Short chapter, but very important

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Holding the backpack, in my hands, that was needed for the hike. I was about ready to swing it onto my back when a vision decided to hit me, a dreaded one. My sight darkened for a few seconds and then went extremely bright, like a flashing light being shined into your eyes. The bright light dimmed. In front of me there had been an out of date television, but now there was a man, a boy. A boy who looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't tell who he was. All I saw was his back.

He was hunched over, a wooden table, writing madly on a piece of paper. I almost thought his pen would break from his force. A door sounded from behind me, but of course as this was a vision I couldn't turn around to see who it was. How I utterly despised these boundaries.

But while I couldn't turn the boy in front of me could and he did. Shocked, I dropped the backpack that was still in my hands, though I couldn't see it, onto the floor.

In front of me was a boy, in a way, and it was James. I knew he had looked familiar, but what could he possibly be doing now that would cause me to have a vision. What kind of a future would unfold from this vision? Of course since it was James nothing good could happen or being happening.

"Ah, Laurent, you have made it finally. I see you took your sweet time about it," James hissed through his teeth looking right through me. The person at the door had to be somebody named Laurent, but I didn't know of any Laurent.

"Yes…I had a little mishap…but James I really don't think this is a good idea. I…I don't want to be part of a murder…a double murder in…in this case," Laurent stuttered.

His voice sounded deep, but youthful, maybe around his twenties at least in the physical aspect. He wasn't a very brave soul as far as I could to tell to be cowering in front of a boy, who looked no older than sixteen maybe even fifteen. Yet, James did know how to put terror in some people all too well.

"Laurent it is too late to back out now. Things have already been set in motion, and while I don't want to have to kill two people it's the only way to make sure the one I want dead, stays dead. You understand, right?" James growled standing up. He roughly threw his chair into the cold stone wall (as cold as himself), smashing it to pieces. Proving his superiority in the situation, unfolding.

"Yes," Laurent whimpered as I heard him back up into the door.

"Excellent," James replied his eyes dancing with glee of what he was planning. "Then it's time we pay Miss Swan a visit, but of course we have to cause one more tragedy before we go. Then everything will be perfectly set for the demise." James looked down at his paper again, snatching it up, and shoving it into his coat pocket. He turned back to Laurent. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this and finally the death is in my grasp. So close, and very soon I will get what I want."

My sight grew dark again as James vial voice faded away into the distant. The vision ended and I was snapped harshly into reality.

Blinking several times trying to remember where I was and what I had been doing. All my thoughts seemed to be around James, though, and what his plan was this time. Although if his intent was on killing Isabella and not another Miss Swan I already knew for sure what he was planning to do. He had always stated his wishes, his wants, and the one dark thing he truly desired out loud very clearly over the past. Power had truly corrupted the poor lad. There was nothing left of him, but the darkness of power, destruction, and murder he let consume himself long ago.

"Riley, hurry up everyone's already starting to leave for the hike. What is taking you so long?" John called up as I pushed all thoughts of James aside. I would figure out what to do with the new knowledge of him later. Everybody had been wondering where he went off to and what he was doing now.

"I'll be there in a sec," I hollered back picking up my backpack and flinging it onto my back. I walked out through the door and down to the lobby where John was waiting. He was looking down at his watch impatiently. He was never a patient person.

"Finally, I thought I was going to have to leave you behind, man. What happened?" John asked when he saw me as he picked up his stuff.

"Vision, Chicago bears will win tonight," I half-lied. I did have the vision of the game occurring tonight; well the last five minutes of it anyway. But I saw it two days ago and the bears had barely won. The penalty shots are what saved them. (A/N: Just to let you know I don't really know nor do I watch anything about sports. I just picked a random team name that I've heard.)

"Great, glad I bet on the bears then, otherwise I would have been screwed," John replied as we caught up with the other hikers.

The hike before had been the perfect way to relieve my stress, but now after the vision I just had the hike seemed like a complete waste of time. It was times like these I wished my visions didn't always, one hundred percent, come true, but they do. At least while I can't stop what I saw happen, maybe there was a way to change the possibilities of the outcome. Hopefully, or we were all screwed.

