Disclaimer: I do not own twilight (unfortunately!)

Please review!

6 years later

I did not understand the way that Cass was staring at me, wide eyed, I turned off my CD player and raised my eyebrows at her. She went over to the CD player and turned it back on again.

"That's beautiful," she commented. "Who plays it?"

I blinked rapidly, and if I could have blushed I would have. I did not speak.

I didn't need to; her gift was to find out what she needed to about somebody. I lifted my shield so she could she could see this fact she was seeking.

She was kind of like a vampire Google…

"Oh," she breathed. "A lullaby, how beautiful."

They did not know about Edward, I'd told my Coven that I did not really want to speak about it, and they understood.

"Who's Edward?" she frowned, because she could not find out who he was as she normally would be able to. My shield was a handy thing; I just shook my head and let my lullaby take me away.

"Bella!" Ethan yelled from down stairs. "Phone for you!"

I muttered to myself as I walked human speed down the stairs, "No need to shout," I mumbled. "I'm not deaf."

He grinned and handed me the receiver, I took it grumpily and Tia, Ethan's mate, giggled gently.

"Hello?" I asked, wondering who would possibly be calling at 2am in the morning.

'Good morning,' a voice I vaguely recognised greeted in a symphonic voice. "Is this Tia?"

I sighed, exasperated, "Um, no, this is Bella."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I tried to remember where I recognised the voice from. "I'm staying with you for the weekend, can you please remind Tia?"

"Of course," I said happily, delighted that we'd be having visitors and hung up.
"It was for Tia," I punched Ethan lightly. "Not Bella."

"Ow," he muttered, rubbing his arm. "Ah, well, same thing!"

Tia elbowed him in the ribs, and he groaned, "Cass, the girls are beating me up again!"

Cassie hopped down the stairs, smirking, and I turned to Tia, "Oops! I forgot to ask her name!"

She smiled, "Don't worry, I know. It's Alice." Tia explained, the name rang a bell strangely. "She likes to be organised."

I frowned, who had Alice been? I recognised… "Alice who?"

Tia raised one eyebrow questionably, "Alice Cullen."

I squinted through the murky river into my human memories, but could not remember who this 'Alice Cullen' was.

Running upstairs, I fell onto my bed and rubbed my eyes, angry that I could not remember.

On the backs of my eyelids, I saw a small, pretty girl with short pixy hair, golden eyes and pale skin. The image was clear and defined, strange for a human memory.

Alice Cullen.