The next few months were slow. I occasionally thought of Emily, and I scolded myself for pitying her, because no one likes pity. And occasionally I thought of her husband, and his odd remark. Bloodsucker? But mostly, my mind was littered with the Cullen family. Specifically Alice and Edward.

What were they? I often pondered. What set them off from everybody else? It couldn't be that they just stuck to themselves but that is what mostly the children at my school thought. How could they possibly just talk to each other? Oh that's right...because they're more than just family, one teen thought with a snicker but then a disgusted curl of her lip.

It was the aura they set off, I realized in one of my sleepless nights. It was powerful, it sent off fear unintentionally, the signals so strong that mortals could tell from basic instincts to steer clear of this outcast group.

I couldn't help but think of Alice. How she walked with this...lightness, a lightness as if she had wings on her back that gently lifted her off the ground, a gracefulness of a ballerina that had trained for years.

The more I thought of it, the more I realized that all of the Cullens walked with this grace and power, just Alice had more quickness and stealth than the others. And again, the more I thought, the more I wept at night. I clutched my soft blankets and leaked salty tears leaving discolored splotches. I missed my sister and whenever I looked at Alice I grew a stupendous amount of sadness.

Mary didn't deserve to die. Why did I let her? I left, I left and didn't fight. Why? I had enough power, even back then where I didn't have as much as I do now, to take down any man that challenged me. But could I have taken down that...thing? Alice reminded me too much of painful yet happy memories. I almost drown in guilt whenever I lay my eyes on her.

Edward provokes this side of me, a side where I want to strangle him. But where also I can't help but feel close to him. Which is quite ridiculous. I haven't talked to him more than twice! Why does he evoke such feelings? He hasn't talked to me since the accident. I can't help but feel suspicious around him, what is he hiding? Will he find out what I'm hiding? Then I would have to leave, and I hate moving. And...I would have to clean up the mess. I can't bare to kill the Cullens. But, I know if it comes to it, them or me? I'll kill them in a heartbeat. Over the years I've learned – as cliché as it is – that it's a kill or be killed world. And after losing not only my parents, but my dearest younger sister too, I realized how easily it is to not feel. How I can just shut off my mind and not think of anything, I could be cold and heartless. Painful memories can do that to a person.

I set my books on the corner of the lab table. I ignored Edward as he does me. It's much easier to ignore him when he does the same. Suddenly I felt his golden-butterscotch stare burning a hole on the side of my face. I couldn't help but turn and peek the tiniest look.

"Hello." I said quietly.

He muttered a word that was barely coherent and that was the first and last conversation we had since the accident.

A couple weeks after that brief encounter I shyly and most likely idiotically chose to sit at Jessica's table. Jessica smiled brightly, a fake bright smile, only slightly genuine and that was mostly because everyone turned to stare at me...or as she thought, herself.

"Hey Bella? You've heard about the dance coming up right?" Jessica asked.

I had. Only months ago Michael had asked me to go with him. Did they all know of the dance months in advance? Was he expecting everyone to ask me and jumped in line before everyone else? I nodded cautiously to answer Angela's question.

Jessica wiggled her eyes suggestively as I snuck a glance towards the secluded corner where the Cullen family sat. Her mind was screaming jealous, hurtful words at me. "Edward Cullen?"

Lauren scoffed and rolled her eyes. "More like Alice Cullen."

Emmett's booming laughter shook in my ears and caused the human's and myself to jump. He chortled and ruffled Alice's hair. "Looks like Jasper's gonna have to find a new date." Emmett said loudly, the noise level of his voice completely natural. Jasper smiled slightly and pulled Alice closer to him. She giggled and poked his nose affectionately, telling him to not worry one bit. Edward smiled until Emmett told him that he had to look for a new one to. Emmett caught my eye and winked, and only laughed when Rosalie scolded him for even glancing at me.

Lauren smiled smugly at us, triumphant that she had gotten the reclusive family to laugh.

