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FORGOTTEN LOVE

In Twilight, James said that Alice has a "protector", right? And he said he killed him. But what if it wasn't true? What if this said vampire is walking this world?, this very moment?

He has the power to make anybody, vampire orhuman, to believe what he says. And so he decided that it will be better if hethought James killed him, so he'll never be bothered again by James.. He turnedAlice into a vampire, but he decided to leave her for her own good in case anything like it ever happened again, and make her forget everything.

But every talent has a counterpart: If he suddenly wants her to remember, then remember she will. Many years later, he wants her to.

Why?Because he still loves Alice, after all these years. And he gave up. He just can't live his without her.

Can he find her? And if he does….what about Jasper?

PREFACE

Memories flooded through me, when I saved her from the hell her parents put her into, reminiscences of how I heard her desperate cries through the night. The feeling of pain went straight to my dead heart when I searched for the broken sobs and saw tears in her lovely eyes. The day that I told myself that I loved her. The night she said she loved me too. The early dawn when she slept soundly snuggled into my chest, and the morning when those nomads wanted to kill her. She begged me urgently not to leave her alone. She promised that she wanted to be with me forever. I was against her decision for the longest time. Until that night came, the night nomads tracked her exquisite scent and that terrible vampire named James wanted to have her. To kill her. How could I have allowed that to happen? That night I swore to her she'll be out of harm's way once again. Even if it takes me forever, even if it takes my own life, she'll be protected.

Safe.

My eyes almost popped out their sockets as I saw her in front of me. Her, 122 years later.

She was smiling at a teenage girl with bronze locks. I heard
a vampire named Edward talking. He was part of her newfound family, gasp. I also saw that another vampire had his arms around her. My heart instantly broke into pieces. The arms that were supposed to be around her were mine. But that was a long time ago. Times change. Now it was another's that belonged to her.

She met my eyes. She blinked.

CHAPTER 1

~Alejandro~

"Mother! Father! Why?" a small childlike scream sounded from the distance. I heard it, of course. I pitied whomever person owned that voice. It just sounded so sad and so broken. I closed my eyes in an effort to hum out the crickets that were noisily chirping in the background so I could get some peace, even if the voice wouldn't leave me alone.

I had just escaped Maria's newborn army from the South. God knows how far I am by now. I can still hear Jasper, the only one I considered as a friend from that hellhole frantically chase after me nights ago. He disapproved of my plan to get away. He wanted no one to go away, because it will diminish Maria's newborn army's strength. He wanted to destroy me because he thought I'd betray them and go to the other side of the battle. Alas, I mastered my power before my time ran out. Yes, I am a hypnotist. I can hypnotize humans, because I was one, and vampires because I am one now. Poor Jasper, love can make anyone blind and almost insane. We became comrades-in-arms. We were changed at almost at the same time, and when Maria decided to fight for new territory, we were the best fighters. Well, at least I was. He still is, today. I've observed enough to know that Maria's reason is entirely different in regards to him.

Jasper was blind, and fortunately, I was not. I could see through her act, yet I stayed a long while for his sake. Month after month I killed, side by side with my ally. That all changed when I hypnotized Maria to tell me the truth of what she plans with the two of us after we gained most of the South. She wanted us gone. We would've served her purposes, and there was a possibility that we could've gotten more control than her.

So she wanted us dead.

I threw caution to the winds and decided to save my friend. I instructed him to see through what Maria's plan was one day. Even if it takes him forever, he should escape this battle in peace, so I did not instruct him to immediately know what she's planning, because I wanted him to realize the truth for himself, with the littlest help possible from me. I told him to forget me for a while, and if we ever meet again, he would remember what I did to him. For Maria, I basically ordered her to forget she ever knew my name. I told her to stick with her treacherous plan, but never make herself succeed in killing Jasper. She would allow him to leave her. Safely.

So, now, as I recalled the events of my last nights with Maria, I looked around. I am a monster. And now I'm all alone.

"Mother! Father!" That voice yelled again, and I knew it was a girl-or maybe a woman's voice. My eyes snapped open, dismissing my previous thoughts. It's been awhile since my last "reward." I was confidant that I could hunt for human blood without actually killing said human. I could easily control my thirst and tell the human to forget I ever met them. I've tried it and succeeded this procedure before while in the South.

Where am I anyway?I asked myself as I searched my mind for the wooden sign I saw earlier on my way into the city-

WELCOME TO BILOXI (a/n: in new moon, it was said to be Alice's hometown.)

My brows rose as I saw the structure in front of me. It was big, like our hideout in the army. In the dark, screams echoed but one voice stood out to me: that broken voice that I kept on noticing a while ago. Many painful sobs also came from that building, and I was amazed at what kinds of thing humans would do at this place. It seemed like a house of misery. I narrowed my eyes at the sound that I heard. There was a kick of a foot and a loud scream, and then an equally loud order to "quiet!" The sounds became harsher, and that person who kicked someone else had a habit of saying rude and inappropriate words. The voice that caught my attention a while ago seemed to have ceased. I strained to hear her more closely. I heard another word from her, this time it was very low. Almost as if she couldn't even croak one simple word.

