/Thanks for the review Stella Pens, This story was actually written at the request of my friend who had the idea of how would the story of twilight be different if it followed a young human psychic who was left with no memory and on the Reservation. So in a way it's like Bella's story except though there is the imprinting and obvious love story Alice is more focused on figuring out why she can see the future and why she's the target of James and over all wanting to keep those she cares about safe and obviously unlike Bella she's not coping with this world as easily.

and to all the Jalice fans, the next few chapters will take place under the Cullen's care.

"Come on wake up." I heard a voice speak to me but it was so muffled I found it hard to focus on it. "Alice please..." I heard the voice again with so much sadness in her voice. It started to bring me forward. I felt my lungs inflate and a surge of water broke from my lungs as I rolled to my side hacking. My eyes opened slightly the brightness of the sun almost stung my dried out eyes. I was greeted by sad faces first of Emily's, then Paul's and the Jacobs.

"Why are looking so upset? Is there something on my face?" I questioned my voice hoarse. Soft laughs escaped their lips. "Come on you guys can tell me I won't mind." I added struggling to sit up but luckily I had Emily's supporting arm.

"Wait..." flashes of the events that transpired on the cliff flashed back to me. "SETH!" I cried out. "Seth is in trouble. We have to go help him." I panicked trying to stand but all my efforts were useless.

"He's fine Alice." Emily assured me but I can caught the glances the boys exchanged through my blurry vision. "Alice!" I heard Embry call out as he burst through the brush and ran straight at me pulling me into a tight hug. "Hey Embry." I smiled softly he pulled away and cupped my face in his hands and even in my state in non felt my cheeks burn red.

I felt myself staring at him and I brought my own hand to his face. "Hey shh... there's no reason to have cried." I muttered to him and it could feel his lips curl into a half smile. We sat in our own private moment for several minutes before Seth broke in and my attention was stolen.

I shot up for my spot and wrapped my arms around the younger boy. He was muttering apologies in my shoulder and I just kept quieting him until he was just crying in my shoulder.

"I'm just glad you are alright." I whispered to him "I thought that man killed you." As my body calmed down a sharp pain shot through my hand and I stumbled back. Embry was by my side in an instant. His hand gingerly holding mine. "I think the bones are broken. We need to get her to the hospital."

"Embry do you think that's wise?" "The hospital is on natural ground... Emily." Embry turned to her and she nodded "I'll take care of her." Emily smiled walking over to me and gingerly lead me to her jeep. I was in so much pain that I had tears in my eyes. "Don't worry Alice we will be at the hospital soon."Emily assured me but I wasn't paying attention. My mind was in a pain haze mixed with my mind coping with the events on the cliff.

The man wasn't human but neither was Seth. He was my size just a bit more built and he had thrown me back like I was nothing. What was going on in La Push and why am I in the center of it.

The trip to the hospital was my first time off the Reservation since I woke up. I was too distracted to even take it in. Emily and the others had been searching for my family but have yet to find anything and and I didn't mind staying around the Rez even if I did stand out among them.

I hadn't eve noticed we stopped until I felt Emily's guiding hand on my back. She walked me in and spike to the receptionist. "I'm sorry Miss only Dr. Cullen is on duty right now..." I heard Emily swear under her breathe. "Fine we will see him." We waited in the ER for thirty minutes before we got called back. "Emily.. can i ask you something?" I questioned my teeth digging into my lip almost drawing blood.

"Of course little one." Emily stated I tried to focus on her words instead of my pain. "What is so bad about the Cullen's." I questioned and I knew I caught her off guard. "You heard me that night with the others?" "And when you argued against seeing a Dr. Cullen." I added looking at her hoping to get a solid answer.

"It's an old tribe thing, The Cullens have deep ties to this area just like we do. It's a century long blood feud. We don't mix with them and they won't mix with us." Emily explained though it sounded like she was reciting someone elses words and not her own. It sounded recited.

I was about to ask her another question but I was caught off guard by the sudden emergence of a man I can only assume was Doctor Cullen. He moved with a grace about him that was so unnatural to the hustle around him.

