A/N: This is a Twilight remix. Instead of the canon couples it will be Alice/Bella and Jasper/Edward with the focus on A/B. There is just too much chemistry to ignore. The story will follow the general plot of the books/movies and will be told from both Alice and Bella's p.o.v.s and possibly the other Cullens.

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Alice

I saw her long before I ever met her. She—this girl—was the complete opposite of my family and I. Where we were graceful, she was the clumsiest person I had ever imagined could exist. Our beauty was skin deep and hers was just below the skin. She had unspectacular brown hair and deep brown eyes that were simple and expected but somehow suit her perfectly. They weren't distinct, but to me they seemed beautiful. And for some reason I could not understand, I found everything about her intriguing—her appearance, her clothing, her mannerisms. I was utterly charmed by this human girl and I didn't even know her name.

When I came out of my vision my sister Rosalie startled me. "How long have you been there?" I asked.

"Only for a minute." She narrowed her tawny eyes at me. "You've been having a lot of visions lately."

"Yes," I chirped in agreement but feeling no need to explain myself. I got up off of my bed to close my bedroom door. In this family that was more of a formality than anything else. After all, vampires had nearly perfect hearing and a thin wooden door did nothing to stop wandering ears.

I sat back down on the bed and waited for Rosalie to speak again. "May I?" she asked gesturing towards the bed. This in itself was unusual. Rosalie didn't usually ask. Usually Rosalie did what Rosalie wanted.

"I suppose. Is there something you want to talk about, Rose?"

"Yes, actually. You've been very distant lately. I talked to Edward—"

"You talked to Edward about me." My tone was neither accusatory nor curious. It wasn't even a question, just a reiteration of Rosalie's previous statement.

Rosalie nodded, her blonde waves bobbing up and down. "Just briefly." She fidgeted with my quilt uncharacteristically. She was hesitant to reveal whatever she was about to say. "I—I wondered if maybe he read your thoughts and knew anything about these visions you have been having." She cautiously placed a hand on my leg. "Please forgive me, Alice. I was concerned."

"Did he?" I ignored my sister's concern as I bristled at the thought of Edward seeing the same images I had. For some reason these visions seemed very private to me. They were my own personal treasure. The idea of Edward reading my thoughts and taking these visions from me seemed like such a basic violation of my privacy.

"No. But you have been secretive about them. As long as we have been sisters I have never known you to be silent about anything." She smiled at me and I laughed. It is the truth; I talk incessantly about anything and everything. It is a fact my family has grown accustomed to. "I never thought I would miss hearing your voice, but it seems I do," Rose admitted.

I placed my hand on top of Rosalie's. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Rose. My visions have been—unexpected—lately. Not bad or wrong, just unexpected." This was the best way I could think of to describe them.

"Unexpected? Do you usually expect your visions?" Rosalie sounded genuinely curious.

I shook my head. "No…it's just…" I sighed. "Different. They aren't a warning or a demonstration of the outcome of a decision one of us has made. They're just glimpses of someone's life, like little video clips."

Rosalie furrowed her brow. "Someone as in your mate?"

I curled my knees up to my chest and tucked my chin. "Oh, that would be lovely, wouldn't it? It's a girl." I said the last part as if it answered her question

"So? Why should that stop you? Look at how happy Edward and Jasper are." Edward and Jasper are our (also adopted) brothers who were finally happily in love with each other after years of avoiding their feelings for one another. It had taken them many years to accept their feelings for each other because of their old-fashioned pasts.

I laughed at Rosalie. I had no problem with homosexuality. How could I? I couldn't remember my human life, let alone any convictions I might have had on same-sex relationships. "I don't care if my mate is a boy, girl, or something in between. But she's human," I informed my sister.

"Ah. I see the problem."

"You have no idea." I toyed with the idea of trusting Rosalie with my greatest secret and made my decision quickly. I may as well tell her. Secrets didn't tend to stay that way for long in our family and I would rather share my feelings with my siblings voluntarily when given the opportunity. "I think I'm already in love with her," I admitted.