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Okay. So I'm updating late tonight at 22:50 pm, instead of letting you guys wait till the weekend. Nice huh? Now. For some reason, I'm feeling a bit down. I think it's due to the fact that there's I've had nothing but healthy food (meaning no sugary nice food) for the entire week. And I'm suffering. If you review… I'm sure I'll cheer up significantly! A humongous 366 reviews, woop! Thanks to all who've reviewed so far :p ALL of you, whatever your review says, whether it's positive or negative, I really appreciate them. They help. A lot. And without them, I'm not motivated to continue writing :p Sorry I didn't reply to many last chapter. I've had a very busy week, it's a miracle I wrote all this tonight. So yeah. I haven't forgotten, but I could either reply or update, and I guessed updating would be slightly more popular.

Oh. And I was confused, shocked, and amused (..rhymes confused… amused. *shuts up*) by how many people want to kill Mike! Ha! I love the spirit! These truly were hilarious to me :

'I don't think many people would mind too badly if you killed dear old Mike off.. Hmms... maybe Lucie can *accidently* take him cliff diving?' Hmms. A possibility.. And the more straightforward one was just:

'KILL MIKE! Please?' Hehe ! Poor old Mike.

Anyway. I'll stop babbling. And I've got bad news. My Babbleritus is shown clearly at the end. So.. Brace yourself for it… eepp.

MUST. STOP. BABBLING. Oh yup, here you go!

What Happened Last Chapter:

His voice rasped, dry and hoarse, quiet, yet enough to make my body freeze, and my heart to accelerate in undeniable horror. As he leant his lips closer to my throat, murmuring against the skin there. His breath smelt like corpses, tainted with death.

"Now, you shall join me."

And then, my world went black.

I was wrong before.

Oblivion was hell.

***

The Cryptic Enigma

Feeling slowly leached back into me, discomfort mainly. I tried to lift my heavy eyelids, desperate to make sense of it all, I felt cool hands rather than grass beneath me, and movement instead of the still darkness before.

Though when I thought about this, it made sense. Horrible sense.

Cold arms.

I screamed, the sound was weak in my throat, and I could feel myself shake again, terrified of the deadly voice - the very one that had been plaguing my mind every night. And had now found me.

"Now, you shall join me."

Though as I fully awoke, it was not the hooded figure who was suspending me. Alice's face was the first to register in my mind, her golden eyes alight in anxiety, her small pixie face twisted in concern and then relief as my eyelids fluttered open. I exhaled in one, long gust, still in a state of shock.

"Lucie," She said, though her voice was twinned by Jasper's too, both sounding immensely relived. It was he, I realised, who was holding me, he'd stopped walking, gently lowering me to the ground. "Seriously, don't do that again." I couldn't speak, feeling only light headed, concentrating on Jasper and Alice's perfect faces.

"Do what?"

Alice's tone became very serious.

"Not breathe for three minutes."

"Oh."

We sat in silence for a moment, and I finally noticed my surroundings Surprisingly, we weren't in a forest. The school's car park lay before me, and with the sounds emitting from inside, I knew it was lunch. How long had I been unconscious? With a jolt though, despite the fact I knew what had happened was not real, I felt more scared. My heart rate increased, I felt Jasper inhale sharply, and almost cringe away. It took my brain a while to work out why.

"Oh," I mumbled, realising how my thudding heart was affecting him, "sorry Jasper." I attempted to stand up, but fell again, as a tumult of vertigo hit.

"Whoa… head rush." I murmured dizzily. It registers that in my fall I should of hit the ground, but I fall only to be caught by another set of arms.

"Don't worry, I've got you." His velvet voice did not help my heart rate.

Edward had caught me, but it was when I turned that my heart rate accelerated, in fear rather than awe.

For Edward's eyes, were exactly how they were in my dream. The exact colour, before he left. The beautiful, yet terrible, dark shade of topaz.

And I was sure, this morning, they'd been golden.

They all seemed to hear my heartbeat, and I looked at Alice for help. Because now, I knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"P-put me down please.." I stuttered, looking at Edward's face, his bronze hair was it's usual perfection of casual disarray, contrasting dazzlingly, with his angelic face. But his eyes did not match, they were staring at me, not in concern, not anxiety.

But in the same way mine were staring at him.

In horror.

He seemed unwilling to let go of me, yet placed me on the pavement, and I sighed shakily, knowing how bad I looked, my face would look like a sheet compared to the red top. I averted my eyes to Alice's, it was easier to concentrate when I talked to her. I didn't forget all that came to mind, as I s often did whenever he stared at me.