He picked up the chart but his eye's settled on me before he read the name and the way his features lit up frightened me ever so slightly. His features so similar to the man on the cliff. I saw a frown spread across his features as he noticed I didn't recognize him.

"Alice Brandon, do you not remember meeting me?" He questioned and I almost felt guilty for shaking my head no in response. I watched Carlisle as he flipped through the chart. "What happened to her?" Carlisle questioned Emily, no anger but more concern in his voice.

"We don't know." Emily stated protectively, "But we are working to figure it out." I saw the impassively gentle doctor eye Emily curiously before sighing. "Can we speak out side." and before I could voice my objections the two of them stepped out and a nurse trapped me in the room by binding my hand.

I was lucky, it was a simple fracture. She got me a cast and by the time Emily and Dr. Cullen returned I was ready to go though I wasn't any less frustrated. Every time it seemed like I was getting close to some answers, something got in the way. Like some supernatural force was keeping me from putting all these jumbled pieces together.

"Miss Brandon." Carlisle examined me silently before allowing me to leave. I climbed into Emily's car in a strong silence. "I want to meet the Cullen's." I stated determined. "What?! You can't." She huffed, "Why not?" I asked. "It's not safe." "And why not.." This brought us back into an awkward silence.

Secrets, all these fricken secrets and I just wanted one answer. Why am I here. When we pulled back in front of Emily and Sam's house I got out of the car without any help and didn't wait for Emily before moving inside and walking past the boy's without so much as a hi.

I could hear the muttered whispers but right now I just wanted to be alone. I grabbed a chair and jimmied it under the door knob before I plopped down on my bed, my body drained from the events beckening me to sleep but I fought back against it.

I sat back up crossing my legs and staring at my bag that held the notebook I was scared to open. "Damn it." I swore under my breath, it was a word I picked up from hanging around Quil and Embry. The two were pretty much a package deal. I pushed myself off my bed and felt a paper ruffle in my pocket.

What the… I thought to myself, I didn't stuff anything in my pocket and there was no way anyone else could have. I pulled out a rolled up piece of hospital steno pad note book paper and looked at the perfect calligraphy across it. If you need my help, just call 555-4367. I looked at the paper carefully. My mind trying to figure out how he could slip something in my pocket without me noticing.

There were unnatural things happening to me, and now I wanted to find out for sure. I moved to my book and pulled out the black composition notebook and moved back to my bed and I flipped it open skipping the first few unnerving pages waiting for something to jump out at me.

The first entry I read was short and simple yet it referenced a name I now knew.

Doctor Carlisle Cullen has just transferred into my wing. He's a bit too young in my opinion to be here but I won't oppose new help, maybe he could finally let them know i'm not crazy.

So I had met Doctor Cullen before.

I kept flipping through the pages some of the pages scared me, they reference rooms of light and cold baths. The more frequent the visits the more frantic each entry got but at the same time they became more care free. I found another that caught my eye.

He brought his son and daughter with him today, both were just as stunning as him. Their hair all sharing a bright gold so fair that it might have been woven from gold itself. I had greeted them both openly though the male had seemed afraid. When I hugged him it was like hugging a block of ice. He didn't move and his skin sent a chill through me. The girl was a bit more responsive but even she kept her distance.

I learned their names though. Jasper and Rosalie Hale, Carlisle such a kind hearted man had adopted them even though they were in their teens. I jokingly asked if he would ever consider adopting me and it was like I had just killed someone in front of them with my words. I can tell there is more to them than meets the eye which is why I was grateful when Carlisle said he'd bring them back.

I don't see many teenagers these days, my friends stopped visiting when I began visiting the room of light and lost my hair. It was strange though being around such beautiful people, I didn't feel self conscious.

Jasper.. The name struck a familiar note with me. I repeated it a few times my voice soft that I could barely hear it myself. It was lyrical in a way. The name became more frequent in my journal entries. Another one I found was dated four months after the last one I had read.