"Cynthia," she said, and I then knew the reason why the voice got so quiet. She was the one who had been kicked. I was trained to respect ladies, and this realization certainly made me angry. How can humans do this to each other? Her voice seemed so heartbreaking. The person who kicked her was on foot to the 2nd story of the structure. What was this place? I averted my eyes to the sign in front of the building:

BILOXI INSANITY ASYLUM

In spite of the realization that the humans there are insane, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. At the same time, I began feeling sorry for the owner of the broken voice.

After that, I interacted with the humans by hypnotizing one to think I was his relative. I chose a location near the asylum. Day after day, I watched that terrible owner and "doctor" of the patients promise relatives that each one was in a good condition. I could barely contain myself at his lies. She just reminded me too much of Maria. Night after night, I heard him kick and one time punch a hysterical man who often scream that there was fire. Still I always hear that broken voice beg help. I also have to add that they were given one small plate per day with food in appalling condition. I heard one patient, who seemed perfectly sane to me complain that to the "doctor" and the doctor administered medication. A slap in the face, and bad language.

One night, I heard her voice say "Tomorrow" and the faint word "coming."

The day after, I was watching a carriage stop and a name caught my attention. A child of ten got out, and her mother called her "Cynthia." I became interested to know the name of their relative, the name of the voice I often pity.

"Good morning. Mrs. Brandon." Mrs. Brandon smiled politely at Tom, the name of the "doctor."

"Mom, can we see Alice? Please please please? I haven't hugged her since her last birthday! I miss her!" the girl named Cynthia complained.

Alice. Alice was her name. It was certainly a beautiful name. I chastised myself for my train of thoughts and strained to hear more.

"I'm afraid that Alice is not possible to visit, my dear. Your father would not approve. What do you think, Tom?" Mrs. Brandon opened her elegant fan and fanned it slowly.

"Certainly not, Mrs. Brandon, Alice is still unwell. And we wouldn't want to make it known to the neighbors you were gone for such long hours, right? They would surely suspect something!" Tom whispered like the devil he is.

Cynthia ran to the gate where she suspected Alice was, but she was stopped by her mother with a painful twist on her ears.

"Goodness no Mr. Tom! In fact we should be hurrying now. Come along, Cynthia. We just wanted to make sure our beloved daughter is cared for. It's kind to know she is in the best care possible thanks to your establishment."

"Of course Mrs. Brandon, Alice will always be cared for. Now Cynthia, study well so you would be half as intelligent as your mother dear." That dreadful creature has the nerve to flirt? The poor child Cynthia was still sobbing from her mother's unfair injury. Mrs. Brandon was proving to be half as bad as Mr. Tom.

Tom offered his hand to Mrs. Brandon, and she gave it to him willingly. I almost growled when he kissed her fingertips slowly. Cynthia gazed lovingly at the gate that held the doors to her beloved sister.

Inspired, I focused on hearing what Alice was saying. At first I thought she was sleeping, then, I heard two words.

"Save me"

Did she know I could hear her? The tone changed from high to low, high to low. The beat of her heart, I realized.

"Please" she added in a desperate voice.

Should I help her? Does she know that I'm here?

The carriage was now far off, and I saw Cynthia watch the building disappear on their trail. She was crying, softly.

"Please" Alice repeated.

They were both crying, I realized.

And I was doing nothing.

My eyes locked in determination. Tonight, I will save her.

xX

I waited until Tom snored at full volume and ran past him with the deadly grace that belonged to my kind. The room smelled heavily of liquor and cigarette. I glared at his sleeping figure, made my way towards the gate, and walked inside. I pulled the door shut behind me.

I checked all the cells, wishing I could save them all, but I did realize everyone there was either very old or truly crazy. One certain elder caught my attention. She had her hair messy while she played with a rag doll. Then I reached the last cubicle.

It was different from the rest. It was neat, orderly and the girl in there laid on a piece of carton that Tom provided, yet her position was something any normal human would do. Her chest was rising and falling.

It was her. It was Alice.

I broke her cell's lock, noting that there were no windows and walked straight in. Her scent was delightful. Fragrant. She had her eyes closed. Dark shadows were around her eyes; black marks stained her gorgeous face. I wanted to destroy whoever did this to her. A tight rope bound her hands. Her feet were in locks. It was obvious that everything was sore and I blamed myself for not doing this earlier. My heart went out to her. She was too delicate, too beautiful to be treated like this. I destroyed the locks on her feet first. Then, I carefully untied the unyielding rope. I carried her soothingly and walked out of her cell.

While I laid her down on the bed I do not use, her eyes snapped open.

"I knew you would come," She murmured as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

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