IMPORTANT!!!
In this story all the Cullens are three years older. It just makes the story make more sence. Plus, 20 year old Alice and 17 years old Jasper... I don't think so.
1.
"Shit!" I mumbled, when i looked at my clock. That darn clock didn't wake me up, again. I sighed and somehow got out of my bed. I have to stop drinking so much at the parties. I walked down the stairs, where I smelled eggs and pancakes from last morning. Great... Now i'm not able to eat before work. What remembered me, that I have to catch that darn bus in about half an hour, or i'm gonna lose my job. I don't want that. I love my job. I'm an artist. It's anoying to draw to different people, who have no taste, and looks, but it's better than cleaning toilets for my boss. And i love drawing, even if i have to draw for selfish, rich and people with no taste.
I was puting jelly on my bread, when the phone rang. "Shit!" this time i screamed that, cause i just had to hit my toe on something.
Somegow i managed to get to the phone.
"Mary Alice Brandon speaking, hello?"
"Alice!" A really girly man voice screamed into the phone. A voice, i would recondnise everywhere. James' voice. James is my best friend, and he's also gay. Met him at my last job, where i was waitress, just like him.
"What?" I asked him, really mad.
"Somebody drank too much, huh? Anyways, my dad passed away and gave me his car. Wanna ride?"
"Ahh! I'm so sorry about your dad. Is this the mercedes you whined about for months?"
"Umm... YES!!!!" He screamed into my ear, so i dropped that phone. I quicly grabbed it from the ground.
"Well, hallelulia!! Be here in 10 cha!" I hung up.
I ran upstairs, to my closet, to find it allmost emty. I hate wash days, so i sometimes skip. Not a good idea. Now i had to wear dirty clothes. I ran downstairs, to bathroom, and grabbed the laundry. To my luck, what i don't have much left, i found a clean business skirt and spotless button down shirt. not the best choice, but it's still good i got anything at all.
Again i had to run upstairs, to get my stupid hair done. I usually just spike them. Great! Now shoes. In the closet i found dark blue sting flats and for some reason a pair of cute earrings.
"Aah!" I screamed out of suprise, when i heard honks outside. Great, now he's here! i ran down the stairs. I slipped, and my leg got stuck. Then everything went black.
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"Where am i?" I mumbled sleepily. "Shh, darling. You're in the hospital." James murmured beside me. "Why? What happened?" I asked, now more alive."You fell down the stairs, and hit your head on the table. I'm suprised you remember anyrhing." He placed his hand on mine.
A guy running in a dark street, breathing heavily. Two other men run after him. They have knives. The guy takes a wrong turn to dead-end. He stops and turns around. "Where is she?" The big man who was chasing him minute ago, asked. "I don't know what you are talking about." One familiar voice sayd. James. "Well, you ran, that means you do..." Smaller man told him. "I still don't know." James was defending himself. "What a shame." The smallest man san and stabbed him into the heart. Everyrhing turned black.
"Aah!! What was that?" i screamed, and pulled my hand away.
"What was what? Are there spiders around?"james asked panicked. "No, i guess it was just my imagination running free." I mumbled. "Well i'd better go, it's getting late. Cha sweetheart! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" He told me. "I won't." i promised him. then he left. Well, that was scary...
"Don't run, sweetheart!" Someone screamed behind me. I just ran faster. "There is no place to run..." I could hear my heart fasten up. My lungs burned like hell, but right now it didn't matter. He was right. There was no place to run. I looked back. Wrong idea. I managed to slip. "Ha! I told you not to run." He sayd with sick grin. I stood up, and felt horrible pain in my leg. Jup! The bone is broken. With a scream i fell back on my butt. He was close to me. Really close. He grabbed my hair, and pulled them. I screamed again. He placed a knife on my throat. "Now listen closely, if you don't coopriate, i will kill you now." I felt the adrenaline pumping in my vains. "Where is she?" He asked me. God, that man never brushes his teeth. "Who?" He hit me. Hard. "The one who sees people dying. Where is she?" That was confusing. "I don't know." I answered to him from the floor. He hit my sides this time. I whimpered in pain. I've had worce, when i got into motorcycle accident in eight grade. "For the last time, Where is she?" "I do not know!" I screamed from the floor. He pulled me up from my hair, again. This time i didn't scream. "Sad to see you die. You're a fine piece of meat..." He sniffed me. "Too bad you won't be here, while i'm... working on you." Oh, no he just didn't. I kneed him in the-place-where-sun-doesn't-shine. Now he was the one on the floor. "Too bad, you won't be working on me then." I hit him again, in the same spot, harder this time. That bastard fainted. "well, look's like I'm not dying today." I mumbled, and started limping away. "Don't be so sure..." I heard someone behind me say. Darkness...
I woke up. I still was in the hospital. God, what is happening to me?
"Well Alice, it looks like you are okay but we need to be sure, so you just need to stay a little longer." said.
Carlisle Cullen has been my docktor for last two months. He is allways really pale. It seems like it runns in his family though they adopted with his wife, Esme. She is the most kind-hearted person i've ever met.
"Good..."
"By the way, Bella and Rosalie found about it so they'll be visiting."
I nodded. We met at one party. It was Angela's Wedding. They're pretty cool accually. But kind of overwhelming.
"They are also bringing my sons with them. You can rest now. You have about an hour." I smiled to him and closed my eyes, hoping that nightmares wouldn't return.