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The Forbidden Hours II: Alice

I would like to thank all of you for patiently waiting for this story.

As promised we are taking a look into Alice and Japer's story.

Jasper played a very small role in my last fan fiction and I didn't quite like that.

I hope you will enjoy this story as much as you did my last one.

In this story I will be starting off Chapter One with small glimpses into Alice's past from the time she is about five years old until then end of the story when she will be eighteen.

This will make Edward age ten and Emmett fifteen in the beginning; just a little background to catch you up.

If you have not read The Forbidden Hours this will ruin some of the story for you.

Preface

I was the third and final child born to Carlisle and Esme Cullen. The single daughter that they had been trying for since my oldest brother Emmett was first born. I was spoiled by both my parents and older brothers alike. I have never known a moment that I could not depend on my father's calm nature to take lead in anything and make them better. He is always there to kiss my scrapes and bumps and to mend together anything physically wrong. He is wise beyond his years. It is probably why he is the best doctor in the whole of Seattle. My mother is my emotional support. She nurtures and fusses over us. She is often reminding us of our manners. She is the one that will hold you close and can calm anything that makes your heart ache. Then there is my ever funny brother, Emmett. He is always the one to go to if you want to laugh or play hide and go seek. He loves to wrestle and will even let me win sometimes. Then there is my other brother, Edward. He is very thoughtful and charming. He loves music and books. He will sing with me and read to me anytime I ask him. I was born to be the one to teach them the practical things in life. Things like how to dress and style their hair. From the time I could pick up a marker, I have made this my goal in life, even if it did earn me a few bouts of yelling and grounding. How was I to know if I used Mommy's black marker that Daddy would have to wear his black beard for four days. I just wanted to see what it would look like. Emmett had loved his! He told me that I made the best mustaches and beards and that I should give Daddy one, even though he was taking a nap.