A/N So this started out as a one-shot…how, I have no idea. But it developed and I'm not sure if I want to keep it going. I have so ideas for it but I'm not sure. Opinions?

Post Eclipse, none of that Breaking Dawn business. Bella is not changed.

Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Carlisle, Esme, Bella and Edward all sat in a huge circle in the Cullen kitchen. No one was smiling, no one was joking, not even Emmett. Bella sat, chalk white, so close to Edward that they might as well have been fused together. Not that anyone else really was far apart.

"Alice," Edward said, shattering the silence that had settled over them. "What exactly did you see?" his voice was curt, making Jasper from at him. Jasper rubbed circles over the back of Alice's hand with his thumb. She took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably under the seven pairs of eyes now trained on her.

"Anastasia has decided to come and pay us a visit," she said. Her usual clear and jovial voice was dark and dull.

"Who's Anastasia?" Bella asked, confused.

"Jasper and I ran into her when we were searching for our family," Alice said, her face dark. "She's insane."

"Very insane," Jasper cut in. "She's old, a lot older than any of us, even Carlisle. She's gotten bored with the normal things in life, even normal for us. This gives her some twisted ideas of what's amusing and acceptable."

"She's showy, but she's good at staying just on this side of angering the Volturi," Alice said.

"What's she done?" Emmett asked. Jasper and Alice had told them some weird stories about Anastasia, but none that fit the disturbed and twisted image they put with her. Alice's eyes darkened, so did Jasper's.

"She," Jasper said slowly, "is the most disgusting and gruesome thing I've ever come across. I would rather not go into detail." He and Edward shuddered in unison at the mental images that assaulted Jasper's mind, and Edward's via Jasper. "Let's say that she is brutal, creative, and completely without a conscience. She enjoys the sounds of screams." The Cullens knew how bad someone had to be to rate as the worst Jasper has ever encountered.

Alice ran her fingers up and down Jasper's arm, feeling the tension he held in his body.

"Why is she coming?" Carlisle asked.

"Alice and I are the only two who have ever had the strength to oppose her," Jasper said. "I think it relates to how she took us together. She had never taken partners together before. We still would have had a great desire to fight her had she taken us separately, but being together gave us more strength, more…power," Jasper said, searching for the right word.

"I think she wants another shot," Alice said. She buried her face in her hands. Jasper disentangled his arm from around Alice's and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Alice laid her head on his shoulders.

"She was particularly curious about Alice," Jasper muttered through gritted teeth. The trend of whack-jobs being interested in Alice was not a pattern her appreciated.

"So," Emmett said, practical as always. "What do we do?" Jasper sighed as he looked around the room.

"I'm not sure there's much we can do," he said slowly. "Also…she has a particularly…strange gift."

A/N Shall I continue? Yay, nay?