I Felt Hope
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.
Author's Note: I just want to thank Rowsy for helping me get back into writing and inspiring me to re-write this story. So thank you so much and I hope I don't disappoint you guys this time.
Summary: What if Alice and Jasper followed the same fate Edward & Bella had? Would Jasper be able to control his bloodlust— or would he simply finish the job? Warning: Includes spoilers from the Twilight series, and occurs before meeting the Cullen family. AH!
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Prologue: The Dream
Alice's POV
I'm home from yet another day of school, exhausted from the events that had occurred earlier that day. Before entering the household I get the mail with letter addressed to me in Times New Roman font. Upon entering the household, I open the envelope, its contents unknown to me because it has been blurred. My face goes from tense to worry as shove the envelope and its contents down my pocket. I immediately start scribbling on a post-it left alone on the counter. With the note in hand, I immediately stick it down onto the solid surface of the refrigerator. And then I turn back around, grab the car keys, and I'm out the door exposed to a warm, spring afternoon.
I press the button labeled "Unlock" on the car keys and get into the driver's seat of my prized possession: a red Ford. It was a birthday gift where I had invited all of my friends to a sleepover at a hotel and my parents had revealed their present at the end of the day. I remember I was screaming so loud, some of the residents had to open their windows and see what had caused the entire ruckus. Some people even filed a complaint, because I ended up partying hard the whole night after that. After that, I learned not to take my parents for granted. I didn't see it coming because they never made up their minds, I've realized.
I slip out of my sweater and thrust it into the backseat of the car. I stick the key into its place and I turn on the engine. I put one foot gently on the brake and then I shift the gear to R for "reverse". And then before I know it, I'm in front of a large white building. The sign reads: The Philadelphia Asylum. Then the scene changes to me facing a big large truck. I run towards it and lift open the handles to the doors pull it open. I gasp at what I see, my brown hues go wide, and suddenly I'm held captive as well.
My name is Mary Alice Cullen and the year is 1918.
And this is the story of my life.
It's just the beginning.
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