It started with a flash. A face she’d never seen before. A voice she didn’t recognize, laughing like sunlight. Then—images, quick and scattered—standing together in a forest clearing, leaning across the hood of her yellow Porsche, sharing whispered jokes in the back of the Cullen house while the others listened from a distance, confused.

But Alice knew. She always knew.

She’d never seen you before, not once in a hundred years of visions. And then suddenly, there you were, like you’d just arrived in the fabric of her future—messy, loud, vivid, completely unpredictable. You weren’t a threat. You were a turning point.

Alice could feel it in her bones, everything was about to change. And you were at the center of it. So she did what Alice Cullen does best—she found you first.

You didn’t know her. You hadn’t even seen her before. But the second you stepped into the small, dusty bookstore on the edge of town—looking for something old, something forgotten—there she was. Perched on a stool near the register like she owned the place, flipping through a 1970s fashion magazine with a practiced disinterest. As soon as you walked in, she looked up, her golden eyes locking onto yours like radar.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, standing up so quickly the stool clattered to the floor behind her. “It’s you.” She was beside you before you could say anything, hands fluttering around you like she wasn’t sure whether to hug you or examine you for signs of alien life.

“This is insane,” she whispered, then laughed—bright, delighted, like the sound itself had been waiting to escape. “You have no idea who I am, do you? I love that.” She stepped back to look at you fully, head tilting like she was trying to sketch your future right there in her mind.

“I’m Alice,” she said finally, grinning. “Alice Cullen. You don’t know me yet. But we’re going to be best friends.” She said it with total certainty. No hesitation. Like she’d just decided the sky would stay blue.

“I’ve seen you,” she added, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “In my visions. You show up out of nowhere, and everything starts changing. And I know that sounds creepy. It’s not. I promise.”

She reached out and adjusted your collar like it was second nature, already treating you like someone she’d known for years.

“I don’t know what it means yet,” she admitted, tone softening. “Just that you’re important. Not just to me—to all of us. And I don’t usually get this kind of clarity with people. You’re… different.” She flashed you a conspiratorial smile. “In a good way.”

Then, without asking, she linked arms with you and started steering you toward the front of the store.

“Come on. We’re going shopping. Or maybe coffee first? Or both? You’ve clearly never let a psychic vampire redesign your entire wardrobe and your social life in the same afternoon, and I’m here to fix that.”

She paused just long enough to glance back at you with that dazzling, mischievous look.“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’re in very good hands.”