The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 5
Pen name: calin-durus
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
Rating: M for implied sexual abuse. (Just to be safe)

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After finding out a little about her history from James, Alice wanted to know more. All she had to go on was a name and a city.

First, she went to Biloxi, hoping that she could find something in the hall of records. Jasper had warned her not to get her hopes up, but she couldn't help the nervous anticipation of the possible discovery as they looked through countless micro-slides and documents.

"Alice," Jasper whispered from beside her as a slide came up. She looked over to see a family portrait. A black and white photograph of a family of four was on the screen. She studied the faces and gasped at the image of the eldest child.

Jasper could feel the wonder his wife was feeling and smiled. "I believe that's you," he whispered, pointing at the very person Alice was looking at. "I would guess you were about ten," he offered, slightly amused that even as a child, she was smaller in stature.

"You think so?" She asked him, her golden eyes locking on his as he nodded in response. She looked back at the screen. "My hair…"

He chuckled at her disbelief that her hair had once been long. "Richard and Vanessa Brandon," Jasper read aloud, "Fourteenth of June, Nineteen eleven."

"I wonder why our family portrait is in the records."

Jasper shrugged and moved to the next slide. This one was a newspaper article. The article detailed the fact that Mister Richard Brandon was a successful judge for the community. He had just ruled on a case that had plagued the South Eastern side of Mississippi.

Jasper let out a low whistle making Alice look up at him. "Well, it says here that Judge Brandon took the case personally after the accused made his family a target," Jasper explained.

Alice closed the book she was looking through to scan the slide. "Wait, what's the date on this report?" she asked as she saw what she had learned to be her name mentioned.

"The twenty-first of September, nineteen eighteen," Jasper responded. "Why what did you see?"

"I was attacked..."

A low growl escaped from Jasper's chest at the thought of someone attacking his Alice. She giggled softly, placing her hand over his.

"Over protective fool," she teased. He gave her a sheepish smile as she gently kissed his cheek.

Jasper cleared his throat. "Do we want more information on the case?" he asked.

Alice nodded, "Yes, please. All it said in that article was that I was attacked, but there aren't any details."

He nodded before flipping through the slides on the screen. "Here we go," he stopped on one whose headline was big and bold. "Jesus, they weren't very discreet on this subject where they?" he mused, slightly disgusted that the print screamed the subject like it did.

"Well Jazz, small town, and back then," Alice shrugged as she read the article. "I'm sure the local community was in a panic and afraid for their wives, daughters, and sisters."

He nodded, trying to imagine what it would have been like for his wife in her human life.

"Don't," Alice whispered from beside him, feeling the anger his thoughts were giving him roll off of him in waves. "It's in the past, Jazz."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," he sulked as he continued to look through more slides.

Alice pulled her legs up under her as she flipped through the old books. She didn't know how to feel about the startling news that she had been attacked by a sexual predator as a human. A part of her felt hurt, betrayed, and angry, while the other part of her felt numb.

The more time they spent learning about her family and the past, the more she felt on edge. Maybe there was a reason why she had no memory before waking up alone, thirsty, and the image of Jasper on her mind.

"We can stop for the day if you'd like," Jasper said softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"No, I'm just thinking," she said, giving him a small smile.

"You're confused."

Alice paused for a minute, debating how best to answer her husband's statement. "I guess I am," she agreed.

"You can tell me why Alice," he offered, taking her hand in his before bringing it to his lips and gently kissing her knuckles.

She smiled at him, trying to hide her face into her forearm, making him chuckle. He found it amusing how still, after fifty-six years of marriage; she would still get shy around him at times.

"I know," she said softly, setting the book down on the table. "I don't know how to feel about this," she admitted.

"That's understandable. I don't know if I would feel any different if I were in your shoes," he reasoned.

She laughed in a snort and rolled her eyes. "As if you could fit in my shoes," she teased, holding her leg up and wiggling her foot.

Jasper laughed and shook his head as he scrolled through more slides. "There's my wife," he laughed earning himself a playful smack.

Alice laughed before suddenly gasping as she reached for a different book. Jasper's head snapped up in her direction. He knew she was having a vision by the way she sat in place and the glazed over look in her now onyx eyes. He tried as hard as he could to figure out what she was seeing by her emotions, but they were changing at such a rate it was giving him an odd sensation.

"What is it?" he asked after a few moments.

Her hand ghosted over the book she was reaching for as it began to tremble. It held a key to the puzzle of her past. She saw it.

"Alice?" Jasper asked again, placing his hand on her back. He felt her relax at his touch and felt relieved when she looked at him.

"The old house," she said softly. "There's letters… letters I wrote to my family."

"Where is the old house?" he asked, watching as she opened the book open to a newspaper article. She didn't say a word as she handed it to him.

He took the book from her, reading the article that spoke of the death of Mary Alice Brandon. According to the paper, she had killed herself on the anniversary of her attack. The article gave the address to both the graveyard in which she would be buried, as well as the family home, where loved ones could pay their respects to their families.

Jasper's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he read the cause of death. "But you were in the asylum…"

Alice nodded, blinking rapidly as if to push back the tears that would have fell. "Even then, public image was important. Think about it, if you had a position like my father's, would you want everyone to know your eldest was in the loony bin?"

He shook his head. "Darlin', I don't think that's why they did it."

"I have to see those letters, Jazz."

Jasper nodded, closing the book and putting it back on the table, "Anything for you."

A/N: Special thanks to Kirmit and 911turbowriter for helping me get this thing presentable lol.

My first attempt at Canon Jalice... hope you liked it :)