A/N: I see Edward as a very old-world-ish and snobbish person in this story, only concerned with not quite totally himself, but with the things around him that have the most effect on him. I see him as able to change his mind about what he esteems to be for his better good, and better for those around him quite effectively. So this is Edwards POV where I saw Edward as describing the situation he and Alice have landed themselves in with a very sophisticated and snobbish air. The words spoken very primly and held in the highest of esteem.

The higher echelons of society had a way of speaking that no other group could match. Until the day I met Mary Alice Brandon that is. All their sophisticated words held no match to our conversations that were completely silent. With me being able to read her mind, and her able to foresee my response, we were able to hide much from those around us. Even the budding relationship we were starting to form.

That relationship started off as most relationships do, just plain friendship. It lasted like that for half a century. How it was able to last as just that for so long, I'll never know. All I do know is that we were happy as friends. Then Bella came along. And I almost wish I had never met her. I shouldn't say that though because then I never would have truly found my Mary Alice.

For that's her name. Mary Alice, not Alice. Everyone calls her Alice as it's what they're accustomed to I guess. Jasper started it off. I've seen their meeting in my head almost a million times.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Jasper." Mary Alice said.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting ma'am." Jasper replied.

"My name is Mary Alice Brandon. But I see you calling me Alice. That's alright."

"Well, Alice, my name is Jasper Whitlock. It's a pleasure to meet you." Jasper said holding out a hand.

"Likewise, Jasper." Mary Alice said, shaking his hand.

I could tell even there she didn't like to be called Alice very much, not that Jasper was insensitive to it. I know he would have called her Mary Alice, he just took her words as an invitation to call her Alice. Later as I realized I was starting to have feelings for Mary Alice that was my first clue that they didn't belong together. But I have to take you through The Bella Fiasco first.

Bella was- is the only person to have ever eluded my mental power. Right there was stimulating enough to forge a connection between Bella and I. Then I caught a whiff of her scent and it pushed me off the edge. Carlisle was right, I was no longer myself around Bella. Bella had changed me, but not for the better as everyone else seemed to think.

No, Bella had changed me for the worse. I had to fight to keep from killing her. Just the fighting, the scent of her blood, and her mental block were enough to make me think I had fallen in love with her. She was my own personal mystery, my own personal puzzle. All I had to do was ask her a question and I'd be intrigued for hours.

Then James came, and almost took my puzzle away from me. I wouldn't have it. I had worked so hard to figure her out, yet she still had a few surprises left in her. I didn't want to let her go because I thought I loved her. Now I realized it was her mental shield that I loved the most, but back then I was still stuck in the throes of puppy love.

Six months later on September 13th everything changed. Bella got a paper cut, and Jasper attacked. I reacted violently, and when I looked at myself through Jasper's emotion sensor I didn't see a hint of protectiveness, a dash of betrayal. All I was rage and possessiveness for my personal puzzle. Bella being totally acceptant and untroubled by Jasper's attack was what unglued the whole puzzle for me. I knew everything about her that I needed to. My thirst for the puzzle was satiated. I soon realized that we, as a family couldn't stay around much longer anyway. We were getting closer and closer each day to being discovered for what we were so I convinced the family that we needed to leave. Back then it was because I thought I loved her. It's clear to me now that I didn't. Thinking I actually loved her when I didn't was the one thing I ever regretted, and the reason why I call it "The Bella Fiasco".

But without Bella, I was bored most of the time, as was Alice. Our silent conversations started up again in full force. It was then I realized that Alice would never become boring in my eyes. She would always be a mystery to me. But that wasn't what attracted me to her most. Mary Alice was the only one to ever know what I needed. She knew I needed something to distract me. And after a separation of six months, Mary Alice helped me devise a plan to get my puzzle back, and it worked flawlessly, or almost flawlessly. The Volturi became more involved than I had planned, and we had no choice but to change Bella now.

The six months had changed a lot in Bella, and for that I had Jacob to thank. She was a whole new puzzle to me. I "fell in love" with her once again.

The night after Bella had had that final conversation with Jacob, where she realized that she loved him (though not as much as she did me) was the night it finally sunk into my head that I didn't love her anymore. With those tears, the final mystery that was Bella had been solved, and she no longer held any pull for me. I decided to stay with her all the same though, for what else was there for me to do. Bella did pull the occasional trick every once in a while.

The morning after that was the first time Mary Alice had a vision of us together. No Jasper and no Bella. It was just us. During that time, everyone else was out hunting and Mary Alice and I had been playing a game of chess when the vision came. We had been sitting close together, actually playing the game in our mind, forgetting about the chess set on the table. The vision showed Mary Alice and I together in a loving embrace. That vision opened up the flood gates, and our eyes, showing us what we were missing, what our "mates" couldn't give us, and what we could find in each other.

The information flowed between our brains while we stared each other in the eyes and the next thing we knew, we were making out on the table, totally carried away in each other's minds. It was a fight to let each other go when I realized it was close to time for the rest of the family to get back.

We at first decided to ignore what had happened, pretend that what we shared didn't take place. It worked, for all of about five minutes. We had passed the point of no return with that single kiss. And I found myself craving more with each second that passed without her in my arms.

It is sinful I know. "Thou shall not covet thy brother's wife." But what isn't sinful these days? And if it's for a love as passionate, all consuming, and if not pure then basic as the love between Mary Alice and I, then, well I am prepared to do anything just for those few extra minutes alone with my Mary Alice.