Jessica looked at me, envy burning in her eyes, "I heard Mike asked you out." She didn't hide what she was saying, because Michael and the boys were too caught up in their own discussion.

I nodded. "Yes. You heard correctly." I hurried to reassure her, even though she has been using me. "Do not worry though, I declined. I'm leaving that week anyway. Just a little road trip."

She pretended to be disappointed. "Awe! You can't do that!"

Angela nodded, "Yeah," she said quietly, "You just moved here. You have to experience at least one dance."

I laughed, "You do not know me. I can barely stand on my own two feet, let alone dance." I patted her arm. "Do not dwell on it though. It is a good thing that I am not going. I would ruin the night. I have never liked dances."

"Well," Mike butted in. When did he start listening? "The least you could do is go to LaPush with us."

I shook my head. "I am not so sure that is a good idea."

"You have to, dude!" another boy I did not know the name of interrupted. "Were just going to the first beach."

"I..." I hesitated. I was not supposed to get close to anyone. "...What time?" I asked.

"Saturday." Mike answered happily. "At my Dad's store at ten."

I was able to pick the address out of his head, "Okay. I suppose I can go."

He grinned ear to ear. "Great!"

Eric met me up at the trashcan as I dumped my apple core in the trash.

He fiddled with a lose string on his shirt nervously. "I was wondering if you, ya know, wanted to go to Prom with me."

My eyes widened, oh no! Not again. "That is very, very kind of you to ask, but I am not going to be there."

He shook his head, "It's not the dance. It's Prom. Completely different week...a completely different month."

"I...I." I did not know what to say, "Again, that is sweet of you, but I do not go to dances," he opened his mouth to object but I continued, "Nor proms." I smiled sadly, "But thank you."

I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and was quickly cut off by another boy. Tyler. He grinned smoothly.

"Hey...Bella, right?"

I rolled my eyes, why do people purposely embarrass themselves by acting like this. "Yes?"

"Wanna go to the dance with me?" He asked.

I stared at him. Was he serious? "I'm sorry..." I grinned internally. Recalling something from my sister, knowing she would have done it for me. "...Tyler...right?"

He frowned. "Yeah."

"I–" I suddenly stopped talking as Emmett threw back his head and laughed loudly. Alice smiled and took Jasper's hand, pretending to be occupied with something, but I knew they were all listening.

"What about Prom?" he interrupted. "I heard you're free for Prom."

I grinned awkwardly. "I'm..." I regretted what I'm about to say, "I'm seeing my sister that day. She lives in Massachusetts. I haven't seen Mary-Alice in months." More like decades.

"You could skip," he suggested.

I stared at him, appalled, but then chided myself. He knows nothing of me. He does not know how painful that is to me. "I can't. It's important," I said coldly. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

He stayed rooted to the spot, very persistent. "C'mon, let me make it up to you–"

I stared at him, "Move." His will relinquished to me. Even if he tried, his brain wouldn't comply. It was mine now. I growled deeply in my throat. "Move. Or you'll be sorry."

He gasped and shook his head. He tumbled backwards, landing on his backside.

I pushed past him, only slightly regretful. I walked into Mr. Banner's class just as the bell sounded. Students piled in loudly. All except Edward. He sat quietly next to me.

"I thought you said your sister died," he commented.

I looked at him. He had heard that? "She did."

"Then where are you going?" he asked.

"Nowhere," I answered simply. "I just needed to make an excuse. I feel guilty for using my sister, but she would have gladly done it for me," I looked down. "She was very protective of me, even if I was supposed to be protecting her."

Mr. Banner came in late. He held a box full of vials. "Hello class," he set the box on his desk. "As you know Port Angeles is having a blood drive. I thought we could donate our own blood," he seemed proud of how he thought of something so cool that the students started to get excited.

Edward froze and stared at me, I raised my eyebrow questioningly. He looked away and raised his hand. Mr. Banner called on him.

