Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Twilight or any of its characters, Stephenie Meyer holds that honor. I am not that accomplished, but I am happy to say that I own my OCs.

A/N: This is my first story on Fanfiction, so be gentle. But I will gladly take all criticism to heart. And I would also like to give a heads up in advance for those people out there who actually clicked on this story. I am quite often laden with work from school and have to battle with family outings, so I will not have too much time to update but I will try to every chance I get.

This fic is taking place in West Virginia around the time of the Mine Wars. As you can tell already this fic is extremely AU. This fic is basically like a back story or a prequel to the main story which will be closer to the original story line. Forgive me if my facts aren't straight but I'll try my best. Thank You!

~ Chapter 1 ~

[ Isabel 1920] (A/N: I changed her name a little to match with the time, but she still likes Bella)

Have you ever had an impossible dream that you felt with all your heart, would never come true? But too your complete surprise it starts to unfold before your very eyes in the strangest way possible? My name is Isabel Lock and I live in an orphanage.

What happened today was totally unexpected. I was the oldest kid at the orphanage, at the ripe age of eighteen. I had always thought that I would never be adopted. I mean, who would come to an orphanage just to adopt a child that already has a solid personality, a personality that you couldn't influence yourself? Wasn't that what parenting was about? To watch the child grow, too notice as the child developed a personality that mirrored your own?

As I sat here next to my soon to be father, I realized that I was wrong, that apparently there are other reasons to adopt a child.

My "father" didn't hide his reason for wanting to adopt me. He told the orphanage warden with complete honesty what he wanted from me, like it was the most common thing in the world. Of course it didn't surprise me when the warden signed the papers like nothing was wrong. In this day and age no man cared about what the woman felt or wanted, we had zero rights over men.

I was being adopted for a horrible reason. This man wanted me as a replacement, for his apparently defective daughter. He wanted to balance out his family. His son was apparently perfect, as he explained to the warden, but his daughter was a different story. He didn't go into much detail but I could see the embarrassment and slight anger on his face that he was trying to hide.

Why would someone feel that way toward their own flesh and blood? But I guess it was normal, considering the feelings where meant for a woman. I knew at once I would never like this man for as long as I lived.

[Alice]

My Father's new Heine-Velox rolled into the driveway of our house. He always liked the newest most expensive things to show off his power and money. I had scoffed to myself when he first brought it home. It stopped just shy of the front steps of the house. I watched as the door opened to reveal my father getting out of the auto-mobile. He strides purposefully to the other side and opens the door. The world around me started too slow as a stunning brunette stepped out of the auto-mobile. I had never seen such a beauty in all my life. A strange feeling started to well up within my chest. I was utterly confused. I haven't felt this way before. As if sensing my unease, the picture started too slowly fade into a deep darkness before I could form a plausible reason.

I shook my head to clear the last bit of blurriness from my vision as I started to see reality. I sighed. It seemed like father finally accomplished his mission to find another daughter. He had been searching for a while, going from orphanage to orphanage, trying to find a beautiful girl around my age to make up for my defect. He wanted to make that perfectly clear every time he left the house to search. " Mary Alice, I'm going out now to find a daughter that will make up for your disappointment. Be grateful that I don't drop you off there as well." A smirk would always accompany a heartless snicker. A feeling of deep sadness washed over me. Tears sprung from my eyes without my consent. I wiped them away furiously with the back of my dress sleeve.

"Pull yourself together Mary Alice Brandon! Crying won't help your situation!" I scolded myself half-heartedly. The sadness stubbornly stayed just the way it was. My mind drifted toward the memory of my mother who would always manage to cheer me up.

" Alice, sweetheart never forget that your mother loves you just the way you are." Mother would always say stuff like that to me. This I remember the clearest. It was the last words she said to me before she died from illness. It was also the day that father started to hate me. He would yell at me, telling me it was my fault. If I could supposedly see the future, why hadn't I seen this coming? Or I had seen it and I let my Mother die by not telling anyone. He never believed me when I said I hadn't seen anything. My relationship with my father was never the same again.

My thoughts were interrupted by the noise of an approaching auto-mobile engine that was coming up the drive. I knew immediately who it was, my visions usually never fail. Unless I see to it myself, nothing will change. I learned this first hand throughout the years.

I slowly walked down the stairs. This was a routine that I never liked to do. Every time he came home I was supposed to greet him at the door, no matter what I was doing. Then suddenly I remembered the latter part of the vision. I was to have a sister, no matter what the reason; I was to have a sister. The thought made this daily routine seem a little less of what is was, a routine. For the first time in a long while, I was actually excited to greet my father at the door.

