Into The Abyss
Alice's Point Of View
What could I tell them? The vague memories of my human life were sketchy. But I knew her face. I would know my Lotte's face anywhere. I couldn't remember the vampire who changed me, but she was his. She would be just like her cousin Renesmee. And now she would be just like me, raped, frightened, and depending on Carlisle's arrangements, possibly put on her own in this world.
"How old are you Lotte?" Carlisle asked. I hated Jacob. I looked at her thin fragile frame, her body made by the hands of God himself. Her mature, full breasts, sitting on top of that perfectly shaped torso, and those long slender legs. The delicate hour-glass curve of her figure, her cheerful face, surrounded by long black ringlets. Her ice blue eyes penetrating the very essence of me. Had I known I had gone this long without seeing her, I would have searched for her. But I had assumed she had been killed. How foolish I was. Now she had paid the price.
"I'm 15." She said in that gentle voice like the world's finest crystal glasses. She was perfect and too young. Too mature, and now she had suffered, I blamed myself entirely. I took a hand of hers in mine. "Are you really my momma?" She asked in a delicate southern accent.
"Yes, sweetie I am, and I will never let anything happen to you again okay, little one?" I knew how Bella felt now, holding Renesmee, as I took Liselotte into my arms for the first time since her birth. I began to dry sob into her thin shoulder. I knew I would have to discuss this with Jasper. I couldn't just run around and claim her if he wasn't willing to keep her.
"Alice, I'm going to need some answers from you." Carlisle urged. I nodded. "Okay first, who was the father?"
"Same vampire who changed me." She said. He nodded.
"What year was she conceived and what year was she born?" He asked.
"In the same year of (I don't actually remember the year for this, so I'm putting a random year and will change it later.) 1921, when I met Jasper." I answered. Now time for the hard truth. "She was born, two days after I came here." Silence curtained the room, shutting out the lights and emitting gasps from all in presence. Jasper walked up beside me. He took my hand.
"How?" He asked simply.
"I gave birth to her the night Jasper went huning for animals the first time... I had her in the river. I then did like the story of Moses. I put her in a basket, and floated her away." I gulped. The one thing I could remember, and it was the worst thing about myself.
"Alice, no one blames you for this. We will support you and Lotte as long as you need." Carlisle asked. He then turned to Liselotte, resting on my bed.
"Lotte, how can you not remember the last 80 years?" He asked.
"I was in an asylum. They said I was crazy. They drugged me to make me forget. I ran away three days ago. I'm psychic and someone told me you guys could help." She answered innocently. I can't believe Jacob would rape a girl like Liselotte. It disgusted us all. She was so innocent, and she had fallen victim to his hatred for my family. I began to sob some more.
Jasper took my hand and held me closer to him as I watched my long lost daughter interact with my family. I remembered her birth, it was one of my few remaining memories. She had come too early, I didn't think she would make it, and I couldn't force myself to take her. Knowing she would die, I made the choice to have her and let her go. Maybe she would have a better shance of survival away from vampires, and such. But the night she was born, I had gone down to the river. I was in heavy labor when I finally arrived there after much pain and effort. Jasper couldn't know. I couldn't let him feel this, so I pretended to feel happy. I took my clothes off on the bank and entered the river alone, the water was calming and the delivery less painful. As I felt her tiny form leave my body I had begun to sob. This would be hard. I had known it all along. The river was peaceful that night. No current, no danger, just clear under the bright moon. I had lifted her from the water and heard the scrreching noises of her first breath. She was too small to live. I had told myself that praying I could get on knowing I hadn't made the mistake, mother nature had. I didn't think my daughter was meant to live. I heald her crying, infant body in my hands, she weighed maybe six pounds at the most, the average was seven and I knew I was stupid to lie to myself. I cleaned her and clothed her on the banks, and gently cut the cord. I placed her then in a wicker basket full of blankets and money and pushed her across the surface of the water. There was no current so she floated slowly and I prayed the current wouldn't pick up.
I had dressed myself as I watched the biggest mistake of my life occur. I walked home gingerly, and upon arriving there, I went to bed. I thought about it all night and went back to the river the next morning, praying that maybe she would still be there and I could pass her off as not mine and convince the Cullen's to keep her. She was gone already. I had given her a name, a life, money, clothes, I couldn't feed her but I prayed someone would. I had doen all I could to get her on her way and now I wanted nothing more but to have her back.
From that day, she disappeared frm my thoughts. I wondered if perhaps I might catch a vision of her graduating school maybe, or meeting a man, or of getting married. But I never saw one. Not until last night, when I saw her on the grass of the local park, bleeding, crying, begging, scared to death. I hadn't seen a vision of my daughter until I saw her raped.