"I can't be around blood," he said quietly. Some of the classmates snickered. "I get sick."

He nodded. "Okay." he gave him a pass. "Go to the nurse."

He smiled at me and then left swiftly. I listened to Mr. Banner talk, thinking of all the blood I had on my hands. Sure, I killed the muggers, the rapist, the murderers, but was that a good thing? I was playing God. I thought of their faces, every single one. I had a photographic memory, another gift from my grandmother.

I thought of their faces, how horrified and afraid they were. But then I thought of the people I rescued. They didn't care that I stabbed them in the heart, I had ripped them limb from limb, I broke every bone in their body. They were relieved to be alive and they thanked me.

Mr. Banner finished his explanation and started to pass out the material. Mike laughed and pricked his finger, the red liquid oozed out, glistening in the light. I stared, the stench of rust and blood wafted my way and I turned pale.

Their faces played like a slide show. Just because they did wrong in their life, did it make it right for me to kill them. I thought of Mary. How she had died, and how her blood must have curdled as the flames licked her flesh.

Oh God.

I bent over and retched. My face was clammy and the thoughts played like a broken record. I puked again. Until my throat was soar and stinging, until I was dry heaving. I was crying heavily. People were staring.

Mr. Banner called the janitor. He helped me maneuver around the vomit and the table. I was unsteady and he asked if anybody wanted to take me down. Mike eagerly put his arm over my shoulder and I leaned on his and cried.

He walked out of the building and I heavily rested on him. I suddenly stopped on our trip to the nurse. I looked up at him pleadingly, "Please. Just let me sit," he nodded hesitantly.

I rubbed my forehead tiredly. Oh how guilt ways me down, I practically swim in it. Mary would have wished me not to worry. I sobbed, and bet over and dry heaved again.

"This...this isn't exactly about the blood, is it?" Mike asked quietly.

"A little," I muttered.

I heard soft, light footsteps. Edward rounded the corner of the building, He had lines of worry creasing his faces.

Edward ran to me as soon as he saw me and ducked to my height. "Are you okay, Bella?"

I nodded, although clearly I was not. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine."

His lips turned up in amusement. "Come, I'll take you to the nurse." He picked me up easily, carrying me bridal style.

Mike rushed in front of us. "You can't do that!" he protested feebly. "I'm supposed to take her!"

"It's okay." Edward said. "Now you don't have to. I'll take her. Go back to class."

He stomped his foot childishly, "But–"

I stared at him, "Go back to class." He stared at me, shook his head to snap out of it, and then nodded, leaving quickly. I squirmed in Edward's arms.

"You are absolutely enchanting, aren't you?" he asked.

I blushed. "No."

"Yes, you are. These guys are practically bowing down at your feet. They'll do anything you say."

"Does that include you?" I asked.

"Maybe." He shrugged and grinned.

"You can put me down now," I said, pretending to be "enchanting" as he put it.

"I can't. You're sick." he chuckled. "I said I would take you to the nurse."

I ducked my head, embarrassed. My cheeks inflamed as a student stepped out of the main office and stared at us. Her mind was screaming and she ran to tell the first person she saw. Edward rolled his eyes at her and set me down. He opened the door for me and ushered me in. The Nurses' office was adjoined to the main office.

He walked me into the office and stiffly rest on the opposite wall. I sat on the cot and the nurse looked at Edward.

"Biology?" she guessed.

He nodded. "Blood."

"Ah," she said. She walked to another room to go get an icepack.

"You're looking a little pale." Edward said.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "So do you."

She came back and handed me an icepack. She advised me to stay and lay down awhile. Edward told her he was supposed to stay with me when she told him to head back to class. I covered my nose as I heard the office door open. Someone was bleeding.

I bolted up. "I feel much better." I set the icepack on her desk. "Thank you. I should go now."

Edward nodded and took a hold of my hand. He guided me outside the office. I sat down and ignored the boy's nose bleed. Edward talked to Mrs. Cope. He smiled at her. "Hello, Mrs. Cope."

