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Alice,

The dreams are terrible Alice. Every single night the dreams come. I wake up screaming so loud I scare myself awake. Poor Charlie, I know it scares him. But he never asks what's in the dream. I'm glad, because then he would think I'm screaming over nothing.

Because that's what I am screaming over. That's the dream; nothing. Every where I turn it's black. I'm in the forest, and I know there's something there, something important, something I'll die without... and I can't find it. Not because it's hidden too well, but because I don't deserve to find it. I see nothing. That's when I wake up.

Charlie doesn't come into my room any more. He knows it won't help. Nothing can help me.

I miss you, I love you,

Bella

"No, no no, please not again," moaned Alice as she picked a pen and a piece of paper from the drawer under the table.

"Bella's writing another one," Emmett said, knowing that her letters were the only thing that had troubled his sister lately.

Jasper went to his wife and put his arm around her tiny frame. Everyone braced themselves for what was coming.

As Alice returned from her trance, she immediately pushed the letter away. Emmett took it from the tables edge, took a deep breath, and read.

Alice, The dreams are terrible Alice. Every single night the dreams come. I wake up screaming so loud I scare myself awake.

Carlisle walked in from his study. "It seems like she's suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder."

"You would be too if you'd suffered the worst break up in history," snapped Alice. "She didn't just loose her soulmate, she lost her family and her future."

"That's right," Rosalie realised. "She wanted to be one of us."

Alice, feeling overwhelmed, put her head in her hands. "The thing is... she still will be."

"Alice, w-what are you talking about?" asked Esme worriedly.

She sighed. "Before Edward left her, I had a vision of her either being a vampire with golden eyes, or dead. Now, I either see her as a vampire with red eyes, or dead. Which can only mean one thing-"

"Victoria," Jasper finished. "Victoria's coming back for her."

Carlisle already had his cell-phone out. "I'll call Edward. See what he wants to do." He turned and left.

Silence fell, and since Emmett didn't know what to do, he continued reading.

Poor Charlie, I know it scares him. But he never asks what's in the dream. I'm glad, because then he would think I'm screaming over nothing.

Because that's what I am screaming over. That's the dream; nothing.

Rosalie snorted. Although she felt terrible over what Edward did to Bella, she didn't think 'nothing' could be a very scary dream.

"Shut up Rosalie!" yelled Alice with a ferocity that stunned the blonde beauty. Her sister had never yelled at her specifically that harshly before.

"Do you not think nothing is scary?" the pixie vampire accused. "Because I do. Imagine having no memory of what your life before you were a vampire. Knowing nothing except your name. Every time you looked for a memory, some clue as to who you were, there was nothing. Nothing at all. I think you'd be pretty terrified."

"Alice, please calm down honey," Jasper said with soothing rays.

She looked into his eyes and felt a sense of security. "I'm sorry Jazz, but I'm sick of her pretending to car about Bella. We all know she didn't give a shit." She glared at Rosalie, and Emmett had to put a hand on his wife's shoulder to keep her seated.

Every where I turn it's black. I'm in the forest, and I know there's something there, something important, something I'll die without... and I can't find it. Not because it's hidden too well, but because I don't deserve to find it. I see nothing.

"That's terrible," Esme said softly. Rosalie personally agreed that that dream would be a bit frighting, but she wasn't giving Alice that satisfaction of knowing she was right.

Charlie doesn't come into my room any more. He knows it won't help. Nothing can help me.

I miss you, I love you,

Bella

Just as Emmett finished reading, Carlisle walked back into the room, and he didn't look happy.

"Edward says he was already tracking Victoria. I told him any of us could come and help him, but he said he wanted to do it alone." He threw the phone onto the couch and sighed. "I hope he finds her."

"I don't," said Alice.

There was a stunned silence. "What do you mean?" Jasper asked, throughly confused.

"I hope he doesn't find her," she said strongly. "I hope Victoria gets to Bella. I want her to become a vampire. Then Edward could get the stick out of his ass and take her back."

"That's not gonna happen," Rosalie drawled. "If Victoria gets her, she won't play nice. She'll want Bella to feel every pain she's felt since she lost James. She'll do things you couldn't think up no matter how hard you tried. She won't kill Bella, she'll destroy her. Make her forget every feeling except pain, before finally ending her life."

Alice's chin was raised in defiance. "I know Bella. She would rather be 'destroyed' by a vampire than to live to an old age without Edward." She shot another glare at her sister, with eyes like daggers. Rosalie just laughed. "I'm going hunting," the little vampire said, heading for the door. Jasper followed obediently.

When she slammed the door on the way out, the whole house trembled.