Hello Again! I want to thank everyone who reviewed this story and I apologize for not replying to them, but I figured that everyone would like a chapter first.

I will not be able to update again until after May 15th because my mom as you know is having open heart surgery on the 14th; so I will be very busy in the next week getting ready for that.

This is my longest chapter yet; so I hope you all enjoy. See you at the bottom!

As always I do not own any characters or their histories created by SM, but the story plot is mine.

All of Me- Chapter 8

The flight to Biloxi was pretty much uneventful because I fell asleep on Garrett's shoulder almost as soon as the plane was in the air. When we landed we still had about an hour or so before Rosalie and Emmett's plane arrived so we just decided to explore the airport a little. I had no idea why Peter's gift was telling him that we all needed to be in Biloxi and how it related to Alice. From what Edward had told me back when I was his puppet was that Alice didn't remember anything before her change; and Jasper agreed with that sentiment as well because he had never felt any deceit from her when they had talked about her trying to remember her human years. I kind of felt a little sorry for her because of how scary it must have been for her to wake up not knowing who or what you are.

I was nervous at seeing Emmett and Rosalie again. I still felt the betrayal of them leaving, more so Emmett than Rosalie because he had always treated me like his new little sister. I hoped that we would be able to move past this and become at the very least friends again. Rosalie was a mystery to me, even after our little conversation on the phone because I didn't know if she would really accept me as being mated not only to her "twin", but to two other alpha males. If we could get passed our differences then I had a feeling that she could teach me a thing or two on how to keep these men in line and not to so much of a push over like I was with Edward.

I explored some of the little shops in the airport just to pass the time. Garrett and Jasper were also looking through the stores, but had gotten side tracked when we came to the book section and were getting into a heated debate over the validity of some fact in a history book. I just shook my head and let the too bicker back and forth like an old married couple. Peter had me worried because ever since we had landed he had been sitting in the same spot, just staring out into the crowds. I knew that he was consulting with his gift, so when I had finished buying a bottle of water and some chips to snack on I went over to join him. Before I could even sit next to him he had pulled me onto his lap and put his head down to rest on my shoulder with a big sigh of frustration.

"Any more information from that gift of yours on why we had to leave the ranch to come here?" I asked him quietly.

"My gift doesn't work like Alice's where I can see the future in detail; all I get is a gut feeling and an address here in Biloxi. I have no idea how it relates to Alice at all, but I know that it is important. Sometimes I really hate my gift, if you can even call it that." Peter said in the saddest tone I had ever heard coming from him.

"Hey, stop that Peter. No one expects you to know everything; and while it might be nice to know what we are getting ourselves here, I know that we can handle anything as long as we stay together. You have three mates who love you and are here for you no matter what." I told him in a stern voice, while looking straight into his dark burgundy eyes.

"She's right you know. I have stuck with you and your gift this long, at this point nothing is going to tear me from your side ever again." Jasper said as he and Garrett returned.

"I agree. Gift or no gift I still love you" Garrett told him while giving Peter a quick kiss.

I was shocked that they would be so willing and comfortable to show such intimate affection for each other in public, but proud as hell. When I looked around I noticed that there were a couple of people who were watching the four of us. A few had looks of curiosity on their faces like they were drawn to the watch the four, well three right now, vampires. However, two older couples had looks of disgust displayed on their faces; and I couldn't help but smirking at them before turning around and kissing each of my three gorgeous mates passionately. I wasn't going to let some ignorant bigots make me or any of my mates feel ashamed for being together in anyway. When I turned back around the two couples had turned their backs and I couldn't help but let out a little giggle at making them uncomfortable.

"That wasn't very nice sweetheart" Garrett said as he took the seat next to Peter and me.

"I don't care. I can't stand people like them. What right do they have to judge something they have no understanding of? We are mates; so who cares if three of you are male and I am the lone female. We were fated to be together and I will stand up in anyway I can to show hateful people like them that we are doing nothing wrong and I will not be made to feel like I am." I said with strength building in my voice with each word that left my mouth.

"Nice to know that Hellcat, but could you keep the making out with Jasper to a minimum, he is my twin brother after all. It's a disturbing visual." A sarcastic voice said from behind the four of us.

"I don't know if I can promise that, I mean what if the mood strikes and I feel the desire to fuck him right in front of you come over me. I don't know if I can ignore those kinds of urges Blondie." I said back as I turned to face the perfect Rosalie and her big bear of a mate Emmett.

She just gave me a big smile and a wink before coming over to hug Jasper.

"I like this new Bella. She isn't afraid to dish out some bitchiness when needed. I respect that so much more than the door mat you resembled before." She whispered in my ear as she gave me a surprising gentle hug.

