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This chapter is more of a fill in chapter, due to my lack of inspiration for ideas to fill in the weeks before the Cullen's attend high school. This chapter also brings a little twist with Alice's feelings and it also hints at a small idea that randomly but thankfully sprouted into my mind. Yeah, I have one idea in mind, but I NEED MORE! Please!

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Chapter Seventeen

Alice's POV

It was dark, so very dark.

Light meant nothing, it was just another word. It was just another name to an unfamiliar concept.

Darkness was the only thing I knew.

Why did Pa put me here?

I wasn't insane. I wasn't crazy. Or was I?

I could barely remember the features to my face. All I got were blurry, disappearing memories. Like a window that slowly fogs up, making the scene on the other side turn into blobs of colour and movement.

Seconds hold no meaning. Neither does minutes, hours, days, weeks, or months. Everything merges together while in the dark.

At first my cell was cold and damp, but my dirty skin was now too numb to recognize those feelings.

The only times I ever felt anything was when the big men came in and gave me my weekly shower or when I was taken to the blindingly bright room with the electric chair.

I always felt the sharp icy cold shots of water hit my skin. I always felt the men roughly scrub down my bare body with cheap scratchy soap that left my skin red. I always felt the cold, tight restraints snap over my wrists, forehead, ankles and waist. I always felt the large electric shocks run from my head to my toes, jolting my body with searing pain.

I could never fully enjoy the numb. My paradise was always taken from me.

Just like my mother and then sister were taken from me, the 'insane' daughter of Joseph and Mary Brandon.

It hurts too much to think about them. It hurts to pretty much think of anything. My heart swelled with the thought of either my mother or sister and my head throbbed with any other thought.

I actually welcomed the strange – and sometimes scary – dreams. They distracted me and shut down the rest of my body.

The dreams are what kept me sane, sane by my standards.

In my dreams, I saw a man, a beautiful angel. His skin was pale, smooth icy white. Silky, dark hair covered his head and lightly dusted his chin and above his upper lip.

He was perfect in every way. But his eyes, his eyes made my hope hesitant. His eyes were blood red, but strangely gentle.

I wished and willed my dreams to come true, like they always did.

My angel would save me from this hell hole.

He would come and help me. He would take me away from here.

But for now I wait.

Time blurred, until one day, after my second shock treatment and daily shower, he came.

Dressed in a white doctor's coat, he was even more beautiful now, silhouetted in the light of the open door.

"Mary?" Even his voice was angel-like.

I raised my head, my voice useless, forgotten.

"My dear," my angel sighed.

My days consisted of his visits; they were the only thing I looked forward to. I never got tired of his voice, though I was never able to utter a word myself, in the beginning.

My angel explained to me that I was special, just like he was. He explained to me that he had a similar gift to mine. He got flashes and images of things, often the future, when he touched objects or people. He told me that he saw an image of me when he touched a sculpture of a tiny dark haired woodland pixie, whatever that was. He told me that when he saw me, he knew he had to do something to find me and save me from this darkness.

I felt special with my angel.

I had luckily found my voice and gained many memories as the days or weeks or months passed. Slowly, I uncovered buried visions and strengthened my gift.

My dark haired savior spent long nights sitting next to me or talking to me. Many times, when he visited, he hid different objects in the pocket of his white coat. He'd have me try and guess what the object was, to test my 'gift' he had said. These tests also brought out a little of my naturally energetic personality.

I still get my daily shock treatments and my weekly ice showers, but with my angel, they seem more bearable.

My angel educated me, especially with things that went on outside and around the world.

Slowly, the calm and comfortable feeling that I always felt around my angel blossomed into something more. I started feeling things; I started assessing my looks – as horrendous as they were – more often. I felt something more than friendship, towards my angel. I didn't really fully understand the feeling but as I became more familiar with it over time, I let my body act upon it.

I waited, patiently, for my cell door to open and my angel to enter. I waited and waited and finally, I heard the grinding of metal on the cement floor.

"Good morning, Mary," my angel greeted, taking a seat next to my small, bony frame.

I pushed a smile and shifted myself closer to him. He wrapped one of his cold arms around my shoulders. My body instantly disliked the too friend-like gesture. I lifted my slouching body into a straighter, and higher, position and leaned forward. Using the dim light coming from the slightly opened door as a guide, I moved forward and touched his smooth marble cold lips with mine.

And with this kiss, I realized what my feelings really were.