She flushed. "Yes, Edward? Is there anything I can do to you?" her eyes widened. "I mean do for you?"

Edward chuckled. "Yes, in fact. Ms. Swan here, she isn't quite feeling good. Would you tell her teachers that she won't be coming back for the day?"

She nodded, still blushing from what she said. Obscene thoughts ran through her head, then she scolded herself, Edward was the same age as her son. "Do you need me to call a teacher for you too, Edward?" she fluttered her eyes.

He shook his head. "No. I have Senora Goff. She won't mind. Thank you, Mrs. Cope."

I walked outside, still feeling very nauseous. It was raining outside, and I let the rain rinse my still-clammy face. I felt Edward's gaze on me and smiled shyly.

He walked me towards his car, but I suddenly stopped. "You can't drive me home."

He raised his eyebrows at me, "And why not?"

"Because what about my car?" I asked.

"I'll have Alice drive it home," he said and pulled me towards his car.

"But she does not have the keys to acc–"

"Don't worry," he interrupted. He unlocked his car. "Get in."

"But I will get it all wet!" I protested, and motioned towards my outfit that was soaked with rain.

He rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated. "Just get in. I don't care if you ruin it."

I thought of just leaving. I could take my own car and go home, without ruining his obvious expensive car.

"Don't even think about it," he said, as if he could read my mind, "I'll drag you back."

"Who said you could pull that off?" I asked cockily. I reluctantly got in, my went clothes squeaking against the leather.

He winked at me. "Trust me. I can."

I gave him my address. He told me about his family, the same thing Jessica had told me. He pulled up to my house, merely minutes had passed by. He drove fast. I smiled and thanked him. He grinned back at me and told me to feel better.

I do not know how Alice would get my car back, but when I looked out the window the car was in my drive way. I stuck my hand in my back pocket and pulled out the keys to my car. Even from here I could see my backpack in the passenger seat and a note that said get well and was signed from Alice.

