You see all kinds AU fan fictions featuring Bella and Edward. What about the others? I decided since I couldn't really find any of anyone else, here is mine. It's awfully dark, even for me, so I guess I should put this out there...

WARNING: This is not for the cheerful or optimistic. Anything bad that can happen, will happen. If you've got any ideas for things that can happen, go ahead and review them to me or shoot me an e-mail. I have a few things I know are going to happen, but I'm always looking to put in some doom and gloom. :)

Happy (not) reading.

Alice Brandon-Swan

I was in love.

I'd been in love for nearly two years, when the beautiful Jasper Hale moved to Phoenix with his just as gorgeous twin sister, Rosalie. Both were a grade ahead of me, but they lived next door to my sister's boyfriend, Edward Cullen, so they befriended him instantly. Rosalie fell for Edward's older bear of a brother Emmett, and that's when Edward introduced me to Jasper.

He and Bella had been dating for a long time, longer than I could remember. Okay, that's a lie. They'd been dating since the summer between seventh and eighth grade and had been going strong the entire time. Only a few fights had marred their otherwise flawless relationship, and though they were only going to be juniors, they had plans to get married one day.

Bella dragged me to Edward's house one day when I had plans to go shopping with my good friend Heidi. I had to cancel, though, after she called Edward over and they both forced me into his sleek, silver Volvo.

I sat pouting in the back as they held hands up front. "You guys suck," I muttered, sinking down in my seat. Summer had just begun, and after the vacation was over, I was going to be a freshman. I'd never been more nervous, but I still had plenty of time to agonize over high school. It was only June, after all.

"You don't really mean that," Bella said with a good-natured smile. She glanced at me with her big, innocent brown eyes in the rear view mirror, meeting my blue ones. I sighed heavily, shaking my head, but not complaining otherwise.

We pulled up into his driveway, and I spotted a glistening red BMW parked in front of his three-story house. His father was a doctor, and both of his grandparents were fairly loaded, so when they died, they'd left a good sum of money to both his mother, Esme, and his father, Carlisle.

"What's that?" I asked as he pulled his car into one of the garages. There were four. "Did Carlisle trade in the Mercedes?" I glanced at him, but he just chuckled.

"No, it belongs to the neighbors." He killed the engine and got out, and I followed suite.

I blinked, confused. "Why would they park it in front of your house?" I pestered.

"I don't know, they just did. I think it's just until they finish fixing up their garage." He looked back at me with his big green eyes, mentally begging me to stop asking so many questions, so I pressed my lips together into a scowl.

I'd heard of when the Hales moved into the vacant house next to Edward's, but I'd never had a reason to go visit them. They must've been just as wealthy as Edward's family because they lived in the nicer part of our neighborhood where houses were three stories tall and they had enough room for four car garages. Unfortunately, Bella and I lived a few blocks away in a humble brown two-story house with three bedrooms and three bathrooms. It was small, but it was just fine for us. We had a one car garage where my mother parked her new 2008 Hyundai Sonata, and the old black Mustang Bella and I shared sat out on the street.

We walked in through the garage door, heading in through the foyer. The winding staircase led up where prying eyes couldn't see, but Edward kept walking through the sitting room, which joined into the dining room. I could here voices now as he led us through the arched doorway, and then I saw them, the three people sitting around the round, wooden kitchen table playing cards.

The first was Emmett, who instantly recognized by his dark curls and large build. He looked too out of place with them, and I chuckled lightly under my breath. The second was a girl who was also facing me, her hair long and blond and her eyes a lighter shade of blue than mine, if it were even possible. Third was a tall, lanky male with ruffled blond hair, his back to me so I couldn't see his face.

Edward took Bella's hand as he led her to the table, sitting in between Emmett and the boy. Emmett was more than happy to move his chair next to the girl's, who looked just as happy to be close to the enormous boy.

Instead of going to the table where the five people were already squeezed together with one chair left between the mystery boy and the girl, I went to the fridge first, opening it up eagerly. I saw what I was looking for – a six pack of Coke from the really old Coke bottles that the Cullens always seemed to have a huge supply of. Usually, for Christmas, they wrapped up a couple twelve packs and stuck them in our fridge at home for me to find on Christmas morning. Edward was the only one who rivaled my love for Coke.

I shut the fridge and cracked open the bottle on the edge of the kitchen island before moving gracefully to stand behind Bella's chair, looking down into her hand. I peered out the corner of my eye to glance at the mystery boy's cards before slowly making my way around the table until I was clambering into my own chair.

"Are you settled?" Edward asked, lifting an eyebrow. I stuck out my tongue and folded myself sinuously and with more grace than I had initially intended. Then, I nodded. "Guys, this is my girlfriend Bella, and the little annoyance is Mary Alice, her sister."

"I know who they are," Emmett remarked, earning a slap on the back of the head from Edward. Before it could into a wrestling match, the girl spoke up.