I love my angel.

I loved him. And he loved me too. Because of that, he'll find me, he'll be searching. I just had to keep an eye out for him in my visions.

"What do you remember Alice?" asked a deep accented male voice.

I looked up and met the golden gaze of the golden haired Major and Empath, Jasper Whitlock.

After a moment's hesitation, I told him what I remembered. "I remember being in the asylum. I remember the icy showers and torturous shock treatments. I remember them shaving off my hair and forcing me to sleep on a pile of thin blankets. I-I remember-" I shut my mouth, quickly stopping my sentence.

I shouldn't tell Jasper about my angel. He's made his feelings towards me clear and I know of the story of how we met and our life so far. I can't just crush him like this. Not after I just realized that I had an unknown lover.

I can't break his heart.

"Is that all you remember?" Jasper asked, gently.

I nodded, mentally reminding myself not to think of my angel around Edward and his mind reading abilities.

"Progress, that's what we want." He smiled brightly and I could have sworn my dead heart thumped once in my chest.

I gave him a small half smile and stood up. I made my way downstairs, where Carlisle and the others who went hunting, were just entering the living room.

"Alice! I hear that you've remembered some things. That's excellent news," Carlisle commented, smiling.

I smiled back at him and casually covered my thoughts with innocent musings. Edward didn't seem to be concentrating on me anymore, good.

I scanned the room. My gaze innocently washing over, Rosalie and Emmett in the loveseat, watching football it looks like. Carlisle and Jasper standing closest to me, near the stairs. Esme and Renesmee were entering the room from the kitchen, Nessie wrapping her arms around Jacob. Edward and Bella were looking out the back glass wall, watching the sunset disappear below the tops of the trees.

That's when I noticed that every vampire in the room was sparkling, Nessie only partially. It was quite beautiful, seeing uncovered skin throw little points of light across the walls and furniture.

I felt eyes on me and flicked my gaze to where the feeling was and I saw Jasper staring at me in what looked to me like awe.

Thank the good Lord that I didn't tell him about my angel- damn. I turned to see Edward watching me with confusion clear in his eyes.

I bit my lip and called to Edward in my thoughts. Edward, please don't tell Jasper anything! If you want me too, I can show you my memories but please, don't tell Jasper. I don't want to hurt him anymore than I have.

I watched Edward casually look up at the ceiling and then down at the floor. It looked like a head nod, sort of. Tap your right foot on the floor if that was a yes.

Tap.

Thank you, I whispered in my head.

I exhaled and drifted over to the couch.

How long until I can find him?

Jamie's POV

I passed the test!

I can control myself around humans; I think I have super control like Bella. I guess her control didn't come from having prepared her transformation but it may depend on the person.

I have no clue, but I don't really care at the moment.

Raphael was proud of me and I was proud of myself, that's what mattered.

Gold eyes and crappy school, here I come!

I danced into the house, on high spirits.

Raphael was chuckling behind me and Carlisle was smiling as I entered. Guess, Eddie told him of my success.

"I'm so proud of you Jamie," Carlisle praised and gave me a gentle hug.

Well, that was unexpected. All it took was Alice dying and I'm suddenly accepted into the family.

"No, all it took was your change of heart," Edward corrected from across the room.

I shrugged and was caught in a bear hug by Emmett. Yeah, his Barbie of a wife still didn't like me much, but apparently she didn't like Bella much in the beginning either.

Being in this family, I finally had siblings and loving parents and a loving boyfriend/mate. I finally had it all.

I was feeling so good about myself and all that I had that I actually went over to Jasper and gave him a big huge hug.

"Thank you," I mumbled to him.

He smiled, understanding my emotions and probably my train of thought.

But even in my cocoon of happiness and joy, I felt a small pain at the loss of my friends back at the orphanage. I missed Lucy and Ryan and Vanessa and Tara and Pete. I missed the laughs and good times we had and the disgusting food the orphanage serves.

I wonder if I could visit them, just to say goodbye and all.

"I can talk to Carlisle about that if you want Jamie. You've only been here a couple of months and you've shown an excellent performance around humans. It's a possibility." Sometimes, I must admit, Edward's gift comes in handy.

"Thank you," he replied, smirking as he and Carlisle stepped outside to talk about me possibly visiting my friends.

I grinned even larger and hooked my arm through Raphael's, skipping upstairs to our room, greatly happy with myself.

Life just keeps getting better and better!

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