~Massachusetts. January, 1663~

~~Alice's POV~~

~~~Forgotten Memories~~~

I try to break free from the binds on my wrist. Witches only have one weakness, Mussaenda Erythrophylla flowers. They crush the flowers into a liquid and drip it on my fixes. There is one over my mouth, my eyes, my hands, and loosely tied ones around my feet. They sting. I can feel the rashes forming. It itches, but it burns. I want to cry, but I refuse to show weakness.

They take off the cloths and tie my feet to a wooden stake, and also my hands. Usually they burn witches in England, but James told them I was dangerous. So dangerous that I might break free and kill every single person on the ship. So they plan to burn me here.

Isabella hides behind the trees, sobbing. There is nothing she could do. Mind control will not work on those things. Whatever James and his fiancée are. I suspect, they had drank the nectar of the Mussaenda Erythrophylla, or the Ashanti Blood.

And we cannot run, because of the Ashanti Blood. Slowly, the tears start to trail down my face quietly. I will miss my sister, as she will miss me. I know there was an afterlife waiting for me. Mother, Father, and Grandmother are anxious. A friend of ours can see the dead. He gave us the message.

The burning will take place in an hour, only few people are here now. Isabella is suspected as a witch, too, but she has gotten away in time. She has the power of invisibility, so she hides.

Isabella? If you can hear me, I want you to run. Do not try and help me. It is a lost cause. Please, Isabella, save yourself. Do not drag yourself down with me.

James walks up to me, he smiles. "Hello Mary, how are you this beautiful evening?"

"Go to Hell!" I say, my voice is dark and rough.

"I suspect that is where you are going, dear Mary," he says, "And if I am ripped to pieces and burned in a fire, then I will gladly meet you there."

"What do you want?" I ask.

He trails his hand down the side of my face sweetly, "You." He comes close to me and drags his nose across the column of my throat. "Your blood calls to me." He pulls back and his eyes are the color of the night sky. "Mi cantante," he coos delicately. "Do you know what that means?"

I nod.

"Translate for me," he orders.

"My singer," I say.

"Yes. Very good. You are bilingual? That is surprising for a woman," he comments.

"What are you?" I whisper.

"Vampiro," he rolls the r roughly.

"That is not possible."

"Say what you will, bruja." I wince at the term. He takes his hand and wraps it around a sweet smelling cloth. He presses it against my cheek and I scream. "Hypocrite," he scolds. "Witches are no more possible than vampires, now are they, cariño"

He grabs the stake and breaks it in half. He unties the cloth around my hands and feet, and takes me away from the stake. I run lighting fast back to the stake and I grab a hold of it. I run back at try to drive it into his heart. He knocks it away and chuckles.

"Stakes do not work on me, little Mary." He binds the cloth back up and pushes me to the ground. "Move, and I'll lash you with this cloth again." He runs into the forest and brings out a screaming young woman. He shushes her and bights her neck. She slowly stops fighting and lays limp in his arms. "The mayor said I could do a little privatebringing of you, because I notified him of a real witch." he winks, "And I might have persuaded him." He flashes glinting white teeth.

Isabella sobs harder as he ties the limp body to an uprooted tree he pulls from the ground. He takes out a match and drops it to her body. I cry and gag from the smell of burning flesh. He grins wickedly and runs up to me.

Run! I shout to Isabella. She complies, still crying.

He smiles and brings my neck to his teeth. His pink tongue darts out quickly and licks my neck, sending out a shudder of disgust.

Victoria walks into the clearing, unsmiling, but she runs up to me. She leans down and trails her nose across my neck. "She smells divine, James, as heavenly as any other human. Why are you making such a fuss? She is nothing special."

He kisses her tenderly, "Because she is more than just blood, Victoria, she is what I have been waiting for. I want to preserve her blood, but I want to drink it all now. It is so hard to resist."

"So bite," she urges. "Get it over with so we can leave."

I sob, and try to break free of the binds on my wrist. It stings, it burns, it leaves rashes. I cry.

He leans down lower and gently sets his teeth to my neck.

I kick, I scream, I try to heal the wounds feebly.

He closes his jaw I feel his teeth slice through my neck. It hits an artery. I feel the blood slowly leak from my body. It drains as if he is savoring it.

Victoria moans. "She smells heavenly."

James growls protectively and pulls away, dropping me to the ground. He hovers over my body. "Mine." He tells her. My blood drips, staining the beautiful dewy grass. I pull up weakly, he had drained much blood.

Something ignites in her eyes. She does not like being ordered. "Do not forget who changed you, James. If it wasn't for me, you would be dead."

