Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its sequels. As much as I wish to, I don't…

A/N I only own Alexandria, my OC. I'll specify when I'm writing in Alice's or Alexandria's point of view. Alexandria, obviously being my OC. Also, this is only the first draft.

Alexandria's POV

December 10th, 1949

I looked around an empty room, and I realized, even moving caused me pain. I closed my eyes. Why was I here? Who am I? And most of all, why was I in so much pain? Was this my life? A life of pain and suffering, this was my wish. Mother and Jeremy, too. They both died to see me. What was left for me? Why did I forget about them? Were they not my family? My only flesh and blood?

I felt a somewhat cold hand on my forehead. When did someone come in? Why didn't I hear them? I opened my eyes, and looked up.

The man I saw was extremely beautiful and at the most he was twenty-seven. Who is he? He had blonde hair, and a calm, complacent look on his face. I didn't know anything. I couldn't do anything. Why was I always placed in situations like this?

His hand left his forehead as he looked at me more intently than before.

"Can you hear me? My name is Carlisle, what is you name?" His voice was almost angelic. It was smooth, and soft. He almost made me want to tell him my name. But, why would I give someone my name. I was just going to die anyways. After all, I was the "blood girl." I was the "extra." I was the "one who could never participate."

"I'm going to ask you again." His voice was softer, almost smoother than before. It was more persuasive. "What is you name?" What was the big deal anyway?

"My name…?" It hurt to talk. But as I thought about it, what was my name? Jeremy's smiling face came into my mind. He was smiling, and laughing, calling something to me. It looked like… Alexandria.

"My… name is… Alexandria." I managed it, and I held onto it. It was the one thing I knew that was real.

"Good. You can remember that, at least. Your pain will soon lessen, just bear it a little longer, alright?"

I nodded, despite the pain it made.

"I'm going to send someone in, to watch you, and make you feel better, is that what you would like?" I, again, nodded in response. He walked out slowly, and I heard something muffled from the next room.

In from the next room, came in two people. One was a young woman, with short, ear-length black hair. The other was a man with a somewhat pale face, which looked strained. He had blond hair, and a muscular build. He looked nearly identical to the man named Carlisle.

The woman spoke first. "Hi! I'm Alice!" She was so bubbly, and perky. Just like they were. Like the ones who had called me "blood girl."

After Alice, the man spoke. "My name is Jasper."

I mustered out a few more words " Where am I?" Jasper answered my question

"You are in Old Forge" I knew this place or at least I had read about it in the past. I pondered this for a minute or two.

"Alex, can I call you Alex? Are you still with us?" This time, Alice spoke. Her voice was annoying the living daylights out of me.

I remembered now. Old Forge was in northwestern New York. I lived in the next town an hour and a half away from here. And in the next town was where the hospital was.

A humongous fire spread throughout my body, centering in my throat. This was just like the pain I felt before. Just like the fire I've felt for forever.

Alice looked at me. "Alex, is something wrong?"

Jasper glanced from me to Alice, "Alice, it's the thirst. Hurry, get Carlisle. I'm sure he has some thing. I'll hold her down." At this point, I began to thrash around wildly, trying to escape. This fire was so much, and I was so thirsty. Why was I thirsty? It was like I tried to swallow fire, but ended up getting burned. My hand was able to break free, and I heard someone yell for a man named Emmett.

Once again, I felt hands hold me down, holding my wrists and ankles. And then, Carlisle came back with a bird of some type.

"I brought her a Loon. It was all I could find." He was dripping wet with a foul smell coming from him.

A female voice chimed in, I believed it to be Alice. "Carlisle, they're endangered!" By this time, no matter how much I wanted to stop I couldn't. I was drinking its blood. I was feasting upon a once living being.

"It's not my fault. Apparently, though, your sister enjoys it." He muffled a small chuckle. As soon as I could, I tore the bird away from my lips, a small drop of blood landed on my jeans. Why? Why were things so tough? I was now more a "blood girl," than ever.