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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and as I said, I'll try to speed things up a bit. But I have this strange feeling that it won't work... Weird, huh? I'll also try to make the chapters longer...

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Alice's POV

We watched as this girl poured out her life story to us; as she broke out into hysterics, as she calmed down, as she began to reveal more and more...

I was fairly calm, I'm proud to admit, as she pulled out a faded picture. A faded old picture with a familiar face on it...

I heard my family's almost silent gasps of shock as they saw the resemblance on the picture. I felt Edward's stares as I stood half hidden, silent, behind Jasper's back. I dimly wondered what kind of thoughts Edward was hearing from the girl right now.

Of course I expected what came next, since she had revealed her identity to us already. I didn't even try to see the future. I didn't want to, truth be told.

Should I have been happy?

I honestly didn't know what I should have been feeling when she said those words again.

"Why haven't you spoken, Great Aunt Alice?"

Well, I had to speak sooner or later, I suppose.

-x-

I choose later.

-x-

There was a shocked moment of silence as everybody tried to digest what she had said.

Of course, we can't really digest anything...

Shooting me a look, Edward began to speak."Great Aunt Alice?" He asked in a strained tone. "Great Aunt?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" The girl spoke again, some relief in her tone. I guessed that she was relieved to have told her story.

"So... So you're related to Alice." Carlisle concluded staring at her, disbelief in his tone.

"Yes, obviously," the girl frowned. "Why is this so hard to believe?"

Because when someone is turned into a vampire, they generally have to forget about all their relatives. We get created, we live forever, we never see them again, and then they die out.

Nobody thinks of what would happen if a long lost relative mysteriously shows up. Especially if your past is long forgotten...

Edward was silent when he suddenly turned around to stare at me, which made everybody else in the room stare at me as well.

Great.

Bella spoke in a nervous voice, clearly confused like everybody else in the room.

"Did you know this was going to happen, Alice?" Did I? No, I did not.

I guess I'd waited long enough to speak.

"No I didn't, Bella." There, six syllables. Six, emotionless syllables. Only Jasper could know how I truly felt- and I knew he did when he squeezed my hand in comfort, a wave of calamity washing over me.

But then I saw the girl's face fall, as if she had been disappointed by my lack of excitement. I noticed her blue-gray eyes welling up quickly in tears, her little face scrunching up into a heartbreaking expression...

"Don't cry, Mary," I whispered unthinkingly, reaching out to touch her spiky hair- but a sudden knock on the door made me pull my hand back as quickly as it had gone out.

The knock came again, more demanding, abrupt. Everyone snapped out of their shocked facade and set themselves around the room, vampire fast, in several casual stances.

I still stood next to Mary's chair as the door smashed open, hitting the wall behind it loudly, sounding extremely awkward in the silent room.

The door was accompanied by an also extremely awkward looking Becca holding a baseball bat.

We then watched quietly as the door, creaking hideously, bounced back from the wall and landed none too softly on Becca's face.

A giggling Renesmee was what saved us from a possibly disturbing conversation.

Emmett snorted, Bella grinned.

And Carlisle, being the always polite vampire, asked politely if she was okay and what she was doing.

Becca appeared again, the baseball bat gone- Edward whispered that she had thrown it down the hallway- rubbing her sore nose.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," she replied a little sourly, probably a little embarrassed. "I was just wondering what you were doing and why it was taking so long..." She trailed off.

"She was thinking that Mary had done something to us," Edward muttered, too quiet for human ears to hear.

What on earth did she think a ten year old girl could do to nine people?

Especially to "the intimidating body-builder on steroids," as some people called Emmett. I grinned, thinking of the different nicknames people gave to each of us. But I quickly snapped out of it again when I realised what was happening.

Mary, all traces of tears gone from her eyes, suddenly spoke up, her expression amused. "What did you think was happening, Bec? Did you think I had bewitched them with my weirdly ways, turned them into vampires, and flew with them out as bats to live happily ever after in an abandoned attic with Dracula?"

Well, Becca could have been thinking that, I assumed, since she flushed bright red as Mary spoke.

Edward smirked as Becca stuttered to regain her composure.

"No," Esme said kindly, saving Becca before she started hyperventilating, from what I could make out from the future. "We were just talking."