"Lucie," Alice spoke urgently, the relief had vanished from it, instantly, I knew what she was about to ask. She it seemed, knew I had not just fainted. Her eyes were fearful, I knew how much it scared her when she couldn't foresee the future, which meant she hadn't expected this. Which wasn't good news. "Tell Edward. Tell him what you saw."

"She doesn't need to." Edward's voice was quiet; he still hadn't withdrawn his eyes from my pale face.

"Edward, she does, this is important!" Alice's voice was furious, she glared at him, an I was shocked by the venom in her gaze. "How dare you say that. Don't you care about her? Stop being so-"

"No Alice," Edward's voice was still quiet, yet like Alice's; it wasn't calm. There was almost a fragile edge to it, an edge that could only form out of fear.

"She doesn't need to, because I saw it."

There was a silence.

"You, what? Saw her vision?"

I cringed at the word vision, it felt too unreal to be called that. Still, I couldn't find the strength to speak again, not with the dreadful thoughts tumbling round my mind, all of them, screaming at me, as my mind pieced together the sleepless nights.

Which now all made sense.

"Lucie, I think I can see you dream."

Alice looked at Edward, I couldn't respond, just sat there limp. Too preoccupied by what I'd found out. The truth. The very fact, that my arrival to Forks had masked. Made it become overlooked and forgotten. The terrible truth, that should have been feared and confronted, instead of left to gather in darkness. Alice spoke my words, her own voice shaking slightly.

"Edward? What does it mean?"

Edward replied, his tone a mixture of hatred and fear.

"They're coming."

I did not ask who they were, because I already knew. They, were very same people who'd been tainting my dreams. The very thought of them, made me feel sick with fear.

But this time, not for myself.

The Volturi.

Edward said my next thoughts, his own voice finally crumpling as he stood up in an instant, ready to sprint off. His voice and face now both a mixture between shock and agony.

"Bella."

He truly looked as if he was about to sprint off. Alice grabbed him firmly by the arm, staring at him, as he read her mind. Edward shook his head and Alice sighed in response.

"Edward, don't. She's fine, I promise." Alice's voice was calmer now, a calm that I could not understand. Edward's reaction to me seemed more rational. Bella was in danger, though Alice seemed calm. It didn't make sense. Nothing was making sense. Nothing. All was chaos.

"Then why Alice," Edward said, his teeth clenched, still looking unsure whether to rip Alice's hand off his own. "are you not telling me where she is? Your mind's blocking it."

"She's with the Blacks Edward."

"Why?" Edward sounded outraged, though I'm not sure if I imagined it or not, but a small look crosses his face. Almost a look of defeat.

"I don't know!" It was Alice now, who sounds exasperated. "Look, she'll go home in two hours, that's all you have to wait." Edward continued to glare at her, unsatisfied by her answer, Alice sighed again and continued in her quick chirpy tone. A beautiful sound, though not as appealing as usual, no longer the carefree sound of wind chimes, not with it's tainted edge of fear. "I had a vision of her leaving before, I don't know why, but she got in her truck, and then, well…" Alice mumbled the last part, almost looking ashamed.

"Her future vanished." Edward finished bluntly. The hard ice edge to his tone arising once more, though not before it gets placed with something I fear far more. A voice low murmur, quieter, tinged with despair. "Why did she go there? Why did she leave school early?"

The knot has re-formed, and suddenly I felt it twist painfully in my stomach. I answer his question, my voice small, scared for his anger as I say it, knowing that Bella left because she thought I'd told Jacob bout her and Edward.

Knowing that it was my fault if she was unsafe.

"Me. She went because of me."

Then the strangest thing happened. Edward's eyes flashed in anger, the anger I'd come accustomed to whenever I hurt Bella. The anger I knew I deserved. And then he turned slowly, looking at me - still slumped against the side walk, Jasper a few feet away not breathing, trying not to inhale my scent - and his face portrayed one unmistakable emotion: confusion.

I suppose it's better than hatred.

But before I could look any closer into his expression, decipher what lay beneath his features, he turned once more to Alice. They began to talk, in voices to swift and fast for me to understand. Edward started to pace furiously, I noticed Jasper beside me, evidently having drawn closer, though he still wasn't breathing. And with a jolt, I realised he was staring intently into my face.

"You're confused." He whispered softly, judging my hectic emotions perfectly, I just nodded. He stared at me again, and I have the sudden urge to cry in frustration. Yes, I'm confused. Very confused, I don't know what happened to me. I don't know why that vampire said that to me, and most importantly. I'm confused about Edward. Confused whether I should tell the truth. Or die trying to keep it… Jasper continued, no doubt having felt my confusion fully again. "Would you like me to help you with that? I could answer some questions?" It's just Jasper and I now. Edward and Alice are too far away for me to hear, and they don't seem to be listening, too engrossed in their silent conversation.

