A/N before continuing: sorry for the late update everyone. Long story short, life happens. I moved apartments and got a new job which was fine but then I had a stalker LOL. I'm ok though. We had court. They went to jail 3

On with the story-

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As I started to wake up, I hoped to every god out there that I was just having another nightmare, but that hope quickly dissipated as I immediately noticed that the bed I was laying on wasn't my bed, or even a bed at all. The panic from earlier set back in. I squeezed my eyes shut so tight I thought they might pop like grapes and tried to breathe deeply and slowly before my head started spinning again. I took one last deep breath and slowly opened my eyes on the exhale.

I was locked in Edward's room. Carlisle did what he was asked.

My eyes didn't take long to adjust; the room was dimly lit by a lamp that was on a side table next to the black couch I was laying on. Across from me were two large bookshelves side by side, filled with stacks of books put together in seemingly no order mixed in with messily scrawled sheet music and crude pencil sketches lazily half-shoved into binders and folders. In a corner to the left of the shelves was a gold full-length mirror and to the left of the mirror were two large floor-to-ceiling windows, locked shut and half covered by sheer black curtains. The floor space between the couch and the books was covered by a plain grey rug and in a corner by the door sat a messy pile of clothes.

I stepped over to the mirror to get a good look at myself and see the aftermath of tonight's events.

A little disheveled but not too much damage. My long, stick-straight copper hair didn't seem too frazzled except for some stray strands that must have been ruffled and blown around by the wind on the way here. I had a small scratch, maybe an inch and a half long, going across the middle of my freckles on my right cheekbone. Dirt stained the knees of my jeans and laces of my shoes. Thankfully the sweatshirt I was wearing, a light grey sweatshirt with mom's high school letters across it in deep red, was unharmed.

My focus on my reflection was broken by the noise of a door loudly opening downstairs, followed by the sound of something being thrown hard onto a table. Footsteps and voices gathered together. I crept to the door and pressed an ear to it as hard as I could trying to listen in.

They were too quiet to make out anything at first, but the whispers were soon broken by who I remember they called Rose speaking up.

"You all remember what happened last time. Forks is a small area. If another girl goes missing and dies they're all going to look at us immediately because of that and then what? Edward gets to grab Renesmee and run off to Denali again while we clean up? I'm not doing it."

"She's not dead, Rosalie," Edward says.

"She might as well be dead to the world now after your little slip up." The venom in Rosalie's voice could be heard from all the way up here.

"She's right, Ed," said Alice, "we can't just let her go home after that. She'll have to be convinced to turn and initiated in."

I heard a scoff before Rosalie spoke again. "Do you really think she'll choose being turned over just dying once she sees what we are?"

A tense silence took over the conversation before Rosalie spoke up again. "We're monsters. She's not going to choose initiation. We might as well just start thinking of a cover up now and hope no one finds her-"

"No." Carlisle interrupted before she could finish, sounding a lot more stern and cold than I remembered from earlier in the street. "Bella was given a choice to turn and would be one of us right now if she'd survived Renesmee's birth. We're not going to kill this girl over Edward's mistake. She's deciding her fate, the same way all of you were allowed to do when I found you."

I tiptoed away from the door back to the couch and tried to make sense of what I just heard. I was relieved that I was going to at least get to choose between the two…less than ideal fates, rather than death just being decided for me. But I still didn't know exactly what initiation would mean, what I'd be joining or turning into. Rosalie's words repeated in my head. We're monsters. She's not going to choose initiation. Her statement brought back the image of Edward standing directly in front of me while I was trapped in Carlisle's arms and those sharp, crimson stained teeth bared at me…teeth that could only belong to something inhuman, or more than human. Teeth that belonged to a monster.

But the bedroom I was in wasn't the bedroom of a monster. Clearly Edward still had the capacity to enjoy human things like literature and music. He wrote some of these pieces himself. They felt emotions like humans, too. Rosalie was anxious and angry, Edward at some point developed romantic feelings for another. Alice managed to seem calm and collected during all of this, cheery even during a time of what must have been great stress for them after a human witnessed something they constantly worked hard at to keep hidden.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart started pounding. All I could do was freeze and watch the door as the footsteps got closer. They stopped at the door and then a key started unlocking it from the other side. Slowly, Edward stepped in.

