I own nothing at all. Twilight is own by Stephenie Meyers. Enjoy Chapter three!

"I have to find her." I pick up the bottom of my dress and ran away from the home.

1920 The doctor's house

Apov:

I wake up in a dark room. I get up from the corner I was previously slumped in. My throat burned like a hot fire poker was shoved down it. I tried to soothe it by rubbing my hand against it gently. I did not know where I was or who I was in fact. I don't even remember how I had ended up here. I didn't need light to find my way around the room even though it was dark outside.

I finally came across a mirror in the room. Once gazing into it I could see a very pale young girl. Her skin was as white as chalk. The hair was short and spiky. I smiled and noticed the girl in the mirror smiled as well. The teeth were brilliantly white and looked sharp. The last detail I focused on was the two eyes staring deeply in the glass. They were red like a glass of wine.

I wasn't there in that room any more. Now I was looking at a tall man with short cropped blonde hair. His skin chalk white. He smiled greatly towards me and spoke, "Welcome home."

His eyes were different than the red ones I had just peered at. They were melted honey and warm. A lady wrapped herself under his arm with the same kind eyes and smile. The scene turns slightly to the left and more bodies filled the room. A man that resembled a grizzly bear had a mischievous smile like a small child. Next to him was a beautiful blonde girl that seemed to be interested with something else at the time. Another boy that seemed to look younger than the girl in the mirror spoke first. "It amazes me that you have always feed on animal blood. What compelled you to be like us?" The boy had red copper toned hair that stuck straight up in a wave like motion. I wanted to reach out and touch it to feel if it was real.

The world seemed to focus back to place as I spurted the words out "I saw you that is why." I realized that the musical tone was indeed my very own voice. I look back at the mirror and see the same red-eyed girl. I wished my eyes were the same color as the melted honey. It looked less abrasive than the red. I make my hands move upward and touch my lips. The girl does the same. So this is how I look. I was cute but I could use a good cleaning. I look down and see the light blue cloth garment around my body. In some spots it was darker. I remove the garment off my body and bring the dark spots close to my nose. Sniffing it I detect the scent of blood. My throat aches once more. I check my body but there are no wounds on me. All that is left is a wristband. Parts of it were too dark too read and all I could make out was Alice, female age 19.

"Alice. My name is Alice and I drink animal blood?" Just saying blood made the ache in me awake. I leave the room behind to find a funky smell lofting around the living quarter. The fireplace had ash smeared around as if a fire was left unattended for days. I search the home finding better clothes. Once embarking on the journey outside I run into a huge metal object. My brain reeled and it could tell me what it was, a car. My brain was able to tell me everything I needed to know. It just didn't know the facts that pertain to my life. The car roared to life as I drove off into the night.

The thirst is harder to control now. I pull off towards the tree lines. I know what I have to do but weary of the outcome. I run into the woods and surprised at how I pick up speed of which a human is incapable. I run and let myself feel free. Zooming past trees and shrubbery I grow tired of running. The scents of the outdoors invade my nostrils along with the scent of a deer grazing. I do not know how it will be when I bite the deer so forth I remove my clothes as quietly as I can be. The moonlight shines on the deer as I crouch in the nude watching and waiting for the moment to pounce. With some grass still in its mouth the animal looks up as if he noticed the difference in the air. With amazing speed I run at the deer catching it off guard. I grab the antlers and the bottom of the head to make it quick. I didn't want it to feel pain. I feasted on the deer until I was full. I let the remains lay on the cold ground. Closing my eyes I could hear water rushing. I made my way towards the noise so I could wash off the blood that had spilled from my mouth.

I know the water must be freezing but to my body it has no affects on me. I dunk my head under the water to help with the rat nest that seem to have taken hold of during the last moments before I woke. In the middle of washing the blood away from my mouth I froze with my hand cupping water near my face.

There is a sign blinking in the night. Diner – Best in Philadelphia read the sign in green light. The sight of the sign moves out of the way when the body I was in moves away from the window. Another being that I knew was just like me entered the diner. His eyes red, he had just fed. His crimpled somewhat long hair blocked his face. "Jasper Whitlock." This draws him over to me.

"Ma'am." He nods his head towards me.

"You have kept me waiting long enough."

Jasper took a seat across from me in the booth. He grabbed my hand with eager. I could feel the excitement that we both were feeling. The world focuses around the present once more. I am left alone in the middle of a stream. I knew where I had to go even If I would sit in the diner every day until he finally shows up.