"Thanks, I guess." I responded before walking slowly over to an unusually quiet Emmett. He looked almost like he was afraid to approach little ole me. It would have been funny, if it wasn't a little heartbreaking to witness first hand.

"Hi Bella." Emmett said such a quiet voice that I had a hard time even hearing the words.

"Brother Bear why are you standing all the way over there. Aren't you going to give your little sister a big hug after not seeing each other for so long?" I asked teasingly, while opening my arms wide so he knew that it was okay to approach me.

He gave me a true smile and when his arms wrapped around my body I could feel the tension leaving his body. Apparently he must have been really worried about how I would treat him since they had abandoned me, but seeing him so obviously upset I knew in my heart that I could never stay mad at such a gentle soul like Emmett's.

"I've really missed you Bells. I am so sorry for everything that has happened, but at the time I just didn't know how to help you. I was trying to protect my family, but eventually I just had to make a decision. For over seventy years I have been a prisoner in exchange for keeping them alive without them even knowing, but now I have a new little sister who is in even greater danger and who needs my protection more than ever. I will be upset if Carlisle does something to my human family; and I will get my revenge if anything happens, but if something were to happen to you I don't know if I could have lived with myself for not doing anything when I had the chance. Can you forgive me little sister?" Emmett asked me and I knew that if he could cry tears would have been running down his face because they certainly were streaking down mine.

"There is nothing to forgive Emmett or even you Rosalie. I had no idea that Carlisle was holding so much over you. I could never stay mad at someone trying to protect their loved ones. So let's just promise each other that from now the six of us are a true family and that no matter what we will always talk to each other about what is bothering us." I said to Emmett and Rosalie; and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Okay now that all of the emotional shit is over, you want to tell us why we're here in fucking Mississippi instead of your ranch in Texas?" Rosalie asked.

"Such lady-like language there Rosie." Jasper said to his sister, in which he was given the finger and beautiful smile in return.

"We are here because Peter's gift told him that we all needed to be here. It has something to do with Alice, but besides some address we have no other details as to why we are here." Garrett said as he went up to Emmett and gave him that man hug thing that men do and giving a kiss to Rosalie's cheek.

I knew that seeing one of my mates kiss another woman should've caused some kind of jealousy in me, but knowing that Rosalie was happily mated meant that she was no threat to me. I was also secure in my mating bonds that I knew that no man or woman would ever separate us; so getting upset over something so petty as a hello kiss would be stupid. I guess I had also forgotten that Garrett would have met both Rosalie and Emmett the last time that he had visited the Cullen's over fifty years ago and based on the body language between the three of them they acted like they were all very good friends.

"Alice, I should of known. That girl is completely insane. Of course I have said that from the moment she and Jasper showed up on our doorstep. I never trusted her." Rosalie stated as we all walked towards the baggage claim area.

When we picked up the two suitcases that were all the belongings that Emmett and Rosalie had with them when they left for the weekend Jasper told them that since they both were now going to be Whitlock's he would help them financially until they got settled. I thought that was very nice of him and though I could tell that Emmett didn't want to accept the offer as he, as a husband, would've wanted to provide for his mate he knew that as of right now he needed Jasper's help both in protection and financially. When we left the airport it was way past sunset so we decided that we would investigate Peter's address the next day. The hotel that we stayed at was like the one Garrett and I stayed at in Houston, way too expensive for my taste but beautiful none the less. It did have a large king bed in it; so that was nice for the four of us to curl up on without being to cramped. I ordered some room service for dinner; and after I had finished I crashed out for the night surrounded by my mates hoping that tomorrow we would have some answers as to what the Cullen's were up to.

The next morning after grabbing a quick bite to eat at the coffee shop in the hotel's lobby we all got into the large SUV that we rented and headed out to the address that was given to us by Peter. When we pulled up to 2120 Enterprise Drive I was shocked to see that it was an assisted living home for senior citizens called Emeritus at Biloxi. When I looked back at Peter to make sure that we were at the correct location he just shrugged his shoulders before opening his door to get out of the car. We all followed him up to the large complex's entrance, not really sure what we were doing here. When we got to the front door and saw the long list of the residents Peter stopped and stared at it for a couple of minutes before he moved to press a call button towards the bottom. Cynthia A. Brandon was the name listed, but at least for me that gave me no indication as to how she related to Alice.

"Yes?" A frail female voice came through the intercom a few seconds late.

"Hello Ma'am. My name is Peter Whitlock and I was wondering if my friends and I could come in and talk to you for a while about your sister?" Peter asked in his thick Texas accent that could make any woman do just about anything to keep hearing it.

