A/N - Hope you like it! I do not own any part of Twilight. I am guessing some of the dates and ages in this story. Sorry if I got anything wrong.

Chapter 1 – It's just the beginning

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Alice POV:

My name is Mary Alice Brandon, I am 15 years old. It's 1916 in Biloxi, Mississippi, its winter but it's colder than usual. My mother is cleaning the house and my 10 year old sister Cynthia is playing with her dolls, my father is at work he's a banker he would be home soon.

'Alice!' my mother called from the kitchen 'Come and help me prepare dinner!' I walked down towards the kitchen and picked up a knife so I could start butchering the vegetables. I froze before I had even started, my eyes went blank I just looked straight ahead, my mother turned to me she knew what was going on, this had been happening since I was 11 and it was getting worse I kept seeing things I had never seen before and they always seemed to happen at some point in the future. It ended and I looked at my mother she had a worried look on her face before turning around and continuing to prepare dinner, we didn't talk about it they were scared of what it might be.

We finished quickly so I went to check on Cynthia she was sat in her room playing with her dolls she loved them, my father then walked in and Cynthia rushed out the door and jumped into his arms he hugged her tightly he hadn't greeted me like that since I started seeing thing instead he looked at me and smiled gently, then he walked into the kitchen to greet my mother.

'Did you have a good day, dear?' my mother asked kissing his cheek 'Yes, it was very successful' he replied then he walked out of the room to sit and read his book, so Cynthia and I decided to go back into her room and play with her dolls.

Dinner was ready and we all sat around the table my father and mother at opposite ends and Cynthia and I opposite sides, all facing each other, it was easy to talk when eating but Cynthia and I didn't very often it was mostly my mother and father discussing their day.

'Oh no' I though my face cringed, it was happening again my body froze and my eyes went blank my mother immediately got up from her chair, rushing over to me putting her arm around me, my father was just sat in his chair and continued eating, Cynthia didn't know what to do so she just looked down at her plate.

It finished and my mother went back to her dinner, we all carried on eating like it never happened. When we were all done and my mother and I cleared the table, Cynthia tried to help.

'Alice, please take Cynthia upstairs and get her ready for bed, it's getting late' my mother ordered, I stood up silently and walked toward Cynthia grabbed her hand and led her upstairs.

We went into the bathroom I handed Cynthia the sponge, she played with it and tried to wash herself, I collected some fresh night clothes for her and myself, before washing her properly after I tied her hair in a neat pony tail and then she jumped into her clean clothes before running off to bed.

I quickly washed myself and put on my own clean clothes, I tied my hair in a pony tail like I had done to my little sisters hair and walked into our room, I stepped over to her bed and sat on the rocking chair next to her, I always did this until she fell asleep.

'Alice can I ask you something?' she asked, I jumped slightly I thought she was asleep. 'Yes?' I responded she paused for a few seconds then 'What happened at the dinner table? I don't understand' she said sympathetically seeming much older than her 6 years. Honestly I had no clue what happened all I know is what I saw and she can't know that 'Well, I'm not sure Cynthia, but I'm fine and you don't need to worry, ok?' I told her she nodded slowly and rolled over before falling asleep.

I carefully walked down the stairs and said goodnight to my parents, trying not to wake Cynthia up. I reached the bottom of the stairs, kissed each of my parents on the cheek and made my way back very slowly. I crept into bed and started to drift into the darkness.

I was struggling to sleep and when I woke it was still dark outside, Cynthia was still asleep and my parents were just on their way upstairs to bed, obviously I hadn't been asleep long. They made it to their room and quietly got into bed I was nearly drifted off again then I heard a faint muttering in my parent's room.

'Something has to be done' my father said in an agonizing tone, there was a long pause until my mother agreed 'In the morning, we will tell her'. That was the last thing I heard before I fell unconscious again.

When I woke again light came through my window it was so bright and Cynthia was standing at my bedside ready to pounce on to me. I attempted to sit up and she took that to her advantage and jumped on me hugging me tightly. I yawned, 'Good morning' I managed to say breathlessly, I was very tired after I woke during the night, 'Good morning' she answered staring at me as I yawned again.

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