A searing pain rips through my whole body, seeming to tear me apart limb from limb. It is by far the most pain I have ever felt. It is more painful than when my mother died. It is more painful than my father calling me a lunatic and sending me away. It is more painful than the look on Cynthia's face as I was driven away to the institution. It is more painful than getting glass in my hand in science once. It is even more painful than being hit by a truck. A burning fire crackles inside of my veins. A red hot lava pumps through my chest, making sure that every nook and cranny of my body feels the same pain all over. I am on fire, and my body is telling me to call out, to scream for help. I tearfully bite back my screams. I have long since learned that crying for help rarely helps at all.

The bite on the side of my neck seems dulled now - the pain from the wildfire that spreads throughout my blood now makes that seem like a pinprick - and I squeeze my eyes shut. Somewhere in the far, far distance, someone calls my name. I ignore this, and let the darkness consume me once again. After all, it is much, much preferable to the unbearable inferno that previously burned.

After what seems like a decade, I regain consciousness. I blink open my eyes, and take a look around the room that I thought I was oh-so familiar with. Except this time, I see all that I didn't before. Minuscule cracks in the plaster on the wall are suddenly glaringly obvious. Minute specks of dirt are highlighted by the white carpet. The Cullen living room now seems like a whole new home. I comb through my already fuzzy memories and don't remember seeing any dirt in this home. I shake my head.

I am aware of somebody standing by the doorway, somebody with no heartbeat. A vampire. I let my eyes trail to them, and see Jasper smiling at me. "Alice."

I stand, jumping off of the cushy bed I am laying on, and pulling the blankets off of me, I fly to him. I am surprised at how fast I really am, and get the giggles as I look up at him.

"You're the strongest one here now." Jasper tells me, brushing a piece of my hair out of my face. I smile at him, and stare into his eyes. His hand brushes my cheek as he trails his fingertips along the lines of my cheekbones. "You're perfect." He tells me.

I smile bashfully, and if I could blush, I would. I peek up at him through the hair that has fallen in front of my face. "I am now."

"No," Jasper corrects me, gently tilting my head up. His hand no longer feels cold to the touch. We are the same temperature. I take his hand in my own, and accidentally pull him forward, forgetting my own strength. I giggle again. Jasper shakes his head, his eyes twinkling. "You still look like my Alice, darlin." His eyes shine with adoration. He tilts his head and smiles. "You still have that dimple on your left cheek, and the freckle above your right eye. You still radiate happiness like the sun radiates heat. You're still my Alice." He sighs, "And that's perfect." I smile at him, and turn to see myself in the mirror.

"Oh," I say, staring into the mirror that hangs from the wall opposite us. "I do look like me." It's then that I spot my eyes. My blood red eyes. I feel a pang of sadness as I stare into them. Jasper's arms instantly encircle me, his chin resting on my head. I feel better almost immediately, but the sadness still lingers as I sigh at my reflection.

"Don't be sad about that." Jasper tells me firmly. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"No, no, that's not it.." I say vaguely. Jasper's worried eyes stare into the mirror also, burning with a desire to know what is wrong.

"What's the matter then, love?" He asks worriedly. I give him a sad smile.

"My eyes..." I begin, feeling a choking sensation in my throat as my emotions bubble over, "I look in the mirror...I used to look in the mirror, and all I saw, was...her brown eyes looking back at me. They're the only thing I had left. The only thing I had left from my mother." I explain, unsuccessfully trying to keep a lid on my emotions. Not that it matters, with Jasper around.

"Oh, Alice," Jasper sighs, his hand finding the back of my head and pulling me close. He makes comforting "shh"ing sounds and strokes my hair. I let his calming influence soothe me, and I listen to the sound of his voice like music to my ears. "Your eyes aren't the only thing you had left."

"What else do I have, Jasper?" I ask, shaking my head. I hear two pairs of little footsteps, and a high pitched giggle. I almost forget the sadness that plagued me less than a minute ago as I recognize the giggle that sounded behind me. I feel guilty for forgetting that I will always have something to remember my mother by, somebody else to care for, somebody else to love.

"You'll always have me, Ali!" I plaster a grin on my face before turning around to reassure Cynthia. When I turn to face her, the smile falls off of my face instantly. Cynthia and Renesmee stand hand in hand, grinning ear to ear. Only my little sister isn't my little sister, the little girl that I've always taken care of and held in my arms.

Her eyes - her unblinking, staring eyes - are blood red.

My little sister...is a vampire.

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