Chapter Twenty-One: Alice's Aunt

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AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy with school and been sick but I've made it up with a long chapter. Please read and review at the end.

Marie's POV

I woke up in the living room of the Cullen's house with my brother, Darien, and his family along with Emmett standing over me. They looked worried as I sat up and cringed when put weight on my injured arm. I raised my arm up to see it cleaned and dressed nicely. Emmett was in a different shirt then the one he was wearing when went out to chase Victoria down. I threw my legs off the couch and went to stand up when Carlisle came and pushed my shoulder against the couch.

"You should rest, Marie, after what happened. You need to heal," he told me with worry in his eyes.

"I'll be fine, us witches heal quickly," I said confidently as he sat next to me and began to change the dressing on my wound.

There were four long gashes in my arm which caused Emmett to growl and Darien to hiss when they saw them.

"Calm down, I'll be fine. I need to go talk to wolves though," I said as I stood.

"I have a question though," Alice said, standing next to Jasper who looked upset from all the emotions in the house.

"Yes, Alice?" I asked her.

"Why did you seem so adamant on catching and destroying Victoria today?" she asked.

I looked at her with sad eyes and wished that she could remember but was thankful she couldn't. It wasn't only Victoria I wanted destroyed but James to but it seemed that they had beaten me and Aleya to him.

"If only you could remember, Alice," I whispered sadly and so lowly that I hopped they didn't hear me.

But with their vampire hearing, they had heard me and Alice with me. It was Emmett that spoke next, though.

"She was the one you spoke of when you came to my mom on my fifth birthday? She was why you were crying and saying 'She's gone, I've lost her'?" Emmett asked sadly as he remembered that memory of so long ago.

"Yes, Emmett, Alice was who I was talking about. She was the little girl I always told you about," I explained.

Alice and the family had expressions of sadness and awe. I gazed up at Alice and smiled at her as she came to sit next to me with Jasper right behind her.

"I was in your small little town of Biloxi, Mississippi, when I heard whisper of your unique ability of foresight, Alice. You were five years old and your sister Cynthia wasn't even born yet, not even conceived. Peopled thought it was cute at that age but I was curious. Your mom needed help around the house and so I offered my help. I took care of you, allowed you to dress me, play with my hair and put make-up on me. We played with your dolls and tea set and I kept you safe as you grew up. I help your mother in any way I could from setting the table for dinner to watching you while she ran errands.

"When you were nine, Cynthia was born and your mom need even more help with both of you. Though your father began to notice when you started to voice your visions more and more. He got on to you and told you to stop, saying you were a freak. I hated your father for what he was…scum. He didn't see how gifted you were and among the magical community, you're considered a seer, a gift and necessity. Any magical person would do anything to gain it good or evil, so I did what I could to protect you, including revealing myself to your mother.

"She took the news well and allowed me to stay to protect you. I was the only one that listened to you about your visions because I was the only one that believed you besides your mother. Then one day when you were fifteen, I had to leave for a few days to go visit my sister, Alexis," when I said her name, Emmett's head popped up slightly, gazing at me.

He pointed to himself as if asking a question, and I nodded my head, continuing telling Alice about her past.

"Alexis was having her first child and I wanted to be there for her and her husband. I stayed for about six to seven months to help them make sure they had everything after Emmett was born, then I made my way back to your family. When I got back and was greeted by a young woman who wasn't your mother at your home, I knew something was wrong. I barged into the house and saw Cynthia playing with her doll on the couch instead of you playing with her or doing her make-up. The woman demanded that I leave the house but when Cynthia saw me, she ran to me and asked where I've been. I explained to the woman that I was yours and Cynthia's nanny and that I had a family emergency to attend to and that seeing her instead of Mrs. Brandon frightened me. That's when she told me that your mom had died in an accident and that you had been placed in asylum because you were traumatized from witnessing your mother's death. She also told me she was your father's new wife.

"I became irate, not believing what she said about. That's when your father walked in the door seeing me red faced. I went up to him and gave him a mouth full before going to the asylum you were at. There I ran into the vampire I had met a few hundred years back, Gregory. He was the asylum's grounds keeper. He told me the day that they brought you in and he's been keeping an eye on you. I thanked him for that and started visiting you also. He did in secret whereas I just told them I was your aunt because that's what you called me growing up. I couldn't stand the stuff you went through but I couldn't change it either. It seems with every visit, you remembered less and less except me or the stuff I would tell you about.

"Soon I had to start coming in secret because I was becoming too noticeable about my not aging. Gregory kept me updated on your visions you had and he would test your ability. He told me about how he started to feel very fatherly towards you and we thought since your only family was your sister and might not remember you once she was an adolescent, we should get you out of the asylum. We began planning it and then one day, he came to me with a disturbing vision you had about James coming after you. We planned every way of escape after he pulled out of that asylum.

