This is fanfiction.

This story is pre-written and updates will be once a week.

Only the preface is in Alice's POV.

IMPORTANT: The bond between Bella and Edward can be seen, by some, as the most compatible match, but not necessarily a soulmate. What soulmate means I won't go into, but suffice to say that Edward and Bella ARE soulmates, which means that it's an unavoidable love. No matter what happen, they will be inexplicably attracted to each other and forgetting that person is will be impossible. It's up to them to make it work the best way possible, which usually is easy, as vampires normally wants to please their mate. It's not like human who, in 50 years, have grown tired of their partner...

Preface - Alice's POV

I don't remember my human life. In fact, my very first memory was of myself burning as I turned into a vampire. Of course, at the time I had no idea what the burning had meant or what I was becoming.

When I awoke, I was alone and scared. My senses were heightened and visions of the future swam before my eyes. I saw myself hunting and draining humans, and though I found the visions terrifying, my thirst drove me.

For a while, I knew of no other way of life, and my old, human self with human morals struggled against my new vampire self. I was lucky, though. Not much later I started having visions of vampires with golden eyes. I saw visions of a different way of life, and I found myself hopeful and less alone.

The visions gave me hope, and they helped me prepare for the new life I would be leading. I wasn't certain of the hold up, but I trusted my visions and I focused on eating animals exclusively.

Not much later, another vision presented itself to me. I would be meeting someone precious; I would be meeting Jasper, my mate.

When you know the future, it is hard not to put yourself out there emotionally. I often feel like rushing things, because I'm already way ahead emotionally.

I know that people need to adjust to situations; they are not like me; they do not see and feel the future, and so they don't skip ahead. Skipping ahead means I make some people extremely uncomfortable, like when I met Jasper. I was already deeply in love with him, but he had no idea who I was. Luckily, he was easy to persuade, and together we prepared to join Carlisle's coven of peaceful and humane vampires.

I overstepped many boundaries when I met the Cullen family. I already loved Carlisle and Esme as my own parents, and Edward, Rosalie and Emmett as my siblings. I knew Jasper and I would fit perfectly into the family, but they didn't know it, and it was somewhat strange for them at first.

It's difficult for me to stay put and let things play out naturally, but my family has luckily accepted me as I am.

My visions were mainly used to ensure our peace and quiet, and also to ensure our expensive life-style. For a long time, life was simple and peaceful.

Then visions of a human girl started coming to me. They were rare and far apart, and they were always muddled, as if I had trouble seeing her.

At first, I wasn't certain why I saw her, but later I saw her and I have fun together. A human, no less.

The visions were always confusing and unfocused, and I kept them to myself. Not even Jasper, the most beloved being in my world, knew of them, but that was due to Edward's gift. I knew if Edward found out he would get angry; he saw us as a damned species. If Edward knew everyone would know.

Besides, I had no idea what it meant, so getting worked up over the visions was far too early.

As time passed I'd only see her once in a while, and the visions were always her and I doing little inconsequential things. I tried to look further into my future, but it didn't help or get better.

With surprised clarity, I looked into Jasper's future and I saw her! I actually saw her in his future as well! Of course, it made sense, as Jasper and I were linked, but the incoherent visions gave me the impression that they were friends, too.

That's when I looked into to the other's futures and saw what she was: she was Edward's mate.

I kept the visions even more tightly hidden, especially from Edward. I didn't need to be a psychic to know what would happen when he found out, and he didn't understand like I did. There was a piece of the puzzle missing, and forever is such a long time. We all needed her. Through my visions I had come to adore her, to love her.

Edward wouldn't understand; he would fight it. He, like Rosalie, had never accepted his fate, and he was utterly certain that we were spawn of evil; soulless monsters, destined for eternal hell.

The visions started to become more frequent, possibly because she had finally been born. They were still vague, as if I had trouble seeing her, so I scanned for my family's futures instead to see her impact.

It was obvious that she and I would be best friends, and it was obvious that one day she would join our family - forever. I only hoped Edward, or anyone else, wouldn't make the journey too difficult.

It's ironic how the most important thing I needed to see was so obscured!

As we moved to Forks, I knew that it would be soon! I wanted to tell everyone so much, but this was a future I didn't dare gamble with. The visions had always been vague, and still were, even when I looked at our own futures with her, so it made it enormously difficult to ensure that everything went well. I knew everything depended on Edward falling in love with her; once they were in love nothing would be able to separate them.

Two years after our own arrival in Fork, she finally came to Forks too, and I finally had a name: Isabella Swan, chief Swan's daughter.