Another emotion rose inside me, Jasper smiled when he felt it.

For I felt an immense trust towards him.

"What happened?" My voice was still shaky, Jasper looked at me, concerned more for my safety than the rest, maybe it was his gift for emotions that was the reason for this. Amongst my confusion, I knew he could feel the fear radiating off me; I was certain it was stronger than the rest. I had no idea how to deal with the news. The Volturi. Even the thought of them made me shiver; yet again, not for my own safety.

Alice and Edward were staring at each other, only Edward talking, answering her mind's questions. Beside me, Jasper sighed. "I take it I'm not the only one who's confused?" I mumbled, Jasper smiled ruefully at me.

"No, but I'm not sure what happened Lucie," He said quietly, referring to my first question. His golden eyes- more butterscotch from the rest of them today, which explained his tolerance from being so close to me - assessed me before he continued, as if unsure whether to mention the incident again.

"Please tell me." I said in a whisper, he sighed, though I knew he was succumbing.

"Okay, I shall. Alice had a vision of you falling, so we came to find you, but it's strange Lucie, her visions of you are all distorted; confusing. She truly hates not being able to see clearly, she feels awful for letting you experience that, and not being able to prevent it. Her emotions are radiating off her." I didn't quite know what to say to this, though I knew I did not want Alice to feel so bad. How could she have prevented it anyway? I knew why she couldn't see my future probably. Because I was different. I just nodded for Jasper to continue, fighting back the bitterness.

"I think Mike found you first," I cringed. Why Mike? Why Mike? Jasper just chuckled at my expression. "He was very worried about you, kept stammering on about how pale you looked, and told us what happened. Apparently he was sent to look for you when you didn't show up for class. I sent him away, and told Alice to get Edward." He looked at me in a strange way then. "Lucie, did you realise you kept mentioning his name?"

I flushed, no I didn't realise that.

"I-I, h-he was there; in my dream, vision-whatever, I-" But I stopped myself, because for some reason, a strange feeling my gut was telling me not to tell them about the first halve of my vision. Specifically, not the part with Edward leaving. I don't know why…It just did. And, though I did not know quite why at this moment in time, I believed it.

Jasper smiled kindly at me, letting the subject drop, evidently he was experiencing my confusion once more.

"It's okay Lucie, you're safe now, we were just worried. You didn't breathe for an awfully long time see, you were turning blue. And," He grimaced, once again unsure whether to continue.

"What?" What was so bad? Did I scream?

"Well, you trembled, quite badly, I think Mike's under the impression that you have epilepsy."

And if Mike told anyone. Well, it would at least give me an excuse to damage his nose a bit. I mean, who needs a nose anyway? Mike didn't.

My thoughts were becoming delirious. I sighed in exasperation, Jasper merely chuckled beside me, though stopped, a dark look crossing across his face. I didn't need to ask what. The Volturi. Now that. Was a problem…

I felt a sensation in my lip, and suddenly realised I'd been biting it, though whether it was out of fear, anxiety, shock or a combination of the three I did not know. I stop myself he moment I realise the action though, remembering that last time I'd made myself bleed.

"So they're really coming?" My own voice is little above a whisper, I turn back to Jasper.

"Lucie…" Jasper spoke, though his voice was odd. Uneasy and worried. He didn't finish his sentence. I suddenly felt very aware of how cold I was, a shiver shook me, and to my horror, it didn't stop. I continued to tremble, only now, experiencing the shock that inevitably follows after fainting and then realise that a bunch of blood thirsty vampires (who just happened to have been haunting your dreams each night) are in fact, coming after you.

That was enough for Jasper to swoop me into his arms, suddenly, we're all in Alice's Porsche. I felt dizzy again, as if time has suddenly sped up, when only minutes before, it seemed to have stopped completely. Jasper placed me on the back seat, and sat beside me, Edward and Alice were already in the front. And before I could strap myself in, Alice was driving well over the speed limit. Speeding out of the car park.

I must be sick, I don't even have the strength to ask her to slow down.

Though I know this is not why I stop them. Time was running out. And everyone could feel it. My head pounded, and I felt as if I was coming to throw up, I held my breath, willing myself not to. Alice would murder me if I was sick in her Porsche.

"Rest Lucie," Jasper's voice breaks through my thoughts, I can't reply, merely nod weakly, succumbing slightly as I rest my head against the cool glass window. They're all talking now, though I can't join them. The cool window has left my forehead clammy. I pulled away from it, looking back to Jasper next to me.

"Jasper," I whispered, I can't prevent what I say next, it tumbled through my lips, without my decision whether it was wise or not. I felt foolish as I said it, though I know it's important. "I've been having dreams; nightmares. Just like this, they're all the same… they-"

Edward turned suddenly, whipping round from the front seat so fast, I nearly jump.

