Hey Twilight'ers! I would really like to thank you guys for the really positive feedback I got concerning the "scene." I really appreciate all of your opinions.

And by the way, how incredibly amazing was the Twilight clip from the MTV Movie Awards?! I watched it about 100 times… no exaggeration. Robert… I mean, Spunk Ransom, is love!

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Disclaimer: Maybe if I make enough money at this babysitting job, I could buy Twilight…

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"You're amazing," my husband said to me on a rainy Tuesday morning as he planted a kiss on my forehead. We had been married on Wednesday of the previous week, and after making love for the first time in our apartment in Philadelphia, we had traveled to London for our honeymoon. We had spent our days either in our room or sightseeing. The entire time, we bonded and became even closer as a couple.

"You're not so shabby yourself," I responded as I snuggled closer to him. Of course, considering we were vampires, we didn't sleep at night, but we occupied ourselves in other ways. We also spent a lot of that time talking. There was one thing, though, that had been on my mind for a while, but I hadn't told Jasper yet.

"Honey, there's something I need to get off of my chest," I told him, looking up into his golden eyes.

"What?" he asked me.

I took a deep breath, and told him about my run-in with Peter Middleton. Ever since running into that old man who swore he knew me, I had done a lot of thinking. What if this man wasn't crazy? What if he knew the me that I was before my transformation? I wanted to find out anything I could about my past.

"So, do you think I should find him and ask him about this Mary Alice Brandon?" I asked him after I had told him the story.

He nodded. "I definitely think you should. What would it hurt? You might be able to get some closure if you knew about your past." He kissed me on the forehead. "But there is one small problem. How are you going to ask him? You can't say you are Mary Alice Brandon, because if you were, you should be as old as him.

"Good point," I replied. We sat there in silence as we both thought of different options. Then, I had an idea.

"What if I say I'm her granddaughter? That way, I can make up the story that Mary Alice Brandon died before I was born, so I wanted to know what she was like when she was 'my age.' I think that could work," I explained to him.

"That's a great idea!" exclaimed Jasper. I decided that that was going to be my plan, and I felt myself being pulled into another vision. In this one, I saw the elderly Peter Middleton and me discussing the life and times of Mary Alice Brandon.

"And it's going to work," I said to him as he came back. "First thing when we get home, I'm going to seek out Peter Middleton."

"I'm so glad you're finally going to be getting closure," he said to me. "But there's something that I've been wondering as well."

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Clearly, you have visions about future events," he started, "so I was wondering if you ever saw anything about our future."

When most newlyweds talked about their future, they usually pictured a large, white house with a picket fence, a merry and rambunctious golden retriever, and a few rug rats running around the homestead. However, I knew none of this would happen. First off, we couldn't exactly have the picketed house because I knew that we would have to move every few years to keep suspicions low. Second of all, there is no way we would be able to have a dog because of Jasper's weakness towards all things with blood running through its vein. And lastly, I knew we would never have children. For me, this was the saddest fact of all.

"I have seen some things," I told him truthfully. "Like mainly, we're going to join a coven of vampires."

"Oh," was Jasper's reply. I could tell he was thinking about the terrible, warrior-like coven he was previously a member of.

"It's not one like that," I replied, stroking his white, granite cheek. "They're good, like us. The leaders name is Carlisle, and his mate is Esme. There's also a girl named Rosalie and her mate named Emmett. Then there's Edward. He's kind of the oddball because he doesn't have a mate. We'll meet them in Alaska and, as far as I can tell, live with them forever."

"Wow," replied Jasper. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing that they're like us. Sometimes, though, it gets so hard." I knew that we were no longer talking about the Cullen's.

"Honey, I know it's hard for you sometimes, but you have no idea how proud of you I am," I told him, planting a small kiss on his lips.

"It's all for you," he replied, pulling me to his chest.

The London rain pounded on the window. I knew that anyone who was standing outside would be sprinting to stand under overhangs or umbrellas, but I didn't care. It could rain until there was a flood, but as long as I was in the arms of my love, I was okay.

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"Sweetie, you need to go now."

Jasper was literally pushing me towards the front door of Peter Middleton's town house.

"Maybe I don't need to find out about Mary Alice Brandon," I replied, trying to escape Jasper's vampire grip.

"You know you will regret it if you don't," he said curtly. I then felt a wave a peace and comfort wash over me.

"Bah, screw you," I replied to him.

"Yes, actually, you frequently do," he replied with a devilish grin. "Now, get in there. I'll be waiting out here when you're done."

I nodded, suddenly feeling more reassured. Slowly, I raised my hand up to the knocker on the door. I lifted it up, and knocked it three times. I stood there for a few moments, and I noticed Jasper sliding away into a building across the street.

A young, pretty maid opened the door. "Hello, miss," she said. "How may I help you?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Middleton," I told her. "I must see him right away. It's extremely urgent."

