I'm working off this prompt I saw off tumblr.

Being turned to fight in the southern wars: awful. Being turned by Maria: exceptionally awful. You owed your survival to one man, Major Jasper Whitlock and that was the only reason you were heading to a gathering of people willing to stand against the Volturi. The only reason.

She ran at a moderate pace, it being decades since she ran top speed. What was the point? Mary Alice had all the time in the word. Even if the message from the Major said to hurry, it didn't give her an explicit time. Truth be told, Alice was conflicted about traveling north. A large gathering of vampires in one place sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. And she wasn't bent on being around that kind of environment. She could get hurt, however unlikely. Thanks to her talents in foresight, she usually saw enough ahead of time to know when to duck out. Nomadic life suited her. At least she thought. The only life she had known prior was with Maria, and that wasn't pretty. Going nomad was the obvious choice, and she took it as soon as she could. Sure Maria had been after her for a while, but her gift always gave her an edge. Life had been quiet for the last few decades and that suited Alice just fine.

Until she had started having the persistent vision. The clearest one in months. Two vampires, eyes a peculiar gold, were following her. Every time she Saw that they would catch up to her, she high tailed it away to the outskirts of the next city. But it was getting harder and harder to keep away from them. Many times Alice considered biting the bullet and just wait for them to find her, and eventually that notion won out. So that's how she found herself, a little outside of Panguitch, Arkansas, waiting for her pursuers.

She had it all planned out. The two people would confront her near the forest. (A place she would pick out specifically for the easy escape option). One blonde, another a carmaly sort of brunette. They looked harmless, and what she saw didn't include any violence, so she decided to wait for them to catch up with her. If anything, she would find out why they were following her.

It was dusk when they finally showed. Alice was perched in a tree about fifteen feet up, waiting. She could see them running towards her location, undoubtedly following her scent, but then slowing to a human pace when they got close. How odd.

The blonde and his companion were practically walking by the time they had reached her tree. They were dressed nicely and looked almost refined. If she had seen them from a distance, they could have passed for humans.

"Hello," said the male blonde rather gravely. "My name is Carlisle Cullen and this is my mate, Esme."

The brunette looked up at her in a gesture of recognition. "Are you Mary Alice?"

Alice didn't move from her position of higher ground. How did they know her name? Who could have told them? Had Maria finally hunted her down using this Carlisle and Esme to do her dirty work? Her eyes flicked around hurriedly, looking for an escape route. Carlisles eyes panicked and he held up his hands in ceremonial surrender. Esme copied him.

"Please!" He cried out desperately. "Don't run. We have no reason to harm you. Hear us out, please."

Alice sized them up in a way that reminded Esme of a certain documentary on the animal kingdom that she had watched. After a few long seconds, she gave a curt nod and said, "Why have you been following me?"

Her voice was croaky and unused. She hadn't had to speak in months. It was amazing how long you could get by with noncommittal nods and grunts.

"We need your help," said Carlisle. "My family and I need your help."

A family? He must mean his coven.

"We're in a great deal of trouble, you see," continued Carlisle when he realized she wasn't going to reply. "There has been a misunderstanding,"

Alice eyed him shrewdly. Was this a fake story? What did all of this have to do with her? She had never met Carlisle before, nor his mate. Cullen was not a coven she was familiar with either. She stared at the pair expectantly, waiting him to go on.

Carlisle did so, his hope of having an easy conversation failing. "I assume you know of the Volturi."

She did know of the Volturi. Maria had warned her army constantly of their threat. It was what made her army so exceptional at keeping a low profile. She felt a prickle of fear go down her spine at the mention. Bad things were associated with the Italian bastards, as Maria was fond of calling them.

"They are under the impression that we have broken one of their laws."

She cocked her head to the side, nonverbally asking 'which law'?

"They believe my son and his mate have created an Immortal Child."

Surely he didn't mean biologically. Alice didn't know what an immortal child was. "What is that?" she rasped.