"Gregory saw no other way then to turn you and I could sense how close James was getting. Every time I tried to set some kind of trap, he seemed to escape it and I learned that it was because of Victoria. I began to fear for your life more than my own life. We found a hiding place and there Gregory turned you and we went out to protect against James. We fought brutally but in the end, I had more scars and lost my dear friend. James went to find you and saw that you were in mid-turn so he didn't bother you. He thought he'd wait until you could put a fight to continue his hunt."

My voice croaked then and I could feel my nose burn as I held back the tears and kept myself from crying. Jasper could tell I was deeply upset and about ready to cry. Alice was astounded by all the stuff I just told her, from when she was a little girl to when she was turned, but I wasn't quite finished yet.

"Right when you were almost through your third day of the change, I had to make a quick run to town to get supplies, but when I returned, you were gone. I searched for you for days and weeks and never found. I became hysterical at one point and never visited my family until Bella found me. She knocked some sense into me and then we traveled on our own for a while.

"I thought maybe if we couldn't be close but at least you could have something to remember me by. I gave you a bracelet with a locket and on one side it had you and your sister and your mother and on the other side was me and you when you were littler. I did that in case I wasn't around and you didn't remember much. I didn't expect you to forget all your memory."

Something in Alice's eyes lit up and she jumped up from next to me and ran upstairs. Before anyone could ask what she was doing, she held out a bracelet to me. She still had it even though she didn't remember who the people were that were in it. I closed her hand around it and then she noticed the crest on it. It was the family crest but it wasn't the "Swan" crest it was "my" family crest. It didn't have any of the last names the family used but it had the Spyros crest on it. It was the original Greek last name the family had but when my parents and uncle came to America, they changed their name. The crest showed that I accepted her as a part of my family.

"Whose crest is on it?" Alice asked me curiously.

Emmett smirked knowing the family's crest very well because he had his own on a belt buckle I had made when I spent time with Jasper's family.

"It's my family's original crest before we split up and took on all these fake last names or got married. All of the family still has this crest and wears it in some form or another, like the one I made Emmett," everyone's heads turned to Emmett and he pulled his shirt up over his belt.

It showed off his shining, silver, oval shaped buckle with the smooth, metal artwork of our family crest etched in it. Emmett apparently kept it pretty cleaned and polished over the years without having to be told by anyone.

"I see you kept up with that well without anyone having to tell you," I commented.

"Well, Ma did for a while until I was old enough to finger out when to clean it myself," Emmett told me smiling.

"That is amazing artwork, who did it?" Esme asked when Emmett took it off and passed it around.

"I did when I stayed with the Whitlocks in Texas," I told her.

"But that was long before Emmett was born," Jasper commented confused.

"I made it for my first born nephew and Emmett was my first born nephew," I explained.

Henry gave a playful pout and whined. I looked at him and he smiled at me shying away from me.

"What are you whining about, Henry? You got a gift, too," I told him.

"Not as cool and as nice as Emmett's," he whined again.

"I made you a family's crest on a dog tag with your name on the back. Are you being ungrateful for my gift?" I asked him.

Vera scolded at him but I just laughed. Emmett just snickered at Henry while he stuck his tongue at Emmett.

"She makes me better stuff because I'm her favorite nephew," Emmett boasted playfully.

"Emmett, don't be boastful and, Henry, he was my first born nephew so I made something special for him. I connected with him in a different way than I did you," I told him.

I looked to Alice and told her, "Open the locket Alice."

Alice opened the locket in the bracelet and pointed to the picture of me and her. It was an old black and white picture but it still looked good as new in the frame. She was around nine years old; she had black braid and was wearing a pink dress with no shoes. I had my hair up in a neat up do with a hat on and a white sundress with a purple ribbon around my waist. I had Alice on my back since I was piggy backing her in the picture her mother had taken that day.

"I remember that day like it was yesterday…" I tell Alice as the memory comes up.

"Carry me around on more time Aunt Marie," little Alice yelled with a smile as I was about to put her down.

"Alright, darling, one more time then how about you can give me a makeover?" I suggested.

"Oh, let's do makeovers now," Alice demanded.

"How about a picture instead, Mary Alice?" Mrs. Brandon asked her with a smile and a camera in hand.

She sets everything up while I hold Alice and pose with her. Mrs. Brandon takes the picture and then hands me the camera knowing I can develop the pictures quicker than professionals. Later on I'm sitting on the couch while Alice is standing in front of me doing my makeup like professional.

"Marie, are you alright?" someone asked me tapping my shoulder?

I looked up to see who tapped my shoulder to see Jasper's concerned face. I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I simply nodded and just told them it was just a memory. I stood up, telling them that I had to leave and go talk to the wolves.

AN: I hope everyone liked this chapter. I put a lot of info into this chapter since I haven't updated lately and I'm very sorry for that. The next chapter will be up sometime this week. I hope you guys still review. Tell me what you think. Thank you very much.