"You've been having dreams Like that? Ones with the Volturi?"

I don't answer his question; replacing it with one of my own.

"Is that who he was?" I can't control the way I speak, my voice sounds horribly weak and feeble. I'm referring to the cloaked figure. That horrible vampire, with those eyes, the colour of corrupted blood, constantly whispering to me in my subconscious.

"I'm certain of it." Edward's reply was dark. I wanted to ask more, but he turned abruptly, staring out the window, ending any conversation that might have formed. I don't feel angry at Edward for ignoring me. The situation is too serious for that. And it honestly scares me. Knowing that my dreams could have been more than just an over-reactive imagination.

I wondered briefly Alice us driving too, I assumed it was their home though. Some time later, it could have been a second, a minute, or five, I can't tell, Edward's voice rings clear as he confirmed my previous thoughts.

"We've got to tell Carlisle. He's not working today is he?"

"No, he's at home." Alice's voice suddenly sounds frustrated. "Ugh! I can't believe we forgot this. How I overlooked it? Why didn't I see it? There's no time. We have to go-"

Alice's voice chills me to the bone. My mind pleas silently. They can't leave.

"No." Jasper's voice cuts across Alice's, "Leaving won't help, they'll find us anyway, they have Demetri. It won't keep them from finding her. Aro said she needed to be changed Edward. You have to make a choice." A sigh of relief escaped me, I have never loved Jasper more.

"No! She has to make the choice. It's hers, none of this changes that. We can hide, forever if need be."

"Hiding won't keep them from her Edward."

"It will postpone it."

I can no longer distinguish who was speaking. I know what they're talking about. Bella. She, is who the Volturi are after. My head throbbed wildly, a memory gripping at the edge of my mind. Something was important, though I couldn't for the life of me think what. A thought has me shiver violently again, though not because I feel cold.

"Now, you shall join me."

And with that, the simple fact of the situation dawned on me.

Was Bella, the only one, who they were after?

***

We stepped out the car, ready to walk into the Cullens' house. Edward had already opened the door for me as I stepped out. He smiled, an attempt, I was sure, to soothe my expression, though the smile did not reach his eyes. And so it did not soothe me at all. I thought about what he'd told Alice earlier, and the way he'd addressed me with his new found theory. "Lucie, I think I can see you dream." Was this true? Did the barrier my mind created to prevent Edward's power from seeing my thoughts slacken in sleep? Was this why?

A pang of unease filled me, as I thought about my previous dreams. Previous nightmares. I didn't want Edward to see them. They were distorted and oddly personal, I was afraid if he saw them, he might work out the truth.

In which case, The Volturi wouldn't need to come.

Because he would seek them.

We were at the door now, Standing in the hallway. I noticed Emmett appear from another room. Odd. I hadn't realised he'd left school too. Carlisle was already listening to Edward and Alice's conversation intently. I drew nearer, curious to what they were discussing. Though unsure whether I wanted to hear it or not.

"Yes, yes, well, it's certainly an interesting theory." Carlisle was murmuring to himself, though I didn't pay attention or try to make sense of the words. It was him and Edward speaking now, and by the pained look on Edward's angelic face. I instantly knew what, or more aptly, who he was talking about. I walked away from them, breathing deeply and feeling very sleepy all of a sudden. Horribly weak again.

"Lucie?" Carlisle voice stopped me from closing my eyes.

"Hmm? I mean yes?" I mumbled, slurring my words slightly. Ugh, I sounded drunk. Carlisle just smiled fondly, looking more like a doctor than usual, I half expected him to take out a stethoscope.

"When did you last sleep?"

"Last night." I answered instinctively, but he shook his head.

"No - devoid of these dreams you've been having."

How did he know about those? My face must have been easy to read, as Carlisle explained quickly. "Edward told me you've been having them. Ones about the Volturi. You're not sleeping well, are you?"

Carlisle, is a seriously good doctor.

"H-How did you know?" I stutter in surprise.

"Well first of all Lucie, you look tired." I grimaced and Carlisle's expression immediately became apologetic. "Not that you don't look nice Lucie, no bags or anything, you just have dark rings round your irises, which can bee due to sleep deprivation and-"

"Actually.." Emmett is beside me now cutting across Carlisle's assessment of my health, grinning despite the fretful looks of everyone else. It appears whatever the situation is, Emmett can still grin in it. "Lucie just has those rings 'cause she's got freaky eyes!" He grinned widely, and I feel my face smile properly again; uplifted by Emmett's mood.

"Freaky eyes? Wow, thanks for the amazing compliment." I mutter, though my amused tone ruins the intentional sarcasm.

