Author's note: I believe that Alice has an amazing story that is worth the justice of being told in full detail. I hope you all enjoy it! I do not claim the Twilight Saga, that is the work of the magnificent Stephanie Meyer! Please tell me what you think of this in the form of comments and subscriptions if you like it!!

The storm raged violently like a great uprising from the sea as Dianna and Mark Brandon stayed beneath the ground, safely in their storm shelter. Their young daughter Cynthia was nestled beneath a blanket, fast asleep through all of the action. They were safe in their storm shelter so deep below the ground but Dianna was not doing well. She was with child and the stress was not good for her so late in the pregnancy. "Mark," She whispered, turning tearfully to face her husband. "I think the baby is coming." Dianna's eyes were filled with panic as contractions came painfully. This had been going on for some time now but she thought she could make the baby wait.

"Dianna we have to get to a hospital…but the storm…" Mark's face went pale as he noticed all of the blood, there was too much blood.

"Mark I'm scared," She screamed as she grabbed his hand tightly.

Cynthia started to stir beneath her blanket, she looked up at her mother and father's panic and curled back into a corner, frightened by the blood just like her father. "Daddy is Mommy dying?" She asked her father.

"No Cynthia, Mommy will be just fine." Mark said firmly. "We have to try to get to the hospital." He decided. "Cynthia no matter what happens, stay here we will come back for you." He promised as he opened the door, wind and rain hitting pelting them sharply. He picked up his wife and ran to the car; the hospital was just down the street. They would have to make it. The contractions were getting closer and closer together as Dianna screamed a blood curdling scream.

Somehow, they managed to get down the street to the hospital. Mark parked the car and picked Dianna up carefully and ran inside. The hospital took her and placed her in a wheel chair and told Mark to wait in the lobby. Their faces looked bleak. "No I won't wait out here-" He started to follow them but the door to the emergency room slammed shut and he was left out there pounding on it, listening to his wife's desperate cries for him. He was covered in almost as much blood as she was and he felt lightheaded. "Please heavenly father, let our little girl be ok, please let our little girl live forever and let nothing harm her. Please help the child and Dianna be ok." He was in tears, kneeling and praying desperately.

Less than half an hour later one of the doctors came to get Mark, his wife was going to need a blood transfusion and a few days in the hospital but she was going to be ok and their daughter was fine. She was quite tiny, even for an infant, but everything was ok with her. Soon, they brought her in. Dianna was unconscious so they handed the child to Mark. She was a beautiful little girl, eyes of bright blue and skin as pale as a porcelain doll. Little strands of dark hair were faint on her head and she smiled at her father. She never made any noise, no crying or anything all night long that first night as Mark slept.

The next morning, Dianna was awake and she looked over to see her husband asleep with a baby in a hospital crib next to him. She tried to reach over and touch the smiling baby but there was an IV needle in her arm. She was still for a moment and finally spoke. "Mary Alice is what we will name her, Mary Alice Brandon." She smiled at this name.

Weeks later, the Brandon's were home and had been there for quite some time and they began to notice little Mary Alice's oddness. She never did anything but smile. She slept like an angel through the night and woke in the mornings when she should. At first, she seemed like the perfect child. The Brandon's felt very blessed that their child was such an ideal angel.

This perfection seemed to last for years, until Mary Alice started to get older. She was nearly 2 years old now and the child had never uttered a single sound. She was responsive to what was said to her, she knew what her parents and sister were saying but she didn't speak or even attempt. Concerned, Dianna and Mark took their child to a doctor. Everything was perfectly right with her except for the fact that she refused to speak. Even when given her vaccination shots, she remained perfectly quiet and calm. Afterwards, she smiled at her mother and reached up to her. She was such a loving child but it made her parents upset when she did not talk.

For years even after that she did not talk and when she reached the age of 5, it was time for her to go to school. In her studies, she was bright but she stayed away from the other children and was often caught staring into space. One day, her mother decided to take her for a walk on the beach to spend some time with her daughter that she was so worried for. "Mary Alice you have to speak, please speak for mommy," She begged, tears almost coming to her eyes after an hour of taking to her unresponsive daughter. Mary Alice reached up and wiped her mother's tears away with her hand but soon got that glassy look in her eyes.

She knelt down and began drawing in the sand while staring up straight forward. Her drawings were so realistic; first she drew the beach and then the ocean and a boat, her families fishing craft. She drew her mother jumping off of the fishing boat and then waves splashing, she drew her mother again but this time drew an X over her mother's body. When her eyes became normal again she looked at her mother, frightened and then at what she had drawn, shook her head and then took off running down the beach.