Most of the time, Alice Cullen didn't mind seeing the future.

Her visions were spontaneous and often paralyzed her, but she adapted to them over time.

They usually were related to her own family and close friends of her coven.

However, recently, that was not the case.

She began to have the same series of visions, multiple times a day, every day. No matter how hard she tried, she could never see the woman's face. All she could see was long, pale blonde hair.

However, the woman's voice sounded strangely familiar. It was comforting in a way she couldn't quite understand, but simultaneously eery.

As months passed, she became possessed by the need to figure out who the woman was.

So much so that her relationship with Jasper began to struggle. He could feel the distance between them slowly widening as she retreated into herself.

He knew her better than anyone else, and he knew that, mentally, she was not there.

Jasper tried to remain by her side, but five years in, he could no longer cope with her constant whirlwind of emotions.

When he left, the cables connecting her to reality broke and she dove face first into her seemingly fruitless quest for this unknown woman.

It was not long before her family became overwhelmed with worry. She was turning into someone they didn't recognize.

However, they knew not to ask why she remained frozen, locked in her room for weeks on end, or why she disappeared for months at a time.

Soon, it became known to Alice that during one of these disappearances she would find the woman she was looking for.

Donegal, Mississippi

The thick foliage of the forest blocked out the pale rays of the moon as Alice wandered towards her destination.

She reasoned to herself that if she found the location where her visions took place, perhaps the woman would be there.

And then they would finally go away.

Alice stopped mid step as the overpowering smell of human blood struck her in the face.

She stopped breathing and gripped the tree beside her. It splintered under her strength.

A war waged in her mind.

She knew that if she tracked down the origin of that smell, she could very well lose control. But the possibly that it was the woman made her sprint headlong towards it.

Upon reaching the scene, Alice froze.

One of her most recurring visions was beginning to manifest in front of her.

A vampire with pale, blonde hair crouched over a man's body, drinking her fill of his blood. She moaned deeply as she gulped it down with fervor.

The man clawed at the woman's back, and Alice felt terrible for him. She knew it was too late.

The woman sat up on her knees, licking her lips.

"Don't you know it's dangerous to sneak up on a feeding vampire," she said in her husky, feminine tone.

After a moment, she turned to raise a brow at her unwanted guest.

Alice opened her mouth to apologize, but upon finally seeing the woman's face, she was speechless.

"I'll be damned."

The woman frowned deeply as she stood.

"You died."

Alice backed away as the taller woman appeared in front of her.

This was where the vision usually ended, and the expression on her stunning features was unreadable.

She didn't know what the woman would do next.

"Whoa, I'm not going to hurt you," she said as if offended. "Don't you remember me, Mary Alice?"

As if someone poured cold water down her back, Alice Cullen felt a chill wrack her body.

"Mary Alice," she asked, confused.

She regretted coming here.

"Yes and I'm Adelaide Brussard. You called me Ade," she said, searching her face for any signs of recognition.

"We were friends once. The best of friends."

Alice rubbed her temples as a headache roared to life. That name made her brain itch.

"Where did we meet? How did we become friends," Alice asked tentatively.

Adelaide became solemn as she realized that the other woman had forgotten everything.

It was unfathomable to her that Alice could forget so much.

"Mississippi State Insane Asylum. The year was 1917. Room 126."

In an instant, Alice felt a dam break in her brain.

After nearly a century of happiness and contentment, Alice Cullen began to remember a life once forgotten.

And the remembering itself was injury anew.

Adelaide watched her old friend disappear back into the forest, choosing not to chase her.

Instead, she held out hope that Alice would return to her when she was ready.