"Any time Luce!"

Ugh. And for a moment there, I thought I'd got rid of that nickname.

My scowl just made Emmett boom with laughter once more. Even Carlisle chuckles softly, though my own laughter dies as I see Rosalie coming down the stairs. Wearing a tight fitting red shirt, revealing her perfect figure, and making my own skinny self look terrible. With a horrid stab, I realised my shirt was the same colour red as hers. I've regretted wearing this top ever since I saw it. Now. Well now, Rosalie seems to hate me even more.

Her voice was sweet when she spoke, moving like a viper to Emmett's side.

"Oh look Lucie, we match." I'm the only one who notices the ice laced through her words, Emmett is clueless, and says the exact wrong thing to say in Rosalie's presence.

"Luce is her name now. No longer is she Lucie. Now, it is Luce." I can't smile despite his grin, my eyes trained on Rosalie's expression. She glares at me, as if it was my fault that Emmett's called me this, and that we are wearing similar clothes. Honestly, she looks far better. Isn't that enough?

"Nice." Is her cool retort. She walks dramatically out the room, and I feel awful again, I can't even feel angry towards Rosalie. I feel too weak for that. Only wishing that I could lie down somewhere and rest, just for a bit.

Why. Why didn't I faint and not awake? So tired. If I just closed my eyes..

No. This is important. I need to talk to Edward. Need to find out how much he saw of my dream. Did he know that his leaving was the reason for the Volturi's arrival? Could he feel how I felt when I saw him?

"Lucie?" With horror, I realise I've had my eyes close. I snap them back open, focusing on Esme's kind face. "You okay sweetheart? You've got no colour in your cheeks?"

Don't worry. Make Edward talk to me. Then I'll go red I assure you. Then you've got all the colour you want.

I ignore my thoughts, though know this is true. Edward had made me blush more times than I could count. The thought of him makes me look round instinctively. Where was he? And Alice, for that matter?

"Esme?" I ask. "Where's Alice and Edward?"

"In the sitting room, I think."

"Thanks." Quickly, towards the door of the sitting room. I open it, but stop as soon as I hear the argument. It's too late to walk away though, the door is open too much. I walk into the room, where Alice and Edward are glaring at each other, amongst them are Carlisle and Jasper as well. I didn't know whether to leave the room or not. Aware of the silence that fell, the instant I entered it. Alice was beside me instantly, Jasper moving with her, as if attached to her by string. Though I know the bond is closer to steel chains.

"Don't worry Lucie, we're just discussing.." Edward's snort cut her off

Pretty heated discussion.

"No Lucie." Edward addressed me, and I felt an odd sensation when he said my name, though it was clear he was angry. "Alice and I were arguing." Why were he and Alice arguing?

"Oh. Um, well, don't stop for me…" My sentence sounds silly as it leaves my mouth, without really thinking about it. I want to be swallowed up by the ground again for my stupidity. Alice looks at me before turning back to Edward. And once again, I feel sleepy. Though when Alice's eyes meet Jasper's I have a feeling I know why. Still, I fight it. Making sure I don't miss out on their talk. I need to know. To stop them if possible. Edward is arguing again. Repeating Bella's name the most, and I can't blame him. As I feel myself, as if she should be hidden instantly. The Volturi are coming, and Alice doesn't know when. What if my dream had been accurate? What if they were already here? What if… But my mind cannot finish the sentence. They're all talking very quickly now, I can't make out what they say.

The high pitched murmurs became distant, Alice's has returned to it's usual soprano peal; her soft voice lulling me into peaceful state. It was the kind you felt before sleep, on the edge of consciousness, knowing that you could rest forever and not want to awake. Part of me rebelled silently, reminded me of the urgency, yet the other half craved for silence, desiring sleep.

As I felt my eyelids flicker, and I let the colours in my mind's eye swirl, I knew the lesser part of me had one the argument. I felt something sway, and then miracle cool washed over me, combined with tiredness, with one final sigh, I succumbed.

Letting my dreams take me.

To a place where I hoped, everything would make more sense.

***

Edward's POV

I wanted to hit my head against something hard. I'm truly sick of this gift of mine. Mind reading leaves your head sore and swollen, what I would give for peace and quiet. Yes, It's useful, but almost a curse. You cannot turn it on or off. It's permanently on, I can always hear people's thoughts, regardless of what they are. If only people would just stop thinking. All be like Bella and Lucie. Except, Bella wasn't like Lucie, was she? They were different, with Bella's mind completely impenetrable…And Lucie's might not be. I discarded the thought again, my head hurt from the information it was trying to bind and decipher, piecing together the revelations that had arisen in the last hour, each and everyone presenting a new problem. An enigma, unwilling to unfold.