Mary and I both snorted and said at the same time, "Talking. Yeah, that's what it was."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as we both processed what had just happened.

Jasper coughed needlessly and tried to ease the tension in the room. I immediately calmed down and tiptoed up on my toes to peck him on the cheek. "Thanks Jazz."

Becca was staring wide-eyed at our exchange, sudden;y feeling different. She had calmed down enough to have made Mary stand up from her chair- and had plopped down into the easy chair, wiping sweat off her brows.

"So, so," she muttered breathlessly. "What's going on? Would you like some help on anything you might be discussing...?"

Help... We might need help to find out more information about...

Edward, I thought urgently, we have to ask her about Mary.

He nodded once in my direction, too subtle for a human to notice, and began to speak in a smooth, alluring voice.

Well, alluring for humans, anyways.

"May we ask you some questions, Becca?" He asked casually, but intensely. "And Mary, would you mind stepping out of the room for a few minutes? This won't take very long."

Yes, we chose Edward because he is the best liar in this group, and also the best with females.

With males, it was usually Rose who did the talking.

Mary, my niece- I shuddered- glared at Edward for a fraction of a second, probably thinking some nasty thoughts from the amused way he was looking, and stomped her way to the door. She stuck out her tongue at us on her way out, but closed the door surprisingly gently; she probably knew that the door would have fallen off if she had slammed it shut.

Emmett rolled her eyes. "She's still standing by the door," he muttered.

Rosalie pointedly ignored Emmett and turned to Becca, who was wearing such a gray, dreary looking dress that I wondered how I hadn't noticed, and spoke.

"So, what can you tell us about this Mary Alice?" She sneered at her unpleasantly. I rolled my eyes, knowing that this was Rose's way of scaring someone into telling her something.

Becca flinched, her eyes frightened of these mysterious, beautiful strangers. She answered back in a shaking voice. "I-I don't know much about her," she said." Mary just came here one day and asked to stay here. She didn't have any identification, but I remember seeing her scars for the first time..." She trailed off, shuddering, but continued with a deep breath.

Scars?

"Mary was different from the other girls, but-but no, I don't mean anything bad about her-"she said hastily, misreading the looks on our faces. "I just mean she's just more... Dark. Yes, that's it, dark. She barely smiles- well, she smiles, but not in a happy way. More like the expression a demon would have when it's watching somebody be cursed to death."

My family and I glanced at each other, disturbed. But Becca didn't seem to notice and babbled on, seeming to be relieved to be finally saying these things out loud.

"And you know what the strangest thing of all is?" She asked eagerly."Mary is crazy!" Becca suddenly laughed out loud, snorting a couple of times.

"What do you mean by that?" Carlisle asked, frowning. He probably thought that this woman needed some help.

I totally supported this thought, even if Carlisle wasn't thinking it. Edward smiled grimly while Bella reached up to Renesmee and snatched her into her arms.

I doubted that neither Bella nor Edward wanted Nessie to be hearing these types of things.

But Esme was frowning, clearly unhappy about something.

-x-

"But why do you think Mary's crazy?" Esme was arguing." Are you sure that she's not just... observant?"

-x-

Of course, typical Esme. She was worried that everyone was falsely accusing Mary of being crazy. Strange... But Edward frowned quickly at me, and I deciphered that Esme wasn't the only one.

Huh.

As I pondered this, Esme began to speak firmly.

"But why do you think Mary's crazy? Are you sure that she's not just... observant? She seems like a-" Esme hesitated."...a nice girl."

Nice. Not really an adjective I'd use to describe... my niece, Mary. I shuddered, thinking about the abruptness of the situation that I hadn't seen coming.

Edward looked sympathically at me as Jasper wrapped an arm around my waist; he understood how I was feeling.

Becca was talking again. "Because, because... She knows things. That Mary girl knows things that she should never know. I don't know how, nobody does. But she gives you this look... Like she knows everything there is to know about you. She's crazy, that girl."

The words echoed in my head...

Crazy Mary, crazy...


A/N: My longest chapter yet! But still not very long. How depressing. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I also hope you kind of got the gist of how Alice feels... I will try to update as soon as possible, like always.

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