A Twilight Fanfiction
Me : welcome to the land of magic and wonders! i hope you likie this story. i was bored in class when we were reading romeo and juliet, so i started writing random crap and VOILA!
This is an AU. JacobXBella EdwardXAlice and JasperXOC
Summary : Alice has a vision. The Volturi have an innocent human girl trapped within the walls, and she's Bella's older sister! The Volturi send this girl to her father's home in America, to live with her real family, even though she feels her home is in Italy, with her native tongue.
On her first day, Alice immidiately befriends the girl, and shows her around, and meets the rest of the Cullens, who have a harder time keeping their secret from her; she seems so trustworthy. But they don't know that she already knows. She knows everything. . .
Jasper gets smitten with this girl. He can't get her out of his mind, and it's driving Edward crazy as well. This poor girl has to deal with bitchy/snotty girls in school, including Bella, a crazy, hormone-driven teenage vampire, and a secret of her own.
Prologue Alice's POV
A flash. A small, young girl around 7 sits on a 4-posted canopy bed, hugging a plushie of a monkey close to her chest. Her pale face is tear-stained, and she's screaming. "Fratello Demetri! Aiutare!" (Italian, "Brother Demetri! Help!")
A tall, dark man runs with inhuman speed towards the little girl. "Babmi, cara, ciò che in cielo sta succedendo?" He sits on the bed next to her, and wraps his ice-cold arms around her, pulling her close. Brushing away her long, dark, curly brown hair from her face, his red eyes meet her wet, hazel ones. (Italian, "Babmi, darling, what in heavens is going on?)
Hearing no reply, Demetri knows instantly. "Hai avuto incubi madre e padre e sorella ancora una volta, poco uno?" His voice is full of compassion, understanding, to the poor child, and anger and hatred towards her parents that left her here in Italy. (Italian, "Did you have nightmares about your mother, father, and sister, Little One?")
Here came her gentle reply of "Si." ("Yes"). Demetri wriddles in fury. He was definitely going to blow off steam later. But for now, he just pulled the child in a sleeping position, and begins singing softly, some Italian lullabies to calm her down.
Scene changes. A tween, 12, 13, with long, dark brown, hair down to her waist in messy curls, pale, milky skin, and hazel eyes, walks around ancient-looking halls. She wears a V-neck, long-sleeved, bloodred shirt, skinny jeans, and tan Uggs, and a solid black, hooded cape around her shoulders, dragging on the floor. She has a look of curiousity on her face.
She looks in many rooms, opening the heavy doors effortlessly. She seems to be giving up, until she spots someone else.
Around the corner, stalks a young woman, 18, with light, golden-brown hair braided around her head, and down just passed her shoulders. She wears a dark blue blouse, and black slacks, which clashes with her white skin, and bloodred eyes. She also wears a hooded cape, but instead of black, hers is dark gray.
The tween makes her way to the other female. She sees the angry face of the other. "La zia Jane, come mai lei sono scontenti salvo qualcuno viene danneggiato?" Her voice is high soprano, ringing softly through the candle-lit halls of beige-colored marble. (Italian, "Aunt Jane, how come you are unhappy unless someone is injured?")
The older woman relaxes, and the corners of her mouth just barely twitch up, but the tween still sees it. "Perché la piccola, il dolore è una cosa ci dice che siamo ancora vivo." She pats the child on the head, running her fingers through the already messy curls. "Gli esseri umani non sanno come fortunati che hanno ancora un cuore, benché io sono certo che non desiderate questo?" She smirks when the tween nods her head. ("Because Little One, pain is what tells us we are alive. Humans do not know how lucky they are that they still have a heart, though I am sure you do not wish this?")
The older walks away, leaving her polar opposite standing in the corridor dazed and confused.
I stand in the middle of a dark forest. There are no birds chirping, no squirrles eating nuts or berries. No physical signs of life. That's when I hear it. A heart beat. A very fast heart beat. It's going too fast to be healthy. I run.
I follow the sound, and soon I get the scent. A sweet scent like strawberries, but it's not fully human.
There is a clearing just ahead. I'm there in less than a second. There, lies a girl, about 17. She's wearing white jean shorts that stop mid-thigh, Uggs, and a black tanktop with blue lining. Her hair was long and dark, rivaling Miley Cirus's from that one song Party in the USA or something. Her pale skin becomes white, her heart beat stops.
I hear a shuffling. From the right of where I'm standing, comes of a vampire, with blonde hair, and gold eyes. He's tall, around 6 feet. He's lean, with enough muscle for it to be noticed. He has a strong jawline, and broad shoulders to match. This is my brother, Jasper Hale Cullen.
He drifts over to the girl, and kneels down. "It's time to awake, my little soldier. Time to see you've not only won the battle, but you've won the war." Jasper uses his Southern accent, and I smirk. This person is obviously important enough for him to use that in their presence.
The girl opens her eyes. They are the same hazel eyes I've seen before, but with a twinge of red in them from bloodlust. "Jasper." Her whispered voice is bells, the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.
"Yes, my love. How do you feel, my dear wife?" Wife? Jasper helps her sit up, then wraps an arm around her shoulders. She snuggles closer.
"Llike I've been through Hell''s Flames and back, but I'm out of it, so I'm good.Come siete, il mio amore?"(How are you, my love?) She has a very subtle Italian accent, but it shows Italian is her first language.
"I'm good, knowing that you'll be with me for the rest of eternity." He kisses her gently.
Then it turns black.
Jasper gets a wife? When he hasn't fallen in love for nearly 50 years? Why was this girl with the Volturi and human?
I opened my eyes. The glaze in them drift off, and I focus my view. My family are sitting around me, looking somewhat concerned, and somewhat curious.
"Does that really happen, Alice?" I turn, and look into the golden eyes of my brother and husband, Edward. His brown hair was messy, probably from running his fingers through it constantly. He looks ecstatic.
I nod, smiling wildly. "Yup. And it'll begin soon, soon as she comes back."
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