2 Hours Earlier at the Cullen house

Alice's POV

I sat on Jasper's lap, curling my small body around his. I sighed, and rested my head against his shoulder. We weren't usually a romantic couple, but the Alaskan scene did something to us that made us more that way.

"The bad thing about Alaska," I said, "is that there are few malls around here."

I heard Jasper snort, "Are you kidding? We practically have a whole mall right here in our own home." He rubbed my back a little, "Besides we can always run to Canada if you want a mall." Jasper added.

"Mmmm,"

The others, for example Rosalie, were unhappy with the prospect of having to leave so suddenly, not even two months in the other place. I wasn't, and I was content here in the big state. I would be perfectly content, if not for the lack of malls here. The last time we had to leave from Alaska, more than eleven years ago, I was barely upset. I wondered what the change was.

"I'm glad we moved here," I said, speaking my thoughts out loud. "Nessie and Jacob are finally a couple, and we don't even have to pretend to be normal at a school."

I felt Jasper nod. We hadn't gone to school after Nessie's attempt at it. After what happened with Alex at Hill Tops High, the last thing on Edward and Bella's mind was school. Instead, we were nearby Tanya and her family, but remote from civilization. Maybe that was the change.

"I…'' I started to say, but everything spun. Jasper's face moved in and out, but he was as still as a rock.

I turned toward Jasper, a slow frown creeping on my face. Through the constant spins, I saw he opened his mouth to speak. It moved, even with the spinning, but there was no sound. It was like a silent movie, no words came out. I cocked my head, my spiky hair brushing his shoulder. Dark black spots splashed down on my vision, coming slowly at first, but then faster.

I wish I could tell you that the spinning, the no noise, and black vision were unusual. I wish I could tell you that it never happened before, or that it could be fixed. I can't tell you that. Those three things happen when an uninvited vision comes, whenever it does happen. I don't react to it. I do like my visions, not when happens before them, and that will never be fixed. I'm sorry to say.

The dots covered my vision so I couldn't see Jasper anymore. It was total pitch darkness for a moment, and then images crept up. My awareness spilt into two, and I reached for my notepad. I had no trouble finding it, even though I couldn't see and I was concentrating on the vision. As the images formed, I recognized the scene as our own backyard. I tried to zoom further, getting a closer look. I knew this vision would involve our family, but I wasn't sure if it was an important vision yet.

Shadows of figures are marching - vampire speed, and together – up toward a house – our house. It has to be nearly a dozen of them, getting closer to the house. Why are they coming? They each wear light clothes that look slightly dirty – from the effects of nature. Their walk is silent, their own presence is. Yet it attracts everyone. The sled dogs - some hang around like strays around our area - disappear by running away with their tails down. The birds stop calling. The ice grows colder. Sunlight shines on their faces, but the visitors don't cringe from the light. Each face proudly sticks out, sparkles gleaming. And I recognize them. It's the Volturi.

I gasped and pull away from the vision. I feel my body give a little jump as I do. I glanced down at the notepad, eyeing my sketch for the first time. It's neat and detail-oriented, but I don't notice that. I just check it's a reflection of the vision I saw – and it is. Then suddenly, as I'm eyeing the sketch, dark round tears drip on my vision again. I think nearly a million things at once, but now it's all screaming at me. I shouldn't be having another uninvited vision again in such a short amount of time, and why is the Volturi possibly coming to our house?

It's blurry, but the images are seeable. A teenage boy – human – is walking the sidewalk. Something is in his hand, protected from falling from it being curled in a fist. He sighs, and crosses the street. There is another person too, something following the boy closely behind, and the person is invisible in the eyes of the teen. The person is dressed heavily so he/she is protected from the sunlight. They reach shadows, and the person lets their hood fall off. I recognize them both in the tree's huge shadow.

Jane – the vampire from the Volturi –, and Alex – Nessie's old boyfriend. Jane lets her face twist in a malevolent grimace, and she gives a soft hiss, so soft that Alex can't hear her. Then Alex gives a sudden and huge twitch. Not a twitch, a painful quirk. It looks like a seizure. He fell on the ground, still giving twitches. His scream, so loud and piercing, echoes throughout the small walkway. But no one was there but him and Jane. Jane's eyes narrow, and she concentrates on continuing his pain, making it stretch out longer. Alex's eyes searches for the criminal that is making his mental pain so physical and his eyes land on her, Jane. His eyes widen and his scream wavers in the tight air. Jane walks silently toward him, her grimace turning into a twisted grin. With a quick moment, she snaps his neck, breaking it and his scream. She rips the piece of paper out of Alex's dead grasp, and walks away, pulling the hood back on.

This time when I pull away from the vision, I'm still drawing the picture of my vision. My hand moved swiftly to capture each detail that I saw. In my peripheral vision, I saw Jasper lean closer. He grabbed my hand and stopped my hand from drawing. I pushed my hand out from under his and continuing drawing without a word. When I was done, I peeked down. The picture was what I saw at the end of the vision. It looked like something that had come out of a nightmare.

It showed Alex, dead from Jane's painful powers and her head snap. It also showed Jane, in the picture, was walking away with her hood hiding her identity and the paper in her fingers. I drew an arrow to show the transition of the paper passing. What did the paper have on it? I thought some more, ignoring Jasper's pleas, he must've been worried by my climate of emotion. Why was I having visions that connected to Nessie (Alex being dead) if I couldn't see Nessie's future nor anything that she affected in the future? I couldn't understand it.

"What did you see?" Jasper repeated.

"Everything," I let out a heavy breath. It gave me no relief. "Where's Nessie?"

"Outside, I think." Jasper said. "What…"

"I need to call her on her cell," I interrupted. Thank god for 21st century technology! It saved our lives a million times over.

I twisted my head around for the phone, but my eyes landed on Nessie's cell phone first. Damn it! Why didn't she bring it? Hadn't Bella and Edward asked her to? I curled my tiny, fingernail-painted hands into fists.

"Where's Edward?" I asked, going for a backup plan.

"Outside too, but…"

I grabbed the phone and slammed my fingertips on the buttons dialing. I was surprised that the phone didn't break from my furious touch.

"Edward?"

"Yes?" Edward asked.

"We have a problem."

A/N: Sorry if you're annoyed by the flashback and change of POV. It should only last another chapter or so. I got the idea flashback from Lost and I thought it would help in order to explain what was happening and to ask some more questions on why exactly this was unusual. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter!