Hey everyone! I've decided to start another fanfic! Here's the summary:

Cynthia, if anyone remembers from New Moon, is Alice Cullen's human sister. This fic is going to be Pre-Twilight. Cynthia and Alice are closer than ever. But when Alice starts acting different, and slowly slipping away, what will Cynthia do? It's up to Cynthia to save her sister, before it's too late.

This NOT the first chapter. Its just a Prolouge. If no one is interested in this story, then I won't bother continuing.

Prolouge

I stared hard at the board. There was only two possible moves left, and one of them would surely compromise me. If I moved my bishop instead of my knight, I had a chance. My hand hovered over the bishop, and then I paused. Just a second too long.

"Ahh…tsk tsk." The brunette in front of me shook her head in mock disapproval, before flashing a set of perfect white teeth at me.

I decided to move the knight instead of the bishop…but what if it was a trick? I decided to go with my gut. I moved my knight, and then stared up at her.

"Beat that!" I challenged, smiling back at her.

"Okay." She said simply. She then moved her rook, and grinned. "Checkmate!"

I groaned. I should have seen that coming. "Alice! You cheated!"

She smiled, and shook her head, causing her dark brown hair to ripple across her shoulders. "I did not. I simply used this." She used her index finger to tap her temple.

"No fair." I pouted, jutting my lower lip out and sticking out my chin a knot. No matter how many times I tried, I could never beat her.

"Better luck next time." She smiled wider, and winked at me. "I think we should get ready for dinner. You know mom will yell at us to do it anyways pretty soon."

I nodded. She knew mom so well. Actually, my sister was fairly right about most things. She had an uncanny knack for just knowing.

Sure enough, not even a full five seconds had passed before our mother poked her head around the corner and eyed us. "Good, you girls are cleaning up. I was just about to tell you guys to get cleaned up. Dinner's almost ready."

"Ok." Alice and I said in unison. I picked up the plastic bag and held it out for my sister. She held the chessboard at an angle over the table, and used her hand to coop the pieces into the bag, before placing it on the table.

"Thanks." She said as we stood up. "I'll race ya to the bathroom!" She had already taken off before she finished the sentence. I was right behind her.

"Girls! No running in the house!" Our mother shouted from the kitchen. We we're giggling hysterically as we proceeded to wash our hands.

"What's so funny?" Our father asked as he walked past the door. When I looked up at him, Alice flicked water in my face.

"Hey!" I yelled, wiping my face on my shirt sleeve.

"Ha!" She laughed, and ducked under our dad and skipped away before I could react.

"Woah," My dad stuck out his hand to stop me from following. "You know how your mother is, Cynthia. Please don't run in the house."

I groaned, and made a face. "But Alice—"

"—Mary," He corrected. Our parents preferred to call their daughter by her real name. Alice always said she preferred her middle name instead of her first name. "—knows better, and so do you. Are you always going to do everything you see your sister do?" He asked sharply, disapproval in his tone.

If I could, I would. I thought. Alice was absolutely the best sister in the world, without a doubt. She and I rarely fought, and we did everything together. We we're extremely close, which was odd for our age differences. Alice is 17, and I'm 14.

Alice wasn't the average moody 17 year old. She was always smiling, always happy. That's what I loved most about her. No matter where she went, Alice always brings her own sunshine.

"No dad," I huffed, just to pacify him. "Sorry."

"Hm." He nodded, and dropped his hand.

Dinner was quiet, as always. Our parents preferred it this way. Young ladies were to be seen and not heard, according to them .It drove Alice and I crazy. Silence was not normal for us.

"Alice, would you please pass the potatoes?" I asked sweetly, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing when Alice made a face at me and winked. This was our loophole, and she already knew what my plan was. My parents strongly discouraged calling my sister Alice. Sometimes I think they regretted giving her that as a middle name. If I didn't call her Mary, it bugged them. She said it didn't matter what we called her, it didn't bother her. Nothing ever did, of course.

"Sure, Cynthia!" She replied, just barely hiding the smile in her voice. "Would you like anything else?" She asked politely.

"Hm…I'm not sure just yet, Alice. What about you? Would you like anything?"

Our parents exchanged annoyed glances but said nothing, and silently chewed their food. We continued like this until our plates were full.

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I wish I could say that we lived a simple, happy life. I wish I could say Alice and I remained close, and my parents eventually accepted her as Alice Brandon, but life doesn't quite work that way.

Little did I know, the Alice I knew would slowly start slipping away before my eyes. She would become nothing but a shell. I would have to do everything in my power—which wasn't that much—to save her from herself, before it was too late.

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