He visits every day now, sometimes without his father being present though on those days he never get's too close. He looks like he's in pain so much, I had noticed his eye's were not the same shade of beautiful gold as his siblings. His eye's were an orange tint, a mix of red and yellow in a way. I felt like some part of me was afraid of him, I should be afraid of him but I couldn't bring myself too. The Cullens are my only friends, my only sanctuary in this place that has been my home for so long.

I guess i've become reliant on them and not just the tall blond haired boy, Rosalie visits me too though she has some resentment toward me for a reason I can't name. She pities me, she has never said such words but when you live in a place like this you learn to read the signs quickly.

Her boyfriend has come to visit me as well too, he towers over me and is usually built like a house yet he has the most gentle soul. He doesn't mind my playful attitude and I think he rivals me sometimes. He only ever comes with their shared mother though. Esme Cullen a woman with a heart bigger than any building. She is always here when I wake from the lightening room. I can feel most of the Cullen's pity me but at least they are around. At least I have someone.

I was close to these Cullens, even if I felt like they only visited because I was a child in a mental asylum. I found many of the pages were filled of sketches, I found that made me freeze. It was a sketch of Emily from early when we drove up. Another was of an arm scattered with scars and a small set of hands clasped around it but something about it told me it wasn't angry.

I wanted to keep reading but I heard the soft pat of rocks being thrown against my window. I moved over to it and struggled to lift it open with one hand. "Embry?" I questioned and there he stood topless (as the norm) with a big goofy smile on his face. "I wanted to check on you." He spoke sincerely and I felt bad for being so pissed off. "Can I come in?" He questioned and I moved a side. He climbed in the window with ease. He stopped for a moment and I swear I saw his nostrils flare for a moment.

Embry took my injured hand in his and looked sadly at it. "I'm sorry we couldn't protect you." He spoke in defeat. "I'm still here aren't I?" I asked with a cheery tone to my voice. "You guys did protect me." I smiled brightly. "How do you do that…" He muttered to himself looking down and shaking his head. "Do what?" I questioned, "Make me feel so happy." Embry's words were short but I felt the intimate tone to them and couldn't help but blush.

I felt the boy take a few steps toward me, his hand gently falling on my back as he pulled me close to his height. Oh I knew where this was going, his body felt even hotter in this proximity as his warm breath brushed my cheek as if he was questioning if he should do it. "I thought I lost you today." He muttered unmoving. "But you didn't." I tried to assure him. "But you could have died Alice." "But I didn't." I reiterated.

I could hear my heart pounding due to our close proximity. "I should have been more careful when I shoved that leech off of you… It's my fault." He kept speaking his words soft almost hard for me to make out.

"Leech?" I questioned. He didn't hear me or he was choosing to ignore me. I took a step back and felt a strong resistance on his part but he let me out of his grip. "Embry what happened on that cliff." I demanded to know an answer. "I can't say." He spoke looking down ashamed. "And why can't you say!" I growled angrily my small hands clutching into fists. "Because i'm trying to protect you." He spoke trying to keep his voice even. "Protect me from what! I think I deserve to know!" I shouted my hands flailing out about me.

"NOT IF IT MEANS I CAN LOSE MY IMPRINT!" He shouted back. Yet another word I didn't know. "What the hell is an imprint!" The two of us were still too close as we shouted at each other. My head only turned from him when I heard someone banging on the door I jammed shut. "Alice just stop." Embry begged. "No Embry I want to know… What is going on here." I stated this time my voice sounding hurt as the door burst open and Jake and Sam stormed into the room putting a distance between Embry and I.

"Alice this is not the time or the place." Jake spoke to me softly as I watched Sam try to calm Embry. I just shook my head and stormed out of Emily's place. Maybe I couldn't trust people here like I thought I would, I just wanted some answers and I wasn't finding them on the Rez but I knew someone who had offered me some options. Carlisle Cullen. I produced the slip of paper from my pocket studying the number. I knew what my next move was. I was going to the Cullens.