WOOOHOO! So I closed the poll. I had already decided on what I was going to do, so I decided that the poll was useless. Sorry.

The story continues. DUN DUN DUN!

p.s. Any Harry Potter fans out there? I am going to go see the new one at midnight! Woot woot!

Discaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Twilight. GOSH! -runs off screaming and crying like a uncontrolable fangirl-

Eight years later…

Alice POV

"MARY ALICE BRANDON, YOU GET DOWN HERE OR YOU ARE IN TROUBLE!"

I sighed. Gosh darn it. I had been caught.

I swept my hair back with a pink headband, I crept down the stairs.

"Yes Mother dear?"

She laughed at my false innocence. Then she remembered what I did and glared at me with the stare. I cringed at her expression.

"Alice. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I held my fingers with my hand, and tried my best I'm-innocent-don't-look at me eyes.

"What do I have to say about what?" I fluttered my eyelashes, best I could.

Which my mother rolled her eyes at and scoffed.

"I know it was you that broke my mother's vase!"

I looked down. Gran was not the nicest person in the world. I smiled at the thought of her when she realized her gift had been broken.

"Now what are you smiling at?" her eyes flashed.

I gulped.

"Now, you see Mother, it's a funny story that I'm sure we will look back on in a few years and laugh at the silliness of it."

"I highly doubt that Alice. Now go to your room, and think about what you did."

Just when I opened my mouth to complain she stopped me.

"Without complaints."

I gave a loud sigh, a trudged up the stairs to my room.

"How much trouble are you in?"

I glanced at Cynthia's room. I walked towards it, and plopped on her bed.

I mumbled my punishment against the covers.

"I'm sorry, what? I didn't catch that." She smiled. She enjoyed my pain.

"Oh, shut up. I know you heard me just fine."

She was taken aback.

"I know, I know."

I rolled my eyes.

"I have to go now to 'think about what I've done.' "

She threw back her long curly brown hair and gave a faux sigh.

"Ah, the monstrosity of thinking! Oh how I cringe at the mere thought of it!?

I laughed at walked to my room. I loved it. My bed was wrought iron with beautiful lace sheets.

I walked to my bay window, and sat down.

I love people watching. The hustle and bustle of everybody was fascinating. And I love looking at women's clothes. I would dream about one day, walking down the street in a beautiful dress, watching everyone admire my beauty and style.

I sighed as I came back to the real world.

I closed my eyes, and suddenly something came at me, hard.

It seemed trance-like, or a vision.

There was a woman. She was in a dark room. She was screaming for help. A dark man loomed over her, creeping like a shadow. He laughed at her attempts of escape. She would run to an exit, but in a flash he was there. He began to speak.

"Such soft skin….its a shame to put an end to its owner."

The woman became silent.

This surprised the man.

"Not surprised I would come?"

"You sick person." She whispered.

But this only made him laugh harder.

"Well then. No need to drag this on longer then necessary."

His head swooped down to her neck and her screams were soon fading away, while strange gurgling sound filled the room.

The vision ended.

I gasped.

What had just happened?

I gasped again as I realized who the woman was. She had long brown hair, which was in a bun. But it was coming apart, framing her face. Her eyes were a deep green just like…me.

"Momma…." I whispered.

I began to cry. Surely this was just a dream. Just a dream. I crawled to my bed and cried into my pillow.

But something inside me told me that it was real.

And it was coming.

Soon.

So...Tell me what you think all you lovely reviewers!