I tried to hide the fear and uncertainty from showing but I had a feeling that it was plastered all over my face. There was no way I didn't look like a deer in headlights, helpless prey in front of him, the ultimate predator, stone faced, blood staining the corners of his lips, eyes now completely black instead of gold rings inside white. We looked at each other unmoving for what seemed like hours before he finally broke the silence.

"I brought you this. It might make sleeping on the couch a little more comfortable tonight." He held out a thick, blue blanket towards me. I got up and hesitantly walked over to grab it from him when I heard more footsteps, lighter this time, come gliding in behind him.

Alice.

She had in her hands what looked like a very large t-shirt and some thick, fuzzy socks. "We don't have much to sleep in because, well, we don't sleep, but…I figured this might be better to sleep in than what you have on." She reached out her hand to give me the clothes. I managed to get a very quiet "Thanks," out, and grabbed the clothes from her. In that moment our hands briefly touched, and suddenly Alice's eyes rolled back, her face whipped upward, and her body stiffened. I jumped. It was as if touching my hand sent shockwaves through her and she was stuck in this pose, whispering so quietly and incoherently that her words couldn't be deciphered.

"What's happening? Is she okay?" I asked Edward in a panic.

"She's having a vision," he said. "but why now?"

A vision?

Was Alice a seer too?

Alice's POV

Flashes of red flooded my vision the second my hand touched hers; she triggered a vision, one I've seen multiple times before but could never decipher. None of my visions were meaningless but this one seemed impossible to read every time I had it. But it was happening again nonetheless, and now, deep inside me, I'm sure it has something to do with her.

Red flashes continued. Her red hair, the red of the eclipse, blood dripping down the corners of a mouth–her mouth–a bloodied veil, a bride. Lips like red velvet. The flashes and flurries stopped and the vision got clearer. I was standing in it, watching it unfold. I focused.

A field, the eclipse starting, lighting the sky a deep, crimson red. Edward standing in it with her. An unholy union. She's dressed in a white gown and a veil, not a stain or a blemish in sight. He's dressed in all white, eerily bright and untouched just like her dress. They look over at me, insidious grins plastered across their faces. They extend arms and drink from each other's wrists, exchange a bloody kiss. Thunder cracks across the sky and a blood rain ensues, corrupting the pure white of their clothes. Everything goes black. The vision ends.

She's looking at me in shock. I'm looking at her with the same expression.

Tonight wasn't an accident.

Alice snaps back into reality and looks at me with the same expression I've been looking at her with: shock. I don't know what she saw, nor does Edward. But it must have been intense. She stares at me for a few moments and then softly, she asks, "Were you born under an eclipse?"

I froze. I was. It was a blood moon eclipse.

"Yes. A blood moon," I answered nervously.

She continues to stare at me. "Has your birthday happened already?" she asks.

I whispered, "Not yet."

"When is your birthday?"

"Next Saturday. The 28th."

Her eyes widen. "During the blood moon…"

She looks at Edward, looks at me, looks back at Edward. "We need to go talk to Carlisle. Now." The urgency in her voice sends chills rushing all over my body.

He doesn't ask why but the looks they exchange tell me he knows it's urgent, so he doesn't question it. He tells me to stay put and then they leave, locking me in his room once again. I could hear them hurriedly rushing down the stairs and then it was silent.

My thoughts were all over the place, in a frenzy. I sat on the couch and tried to sort through everything that had happened today, tried to figure out what she saw, why my birthday was important, what the eclipses had to do with anything. As far as I was concerned, tonight's events were just an unfortunate accident. I went for a walk at the wrong time, in the wrong woods, and paid the price. But the way Alice changed after whatever she saw told me this was more than just an accident. It was a gut feeling I couldn't ignore.

I remembered mom's warnings, how she begged dad to take me to Tennessee before it was too late. I wondered now if she saw the same thing I saw, or if she saw what Alice saw. Did she know more than she let on? Did she hide the truth from me in hopes of changing what she saw as fated?

She kept what she was seeing to herself trying to protect me.

In the end, keeping it to herself is what led me right into that very thing.