"It's a child changed before he or she can reach maturity. They are forever stuck at their mental age and can't be taught or controlled." said Carlisle, glad she had spoken. "Creating, or even associating with one is forbidden by the Volturi."

"None can be taught?" she wondered aloud, forgetting the two vampires in front of her.

"Most don't have the ability to control themselves and it threatens to expose our existence." said Carlisle's mate. "I would say that thirteen is the cut off for immortal children, but it can get political due to different maturity rates. Take the Witch Twins for example."

Did Maria know of Immortal Children? Alice sincerely doubted it. But what was the off chance that this was true? Alice stared unblinking down at them. The female's clothes were nice. She hadn't been up to date with the latest styles, so she didn't know how modern Esme's outfit was. But the fact still stood that her clothes were unmussed. Were they trying to pass for human? How much work would that take, she wondered.

Instead she asked, "Why do they think you have created one, then?"

"Someone saw young girl, physically five or six years of age, and jumped to conclusions. They reported her to the Volturi."

Alice frowned, still not sure how this all had to do with her. Did they think she was the one who snitched? She made it a point to never get too involved with anything.

"Any competent person can tell a human child from an….immortal one." she murmured, the breeze carrying her words down. She readjusted her weight onto the trunk of the tree, having a brief vision of the branch she was standing on snapping.

Carlisle seemed reluctant to go on. Esme put her arm on his shoulder, a comforting gesture.

"Irina, an old friend of ours, the one who reported Renesmee, witnessed her doing a supernatural feat. Renesmee is not human, rather a mix between Vampire and Human."

Alice's eyebrows knitted together. She could put the pieces together. This Renesmee was the child that they spoke of. But she had never heard of such a rarity occurring. And what kind of a name was Renesmee? French?

"A hybrid?" she asked, jumping down a few feet to get closer to the couple. "There is no such thing."

"We didn't think so either," Carlisle seemed to regain his voice. He subconsciously wrapped an arm around Esme's waist. The way they moved….it was so….human. They would even blink and shift around, unnerving her. "But it came about, nonetheless."

None of this had anything to do with her. They could be spies from Maria. But Alice couldn't help her curiosity. She slipped down to the the next branch, the air whistling around her, ruffling her cropped hair. "How?"

"My son, Edward, met his mate when she was human. She became pregnant, with a vampires baby."

Alice crouched, her knees jutting out just a tad. The 'son' thing was raising a few questions in her head. But a human getting knocked up with an immortals spawn? Not possible. No one aged. You were stuck forever in the time you were changed.

"Impossible," she scoffed.

"Not so." sighed Carlisle. "We knew the baby wasn't human. It was strong, and violent to her mother. A human womb is not match for a vampire hybrid. Bella, my daughter-in-law, became very sick and weak. She couldn't eat, sleep, or move, some of the time. We had to give her human blood in order to sustain her. When the birth finally happened, she nearly died, but she was changed just in time."

Alice shook her head. Unbelievable. In the event this was all true and Carlisle wasn't spinning an elaborate lie, this Bella got a kid, and immortality. It seemed a little unfair. Being only nineteen at the time of her transformation, she didn't know if she wanted children, but having the option lost to her was what had always bothered her.

Carlisle, shifted slightly, uncomfortable under Alice's animalistic gaze. Her red eyes were literally bloodthirsty. He coughed.

"Renesmee is growing. She isn't stuck in a stasis of a immature mentality. A mistake was made, and we fear that if we don't have the numbers to give the Volturi pause, we won't get a chance to explain."

"You're creating an army," she tensed immediately, distrust flooding her face. She wouldn't be part of another army. Trying to calm her alarmed features, she focused on the crickets that were beginning to sound in the background. She liked crickets.

Carlisle shook his head reassuringly. "No, of course not! We aren't asking anyone to fight against their will. If it comes to a fight, which we pray it won't, everyone is free to leave. We just need numbers, showing how many agree with us."