From the gasps around me I was guessing that we had all figured out that this Cynthia A. Brandon was somehow Alice's sister.

"My sister is long gone and probably buried somewhere. I don't know if this is some kind of joke, but if it is you should pray that God forgives you for playing such a horrific prank on an old lady." Cynthia said though the box.

"This isn't a joke Ms. Brandon. I promise all we want to do is talk." Peter said soothingly.

"Okay," Cynthia said after a few moments and the locked door in front of us clicked open.

Garrett grabbed a hold of my hand as the six of us made our way to room 203.

"These places have always freaked me out a little." He whispered in my ear.

"Why?" I asked back.

"Because it something that I will never get to experience myself. Getting old. Of course in my time they didn't have facilities like this for seniors to go to. It smells like death in places like this. It just gives me the creeps being surrounded by so many that are on the cusp of their lives ending." Garrett answered.

"You're a vampire Garrett and surrounded by death all the time." I said back confused.

"I know that, its just when I hunt I go for the ones who have the most blood to give me so that I don't have to kill more than necessary. Most elderly people don't have enough healthy blood in them to make for a very satisfying meal; so I try to avoid from taking their lives if I can help it." He explained and I guess on some level I understood that.

He would never get to live his life from birth to old age like most do; so when he was surrounded by others who have been given that opportunity it made him uneasy. He got to cheat death, when they didn't. I gave him a quick kiss to his the bottom of his jaw to show him that I got what he was saying.

When we got the unassuming looking door Peter took the initiative and knocked three quick taps on it. I am guess that they had heard someone say come in or something because before anyone could come to the door I was being ushered inside with the others. There sitting in a pale blue recliner was a woman who was as short and skinny as Alice was, pixie-like. She had her white grey hair long and braided down to her waist instead of Alice's short hairstyle. I could see the family resemblance and I knew that if Alice hadn't been turned then she most likely would have looked like the woman in front of us.

"Well I didn't know that there were going to be so many of you. I don't think that I have enough places for all of you to sit." Cynthia stated looking around her small room that consisted of a twin bed, a night table, dresser, a television stand, and the recliner she was sitting in.

"That's okay ma'am we don't mind standing. I'm Peter Whitlock and these people are my family and dear friends." Peter said before going around and introducing each of us.

"Nice to meet you all. Now what did you all what to know about Mary Alice?" She asked kindly.

"Mary Alice?" I asked

"Yes, my sister. You did say that you had some questions about her." Cynthia asked confused.

"Yes, Mary Alice, I apologize it is just I knew her as Alice." I said trying to explain, but based on the look she gave me I was not helping her trust us.

"Dear, based on your age there is no way that you could have known Mary Alice let alone met her. She went missing in 1920 and there hasn't been one piece of evidence on where she went since that day." Cynthia explained.

"Cynthia I apologize for the confusion. We have just always referred to her as Alice as we have been conducting our research. Do you mind telling us about Mary Alice?" Peter asked, obviously lying through his teeth about this supposed research. I could also tell that Jasper was sending the grey haired woman some calming and trusting inducing emotions her way to try and get her talking.

"What do you want to know about her? How did you even find out about her, the papers on mama's murder?" She asked

"Yes, we saw the articles and were intrigued. Why don't you start at the beginning and we will ask questions at the end?" Peter asked, since he was taking the lead on this visit.

"Very well. Mary Alice Brandon was my older sister by nearly ten years. She was born in 1901 here in Biloxi. My mama and daddy were not very happy in their marriage, but that was mostly because of daddy's job as a traveling salesman. It meant that the three of us were left alone a lot of the time. Mary Alice had always had visions of the future and at first people were intrigued by this young girl would tell them little things, like if a relative was coming for a surprise visit or telling someone they were going to be having a boy or girl when they didn't even know they were pregnant yet. However, all those good feelings changed when she started to see someone's house catch on fire or someone getting deathly ill, only for it to then actually happen. It made most people in town become frightened of my sister and call her a witch.

We were ostracized from most of the people who had been our family friends; and even though mama and I had always believed Mary Alice to be sincere and good we knew that in order to keep her safe we had to isolate ourselves from everyone. Daddy was afraid of Mary Alice so when he was home he was always cruel towards her. One day Mary Alice got a vision of mama being killed by some madman on the loose when she was coming home from shopping. She tried to stop mama from going, but we had no more food in the house so there was no stopping her. Mama never returned home. She had been stabbed and left on the side of the road like a piece of trash. It devastated Mary Alice and when the news somehow got out that she had predicted the murder there was a riot outside of our house. The townsfolk wanted her burned at the stake for witchcraft. Daddy was furious that his own daughter would be such a public disgrace that he dragged her out of the house that night and committed her to the Briarcliff Insane Asylum.