She was the talk of the town, naturally, just as we had been when we first arrived only a few years prior.

I saw her for the first time with my own eyes at lunch. She was lovely! Just absolutely perfect for Edward.

They shared biology, and I knew that there was only one partner available for her to join: Edward. It was so perfect. Everything was falling perfectly into place.

We left for class, my anticipation hidden behind visions of Jasper's future. It always made Edward uncomfortable to watch me scan Jasper's future, because we all knew he struggled. I felt bad for the deception, but knew it wouldn't be necessary much longer.

And then… it all went to Hell. With just one sentence, all the futures I had ever had of Bella and our family disappeared.

She had smelled so tantalizing to Edward, and he had begged for another seat. When the teacher asked why Edward panicked.

"She reeks!" Edward hissed in reply. In an attempt to hide my knowledge of the future I didn't see what would happen. I was too late to stop Edward, and visions swam instantly before my eyes with new futures - all of them without Bella!

I was in shock; I heard the intakes of breaths from the students in biology, and then the sniggering started.

Edward switched seats, and Bella stayed by herself, humiliated.

Chapter 1 - humiliation

She reeks

He had actually said that. I felt the humiliation burn through me; as I blushed the sniggering became more evident.

When the bell rang, Edward was out of his seat as the very first one, not even looking back. The rest of the class looked at me,with obvious humor in their eyes, before they left. The guy who had been so kind to show me around this morning didn't offer again, nor did anyone else.

I considered switching class, but, to my horrified embarrassment, I found that Edward had had the same idea. Once more, he glared at me as if I was the most disgusting thing in the world. There were no other classes available, so I hurried off, still utterly humiliated.

On my way home, I picked up groceries. I tried to distract myself, but it was strange; Edward's words had hurt more than I could've imagined. He was nothing to me, and yet he was all I could think about. His cruel expression and words were running on repeat in my mind.

I had tried not to be upset at his words, but eventually I ended up sniffling.

Come on, Bella, get a grip. You didn't have friends before, and you don't need anyone now, I told myself.

A part of me had hoped that I would finally fit in somewhere. My last school had been so big that I drowned in the masses, and this school was so small that I stood out like a sore thumb.

I scanned the papers for a contingency plan, such as jobs and anything that could take my mind away from the loneliness. I had had a paper route in Phoenix and it had held me occupied. Perhaps if I found something similar, I would be able to ignore everything else better.

Besides, I need to save for college as well, I reasoned with myself. Now I didn't need to be distracted by friends…

The feeling was sour, though, and Charlie told me happily that people were so nice in this town and that he was certain that I would make some good friends.

My job hunting was set aside shortly to give the town a chance.

From what I had gathered, the Cullen children were far from popular, but their lack of popularity was chosen and not given. When Edward had said I reeked, the rest of the school just followed mindlessly. It's was a flock mentality. If he tried, he could easily become the most popular guy at school. I had seen the adoring looks the girls had given him, and the angry, jealous looks the boys had sent.

Of course, I was quick to realize, Lauren and Jessica didn't make it easier. The second day of school had been infinitesimally better at first, as some of the guys had ignored Edward's cruel jibe and approached me. Some guy called Mike had tried to include me. However, when Lauren and Jessica got to him, he quickly retreated and he never offered his goodwill again.

They had been interested in the new toy, and Lauren and Jessica had effectively put a stop to it.

After my first day I didn't see Edward again for a while. Rosalie looked like she wanted to murder me, while Alice looked uncertain and confused. Jasper and Emmett didn't really bother to look at me, for which I was grateful. I didn't know what was up with them, but I started to hate them. Rosalie had no right to act as if I had driven her brother away.

I forced myself to ignore them, to ignore all of them, and my lunch was spent at a table for myself, in the far back. As far away from the Cullens and anyone else as possible. I studied during lunch, which forced me to focus on something else, and it helped a lot.

My first weekend meant job-hunting. I had given the people a chance, but their sheep mentality and their fear of standing out had resulted in my exclusion. I was certain I didn't smell. Lauren and Jessica had disliked the attention I had gotten, and had eagerly spread Edward Cullen's cruel attitude.

Only to the end of high school, I told myself, over and over again. It was hard, for with each passing day, I found myself getting angrier and angrier with the students of Forks High. I tried to retreat into myself, but it was difficult when the school was so small. People stared, they whispered, and they teased. It could hear them easily, and I burned red with humiliation and anger.

The anger surprised me. I had never been an angry person, and I had usually never been able to hold a grudge. However, I found that this was so unfair that I was utterly pissed off.