Bpov:

I hunted the world looking for Mary Alice. I devoured Europe looking in all the gloomy places. I thought this would be the place a vampire would want to be. I never saw Mary Alice transform into a vampire but I had to hope that she was still alive. I even spent six months in Alaska due to the fact that it was not that sunny out. Wherever I lived at the time I had a world map stuck up on the wall. Red pins are plaster on just about each continent. They each had a tag on them with a year I was there. Starting in 1948 to today's date. I had tried keeping newspaper articles on suspicious repeating activity. It is hard to find someone who doesn't want to be found.

The day I moved to Forks, Washington I was ninety-two years old. I must admit I look splendid for my age. I had the body of an eighteen year old with a mentality of my real age. I have even experimented with my talent of time bending.

Forks is a small town with a huge amount of forest still covering a lot of the state. This place looked like a good hiding space. Checking the hospital is always the first thing on my to do list. Roaming the halls I feel a void. I know Mary Alice has not been here. I look at the doors and I can just see her bouncing through them with the contagious laugh of hers.

I find my way at the nursery. I see a couple holding each other as they peer most likely at their child. A doctor walks up towards them to inform them of some bad news. "We will be keeping her on watch. She is weak and I hope I am wrong when I say this, she may not make it by the end of the week."

I watched as this goes on. The mother cries hysterically as the father does not know what to do. Eventually the doctor pulls them off into a room so no other parents have to see the sadness. I look back at the babies and a thought crosses my mind. I run my hands up my neck feeling the chain of my necklace. A spark hits against my skin like an electric shock. My fingers slowly pull down still following the trace of the necklace until it has hit its target. I grip the watch and hearing a ticking becoming louder and louder. My decision has been made. I open the door into the nursery with such determination. A nurse sees me and says loudly, "Ma'am you can not go in there!"

Ignoring her I make my way to the sick baby. I can feel in the air which one is not going to make it through the night. A pink blanket it wrapped around the little bundle of flesh. She is pale grayish compared to all the other babies who are pink with bright new blood vessels pumping making them a shade of blush.

I look at the name card, Isabella Marie Swan, we share part of the same name. I open the watch to reveal the hands spinning fast. With my free hand I touch the new born, "It will be all ok Isabella," I say to the child. A light glows around the both of us before it travels all around the child.

The nurse has made it into the nursery now. "Ma'am didn't you hear me you can't be in here…" She trails off when she sees the room is empty. The doctor and the parents from before enter the room.

"What is with all the yelling," asked the doctor.

"I thought I saw someone run into here. I could have sworn a woman did."

The mother walks over to her child. Her tear streak face show signs that she is stressed. She moves the pink blanket to the side and sees a pocket watch necklace on top of her baby. With confusion she picks it up, "Who is this?"

The nurse speaks up, "It must have been a gift from that lady."

The doctor does a check up on little Isabella. "Her color looks significantly better." He places the stethoscope against her fragile chest. "Everything is sounding better." He places the stethoscope back around his neck. "Maybe this worrying was all over nothing. Little Isabella just needed some time to get over it herself."

The young parents celebrated the good news. Soon enough they were allowed to take her back home with them. I have only jumped in a baby's body only once back in 1955. The kid was dying that night. The look on the mother's face was heartbroken.

She had left the father so her daughter could have a better life and now it was looking like she was going to have no life at all. I gave the mother a gift that all mothers want.

I also gave that mother the nightmare that no mothers want. After supposing to be twenty-five I made her daughter disappear to her. I don't age past the day of being eighteen and couldn't keep up with the ordeal any longer. I guess no matter what in that life that poor woman's heart was going to break.

The mother picks up the baby. "Hey Isabella. Mommy loves you. Bella. How do you like the sound of that?"

"I like Bells. It has a ring to it," the father laughs at his own joke.

I feel the warmth of her arms holding me as she rocks. I know I can only do this with a sick infant. Their soul and will is low and seeking for that help to strive. My soul mixes with baby Isabella. She grows comfortable and steps aside and lets me have control. I open my eyes and smile at my new mother.

"Look Charlie! Her eyes are so beautiful."

"She has those chocolate eyes just like you Renee."

I now wait to grow in this life with Charlie and Renee before continuing on my journey to find Mary Alice.