The VISION ( An ALICE cullens) Story.

Chapter Four

Chapter 4

Nessie's POV

I looked up to see glowing red eyes, illuminated and ominous in the midst of the trees.

"Run, Nessie!" my dad yelled. Suddenly, he was in front of me, snarling at the eyes.

I didn't need to be told twice. I abandoned the deer and ran to my mother, who was also in a fighting stance toward the eyes.

"Go, Nessie" Mom growled, intent on the eyes. "Run home and tell the others."

I was about to argue, but I knew it would do no good. I hugged my mom and ran for the woods. Just as I reached them, I was halted by an immobile rock. I looked up to see it was another vampire holding me, grinning evilly down at me.

From behind him, my mom spun around and was across the field in a second, leaping at the vampire's back. My dad didn't turn around - he knew my mom would be okay.

He released me to fight my mom. I started to run again, but was captured. A blindfold was tied around my eyes and my arms bound behind my back.

"Nessie!"

I couldn't see my dad, but as soon as he said that I heard a sickening *snap*. Tears streaked my face, both from fear and worry.

I was lifted from the ground and thrown onto a hard rock. The rock started to move. From the feel of it, we were taking a regular stroll through the woods.

The sounds of the fight were distant now, but I could still hear them. Yells of anguish, snaps of arms being twisted off, and the roar of a bonfire. I couldn't see the stack of purple smoke, but my half-vampire nose could smell it.

My choked sobs grew louder with fright. "Stop crying!" the rock ordered.

I could hear voices in my head, memories of my loved ones. I could hear my mom, my dad, my aunts and uncles and all the others... And then I heard one voice that snapped me out of my helplessness.

Fight, Nessie! Don't let them do this!

Jake, I thought sadly.

My vision sharpened against the black, identifying each fiber of the blindfold. My ears and nose picked up other sounds, and I immediately knew where we were headed.

I knew a branch was up ahead, and I waited. When it was directly above us, I snapped the rock's fingers and leaped for the branch.

"Hey!" the rock yelled, making a grab for me.

I timed his hands by the wind, and karate-chopped it. He pulled back with a yelp. I climbed higher into the tree, ripping off my blindfold and leaping back onto the ground. I began to run as fast as I could, back toward home.

Now that my vision had returned, my other senses dulled. So I didn't hear the faint whistle in the air as the rock hurtled toward me.

It resounded with a crack as it connected with the back of my skull, and I fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was the dirt rushing toward my face before I fell into unconsciousness