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Alice

I thought I'd relive everything from the point where I was turned into a vampire. I think I just ended up where everything started getting important...

"Cynthia stole my dress!" The words came out of my mouth randomly. I didn't have control at all. Such an odd feeling. "I did not. Now stop being like that." She frowned up at me. "Sorry, Cynth. I didn't see my dress there. Do you want to go play?" I asked her. "Alright. Let's play hopscotch." She suggested. "Okay." I replied. We went out the door. It was sunny out today. We played hopscotch, but we found it was much to hot to play anything. We laid down on the front yard, exhausted from the heat. Then, suddenly, Cynthia's voice got really low. "Mary, I heard Mother and Father talking about you. They said it's time you go. Today. At three. When we went outside... It was already 2:58. Mary, where are they taking you?" She asked, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "Somewhere I hope you never go.."

Fade in, Fade out. What an odd way to travel! I thought to myself. One should never just leave like that! It's quite rude.

Then I realized I was talking like I was from the 1800's.

I 'woke up' in the alleyway. It was night. I was thirsty. I couldn't stop myself.

I'm sorry.

Jasper

I woke up next to Alice's empty body. Renesmee and Bella also sat with me. An echoing entered my mind... I'm sorry... Maybe that is what telepathy is. Maybe Alice was never coming back. Maybe she went back to that Noah kid. Maybe she died. Maybe she forgot about me. Maybe I forgot everyone is staring at me, especially Edward. He gave me a sceptical look, basically telling me that every thought I just had was a lie. We hoped.

We brought Alice's body back to the house. We laid Alice down on the couch. I really did not like seeing her like this, but the critical look of her body had not yet registered in my brain. I was numb. Esme walked over to me, and everyone else melted out, murmuring about how they had other things to do. Esme sat on the couch across from me. I continued staring straight ahead. She spoke to me. I didn't hear. Pain seeped in through my tightly bound shield. I burst out into sobs, and like any mother, Esme held me until I calmed. Who knows when that was?

Alice & Jasper

I sobbed that night more than I had ever sobbed before.

In a way, we didn't belong together.

Everyone was right.

We were too different.

I didn't deserve him/her.

But s/he always says:

I love you.

And That's enough for me.

Jasper

I guess I had to stop eventually. Esme let me go and trekked off to the kitchen to make Nessie, Jacob, Seth and Leah lunch. They all sat in the living room with me and Alice's body. It sounds even creepier to say aloud. Later on, Edward and Carlisle moved her up to Carlisle's office, which had been turned into a hospital room. I stayed downstairs with the almost-humans. For once, Leah didn't call me by my nickname, not that my real name coming out of her mouth was any more pleasant. It was actually creepy. "Hey, Jasper. You okay?" Yes. Very creepy indeed. "Yeah. I guess I'm alright." I sighed. They were all sitting on the floor cross-legged. Leah shrugged, and went back to eating her food. We all relaxed in the comfortable silence. At least, they did.

I really didn't want to go upstairs, but I had no choice as Edward called me up, then Carlisle. I got up off my perch on the couch and trudged up the stairs. Naturally, they wanted me to come into the study and see the empty body of my wife. Sure. No problem. For them. The look on Edward's face showed that it was just as big a deal to them as it was to me. I remembered back to when we, meaning Alice and I, had first come here.

Flashback...

I sat on the couch, unfamiliar but familiar all at once. The setting was friendly and very homey. It would be a nice place to live, I thought. It had been about three days since we had arrived here, and already Alice was settled in. I, on the other hand took a little longer, especially in unfamiliar places, such as this. Our new 'brother,' Edward, had offered to give Alice some free piano lessons. Being new in the love department, and seeing Edward as the only single man here, I was instantly jealous. I guess that's what happens. It was the second day of their lessons, and I watched in silent anger.

Edward

With my new sister by my side, I tried teaching her techniques and tactics for stretching her fingers to include everything she needed to press to play a note. All her thoughts were filled with my new brother Jasper.

Jasper would be proud if I could actually play this.

When I can actually learn a song, I'll play it for Jasper.

I wonder if Jasper's impressed?

This is hard. Jasper would do better.

Every single thought. He was obviously her first love. It was a little annoying, but at least it wasn't like what Rosalie and Emmett went around thinking. Their relationship wasn't half as flamboyant as my other siblings tended to be. The closes Jasper and Alice ever got was a hug, cuddling or holding hands. And that was only in three days. Suddenly, a gigantic whoosh of jealousy and anger took me over, and I felt as if I were about to be knocked over. I let my mind wander over to Jasper, and his mind was obviously blocked. All I got was the song Twinkle Twinkle. So it must've come from him. I laughed a bit to myself, and just for fun, I put my arm around Alice's shoulder and fixed her fingers. The anger flared up higher than the jealousy this time. He actually thought Alice was falling for me.

