Summary-
She was something they didn't know. They had been around them multiple times, but they would have never expected that. Especially not to see her twenty years after it happened. Non-Canon.
Chapter One
Alice's POV
"Turn on the TV," I said out of the blue.
My family looked at me like I was crazy. We weren't much television watchers, but I felt like we needed to turn on the TV right now.
"Why?" Jasper snapped at me.
I glared at him.
"Because I said so. That's why!" I snapped right back at him.
No one turned on the television so I grabbed the remote myself and turned the television on. It was two people talking, talk show hosts. I didn't get it, why did I have a feeling to put this on?
"What do you think of Lissa's new album?" a man asked.
"It's amazing Roger," the lady said.
Who the hell is Lissa?
"I have no idea," Edward mumbled.
They continued to talk about her.
"Did you know what the album was about? I heard it was something that she doesn't like people knowing," the lady said.
"I heard it was her past, some people. Lissa isn't very open about herself," The man, Roger, said.
Some people.
"While we're on the topic of Lissa! How about you ladies and gents tweet us your favorite Lissa song?" the lady said grinning.
It wasn't too long before tweets came up on the screen. My eyes didn't leave the screen.
"Legendary Lovers tweeted by favfanLissa," the lady, still unnamed, said.
"By The Grace of God! I love this song too!" Roger laughed.
"These seem to be all from her new album," Rosalie said with her face in the laptop.
"Who even is she?" Emmett asked.
Rosalie was looking the girl up, while I was keeping my eyes on the screen. They stopped talking about her after a bit, and Esme went to turn the channel.
"Wait," I said putting my hand on hers.
"You know when we do watch the television. We don't watch MTV," she said.
I heard nothing more.
Alice's Vision
"Get out!" someone snapped.
"You know that is not gonna happen darlin'," Jasper said.
"Get out! I don't care who the hell you people are. Get out or I'll have you escorted out!" she snapped.
"You wouldn't even dare," Rosalie said.
"Oh yes I would! Now get the fuck out of here!" she snapped at us.
"We can't just leave after figuring out that," I said.
"Leave the room or I'll have someone remove you," she said with her eyes closed and fists clenched.
"We're not just going to leave," Emmett said.
"Well why not? Please leave! I have things to do," she said walking away, pushing away from us.
End of Alice's Vision
I gasped, and removed my hand from Esme's which was on the remote still.
"What is it?" Esme asked.
"We have to have some connection," I said.
"What? How?" Annabelle said.
Edward's wife, a past nomad vampire, who found us and had an immediate connection with him, it wasn't long before they married.
"I have no idea. I didn't have a vision of us in this room watching this. But we were somewhere else, somewhere where she wanted us gone," I said.
"Just like that," Emmett said.
"Yes. She said to get out, and if we didn't leave she would have someone escort us out," I said.
"What are you referring to Alice?" Carlisle asked.
"I think we may be dealing with someone from one of our pasts," I said.
"Well we can already cross out one person," Esme said sadly.
"Who?" Annabelle asked.
"Her," Emmett said shaking his head.
Bella. She was killed in a car accident, along with her father, a year and a half after we left. We were devastated but some of us got over it, while others haven't.
"Okay," she said.
Annabelle was a really nice person, people called her Ann or Belle, one of the two. We tended, since we had Bella so long ago, to call her Ann, nothing major.
"Who would come back though?" I asked.
Who had siblings?
"I had two brothers. No sisters," Rosalie said.
"None for me," Emmett said.
Edward was a none also, I knew that already.
"Sister," Annabelle mumbled.
We didn't know her long, so the sister didn't bother me.
"You had a sister," Rosalie said.
"Yes," Ann said.
"Maybe it is her," Rosalie said.
"It wouldn't be. My sister died a year after I did. She was seventeen," she said.
"When were you changed?" I asked.
"1968," she said.
She was the youngest out of all of us.
"She'd be in her seventies by now if alive. How old was Lissa?" Rosalie asked.
"Twenty One maybe," I said.
Maybe. I wasn't so sure for that, at all.
"No siblings here," Carlisle said.
"None for me," Esme said.
Just a few of us had siblings. I had Cynthia, but I knew she wouldn't be around anymore.
"How old were you when changed Ann? I don't even remember," Emmett said.
"Seventeen," she said.
"You were twins," I said.
"Yes," she said.
That was something we hadn't known of her. Something new.
"She died before our eighteen birthday," Ann said.
"How did she die?" I asked.
I have this feeling, this sister might not be dead.
"I….I think she was murdered. On her way home," she said.
Somewhat like how Rosalie was changed.
"Ann is there anyway your sister….isn't dead?" Carlisle asked.
Ann shook her head.
"They found her body," she said.
"What did she look like?" I asked.
"Brown hair, grey eyes. Around 5'5 or so. 110 pounds," she said.
She remembered so much about her sister it was unbelievable.
"I have a good mind," she said.
Her gift helped too.
"Okay. I researched Lissa," Rosalie said.
"Tell me more," I said.
"She's twenty six years old. She has blonde hair with brown highlights and grey eyes. She lives in Los Angeles, she's been singing since she was eleven, and she has won a few Grammys and Oscars. She also acts, she does more singing than acting but it's not something new to see her in a movie role." Rosalie said.
Twenty Six. I wouldn't have thought she was twenty six. Now….Now to just find more dirt on this girl!
"Wait….what was her name?" I asked.
"What do you think? You've heard the name before. My precious twin sister's name was Isabella," she said.
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