"I'm Rosalie, and that's my twin brother Jasper." I realized I could look at the mystery boy – Jasper, I corrected myself – and did so. He looked just like his sister, but with a more masculine face and deeper blue eyes that I could nearly drown in. I quickly looked away and focused my stare at Edward.

"Don't listen to him," I stated haughtily. "Just call me Alice. I don't want there to be a cause for bodily harm."

Emmett chuckled "Mary Alice" under his breath, and I promptly threw the lid of my Coke bottle at his head.

It was Jasper's turn to stop the wrestling. "You don't look at all alike. Are you sure you're sisters?" He was staring at me, and I felt my cheeks turn slightly pink.

"We're not really sisters," Bella said from across the table. "My mother adopted her when she was really young, so we've been together pretty much all of our lives." She smiled at me, and I smiled back. Bella and I were best friends and sisters, something that couldn't be explained with words.

"I was gonna say," Rosalie agreed, laughing lightly, "Bella's so tall and you're... not."

I huffed and crossed my arms, glaring at Rosalie until she laughed again. Pretty soon the card game was over, and we all went out into the Cullen's back yard to go swimming. Thankfully, I'd worn my little black bikini that matched my shock of black hair (which was growing back nicely after I'd rebelliously shaved it off the summer before the Hale's arrival due to the insane heat).

Though I hadn't talked to Jasper much that first day, it was only a matter of days until we were getting to know each other. He'd come over to our house when Bella was with Edward and Rosalie was with Emmett to "get away from the lovey-dovey couples" .

And that was the summer I fell in love.

I was recalling that summer as Jasper and I sat watching a movie together. His head was in my lap and I was smoothing his blond hair away from his forehead, my eyes never once glancing at the television screen. He seemed to be having the same problem because pretty soon he sat up, gently pulled me against his chest, and kissed me. I smiled against his lips before he pulled back and ran his hands through my hair. It was longer now, though I was always cutting it so it was never past my shoulders. At the moment, It was cropped just around my face with messy, random layers and uneven bits with my bangs cut long enough to be swept off to the left.

"I love you," he said quietly. I sighed happily and we traded places, my head now in his lap. He took to preening me with his fingers, occasionally leaning down to nip my skin – my jaw, my earlobe, my neck, any place he could reach.

The movie, though ignored, was over too soon and I sat up, shaking my hair out around my face. "Sorry, Jasper, you have to go," I told him sadly, earning an equally depressed stare in return. I smiled lightly and leaned across the space between us to wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace. "I gotta get ready for work."

"I know, babe, but I don't want you to go." I could hear the pout in his voice.

"Oh, Jasper, lighten up! We've got the whole summer together!" I tried to think about only the summer and not about his impending senior year. He promise he'd wait for me and we'd go to college together, but it didn't make it any easier that he wouldn't eat lunch with me every day, or that he wouldn't walk me to and from my classes, giving me little kisses when he suspected no one was looking.

"I know," he replied. "How about this – I'll drive you to work."

I giggled at his hopeful tone. "Sure, and I'll even sleep over your house if you want."

His breathing seemed to hitch, but he didn't voice what he was thinking, because he knew I was thinking the same thing. "Okay... but I won't be able to pick you up. Rosalie needs the convertible as soon as I get home."

"No big deal," I assured him. "I'll walk."

Jasper wasn't pleased at the thought of me walking through Phoenix all by myself at night, but I had lived here all my life, so I knew the streets better than I knew the back of my hand. After another chaste kiss, I bounded up the stairs to change for work.

He drove me to the Blockbuster a few blocks away, and after ravishing my exposed collarbone, I buttoned up my polo and kissed him good-bye before stepping out of his car and grabbing my back, heading into the brightly lit video store.

Nothing exciting happened. Edward came in once to rent a really scary movie to watch with Bella just so she would hide her face against him the whole time. I rolled my eyes at this but gave the movie to him anyway. Other than that, things were slow.

My shift was soon over at ten thirty and I eagerly left the store to head for Jasper's house. I'd walked a few blocks, passing my own house, before spying a short-cut I so frequently used – a little alley that would cut my time considerably. It was awfully scary looking at night because I usually only traveled it during the day. However, it was a clean alley that I was too familiar with to pass up. Besides, I wanted to be in the arms of my love more than I could have expressed.

I quickly began to dart down the ally, feet making little noise against the stone. I got to the part where an opening met the alley. If I had turned left, I'd be out on the street. I glanced down the juncture, only to spy a group of large boys standing near the mouth. I'd heard them talking even before I passed.

"Shh! Someone's coming," a male voice hissed.

"Hey, she's awfully tiny... they're the feistiest," someone else grumbled.

"Go for it, buddy, we'll watch the openings," a third man said.

My heart began beating too fast as some of the men went out on the street. Three stood at the end of the juncture before four others ran off. I picked up my pace, only to hear a quicker set of steps behind me. "Woah, woah," a husky voice told me. It was a new voice, one that hadn't been speaking before. "Where are you going so fast?"

