Chapter 14

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***This is 9 pages on microsoft O.o Yeah, that's crazy... Anywho, I am done exams and school in general. So updates will come more frequently. Please comment and/or vote. Stephenie Meyer owns The Twilight Saga, I only own Jamie and Raphael. Enjoy!***

Alice's POV 

Where am I?

Who am I?

Why was I buried?

Why is this strange thing calling me Alice? Am I Alice? Sounds kind of familiar...

The strange - the word came to me, man, this moving thing in front of me is called a man - was still standing there, watching me.

And I was a woman? Yes, I'm a girl, a female, the opposite of male.

This didn't look like... home, there's the word. No, this place is too rainy to be home. I lived in... Mississippi? I think I lived in Biloxi, Mississippi. Yes, and I was born in 1901.

Where's Mum, Pa and Cindy? Who is this strangely attractive blonde man standing in front of me? Why can't I remember?!

"Don't you remember me?" the blonde guy asked quietly, pain rang clear in his deep voice with a hint of a strange accent.

"No, should I?" I frowned.

"Yes, Alice, we've been married for one hundred and thirty-five years."

Married? Mum and Pa were married. I wasn't married though, I would have remembered. I'm only sixteen years old, that's too young to be married.

"Jas-" another voice sounded and then a scream. I crouched down in a defensive stance, hissing.

"Shh, Esme, calm down. Where's Edward?"

"Hunting," the lady whispered, Esme? She had curly hair; it was the colour of toffee, one of my favourite candies. But for some reason the word sounded disgusting. But I like toffee! Her eyes never left my face.

"Can you have Carlisle call him so we can figure out what she remembers?" the blonde man asked.

Esme nodded and ran into the house again. A man and woman appeared outside right after the lady, Esme, went inside.

The man was huge! He had curly brown hair and yellow eyes, just like the blonde and toffee haired lady. The blonde woman beside him had yellow eyes too. The colour was just like the stone Mum had on her gold necklace, topaz? Yes, that sounds right. The blonde girl was pretty, no, more like gorgeous.

"Who are you?" I asked quietly, the man was even bigger than Pa.

"Ali?" the blonde girl asked, her voice questioning.

"Em, Rose, introduce yourselves," the blonde guy said.

"Uh, I'm Emmett," the huge curly hair guy said and waved a bit.

"And I'm Rosalie," the blonde girl spoke up, slowly.

I smiled slightly. "It's nice to meet you."

Emmett grinned; he didn't seem as scary as before.

"Jasper, what exactly is going on?" Rosalie asked, frowning.

"I'm not sure Rose. That's why I need to talk to Carlisle and Edward." Oh, the blonde guy's name was Jasper.

"My goodness," a new voice gasped. Another blonde man appeared outside.

"Carlisle, I think she changed back. But she doesn't remember us."

The man, Carlisle, frowned as he approached me slowly.

"Emmett and Rose, could you go and please ask Esme to call Edward and the others back from their hunting trip?"

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