"We're asking you to join us," said Esme quietly. "As a witness."

Desperation was written all over her perfect porcelain face. It was clear she cared a great deal about her coven. Maybe too much. She was easy to read and that made her vulnerable.

"But it could come to a fight?" Alice spat, stressing on the word 'could'.

Carlisle nodded tiredly. It had to be an act, vampires didn't get tired. "We won't lie to you. It could come to a fight. But let it be clear that we aren't asking you or anyone to fight if they don't wish to."

Alice was already shaking her head. She hoped her inner fear of the Volturi wasn't showing. Very clearly she declared, "I don't get involved with the Volturi. More importantly, I don't get involved with people I don't know."

Carlisle's lips twitched. Did he think this was funny? His whole coven was facing annihilation and he found this amusing?

"There's one more thing."

Alice sighed, not wanting to waste any more time with these two. She was getting bored and she felt very exposed talking to these two. So she gritted her teeth. "Yes?"

Carlisle went on, "Jasper asked specifically for you to come help us. He told us to say that he's calling in a favor."

If Alice still had blood running through her body, it would have went cold. She tried to remain expressionless, but the mention of that name threw her. There was only one Jasper that she knew of.

"Major Jasper Whitlock?" she clarified, her voice dangerously quiet.

Esme nodded. "He's part of our family."

Was that what had happened to the Major? He had gone north and joined this hippy group of vampires that considered themselves a family. How sickly sweet...and totally unlike the vampire she had the pleasure of knowing.

"Why does he need me?" she asked, praying for a way out of this. Her Sight was going crazy, giving her thousands of future possibilities. It was giving her a headache.

"We're asking all our friends for help. Jasper didn't have a long list, but you were included on his. He's asking for you to help us."

"How do I know it's really him?" she asked skeptically. Her Vision was getting clearer by the second. Her ways out of this were dwindling fast. It was getting harder to concentrate on the conversation that was happening before her.

Forest floor beneath her feet…..Carlisle and Esme side by side….

The sign 'Welcome to Forks', standing out from the multitude of trees…..

A beautiful child, hand on her cheek, sporting an angelic smile

Her running alone, fast and far in the other direction

Teeth sinking into a deer, disgust on her face

The Major laughing…..doubling over….happiness

A brief flicker of the Volturi….

Alice was alone, never having went with Carlisle or Esme..

Dark hotel rooms that she would break into….grimy walls….

The Volturi again across a large field; she had gone with them...

A dusting of snow on the ground….footprints...

Esme smiled and thrust her hand into her bag. She pulled out a small silvery object. It was a medal. Jasper's medal. Supposedly from when he was human. The sod hardly ever took it off his person. There was no question if it was him now.

The Cullens were facing the Volturi….black cloaks contrasting on a white background...

She stood behind the Major

Alice knocked her head against the tree trunk in frustration. There was only one possible future for her now. She was going with the Cullens.

"Bastard." she swore, the outer bark splintering underneath her fingers. "Fucking asshole."

Carlisle and Esme looked taken aback at her sudden change in language. Esme sheepishly returned the medal to her purse.

"Please, Mary Alice." said Carlisle, choosing to ignore her previous statements. "We need your help. Even if it's only to stand with us. Will you come?"

Alice glowered at Carlisle. It wasn't right to take it out on him, just the Major.

"Asshole," she hissed to herself. "Fucking asshole couldn't have gone nomad, could he?"

With that, she straightened up and leaped off the branch to the forest floor below. Her feet hardly made a sound besides the dull thump against wet leaves. Perfect landing. She nodded reluctantly. "I'll stand with him."

Esme and Carlisle seemed to sag with relief. "Thank you!"

"Anything for the Major," she admitted reluctantly. "He has saved my ass more times than I could count."

Alice was turned during the Southern Vampire wars. They're still mates, but I'm making them both idiots about it so of course they didn't notice when Jasper was all Major-ey and stuff.