With a sigh I noticed Alice was still cross with me. I could tell just by her irritable expression on her normally attractive pixie face, which was now scowling at me. And, of course not to mention the fact that I could hear…

Honestly Edward, you can't just relate everything back to Bella. You said the Volturi were after Lucie in her vision, that's probably why I didn't see them. Ugh?! Why does this have to happen now? I'll never be able to take Bella shopping. I cut off her thoughts (as much as I can) as soon as her mind rambles on about the torture she names 'shopping' when really it's just an excuse to spend some of the vast fortune we have. I don't have time for this, trivial nonsense. Shopping is irrelevant to what needed to be focused on.

We'd just argued over the situation that's she had overlooked. The situation with the Volturi, and Bella. My heart ached on the thought of her. She wasn't safe. Alice's words rang around my head again: "She's with the Blacks Edward." Yes. Because that made me feel loads better. The basic translation is: she's with a bunch of werewolves. That's really safe. I was still trying not to run over and snatch her from them. I didn't understand the friendship she had with that boy; Jacob was it? Though I knew why she was there. It was my fault. If I hadn't had left her…

No. That was irrelevant. I couldn't change the past.

Alice was talking again, though I didn't listen. I didn't blame Alice, if anything, I blamed myself, but it was just the horrible sensation of her not knowing, that had arisen my irrational anger. That, and the horrible feeling that I was missing something. A fact, a clue, about Bella. Something that was crucial.

I'd always relied in a sense, on Alice's gift, her future predictions were always normally so accurate, they - along with my own gift - where the reason we could spot danger quickly. But she hadn't seen this. And it was a chilling thought.

Yet, that, was not the thing that had shocked me.

Lucie.

I knew how I acted around her. I came across as callous and sarcastic. Smirking at her, rather than smiling, fighting against my thoughts and locking them deep within me. I knew this, despised it, and also relished it. Sarcasm was the safest approach. Lucie was safer without us in her life. Ignorance, was the safest way for her. Every second she and Bella were with us, they were in danger.

I had seen her dream. Finally, the fragile barrier that prevented me from seeing her thoughts had lifted, I had experienced what she had, felt her fear. Her dream had been chaotic, it made little sense. I had a feeling I hadn't witnessed all of it. I'd seen it before me, though experienced it through her mind, though it was as if I'd surveyed the scene from a different perspective. The memory of it was still fresh in my mind; vivid. And horrible.

Lucie, standing in the moonlight, staring after a figure vanishing, an oddly familiar figure, though he'd vanished before I could make him out. Now, a new figure emerging from the dark forest, knowing he was a vampire; only that could be the reason for his graceful movements. Though something was off. The previous feeling of safety evaporating, this figure was emanating the opposite, something twisted. Sinister and dark, the mood was tainted around him. Knowing he was not good. And that The girl was in danger. She was alone. My presence did not account, I was merely a shadow.

He drew closer, radiating light of his pale skin, surroundings revealed clearly, the dark forest, and night sky.

The dress the girl was wearing lit up, the pale luminescent white was now splattered with drops of dark liquid. I could already see the fear as the girl recognised blood. Her own.

She swayed then, as if she was ill, nauseated by the sight of blood. The vampire before her leaned closer, drawing back his hood. I wanted to scream, to run to her, protect against the figure, though it was as if I was glued to where I stood. Unable to move, unable to utter a word. Paralysed by her fear. The vampire's eyes were not golden, proving that the person did not feed off animals, instead, of the blood of humans. Though part of me knew this, suspected it. They were something far more disturbing. Even from hear, my distance, I could see as well as she could, probably better, because tears were falling down her alabaster cheeks. His eyes were a deep crimson. The exact colour, of her blood stained dress.

I could feel her emotions then. finally accessing her thoughts, they came thick and fast, and I knew if she'd spoken the words, she'd surely be screaming.

Blood.

Vampire.

That can't be good.

He's closer now, I can't move! No, he's too close, what's happening?

His voice rasped, dry and hoarse, quiet, yet enough to make her freeze completely, and I could hear her heart to accelerate in undeniable horror. As he leant his lips closer to her throat, murmuring against the skin there. She cringed away, though like me, seemed bound where she stood, terrified. I heard his words and felt her horror as his lips broke the fine skin on her neck.

"Now, you shall join me."

Then, reality had reformed, I was in the car park with Jasper and Alice, her face flickering from me, to the ashen girl in Jasper's arms. I remembered the way I wanted to rip Lucie from him, still afraid someone was going to hurt her. To bite her. Her dream had been like one of Alice's visions, and I was terrified it would come true.

But then, I had worked out who the vampire was.

Demetri.

