeding. Edward raised an eyebrow behind Alice's back.

You know Carmen?

Yes, I do. She had to turn me after my then-boyfriend nearly killed me.

I'm sorry. I'm glad Carmen saved you; she's a lot like Esme.

I can tell.

I broke off my telepathic [or something] conversation with Edward and thought. A lot. I knew that no matter where I go, my haunting will follow me. I didn't know how to stop it from happening, though. I might have to find that person who assaulted me and, I don't know, forgive him?...

I'd rather find that fortune teller again, and make her tell me how to stop this vision haunting me.

Needing some privacy, physically and mentally, I built a brick wall in my head with a big sign saying, KEEP OUT! [^_^] I drifted upstairs, too busy thinking to notice where I was going. In our house, there's a locked-up old room that the owner gave us the key to [I bought the house last month when Evan and I found each other]. He warned us not to open it.

Being a bad girl since I became a vampire, I opened the door.

And screamed.

Because my old boyfriend was lying dead, on the floor.

Covered in blood. Complete with large bite marks.