"I'll see what I can do," she said. "Please, come in." She held the door open, and I stepped in to the parlor. "Wait here and I'll go speak to Mr. Middleton."

"Thank you," I replied as she bustled out of the room. I really needed Jasper right now. It wasn't just because I needed to be with the man that I love, but because I would really appreciated another calming.

After a few minutes of extreme anxiety and anticipation, the maid reentered the room.

"Mr. Middleton will see you now," she said, opening a door which I assumed led to a sitting room. It was extremely lavish, with plush burgundy and hunter green chairs and curtains. There was even a large grand piano in the corner of the room.

But the thing that really attracted my eye was Peter Middleton himself. He was slumped into an overstuffed chair, and was giving me a look of complete disdain.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Middleton," I said, hoping to make him willing to talk. "Thank you for seeing me today."

"So know you want to talk to me?" he said with a scowl. "You acted very oddly when I saw you a few weeks ago, Mary Alice Brandon."

"That's because I'm not Mary Alice Brandon," I said, sitting across from him. "She's my grandmother."

He considered this for a moment, and then looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed. "I should have known. There's no way you could have been her, considering that she would be as old as me. I sincerely apologize for any emotional harm I might have caused you!"

"It's quite all right," I replied. "But you could make it up to me by telling me about my grandmother."

"Don't you know about her? Why don't you visit with her?" he asked me.

"She died before I was born," I replied. "I've heard all of the family stories about her. I want to hear your stories. You were her close friend, after all."

"Yes, we were extremely close," he replied, taking a sip of brandy from a glass sitting next to him. "What would you like to know about her?"

"Anything you can tell me," I replied. "Just start talking. Talk to me like I don't know anything about her." Which was true. He didn't have to know that, though.

He looked at me with curiosity, but then started talking. "I met Mary Alice Brandon when we were young. Our families were friends, so we grew up together. She was the best friend I had." He reached across the side table, and grabbed a small picture in a frame. "This was her, her friend Mina, and me. We had so much fun. But those times pass."

I looked at the photo, and had to hold in a gasp. It was me. I was smiling in a theme park, a young Peter Middleton and another young girl clutching onto me. It was hard to believe that before this life, I had entirely different one. I'm sure I had dreams and goals and aspirations. What did I strive for back then? I wish I could have known.

"We grew up in Biloxi, in the very well-to-do world. Our lives were an almost constant stream of parties. At one point, I was actually in love with her." Another sip of brandy. "I suppose, in a way, I still am. Old habits do die hard.

"But I remember very vividly the night when her life changed. It was a ball, and we were dancing, when all of the sudden, she passed out. When she woke up, she started screaming at her mother. She ran away, and told me that she was going to be sent to an asylum.

"At first, I had no idea what she was talking about. But when I realized that she really was gone, I went to find her. When I found her, I tried to save her, but she wanted to stay. I think she was in love with her doctor. So, I left. That's the last I ever saw of her."

For all I knew, he could be lying to me. But I was open to any information that was available to me.

"What was your opinion of her family?" I asked him, trying to find out about my previous family without asking outright.

"Her mother was a bitch. No offense," he said. "Her father was decent, but he really let Alice's mother badger her. Her sister, Cynthia, was very uptight. You could say that she was the ideal daughter. Alice often felt that she was looked down upon, and that she was always living in her sister's shadow."

"I think I've been told that before," I said, totally improvising.

The grandfather clock on the wall chimed, and the maid reentered the room.

"Sir, I don't mean to interrupt, but you have an appointment with the doctor that you need to go to. The driver is waiting outside."

"Well, young lady, I hoped I've given whatever you were looking for," he said, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Yes, thank you so much," I replied, following him. "You've given me exactly what I was looking for."

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"So how was it?" asked Jasper as I joined him outside.

I told him everything that Peter Middleton had told me. "What do you think?" I asked Jasper.

"He's probably lying about some of it," he replied, snaking his arm around my waist.

"Yeah, I suspected that, too," I replied, "but I'm really glad I came. At least I know something. It's just so funny to think about what kind of life I would have had." I leaned my head into his chest. "Do you ever think about your pre-vampire life?"

"I suppose I do," Jasper replied, deep in thought.

"Did you ever love a girl?" I asked him, saying it before really thinking it through. "Just wondering," I added. Because deep down, I really didn't care about what he used to do, because I had him now. That was all that mattered.

"I don't think I did," he replied. "But even if I did, my love for her would be nothing compared to what I feel for you."

I answered him with a swift kiss on the lips, which required me to rise up onto my tiptoes. "Now, what do you say we get out of here?"

"I think that would be a great idea," he replied, picking me up bridal style and running at vampire pace back to home.

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Ohhh noes! Peter was lying. What a little skeez… haha.

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