It had been his eyes, who had stared hungrily at Lucie's throat, his lips that had brushed across her skin, it made me feel sick. I'd wanted to scream in anguish, scared once more for the girl, trembling in fear. Her face turning steadily blue without oxygen.

She'd woken up then, and yet she hadn't cried. She did scream though, a sound that had scared me more than anything previously. She'd tried to stand up, an attempt to relieve Jasper of her scent, so potent. Alluring. But she'd swayed, and I'd caught her. I couldn't shake off the feeling of her skin. So warm, despite the cold. So… enticing.

The monster growls in approval of the touch. I hate myself for remembering it.

We'd driven here, I'd wanted to speak to Carlisle first, preferably in private. Though naturally, some of their thoughts reached me before I stepped in. Rosalie arrived and saw Emmett laughing with Lucie. She thought of nothing but herself, and also, I realised, with a kind of grim satisfaction, of myself as well.

I am going to bite her head off, truly I am. Look at her, laughing with Emmett. He is mine. Not hers! Ugh, she's wearing the same colour top as me too. Though I look better, she still shouldn't have dared to wear it. Red doesn't suit her, she's too translucent, and skinny. And Edward is no better for leading her here in the first place; now that that stupid human girl knows everything.

I had clenched my fists at this point. Wanting to shield the girl from Rosalie's thoughts. Her narrow-minded, vain and shallow mind. Disgusted by how she scrutinised her. As if Lucie would ever try to take Emmett from her? Rosalie was acting more cold hearted than usual, though I did not feel remotely sympathetic towards her. It was a regular occurrence. It is only a matter of time until we have to move again. First Bella, now her, I really don't understand his infatuation with humans. Nor Alice's for that matter. What's so special about her anyway? She had caught me glaring at her then. I must have looked angry, as she had the grace to look ashamed of her thoughts. She controlled them for the rest of the time. And her last thoughts were more civilised as she left. Sorry. I'm being heartless again aren't I? I murmured my reply darkly under my breath, knowing full well she would hear it.

"Yes."

Sorry. I am. Really. It's just… But I didn't care for her shallow mind, appalled, I walked with Alice to the sitting room, as Carlisle inspected Lucie.

She looks tired. I should ask her about her sleeping patterns. His thoughts are concerned towards her; the opposite of Rosalie's.

I stopped remembering the events, and looked back to Alice, she was staring at me, an incredulous look in her eyes, I couldn't help by smile slightly. She was my favourite sibling, I knew I didn't tell her how I much I cared for her often enough though. She looked very frustrated, Alice was funny when she was angry. Especially when she started to wave her arms around-

"Edward! You. Aren't. Listening!" I smiled wider. No. I wasn't. How did she guess?

"Sorry Alice, I was… remembering. Lucie's vision.." Partially.

"So you can see her dream Edward?" Carlisle sounded the calmest, and interested, in my theory. "What was it like?"

"Horrible." I can't prevent the word. It's true though, it was horrible. "It's definitely the Volturi. I think saw Demetri. It was like Alice's visions. But… different-" Carlisle's thoughts interrupt me.

Interesting theory… I wonder if you really can see her dream. Or maybe it's just these visions she has. Her gift Edward, I think it's stronger that she realises. Already it seems puissant, the intensity of it…

But I stopped listening to him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucie sway slightly. I'd completely forgotten she was in the room. I moved on instinct. Nothing else mattered as I ran to her, catching her before she crumpled to the hard floor, ignoring Carlisle and Alice. Instantly, I was afraid, certain she was about to tremble and shake in my arms as she'd done previously. But she didn't.

She lay there, quite still, suspended by my arms, her breathing slowed and she sighed, in contentment, was it that? Or reluctance at succumbing to tiredness? I think It's the first. She looks so peaceful now, just before sleep, her face devoid of the panic and fear of before, her lavender eyelids fluttering slightly.

I looked at Alice for answers, and I saw the smile she was trying to contain. As if, at a private joke. Her mind blocked whatever she was smiling about, and if I felt like myself, I would be suspicious. But I don't feel like myself, I feel odd. Confused to an extent. But I can't concentrate on her for long. Not with the girl in my arms.

She's asleep Edward Alice thought. I guess, it's time to test your theory.

I didn't hear whatever she said (or thought) next, because I was looking back to the fallen angel suspended in my arms. Her skin felt very hot against my cool touch, I was worried she had a fever, though it was probably just my perception of it, te contrast of my dead, ice skin. She didn't seem to mind though, despite my cold and hard embrace - I was cradling her in effect - she seemed fine. I didn't breathe as I held her, noticing the others had left form the room. Her scent was too powerful when I was this close. It was too dangerous for me to breathe. Too risky.