I stare into his crimson eyes, the color of my blood and the blood of many others. Things turn hazy. I vomit in the grass from the smell of the woman's charred flesh.

"She is mine. Mine! My blood!"

She growls low in her throat, "I can have her if I want to. I have years on you James, I have more blood, I have more power. Do not dance with the Devil."

He bares his teeth and she is further provoked. I crawl weakly as the blood drips. I pull and tear up the ground. I dig my nails and pull harder. They ignore me. He attacks her, too possessive.

I stand unsteadily and press my hand against my neck. The trees double and blur together. I bump and tumble into them. I fire erupts in my blood. It pulls and pushes, it makes me want to lay down and die. Am I being burned anyway? Is this how that woman would feel if she were alive when being burned? It travels to every contour of my body. It lights every bone in my body. I cry out in pain and pull desperately at anything. Branches, and then grass when I fall. The feeling is indescribable. I cry and want to scream, but know to keep quiet. The fire centers around my throat and heart. It burns, it's agony! It slows down, but then peaks back up in an even worse burn.

I pull at stone and I know I am in the dark. I feel safe. The darkness sweeps over me. It cools me, it soothes me, it makes me ignore the heat. I curl into myself and let the dark abyss direct me into calm.

The night passed quickly, me thinking of Mary. People say I am very nostalgic, but can you blame me? My family perished in a fire that I started with powers I didn't know I had, and my younger sister was murdered while I sat helplessly by.

Friday morning came and morning classes passed quickly. I flushed when the art teacher complimented me on the sketch I drew. I brought my sketchbook with me, to finish the drawing of Mary Alice. I drew her in Wonderland. Ever since the novel came out, I was obsessed with it. Little Alice reminded me of Mary Alice. Mary was very curious and rambunctious as a child. She would beam proudly when people commented on her extensive vocabulary.

I sat down at Jessica's table, biting into a bitter sweet apple and drawing my Wonderland. Mary's back was arched backwards. Her wide, childlike eyes fearful, but determined. Bloodthirsty flowers watched her with twisted interest. The red queen stood in the background. She uttered nonsense, her eyes holding a distorted satisfaction as the Mad Hatter delicately lifted her neck and leaned forward, his canines extended to an unimaginable length, to where they were fangs.

Jessica leaned over, brushing my hair out of the way and staring at the picture curiously. She gasped and looked at me questioningly. "Dude! What the hell?" she shouted appalled. "You have ruined my favorite childhood fairytale!"

I shrugged, and blushed, hiding my artwork. When you have been around as a long as I have and done the things I have done, your view on the world is different than others. I looked up at Alice Cullen. I wanted to cry. She could be my sister's doppelganger. But she isn't my sister, I have to remind myself. My sister was killed.

I stared at the picture, why was I drawing such horrendous things? Surely, Mary wasn't killed this way. She died in a fire...right? Did he burn her after he burned that woman? What was wrong with him anyway? What was he?

The drawing shifts and I tilt my head curiously. The flowers shrink back in fear, little tiny tear dropsstreaking their petals. The Red Queen is gasping, her eyes wide and also fearful. The Mad Hatter's tea cup is crushed at his feet from dropping it. He has fallen to the ground and is crawling backwards. Mary-Alice smiled wickedly, her eyes the color of blood. Her smile is pure evil, fangs halfway drawn to her chin. They drip with blood as she holds the white rabbit in her right hand, it's throat slit open, his blood covering her face, it's watch forgotten on the ground. Mary changes places and she leans forward closer, letting the poor creature's blood coat her tongue finely. She drops the animal and smiles sadistically. She crouches low, baring her teeth, her fangs. She laughs and pounces on the Hatter. He yells as she latches herself onto his neck, piercing two little neat holes into a major artery. Her eyes grow a bright red as she sucks the blood and when she finishes she wipes her face and licks her hands, letting the Hatter drop carelessly.

I yelped, the vision was clear and distinct it my mind. I slammed my book shut, fearing for my life. It's ridiculous, just my active imagination. But I replayed the scene in my head and think she will come for me.

Angela looked at me, deeply concerned. "Bella. Are you alright?"

I nodded and smiled nervously. "Just...thinking."

Jessica giggled. "How could you possibly be thinking?"

"Not everyone can have the IQ of a fish, Jess," Mike laughed.

Jessica scowled at him and not-so-discreetly covered her hand and pointed behind me, mouthing for me to turn around.

I looked at the table sitting near us and saw Edward Cullen staring at me. He flashed a grin and motioned for me to come closer.

