A/N: Yeah, so I changed the name of the story and I decided to make it alternating chapters between the pasts of Alice and Jasper. I thought that would be more fun for me. And I have to say; I really loved writing this chapter so I hope that you all like it as much as I liked writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or pretend to own Twilight. I only make awkward situations with its characters for fun and entertainment.

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"Mary Alice Brandon!" Margaret Brandon shouted as she waited for her eldest child to appear. And sure enough she did after a moment. Mary Alice was short, shorter than she should be. Her mother sighed. As a child Mary Alice had so much potential to be a beauty, but with her… problems her mother was worried that her daughter may never find a husband.

"Yes mother?" Mary Alice said in her soft, musical voice. Her mother shuddered. She was glad that she had a normal child; there was just something very off putting about Mary Alice. She was pretty, but much shorter than the other girls of her age. The last time she had measured her daughter, two months ago, she was four feet and ten inches; much to short for an eighteen year-old girl. Then there was the problem of her… little problem. Having that kind of baggage is something that husbands don't look for.

"Mary Alice," Margaret said with a sigh seeing her daughter's pale blue eyes on her. "We have a nice man coming over for dinner, one of your father's friends and his grandson. We'd like you to put your best dress on. The boy is about your age and it's about time that you find a husband."

"Yes mother." Mary Alice said politely then walked away. She had been through this before, many times. It had started when she was sixteen; a nice boy, a friend of her father's would come to dinner in order to see Alice. She would smile and talk but towards the end of dinner she'd get a vision. She'd just stop talking and breathing for a minute or two then return to normal. But she could never return to normal quick enough. She would always scare the boy away.

Alice walked up to her dusty bedroom and opened her closet. Towards the back was the dress that her mother wanted her to put on. It was a terrible blue color with ruffles all over it. Alice sighed heavily as she took off her clothes and placed the tacky number on. She longed to be able to live on her own and to wear the dresses that she had seen in magazines and movies. They called them scandalous and something that harlots would wear, but Alice thought that flappers were beautiful.

Alice looked at herself in the large mirror that was attached to her wall and shuddered. The dress was too big; there weren't many dress stores that carried things for eighteen year-olds who were under five feet; and it was hideous. She wanted to take a pair of scissors and chop it up. She was contemplating this when the door opened to her room and her sister walked in.

"Alice!" Cynthia said. "You look beautiful!" Alice smiled at her younger sister. She was beautiful and blonde and at eight was almost as tall as Alice was now. It was strange; both of Alice's parents were tall, and Cynthia was as well, but somehow Alice was extremely short. It had always puzzled Alice.

"Thank you Cindy." Alice said with a caring smile. She cared about her sister a great deal and was glad that she was there right now.

"Do you have another dinner party tonight sister?" Cynthia asked eagerly. She loved to hear the stories of the beautiful dinner parties that her parents would hold that she was too young to attend. Cynthia had always said that she could not wait until she would be able to have dinner parties with her parents and handsome boys, but Alice knew that she would never need them. Cynthia was beautiful and… normal. She would have no trouble finding a husband like Alice did.

"Yes Cynthia, I do." Suddenly images filled Alice's mind. Oh-no. I can't let Cynthia see. She thought as she tried to shake the images out. Since Alice and her parents had learned of her… problem, as they called it, they had tried to hide it from Cynthia, who would be terrified of it. "Get out Cynthia." Alice said quietly, hoping that she wouldn't have to resort to yelling at her sister.

"But Alice!" Cynthia said not moving. The images were coming faster now and Alice had to get Cynthia out of the room.

"GET OUT!" She yelled scaring her sister out of the room. With a semi-relieved sigh Alice lied down on her bed and let the premonition come.

"Get out!" Margaret hissed.

Scared faces looking at… her.

"It's time to leave now…" Her father said as she felt herself being dragged.

A dark, dark room.

It's cold… so cold…

"Have this blanket…" A pair of red eyes…

Alice 'woke-up' from her vision and shot up. It had been a long one and she was breathing heavily; there were tears in her eyes. Like always, she had no idea what was in the vision, but she realized that this one wasn't a good one.

Usually Alice's visions were cryptic. A flash of light, a few words, a laugh, a scream, someone crying. It was always hard to tell what was going on in them. She rarely saw things as a fluid moment in time. There had only been two times that that had happened. First she saw the birth of her sister two days before her mother had discovered that she was pregnant and a few years later she had seen a strange place that she had never seen before and a conversation with a man in an apron there. It had just been pleasant small talk, but it seemed like she had been waiting for something. But Alice didn't know what; it hadn't happened yet.

"Mary Alice!" Alice could hear her mother call from downstairs. "We have company!" Alice wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to fill her lungs with oxygen. She prayed that this premonition would mean that she wouldn't get one at dinner.

Alice bravely walked downstairs and plastered a smile on her face. She knew that her parents were trying very hard to find her a suitor and though she didn't want to go through with this archaic ritual, she had to do it for their sake.

"Oh," her mother cooed as her father stood stoically beside her. "Major Rodney, this is my daughter Mary Alice." Alice smiled and curtsied to the older man that her mother had gestured to. He was an older man, older than her father. He had heavy wrinkles and gray hair that have a life of its own. It stood up in strange places and seemed awkwardly plastered down in others.

"Hello sir." She said, trying to be charming.

"Hello Mary Alice." He said stiffly and she noticed for the first time that he was wearing an old Confederate soldier uniform. Alice felt awkward; she knew absolutely nothing about the Civil War.

