Hey all! Before I begin I want to dedicate this chapter to jdrast because she always takes the time to review every chapter of every story, thanks so much!!

My trial exams are over (yays!) And school holidays will be starting on Friday, so I will have plenty of time to write, and then it's back to the books for my main exams ( more like it)

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Run, run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man! Rang through my head as I sped through the Fork's forest's veiling myself from human passerby's, who were guaranteed to be startled by my inhumane speed.

When I arrived at the Cullen entrance I sighed.

Where to? Cottage or Mansion?

Right now I felt anything but safe, and the big spacious luxury of the Cullen mansion had always made me feel at ease even though no one was meant to be residing there at the moment.

I was so glad, even though we'd moved all over the world, Carlisle hadn't had the heart to sell the mansion or my cottage.

I gained my breath back, and curiously pushed the front door open, wondering what awaited inside, if anything.

The house was empty, well it seemed.

I stopped dead in the front door way and listened perilously. The faint cautious footsteps of another crept along the floorboards upstairs.

Someone else was in this house.

Stealthily, I quickly ran up the staircase and hid in the closest room.

Was it a burglar? Or a friend of Beth's perhaps?

I held my breath and waited for the visitor to come closer, before I took my pouncing position.

Closer and closer the person crept, ever so quietly.

I readied myself and then BAM!

The stranger and I made contact; I had caught them off guard and they fell to the ground.

The stranger let an ear splitting cry escape from their lungs, and by the pitch it was obvious the stranger was a girl.

Next thing I know she's kicked me hard in the gut to get me roll me off her. She had a lot of strength, for a girl and all, which took me off guard.

"Oh my God!" She screeched. "What are you wearing?"

I clutched my stomach, gasping for the air she'd kicked out of me.

Blinking away the tears, I glanced up to see the person I least expected, beaming in my direction.

"That jumpsuit is so HOT! I NEED one!" She squealed.

Alice was back.

A smile broke across my face and she embraced me in a tight hug.

"I missed you!" I laughed and cried happy tears simultaneously.

After sixty years, Alice's renowned hobby was guaranteed to have grown on me, so we sat and gushed over each and every one of Alice's three-hundred and seventy two pairs of flats, heels, boots, sandals, sneakers, you name it, for the next hour.

I was never letting her go to another shoe convention in Milan without me again.

It was so soothing to hear her voice that I forgot all about my troubles.

Until she had to pry.

"So Bella, what have you been up to with my brother while I've been gone?" She sighed, exhausted after trying on her favourite twenty pairs of shoes.

"He's not your brother Alice." I giggled.

"Hey! If he's going to drink out of the blood carton and then belch in my face when he's done, I think that counts as a brotherly attitude." She stated.

The blood carton was my idea. Adding human concepts to the vampire world helped me adjust easier. Our hover fridge was stocked with the regular human's supplies.

Well, kind of.

Take into consideration, my new interpretation of the average human supplies were a whole lot bloodier then traditionally.

I laughed and flopped onto her hover bed. I could feel the clockwork like trundles vibrate beneath me, that kept the bed a float.

"Look Bella! Before I left Esme and me went techno shopping. How cute is this!" She beamed, and pulled out a foreign object from her closet.

She laughed when she saw the confused expression I be held.

"It's a transporter! Look, you type in the address you want to go to, stand on it and SHAZAM! You're outtie."

"Outtie?"

"Slang from the 2000's so hot right now. Like your jumpsuit. Promise me you'll never take it off."

"But Alice! All the other kids are wearing that trashy formal wear." I whined.

"Are you everyone else Isabella Swan Cullen?"

"Just Bella Cullen, Alice."

"That doesn't answer my question!" She huffed and threw her hands in the air.

"No Alice." I whined. "So how'd you come across a transporter? Sounds like something out of Back to the Future." I laughed.

"That's where the inventor got the idea from; the only thing missing is a flux-capacitor. The guy's name was Mark… Sampson, no, Smith…Smithland?" She tested, trying with all her might to remember the name.

"Sutherland?" I accidentally blurted.

"That's it!" She grinned. "How'd you know?"

"Something about him on the news I guess…" I lied, ashamed I averted her eyes.

She was too busy fiddling with the transporter to notice though.

"Well, I best be going down to tidy up, for when Edward get's home. He's out with Emmett, hunting." I lied.

"Hey! You met Emmett? Rosalie told me not to tell you both about their new…careers." She said choosing her words carefully.

I just shrugged my shoulders and made my way for the door.

But Alice's quick little frame beat me to it.

"You can't keep this up Bella. This lying and deceit." Alice's gaze bored into my eyes as she blocked the doorway.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to hide the obvious.

Of course she knew, she could see the future.

"Why else do you think I came home so suddenly? I saw what happened to you. I saw what's happening to Edward, the blonde he's… involved with."

"Alice-"I began.

"They're in this together Bella."

"Wait… What?"

Her topaz eyes went black as she remembered a vision, and told her tale cautiously and slowly. "I saw it happen in Milan. In my vision, I was running for you, calling your name. It was dark, I couldn't see where I was going and I tripped. I landed in something warm and wet, my stomach growled, it was blood. Bella, I don't know who's it was. I was petrified; I ignored my senses and hid. Someone was coming. I hid behind a bend. Up ahead two people were talking, Edward and he blonde girl…"

"Bethesda Sutherland, that's her name." I told her quickly, eager for her to go on. "She goes by Beth though."

She eyed me suspiciously and continued. "They were planning something together. And Bella-" She stopped, thinking whether to say it or not.

"Tell me Alice," I coaxed.

"His eyes weren't green; they hadn't been changed in colour like they do when she controls him. He was helping her willingly."

"Alice! What's going on? All this for Edward?" I asked, as my eyes brimmed with tears

"This isn't about stealing your man Bella." She looked me straight in the eye without blinking. "It's about revenge."