Lauren smiled back at him, but then noticed he was looking at me. "You?" Lauren demanded. "He wants to see you?"

I nodded, "I suppose so." I glanced quickly at Alice, foolishly thinking she would have sprouted fangs and sucking on Jasper's blood. But it's day time. Do vampires not perish in the slightest light of the day? She was not ash. Even if she was a vampire, I internally laughed, that does not mean she was Mary.

I got up and brought my apple and sketchbook to Edward's new table. People stared and I ignored them. I set my book on the table and smiled hesitantly at Edward. "Hello."

He grinned back at me widely, flashing beautiful white teeth. He toned it down a bit, almost looking angry at himself. "Hello." he greeted back.

I motion towards the table, "What is all this for?"

He shrugged. "I just thought that I would really like to get to know you better."

"I am glad you think so," I said. I look over at the Cullen table, Rosalie is sending icy daggers at me, and Jasper is glaring at Edward. Alice smiled beautifully at me when I catch her eye and Emmett's eyes are darting back and forth between the two of us. "It seems the Hale twins are quite angry at us." I blush at their stares and Edward stiffens just the slightest, not noticeable with human eyes.

He waved a hand. "They do not bother me."

I shiver. "It is like they are trying to murder me with their eyes," I laugh, "Good thing that is not possible, or I would be six feet under."

"And I'd be on the run with my brothers and sisters," Edward joked. His eyes are locked on the leather cover of my book. "May I?"

I nodded and nibbled on the apple, wincing at the sour juice.

He flips through it and stops on the second page. "Who...Who is this girl?" he asked quietly.

I tilt my head. There were many drawings of women in my sketchbook. "Who?"

He flipped the book towards me and I freeze. Mary-Alice is resting against a chair. Her beautiful long hair is plaited and set to the side. She fingered the end of the braid and is staring aimlessly out the window. A colorless light flashed in the window and she smiled just the tiniest smile.

"I..." It would be easier to explain if she was not dressed in a beautiful timely dress. How was I supposed to say that it was my sister? My sister who died roughly three hundred years ago. My sister who looked exactly like his sister.

"Is that Alice?" he asked quietly. Alice's head snaps up and so does her siblings'.

"N-No!" I stuttered. I try to take back the book but he has a strong hold.

"Who is it then?" He gripped the book tighter and I almost use my magic on him. I could kill him easily. I could combust his brain, set him on fire, break every single bone in his body.

"It's no one!" I snap.

He glared at me. Why did he want to know? I could easily say it was Alice, and I drew her in an old setting. But that ship has sailed. He would want to know why I had lied. "Who?"

"It's my sister!" I yelled and then gasped. He slowly let go of the book and I grabbed it swiftly.

"Your...sister?" he questioned.

"I-I." I do not know what to say.

"Who are you?" Edward asked. He looked back at Alice and then me. I wish I could read his mind. What is he thinking?

I hold the book close to my heart and look at Alice. Suddenly her hair grew longer, and her eyes slowly shifted to a beautiful liquid brown. Her clothes twisted and bunched into the dress she died in. I stare at her and know that she is my sister. I do not know how she is alive, but I want to weep. I closed my eyes and concentrated, I grasped all of the students minds and erased what had just happened.

I opened my eyes and glance down to see my book clutched to my chest. What had happened? I look up at Edward to see him just as confused. I smile hesitantly. "Hello." I set my book aside and grasped my apple.

He grinned easily. "Hello."

OH MY GOSH! WHAT JUST HAPPENED? Wanna know? Okay, so, frankly, I wanted drama. Bella is so strong that sense she wasn't careful, and she was so worried and scared, she basically just wiped her mind. :) There. That simple.

And why was James speaking so much Spanish? Oh, I don't know, possibly because I take Spanish and when I thought of cantante I was like, no way. Cantante = singer. Concierto = Concert. La Gira = tour. And why am I listing off my vocabulary list to you?

I hope you liked it. I had much fun writing the memory. Ahem, Alice doesn't 'member that memory. Her brain has blocked the terrific accident...and everything before that. All she remembers, ahem, is the abyss.

Thanks to my beta: Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell.

Aaaand I hope you guys like it. Improvements, suggestions, comments? Click that review button below. :D

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P.S. For people who were wondering, as I said above: Mi cantane = my singer. Bruja = Witch. Cariño = darling. Vampiro = Vampire.

P.S.S. I totally sorta a lil' bit stole the weakness thing from Vampire Diaries. Vervain is actually a herb or something and what I chose was a flower, but I hope you're not mad! They had to have some weakness.