She wasn't fully asleep yet, her lips were moving, though I couldn't decipher what she was saying. Though I could tell she needed this. Rest. She hadn't been sleeping well, I knew. Her breathing hiked slightly and her heart fluttered; I felt the monster inside me moan. Whilst my heart, dead and cold, felt less remote, less lifeless. It felt like it should be beating. Just like hers was. Yet I knew the monster was still there. Deep inside me, just like it had been with Bella. Silently illustrating I was the main thing she needed protecting from. The Volturi were an issue yes. But If I couldn't control myself then their purpose would vanish. I loathed the way it listened to her heartbeat. So pure. It shouldn't have to endure my damned presence. The presence of a monster.

And then, I could finally access her stubborn mind, the one that I hadn't been able to reach. Protected somehow, enclosed, forbidden. Suddenly It all poured out, though I could not make sense of it. There were just swirls of beautiful colour.

And I forgot all else. All sound, thought, feeling; ceased.

I just stared at her.

As I watched Lucie dream.

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Ah... This chapter was originally WAY longer. But if I continue, I won't post till the weekend. So I decided to cut it short. I hoped this made more sense. Did you like Edward's POV? Or prefer Lucie's? Hers is, admittedly, easier, and moves the story forward faster. Because Edward thinks to damn much! But his is needed, so you can see he isn't such a sarcastic jerk all the time. I know he's portrayed that way. But he isn't really. Honestly. I think Edward's sweet beneath all that act? Don't you? :p Now. I need help. Do you want to hear about Edward seeing Lucie's dream next chappy? Maybe it could start with Edward's POV, and end with Lucie's?? Please review and tell me! If you have ANY queries and questions, just write them in the review! I'll answer them as soon as I get them!

Oh and by the way, when Lucie fainted, Mike found her first, quickly followed by Alice and Jasper. Alice went to get Edward, and, once dear Mike had left, they carried her outside. Sorry. that probably wasn't very clear.

Okay. This will explain, (hopefully) why some characters are appearing very OOC. First of all, this isn't Twilight, not even close. Lucie is a completely different character, and because the story is mainly from her perspective, you see how she sees SM's characters. I am well aware I can never do justice to them, because I did not write Twilight, or anything remotely publishable. I do try! But I'm sorry if my portrayal of them isn't up to scratch :(

Now. Bella. She will appear in the next chapter (or if it's too long, the chapter after that.) I know how much everyone hates her. Or, hates how I portray her: (like this review) "Bella is a overly, suspicious, paranoid b*tch" AHhh!! Sorry people. She isn't really, just seems so from Lucie's perspective. So far, it's only been her and Edward's Portrayal of Bella. So it's all very bias, in which case, a Bella POV might help massively!

But please keep in mind that she isn't actually that evil. Yup. Lots of people mentioned that she needs to let Lucie finish her sentence for once! Ach. She was too shocked at the prospect of losing Jake there, which meant she didn't want to listen to Lucie, afraid to find out anymore ways in which her life is disintegrating … anyway. I won't give away too much… but… I might do a Bella POV, so you can understand better. Soon, she and Lucie will have an actual conversation devoid of interruptions! *gasp* But. I need to know if you people want a Bella POV? Okays?

Lucie. Now She seems horribly weak and feeble here. I know, but she's shaken, scared by her vision, and what it might entail. There will be more drama from here onward. And she takes in the blame too much? Yes. Well that's who she is. She thinks that it's her fault for all this, after all, without her, the Cullens wouldn't have forgot about the Volturi. So she feels that this is her fault for putting Bella in danger…

Jasper. Is lovely I think. Did you like him in this chappy? :p I did! He's lovely to write, some people forget about him and Alice a lot. But they're important in this, don't worry.

Oh, and lastly. I'm really sorry about grammatical errors. I have no time to edit, as soon as I write these, I post them. I'll try to correct them as soon as I have the time, don't hesitate to point them out in reviews though! I really, really, really appreciate all the feedback I get. Especially criticism, that seriously helps too! Don't worry, if you hate this. Proclaim your hate! :p

Now. I hope I helped. In the story and A/N. If I've confused you more then.. Well… frog. But ah well, just review or PM any questions, which I shall do my best to answer!

Now. I realise I've been horrid, to anyone who's bothered to read this. So. I'm feeling generous. Whoever reviews, will get a sneak peak of the conversation with Lucie 'n' Bella! (which might be next chapter…)(and if you're anon… well then I can't, but you'll get my happiness, how about that?) So yup. Review, and you get A SNEAK PEAK!

It'll be interesting to see if my review count rises significantly with the prospect of sneak peaks…

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Lily- has written a tediously and tremendously long A/N again! She hopes she hasn't frightened you away too much, and has lots of sneak peaks waiting for those who review *hint, hint* :p