From that moment Mary Alice was dead to Daddy; and it wasn't long before he had remarried an evil woman and moved on with his life with me as a tagalong. I missed my sister, so a couple of days a week after school I would make the three mile journey to the asylum to visit her. At first she was just like her normal perky bubbly self, but as the weeks and months went on she changed. They had to shave her hair because there was a typhoid outbreak going around and they didn't want the patients to contract it. I don't really know what type of experiments they did on her, but I think that electroshock was definitely one. With each passing day that she was in that place she wasted away and her memory began to fade. I noticed it the first time about a year after she had been committed.

There was a new doctor working there and he had taken a special interest in my sister. His name was Dr. Mason Anthony. I don't know why, but I could never forget that name or that face. Such strange yellow eyes, almost like the two of you." Cynthia said pointing to Rosalie and Emmett before continuing.

"Anyway the longer that she was under his care the more she seemed to forget about her life on the outside. She even had a hard time remembering that I was her sister, but every time I visited she seemed to enjoy my company so I continued to go. The day before she disappeared we took a walk outside around the grounds of the asylum. I knew that something was up because she kept hugging and telling me she loved me. I didn't know what was going on, but for the first time in ages it felt like I had my sister back. I guess looking back I should have done something, but what could of I done, I was only eleven.

We sat in the small garden that they had there and just enjoyed the nice weather. Dr. Anthony was there in the background, always keeping a watch over Mary Alice, but he didn't talk to me much. Right before I left for the day Mary Alice grabbed my hand and handed me her most precious possession that she still had. A locket that mama had given her with all three of our pictures inside. She whispered to me that inside of the locket was a very important note that was not be read by me. She said that sometime in the future when I was old and grey some people would come for the locket and I was to give it them. She didn't know who the people were or why they would need this locket, only that it was important that I give it to them when they asked. I agreed, but was confused as to why she would be giving me these instructions. I knew never to go against any of Mary Alice's visions; so I knew that eventually with time her prediction would come to fruition.

That night around midnight the phone rang at the house. When daddy answered it he was told by the asylum that somehow Mary Alice had escaped and they had no idea where she was. They asked him if he wanted them to call the cops, but he just told them that he didn't have a daughter named Mary Alice before hanging up the phone and going back to bed. He never mentioned her ever again. The next day I was so distraught at the thought of my sister missing that I went back up to the asylum and when I asked to talk to Dr. Anthony I was told that he no longer worked there. It was at that moment that I knew that he had something to do with my sister's disappearance. Everyday I have grieved for my sister and I still miss her dearly. I have waited a long time for this day to come; so now Peter I believe that you have a question for me." Cynthia finished her story and looked at Peter with a soul piercing look.

"Yes, Cynthia can please I have the locket?" Peter asked and held out his hand.

"I knew that she was telling the truth and that one day you all would come. I guess today is that day. Though I do have to say that I will miss having this last connection to my sister around my neck everyday." She said as she unclasped the necklace that I hadn't noticed before from her neck and handed the gold locket over to Peter.

Peter didn't open the locket, but instead surprisingly bent down and gave her a hug.

"Thank you Cynthia for telling me her story. I promise that I will return this to you when I can. If you need anything please call me and I will try to help. I have a feeling that this isn't the last we will see of each other." Peter said handing her his business card before he began to exit the room.

The rest of us said our goodbyes before following Peter back out the car confused as to his last actions. Before we could ask what he was doing he held up a hand for us to remain quiet as he looked at the locket with inquisitive eyes, like he was trying to solve some puzzle. After a few minutes he took a deep breath, almost like he was reluctant to open the locket to see what it held inside. What was so important that a human Alice felt the need to send a message to us over eighty years in the future?

When he finally cracked open the locket we could all see the black and white pictures of Alice with her mom and sister. She was beautiful and I was sorry that I never got to meet Mary Alice because she sounded like a lot better person than vampire Alice turned into.

Also held within the locket was a very old and frail looking piece of folded paper. I didn't know what was written on the scrap of paper, but I knew instinctively that it wasn't good and that it was going to affect the rest of my and my mate's lives for forever.

So what do you think is written on the piece of paper from the locket?

Who do you think was Dr. Mason Anthony?

What do you think of Cynthia and Alice's history?

Do you want Alice to be good or bad, I already know what direction I am going to take her, but I am just curious as to your thoughts on her?

PLEASE REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF CHAPTER 8 OF ALL OF ME!

See you next time with Chapter 9!

BriyerRose