Jasper

Coming back to reality I realized he must just love her like a sister. But which was stronger? The love of a brother or the love of a lover? Anyway, back to what they called me up here for. "Why did you call me up here?" I asked out loud, so Carlisle could hear. "We wanted to ask you if we could hook this machine up to Alice." Carlisle said, gesturing to a large machine that was tucked away safely in the corner of the small room. "What does it do?" I asked. It looked big and dangerous, and I wasn't sure if I wanted it near Alice or not. "You know those television shows where people make 'Dream Machines' that you hook up to your head then to a TV so people can see your dreams? That's basically what that is. We wanted to see if it would work for Alice." Carlisle explained. I nodded slowly, taking it in. "So can we hook 'er up?" Edward asked, as if she were some kind of experiment. Which she certainly wasn't. "Fine. But only if I can watch." I bargained. "Thanks. It'll be helpful in understanding if she's okay." Carlisle rolled over the machine and took out two long wires with little suction cup type things at the ends, and attached them to Alice. He turned the machine on and hooked it up to a TV I hadn't noticed was there.

At first, the image was fuzzy and then it cleared. She was on her knees in front of an old man, sobbing into her hands. Everyone in the room gasped, recognizing the scene with ease. "I'm sorry!" She called out again and again. It was such a frightening scene, seeing someone who was usually so happy to scream out in agony. She laid there for another three hours (which was when we all went hunting, knowing we'd be sitting here for a while) and then she finally picked herself up. She picked the mans body up and buried it by a cemetery. She whispered some words we didn't catch and walked off down the road, away from her first victim. Little did she know that now that she had a taste for human's, it would be hard to stop.

She walked into a bar. Of all places, she walked into a bar. Since none of us had ever had a drunk human, we didn't know if the alcohol level in a humans veins could set a vampire off. We were about to find out. She sat down at a stool, her face hard and tight. The bartender walked up to her and asked her what she would like. Without saying anything, she moved her head back and forth tensely. Of all times, a man chose then to come and sit next to her. He looked around his mid-twenties, but he looked drunk. He turned to Alice and got up in her face. "What's yer name sweetheart?" He asked, but with him being so drunk, it came out like: "Wazy er nam sweeher?" Alice seemed to understand, and her usual polite nature kicked in. "I think it's Mary, but call me Alice." She had wasted all her breath on that one sentence, and now it was all over. The man nodded slowly, and asked one more question. "Are you with someone, Alice?" He asked, again, the words were slurred, coming out as: "Ar uh wish somer Alc?" But she made the mistake of breathing in to answer. Or so I thought. With what looked liek all her concentration, she answered him politely but tensely. "No. But I'm looking for someone. Would you happen to know where he is?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as if she were a dog. "Whazzis nam?" The drunk asked. "I don't know." She answered. "Whazz he look lhik?" The man asked her. "He has honey blonde hair, and he's tall. He's not scrawny, but not masculine. He's perfect." She said nodding her head as if this sounded correct to her. "Sunds lhik a guy I seen in da papa da other day. Chick somewhire 'roun Philly." The drunk answered. Holding her breath again, Alice nodded and left.

The picture faded black then came back in. It was a cloudy, but not rainy day in Philadelphia. Alice had apparently no idea that the man had meant Philadelphia when he said Philly. She needed a vision to help her out on that one. She was sitting on a red bar stool, the waitress handing her everything on the menu, Alice handing her cash she got from god-knows-where. She tried everything the waitress gave her, and threw all of it out. The waitress frowned occasionally, and reminded Alice that money didn't grow on trees, but was still happy that Alice was paying her too much and that she had already made over $300.00 in tips. Something she didn't mention to Alice.

Around seven, Alice got up and left.

The next day she went through the same thing.

And the next day.

And the next day.

And the next day.

I hadn't realized until then just how long I'd kept her waiting. It had been four days, and it was still going on until Carlisle counted up a grand total of 78 days before the one rainy afternoon where I would make my appearance. She was sitting at her bar stool, twirling her straw. The waitress came up and grabbed her by the throat. The whole restaurant turned. This was something Alice had never told me about.

So sorry for the late post. I started this and got distracted. The only down-fall of writing on the computer. Well, review! Virtual Cookie for everyone who does! Because if rose676 and bella676 are the only people reading this, I'll have to discontinue it, because believe me, I have plenty other ideas waiting in the wings. Maybe they'll come and strangle you! ?cough.