Forgotten
I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. Though I made up one character, Clarence.
This is a story in Alice's point of view. In Twilight, James confesses that only one person has escaped him, and that person is Alice. This is the story of her past, and how it was forgotten and when she goes on a hunt to find out what really happened, what will she uncover?
Edward told me. I was still in the ballet studio, staring at the blue screen in front of me. James, the evil sadistic vampire that tried to kill Bella had a tape saying where I came from. I never knew of my past. It was like becoming a vampire sucked away my past and gave me an ability to see the future.
I rewinded the tape and played it. Determined to find out about what had happened to me. James came on to the screen. "I will not let this one get away. Not like the other. That short, spiky black-haired vampire will never remember what her past brought. She was my one and only exception. All because of that stupid vampire Clarence. I don't know what he was thinking when he bit her. Trying to save her, I guess. I don't know. She was just at the wrong place at the wrong time." And then the tape cut off and went blue again. I stared at the screen, holding my breath. I didn't know what to think. If I could cry, I probably would be right now. I stood up and caught up with Jasper, who was waiting patiently by the door, knowing I wanted to see the tape alone. I didn't need him fretting over me any more than he already did.
I tried to disguise my emotions from him, knowing he was analyzing me to see what I was feeling. Thank goodness he couldn't see the reasons behind the emotions, or else he could've seen everything I had just seen. I made a mental note to hide my thoughts from Edward later. That reminded me, "Come on, Jazz. Let's get to the hospital and go see Bella."
He nodded and we ran into the night. It was the only time we could go outside here in Phoenix. It was too risky to go out in the day here. We didn't want to be exposed. We ran in silence, reaching the hospital a couple of minutes later. We checked ourselves in, the receptionist staring at us. It was very typical of humans to see us as beautiful. I tugged Jazz along to where I knew Bella was. I could see that she was sleeping before we even came close to the room she was placed in.
When we came in, Bella's scent was all off. I couldn't even imagine how this must've been for Edward. He was perched on a light blue chair in the corner of the room, his hands over his eyes. He looked up at us with pain in his eyes.
I knew his next question. I thought in my mind for him to read, Yes Edward. She'll be fine. Don't worry. I managed a tiny reassuring smile to show him it was true. I also showed him the vision I had of Bella with a cast on her leg, but otherwise fine. I also knew that I was going to have to help her out around the house because of that.
Jasper and I sat on the couch next to the chair that was facing Bella's hospital bed. The monitor that tracked her heart was beeping evenly, indicating she was still breathing. She was in a small coma right now, but it was only normal seeing as to how hurt she was. Edward threw me a death glare. Sorry Edward. But it'll be awhile until she wakes up. She's stable right now, though. And just warning you, don't say anything to upset her when she wakes up, okay? He nodded, understanding. Good. Give Bella our condolence, okay? We're going to head back up to Forks and help out Carlisle. Jazz says Carlisle's feeling pretty bad considering he can't really help out Bella down here. I'll reassure everyone that she'll be okay. He smiled weakly, and then I told Jazz that we were going to go back to Washington.
We took Carlisle's Mercedes from the hotel and drove back up to Washington State. We made it back to our mansion by dawn. Unfortunately, it was going to be sunny today, so we couldn't go out. I sighed. Jasper could sense my disappointment. I was planning on going shopping for when Bella got back. I had a flash of her in a royal blue ruffled dress. It was beautiful. And I knew just where to get it. Then I had another image of Edward in a tuxedo, holding Bella, dancing under white lights. Aww. How cute. I thought, He's taking her to prom. I already knew Bella wouldn't be too happy about that. But she would get over it, I knew that much. It was still a bit blurry on how that conversation would go, but then again, maybe Edward wasn't planning on telling her.
It was May 14th, deadly close to the date of prom, May 23. I told Jazz, "Tomorrow I'm going to New York City with Rose. We're going shopping Hollywood-style." I smiled at him. "Do you want me to get you a tux?"
"Nah." He waved me off. "Emmett and I can go to Seattle this weekend. Who knows? Maybe Edward will come, too, if Bella's back here by then." He shrugged.
"Yeah. He'll be coming along. But do me a favor. Don't wait last minute like last time. I want you to get a good tux, not at one of those horrible Rent-a-Tux places. I'll give you instructions on Friday. The vision's still blurry." I told him. Then Jasper came into view, dressed in a black tuxedo with a black elegant bow underneath the collar. Emmett was playfully whistling to him. Jasper punched Emmett's arm. "Shut up, man. I think this is the one." He posed in front of the mirror. He looked fantastic. It truly was the one. I smiled.
Emmett then said, "Dude, you sound like a girl." Jasper rolled his eyes and punching Emmett again. But Emmett kept roaring with laughter.
That was the end of the vision. I still couldn't see the store name anywhere, so I would just have to wait until later to see.
My next vision was of Rose and me at Sax's Fifth. She was wearing an Amsale Blush red dress. It perfectly accented her tall, lean figure, and pale white skin, and red was definitely her color. I was critiquing it, my eyes wide and my smile turning into a grin. "This is the one!" I exclaimed with enthusiasm. After we bought her dress, we took a cab to David's Bridal to look for my dress. It was knee-length and was strapless. It was plain black and simple. It was perfect. Now to look for Bella's dress. My mind flashed through images to find Rose and I standing outside of Deb, knowing that this is where Bella's dress would be. We searched through the store, when I pulled out a below-the-knee-length blue rhinestone halter dress that was in Bella's size. Perfect.
The image faded. We were at the mansion by now and Jazz came around and pulled open the door. "Thanks Jazz. Let's go." We intertwined our hands and ran inside, calling the family together.
Suddenly, Emmett's booming voice echoed throughout the interior. "Hey guys! You're back!"
Jasper answered, "Hey Emmett." Rose came down the stairs, after Esme. Carlisle came out of his office.
"What's all this ruckus about?" He asked, and then he saw Jasper and me. "Oh! Hey guys. You're back. Any news on Bella?" He asked hopefully.
"Yes. She's going to be fine. She'll be back up here by the weekend. Which reminds me, Emmett, you, Jazz, and Edward are going tuxedo shopping this weekend." I said happily.
Rose looked at me and then quickly realized what was coming next. "And Rose and I are going to New York City tomorrow!" Rose clapped her hands, giddy. She hadn't been to the Big Apple in awhile.
Carlisle looked confused. "For what occasion?"
"Prom, silly!" I told him.
"Oh." He walked over to Esme, putting an arm around her waist. She smiled. Emmett pulled Rosalie in for a passionate kiss.
"You'll be the most beautiful person there." Emmett said to her.
Jazz kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Emmett's wrong. You will be." I laughed at him and turned, giving him a quick kiss. In that moment, it seemed everything was going to be all right.
A few minutes later, we all broke up; Carlisle heading back to his office, Esme and Rosalie upstairs to work on an interior designing project, and Emmett and Jasper to go play football. I was alone in the room. Then I remembered the earlier events of the day.
I tried to piece together what James meant. Who was Clarence? And then I had a flash of a dark room. An asylum? Of course. I started to remember that part of my past. They put me in an asylum because I had premonitions. I also had a flash of the guard. He was only eighteen or so, my age. Was that Clarence? The vision disappeared before my eyes, not letting me in any more. I guess I would have to uncover this mystery for myself.