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It had come suddenly, the vision, none like any other I had before. It was blurry as if looking through a camera lens tightly wrapped in plastic. All my visions I've had before were always so crystal perfect, but this one was the exact opposite. There were two figures that I could make out, one moving closer to the other. I think they were human, but I'm not sure it was too hard to tell. Their voices or voice, however were clear and precise, how weird.

"You know, I think it's time for you to really become an angel. Don't you think?" one voice sneered. Instantly I grimaced hating the person already. There voice held no hope, no happiness. It sounded like an empty, dark, dreary, endless pit.

The second figure didn't speak though but seemed to pull away from the other figure.

"You know I really didn't want things to come to this, but it's the only way. You understand you are a smart girl after all." A thrill, hollowed laugh followed as I grimaced again I wanted desperately out of this vision. There was shuffling noises coming near me, in reality, and faint voices probably trying to find out what was happening to me. A question only Edward would be able to answer.

The figure standing moved again while the other lay still, almost motionless as if already dead. "It is time for your heart to stop beating like…," the voice spoke while motioning to another figure slumped in a corner that I hadn't noticed before.

Then as suddenly as the vision came it vanished before my eyes, and I didn't hear what the voice was going to finish saying. Though the intents, and actions were clear. I looked around the car slowly everything around me perfectly seeable and bright with my eyes it almost hurt compared to my vision.

"Alice, are you okay? What did you see?" asked my concerned husband.

I smiled a sad smile in reply as I tried to think back on the vision, but it was blurry so uncommon for my vampire eyes to see. Only the voice was what I had to go with. I felt a sudden wave of calmness, something I desperately needed.

"Thank you," I said softly, too softly for human ears to hear if there were any around.

"Alice?" Jasper asked again.

"I don't know what I saw. It was too…blurry," I replied almost ashamed.

My visions have never been like this before, never remotely close. It was strange on how to deal with the little that I was given to work with, the voice. It didn't sound familiar, but it had definitely sounded ice cold, almost soulless. Maybe my vision was the future of a human's fate or decision close by. Yet, why would the vision have come out so unclear and why would I have even had it in the first place? What did this vision have to do with us?

"It doesn't," Edward replied emotionless as he continued to drive.

I rolled my eyes at my brother. He could be such a cold rock at times. "You don't know that," I replied while Edward's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hey, not all of us here are mind reading, future seeing freaks. Would you mind telling us what's going on?" Emmett boomed.

Sighing I replied, "I had a vision, but it was unclear, blurry. I could make out three shapes, figures. Two of them were on the floor, one moving slightly the other motionless. The third was standing and talking, the only one out of the three talking. I heard his voice perfectly, but it's not much to go by. It sounded as if he was getting ready to murder one of them, and he might have already killed the other. I'm not sure." I wonder what there was we could do to stop this tragedy.

"We are going to do absolutely nothing Alice. It is not of our concern," Edward said his voice demanding.

I ignored him, though, as always. If I wanted to stop this there was nothing he could do to stop me.

"Alice," Edward growled as Rosalie scoffed, but I continued to ignore them both. I had this vision for a reason and I was determined to find out what the reason was.

Explanations: For the first vision it was Riley's, a guy if you hadn't figured it out. Time of the vision was early in the morning of the Swan's first day of school. Riley is another 'angel' (we'll refer to them as that) like the Swans. His unique power, are visions. He can't call them up they will just randomly appear to him for whatever reason. Usually the reasons are when somebody close to Riley is in danger, and Riley is close to the Swans mainly Isabella and Noah. Also, when he does have a vision they always come true unlike Alice's.

Now the second vision is from Alice Cullen it came the same day as Riley's vision but hours later when the Cullens are going to school. Not much to say about her vision, since if you read the Twilight series you would know how it worked. The only thing different is when Alice has a vision of an angel or angels she cannot see the vision clearly as she can with other visions. The vision is blurry or misty.

Alright that's it for explaining now you can review if you want the next chapter. Only thing left to say was this chapter was fun to write, but hard as well because I didn't want to give away too much. Now stop procrastinating and REVIEW!!!