"And Mary Alice, this is Major Rodney's grandson Robert." Her mother said beaming. Margaret was the best actress that Alice could think of. She curtsied to the younger boy. He had black glasses and dark brown hair. He wore a simple suit; he was the most casually dressed one there. Alice suddenly felt a bit overdressed for the occasion looking at Robert's garb. "Now come, come, come. Let's have some drinks, shall we?"

They all settled down in the parlor and Alice's mother passed out drinks. Without an invitation Major Rodney began to speak.

"That bush outside of your house, it reminds me of this time from the war…" Major Rodney began to talk about a story from when he was in the army. It literally sucked all traces of happiness from the room. Even Margaret was looking bored as he talked.

"He'll never stop now." Alice heard someone whisper in her ear. She turned around and was face-to-face with Robert. "It's all he ever talks about." He said with a smile. Alice smiled back.

"… Stonewall Jackson once said…" Major Rodney droned on.

"Are you really eighteen?" Robert asked Alice quietly; his face was red with embarrassment and he wasn't making eye contact with her. Alice giggled quietly. He was shy.

"Yes I am, I just don't look it." She said happily and he smiled.

"Would you two please pay attention!?" Major Rodney said in a stern voice. Alice and Robert immediately turned forward and looked down. Alice couldn't help but to notice; however; how happy her mother looked. "I was just about to tell your favorite story grandson." He said smugly. Alice let a small giggle out and Robert kicked her foot. Alice could feel that she was already beginning to like Robert.

"It was the battle of Galveston, Texas. I had been serving in Texas under a Major, the youngest in the state. We had been ordered to clear the town of all of the people and take them to Houston to make sure they were safe. It was a long journey and we barely left the saddle. I was the personal pageboy of the Major; I had always been his favorite." Major Rodney said with some smug satisfaction. Alice had never been a violent person and she could never understand how people were so proud when they progressed into high ranks of the army.

"How interesting!" Margaret gushed unconvincingly, but the Major ignored her.

"Yes, we had finally made it to Houston but he just got right back on the saddle and wanted to head back to Galveston. He was one of the finest men I had ever met that Major. He would do anything to help out the cause." The major seemed like someone that Alice would never like. To want to get ahead in war; the business of killing; was just sick. "But he was never heard from again." The Major looked troubled for a moment. "Some said that it was the ghosts of the Union soldiers that he had killed. Others said that he was captured by the Union and tortured for information that he never gave. But no one really knows whatever happened to Major Jasper Whitlock."

Flashes. Pictures. Scenes…

The red eyes again…

"Mary Alice!"

"Cynthia!"

The dark room…

It's so cold… so cold…

The Red eyes; the unfriendly red eyes.

"Edward, she'll be one of us."

The red stool…

Red eyes, but different red eyes. King red eyes, lost red eyes.

Major Jasper Whitlock…

Mary Alice was shaking violently on the ground. Neither Margaret nor her husband knew what to do. This was the worst that it had ever happened; it was getting worse and worse as she aged. Margaret sighed. She watched in silence as the expensive dress was ripped multiple times.

Major Rodney stood far back from her daughter's unconscious body with a look of disgust on his face. His grandson was on his knees next to Mary Alice trying to get her to stop. It took almost all of Margaret's self-control not to tell him to just stop; that it wasn't worth it.

"Is this the damaged goods that you're trying to sell to my grandson?" Major Rodney said with a disgusted face.

"We are not trying to sell her to you!" Margaret said with a scowl. It's not like we could sell her to anyone. We want to give her away! She added silently. She had always cursed God for giving her this burden in her life, but this was just too much. Something had to be done.

After a few minutes Mary Alice woke-up again and a look of shock was on her face.

"Mary Alice, how are you…?" Robert began to ask but Margaret's husband came to his daughter and forced her up onto her feet.

"I've had enough of this." He said simply as he began to drag her away. Margaret was about to say something when she heard the footsteps of her younger daughter on the staircase.

"Alice!" Cynthia cried as she tried to run to her sister, now halfway across the room and struggling to get out of her father's grasp.

"Cynthia!" Alice shouted in return trying desperately to reach her sibling. Margaret grabbed Cynthia and carried her back to her bedroom.

"Let me go father!" Alice screamed looking for help from someone, anyone. She thought that Robert might have helped her, but he was standing perfectly still with his grandfather's hand on his shoulder. She silently cursed the boy. She had thought that perhaps she could like him, but now as she was being dragged away by her dad she saw him and the rest of her family for what they were, cowards.

"Stop struggling Mary Alice, I'm going to take you somewhere safe." Her father told her grimly as he bent to pick her up in his arms.

Anywhere is better than here. Alice thought as her father took her out the front door.

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A/N: So there it is! Next chapter will be a Jasper one. I just have to point out that I absolutely adored the part where the Major was talking about Jasper, that made me laugh really hard when I was writing it. And I know Alice doesn't seem quite as bubbly as she does in the books, but that will come with time. She has deep family issues and when she's away from them she'll get better. Another thing, I know that she has more clear visions when she's a vampire, but there's a reason that I made the ones in this more disjointed and strange. When someone becomes a vampire it's supposed to enhance the abilities they had as a human, so I think that Alice's visions would become better when she is a vampire. Now I'll stop rambling in this A/N. Please review ya'll. Reviews make me feel warm and fuzzy inside.