I knew there was no escape as the enormous shadows appeared at each end of the alleyway. I was trapped. Even so, I struggled, and I pressed a hand to my mouth before I could scream.

I wasn't sure what was happening, but I heard the tearing of cloth. He deftly tied it around my eyes and proceeded to tear a thicker strip of his shirt to stuff in my mouth and then duct tape shut. I was crying even before anything else happened. Thankfully, he had to stop before yanking off my jeans, which he had already unbuttoned, because my cell phone rang.

For a long moment, I was left sitting on the ground, blind and unable to scream. The blindfold was wet with my tears. "Jasper?" the man rumbled. I heard him press a button, throw the phone back into the back, and turn back to me. "We'll just ignore him for the time being." I could hear the satisfied smile in his voice as he yanked off my pants and underwear, swiftly taking off his own before taking me there in the alley.

I fought back with him, and he smacked me numerous times. He wasn't at all gentle, and I hit my head on the concrete ground multiple times. He was everywhere, pinching me, hurting me... It wasn't at all pleasurable. It hurt more than the time I'd broken my arm in three places. Soon enough, he was finished with me, and he got up with a grunt. "Thanks for that, little fairy," he purred. I heard his friends meet up with him, laughing satisfied, as they left.

With shaking hands, I ripped the blindfold from my eyes and ripping the gag. As soon as my mouth as free, I was sobbing. My phone was ringing, and I fumbled with it, afraid if who it might be. It was Jasper, and I knew there was no way I could face him. With guilt heavy in my heart, I pressed the send button and pushed my phone against my ear. "Hello?" I whispered.

"Alice? Where are you?" He sounded very concerned, and I very nearly started going into hysterics. I held it all in, swallowing it down like a bad medicine.

"I'm sorry, Jasper, I can't sleep over tonight."

I could hear the confusion and hurt in his voice. "Oh, okay. How about I sleep over your house tomorrow night?"

Though I didn't want him near me, I said shakily, "Sure, that's fine."

"Are you sure you're okay?" he inquired, concerned.

I fumbled for a lie, spewing the first thing coming to my mind. "They were playing The Notebook at work. You know that always makes me cry."

He chuckled lightly, relieved. "All right. See you tomorrow, Alice. I love you."

The words tasted sour in my mouth, wondering what he would think of me if he knew what had happened, but I said them anyway, "I love you, too, Jazz. With all my heart." And then I hung up on my love.

With difficulty, I pulled on my underwear and jeans, nearly collapsing as I tried running for my house. I managed to reach it, trying to fit the key into the lock. I managed to get inside, and I locked the door behind me, refusing to leave the extra key outside. What if they man knew where I lived? What if he came in? I ran for the back door, locking it, too, before slowly going up to the bathroom Bella and I shared.

I stripped down and turned the water all the way up. I burned my skin as I got in, but I ignored the pain and scrubbed myself clean. I clenched my teeth together as tears streamed down my face, and I got out after the water ran cold and my skin was rubbed raw.

I changed into my most boring clothes – a gray sweatshirt and black sweat pants. I cranked the A/C all the way up before crawling, exhausted, into my bed.

Sleep eluded me, though, and I thought about what had happened. It was my fault – that was all I could think. It was my fault. My mind reciprocated the thought over and over again in my mind until I broke down crying at what I had done. I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes, sobbing quietly. What would Bella think? She'd hate me, I knew it. She had been the one who instilled 'No sex until marriage' in me and Jasper... she'd hate me for going against what we both believed so strongly in.

And Edward... he was just the same way. He would hate me more than she did! Edward and I had been good friends even before he met Bella. He was my brother like Bella was my sister. He'd hate me, too, and try to keep Bella away from me.

A face appeared in my mind – Jasper's face. We had both agreed to wait until marriage so it would be super special, and I had broken our promise. I fisted my hair and wanted to scream at myself for my stupidity, for letting everyone around me down. I decided I could tell no one. No one would ever know. And if I was pregnant...

Pregnant. I hadn't heard my attacker put on a condom, and I most certainly wasn't on the pill. I'd never seen the need. Soon I was crying again, thinking about a baby that belonged to an unknown father, just like I didn't know my father. But I couldn't take a little life, as much as I didn't want the little guy, if he even existed. I'd have to wait and find a way to get a hold of a pregnancy test without letting anyone know.

I managed to sleep, briefly, before waking up screaming in the middle of the night. No one was home – Bella was with Edward, and our mother, Renée was working over time. The whole scene replayed in my nightmare, but this time, Jasper found out and hated me. Soon enough, everyone found out, and then I was all alone.

I didn't go back to sleep. I couldn't. To see Jasper's broken expression and the hate in his eyes were too much for me to bear. I would live with this secret for the rest of my life, if I had to.

No matter what it did to me, I would never tell any one. Never.

Told you it wasn't for the optimistic.

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