I got there just in time. I could hear two sets of footsteps coming up the front steps, the second slowly lagging behind that of the first. I turned the knob and swung the door open right as my father stepped inside not once had he paused in his stride toward the door, knowing with confidence that the door would open for him.

As he passed I saw who I had seen in my vision. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Said girl paused a little, shock evident on her face. I gave her an expectant look, to show her it was ok, that this always happened. She slowly walked in, bowing slightly as she did so. And I closed the door gently behind her.

[Bella]

Once I had thrown all my stuff, which wasn't much, into a bag. An orphanage worker immediately grabbed the bag off my bed and headed toward the door leading to the hall and out the front door. I followed close behind. What was wrong with him? The guy never paid me any mind before. I soon had my answer. Just outside the front door was parked a Heine-Velox, the most expensive auto-mobile I had ever seen. I slowly walked closer.

The man who was now my adoptive father was extremely rich. No wonder he felt like that toward his own daughter, he had an image to uphold. I held in my rising disgust and anger for the heartless person in front of me. " Isabel, your stuff has been put into the car already. Please get in." my so called father said gesturing toward the worker from earlier. The worker responded immediately and hurriedly opened the door for me. The door was closed behind me and the auto-mobile jerked forward shortly after, hardly giving the worker enough time to step back.

The ride was quiet as we drove down the road. A deep voice from my right broke the silence. " Isabel, you're going to like your new house. I own one of the town's most profitable coal mining companies. So, It's only natural that I have a marvelous house." He said boasting, trying to buy my affection with status. "I'll make sure you have a good care free life at the house. Your new sister," He paused. Anger flashed in his eyes at the mention of his own daughter. "… will make it happen."

I turned toward the window, and away from this disgrace of a man. "Thank you for your concern." I said though my teeth with as much feigned gratitude as I could muster. "Don't worry about it! You're my daughter now." He said with a mixture of smugness and relief, as if he had accomplished the greatest thing in the world. I sneered at the window barely holding myself back from cursing this man out.

It was completely silent the rest of the ride to my new "home". We entered through a grand gate and continued down the path to the house. As the house came into view, I couldn't help but gawk at the gigantic house that made me feel tiny in comparison. The house might have even trumped the orphanage, twice. And the orphanage was quite a comfortable size. I should have expected this. This man owned a company that was one of the biggest things in trade right now, coal. But this, this, was over doing it a bit.

By this time we had already stopped in front of the front steps. He turned to no doubt look at my face. That's exactly what he did. He started to laugh; like he knew he had won, that he would get what he wanted without a struggle that I would comply without question. Confidence was the main emotion on his face. "Like what you see?" He snickered as he got out. He walked to my door and opened it for me. Closing it behind me, he headed for the door.

As we got closer, I noticed he wasn't slowing down. It looked like he either thought there was no door, or it would magically open for him. The door swung open to reveal a goddess like girl with flowing jet black hair. He paid her no mind and strode right through. I hesitated looking at the girl with shock. She continued to look at me expectantly so I walked in bowing to her to show her I was grateful. The door closed softly behind me.

I had only taken a couple of steps until I started to look around in complete awe. The furnishings were of an extremely high taste. There were paintings everywhere you looked. In every room that I could see, there was at least one majestic statue or vase of basically every shape and size imaginable. Resting my hand on my chin in a thinking gesture, I took a tentative step toward a vase to examine the craftsmanship. The brush work of the design was amazing! This vase could only have been made by a long time professional.

As I was evaluating the vase I heard a very soft musical sound. From the sound of it, it seemed like the noise was being muffled. I turned toward the sound and realized that the musical noise was coming from the girl that previously opened the front door. That laugh, even though muffled, was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. A beautiful laugh suited a beautiful woman. The thing that puzzled me though, was why it looked like she was trying to make the noise non-existent.

When she noticed I had heard her, her face turned from amused to scared in a flash. I opened my mouth ready to ask the reason but she started to wave her arms back and forth furiously, effectively stopping my question before I said it. She mouthed out "Please don't". I looked at her with a confused, worried look. She replied with a "Later". Not wanting to find out the reason by talking, I nodded my head with understanding. With relief her mouth turned upward into a sweet smile and formed two silent words, "Thank you". I gave her a smile of my own and with one last glance; I turned toward the direction where my so called "father" had gone and proceeded down the seemingly never ending hallway.

A/N: And that's the first chapter! AlicexBella are adorable! :3

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