I was far from a naïve high school girl. I knew teenagers sucked. I started fantasizing about getting revenge; the fantasies were both ridiculously outlandish, and sometimes plain boring. It was when I was considering a pretty boring fantasy that I had my first realization: I didn't want to just ride this out. What had happened wasn't fair and I was done being humiliated.

I wanted to be better than them; I wanted to become stronger and be unaffected by their stupid behavior. I wanted to ignore Lauren and Jessica, and I wanted to ignore Edward's stupid and weird family. I strove to rise above the stares and whispers, and my posture become more upright.

The looks peeled off of me, outwardly. Inside, I was still affected, but I found strength in my outward attitude. I found strength in keeping my head high and not caring about them.

There were no jobs in town, except for the sports store, which was owned by Mike's parents. I was certainly not going to apply there. The humiliation had stung, and I'd rather see as little of the people from school as possible.

In my second weekend I went to Port Angeles. Sure, it took a little over an hour to get there in my truck, but I felt I didn't have a choice, if I wanted to occupy myself; it seemed pretty clear that I was a social No-Go. Since I had arrived I'd received disgusted looks, mocking nose-pinches (as if I really did smell) and being obviously ignored.

I found a job at the local library, which was great as I loved to read, and they allowed me to study when there were no patrons who needed assistance. I was able to work most weekends and a few hours on weekdays, so I found I would be busy, which was all I wanted.

"Bella, you need to hang out with your friends as well," Charlie told me when I announced my plans for getting a job.

"Dad, I want to go to college," I told him, ignoring his point about friends. I didn't want to tell him that on my third week here in Forks I was now a total outcast, who was basically being humiliated every day I went to school. I didn't want to tell him about the jeers, the laughs, the constant mocking. I could handle the silly teenagers, but I wouldn't be able to handle Charlie's pain and worry.

"Bella, you don't need to think about money, your mother and I-" Charlie protested.

"Are saving for your own retirement. Dad, I want this. I came to visit you. As long as I have you I'm happy," I assured him. It was partly a lie, but I couldn't exactly tell him anything else. "Besides, I want to go somewhere big." Charlie relented, uncertain, but I knew he was pleased about my focus being on him.

I was studying behind the desk at the library when a voice interrupted me.

"Hello, Bella," I looked up surprised at Alice Cullen. My heart constricted in discomfort. Outwardly, I was calm.

"Hello, what can I do for you, Miss Cullen," I wondered. I showed impeccable politeness as a way to distance myself. Alice's expression fell and her eyes seemed distant for a second. I waited patiently, trying to not be too uncomfortable by her presence. The way she looked at me creeped me out.

She seemed to debate with herself for a few seconds, before finally asking for non-fiction. I gestured to the general area, and watched her leave despondently.

She looked so uncertain, and so confused. To me, it looked like Alice always looked uncertain and confused; I hardly ever saw her with a different expression. I had prepared myself for my reaction if anyone spoke to me, and I was pleased to see that I had managed an aloof attitude.

I was angry inside, though. I knew it wasn't Alice's fault, and yet I just wanted nothing to do with her, her family or the rest of Forks. I felt so humiliated at what Edward had said, and the rest of them were just stupid sheep. I was glad she didn't linger near me, as I didn't know how I'd respond if she spoke to me further.

She stayed late, though I hardly took notice. Seeing her had reminded me of Edward, and it made me angry. Angry that someone could be so cruel, but also because I was bothering to waste my time being hurt. I wished I could just ignore them and move on.

After the first month in Forks things became much more bearable. No one glanced at me anymore and I was left to my own devices always. I had a firm routine with Charlie already built: I'd prepare dinner whenever I got home from work, around 7pm, and we usually ate at 8pm. It was a bit later, but the pay I got was worth it and it allowed me prepare for college better.

I spent my evenings with Charlie, all homework usually done while at work, or at school, since I was so far ahead. It was surprisingly nice, and we became much more comfortable with each other.

Being so similar meant we could broach private matters at a comfortable pace, unlike with Renee, where she overstepped my boundaries with several miles, usually shutting me up instantly.

In the beginning of February, I had my first close call with Death. I had always been unfortunate, and I actually found myself pretty fortunate in this instance.

Despite the icy roads, getting to school was a piece of cake. I arrived with plenty of time to spare, but most had arrived early as well, probably anticipating that it would take more time. I steadied myself on my car as I got out, but quickly moved onwards as the cold penetrated my coat.

I heard a high, screeching sound, and I turned just in time to see a blue van smash right into my car - and where I had been only seconds ago. Screaming instantly replaced the screeching of the tires, and the blue van was swarmed with people.

Feeling in the way, I moved to the side, keeping an eye on the process. Tyler Crowley had been the driver, and having hit black ice, his car had spun out of control. I watched as the ambulance arrived, and Charlie as well, who instantly recognized my car.

"Bella!" He yelled, alarmed, and reached for me in a second. I could see he was checking me for damages, but for once I was safe and unharmed.

"I'm okay, dad," I assured him. "I didn't think the roads were that icy," I admitted, while surveying the roads. Looking at them now, they did seem slippery.

"I put snow chains on your tires this morning," Charlie admitted, and I looked past him to my now ruined car. I could see the chains securing my tires, and I felt very happy of his thoughtfulness.

"Thanks dad," I told him, sincerely. He seemed to redden at the attention.

"I think you need a new car," he admitted, seeing as the side of my car was damaged a lot. I was glad to see that the car would've kept me somewhat safe had I been inside when Tyler hit it, but there was no doubt that it would need to be replaced. Getting it fixed would cost too much. "I will pick you up after school, today," he promised me.

"I got work after school," I said, but he simply nodded at me. His attention was back on the scene, and he had to leave with the ambulance.

School was very quiet today, as it seemed most had used the accident as an excuse to avoid school.

English, my first subject on the day, had no other occupants but myself, and it allowed me to finally ask Mr. Berty for extra credit material, which would look great on my college application.

The day was pretty quiet, and as always I was by myself. Lunch stood out only because the Cullens were staring, or rather Alice Cullen was staring. I remembered her staring this morning in the parking lot as well, but I assumed it was the accident she had been staring at. Now, when I noticed her staring at me at lunch, I realized I might've been mistaken in my assumption. Even her siblings sent me the occasional glance, which I had no idea how to analyze.

I found her eyes unsettling, it was as if she was looking at me, but not really seeing me. She seemed to be unsure, and at one point I was even certain she was about to come over to me.

I prepared to defend myself, to stand up for myself, but she suddenly changed course and left the room. I hadn't realized how tense I was until the last class of the day was over. I felt so cornered by Alice. Her constant glances made me tighten up and get angry. I wanted to blame someone, but most of all I wanted to let go. I wasn't sure why I had trouble ignoring her, or why the Cullens generally created such strong reactions in me. None of the other students made me feel tense and ready to pounce. But then again, all the other students were ignoring me; the Cullens, on the other hand, always stared.

I met Charlie out in the parking lot after school.

"Hey dad," I greeted Charlie. My truck was already moved, I noticed.

"Hey kiddo," Charlie greeted and gesture for me to jump in. I hated driving in the cruiser, as it always felt like people were staring, but since my first day I'd been an outcast, so I was getting used to both the intense staring or the absolute silence. Besides, screw them. Let them stare.

"I called your job to say you couldn't make it today," Charlie admitted with a grin and I stared at him surprised. "I'm taking you out to buy a car in Port Angeles." He grinned happily. I matched his grin easily, pleased at the notion. I had really liked my truck, as it had been sturdy, but I also liked the thought of picking out one myself.

Charlie insisted he'd pay for my car. My only requirement was that I wanted one that could handle a little more speed, or at least going to the speed limit without falling apart. It would make getting to work a bit quite a bit faster.

I fell in love with Volkswagen Beetle, which seemed to be in good condition, but Charlie insisted it be like a truck. With my luck he preferred if I was at least somewhat safe inside the car, and though the Beetle was nice, it was also very breakable. My old truck would've kept me somewhat safe had I been inside when Tyler had hit it. Unfortunately, I hadn't and it was pure luck that I hadn't been squished flat. I had been very fortunate this time around, so it was better not to tempt fate.

Charlie spotted a pick-up truck which was in very good condition, but it was also quite a bit pricier than what I thought was necessary. I didn't want Charlie to spend money unnecessarily, but he insisted. The car resembled the one I'd had before, though in much better condition and a good deal newer. If this one broke, I would at least be able to find spare parts for it. It looked sturdy and safe, but the color, which was a terrible screaming orange, haunted me. I mentally joked to myself that if I bought the car, I could pretend that people stared at the car, not at me.

I enjoyed driving it home, and it felt much better than my last truck. It was definitely much faster. In Forks, people stared and I mentally flipped each and every one of them off.

I was grateful for Charlie's actions and consideration, and I prepared his favorite dish as thank you.

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