Bella's Babe

82) Memories

Bella/Alice

Rated K.

Hey yah all. I'm still not updating my other stories.😣😯 I tried to write really. But it always end up none.😯😕 So bear this one.

"Mary Alice Brandon." Eighty-nine years, four months, thirteen days, three hours and thirty-four minutes since I had last said that name, had heard it fall upon my ears. I had watched my cellmate, my lover be carried off by that monster and had only seen the fear in her eyes as she was carried off to her doom. When he came for me next, and told me of her death I had begged for the sweet release myself, I desired to join her, you, Mary Alice. He tormented me with life eternal, binding my soul to this coil until the end of all time. I ended him for that, but it was too late? You were dead. He watched the life drain from your eyes. I saw the truth in his words. The glee pouring out of him like some sadistic river of torment.

I have burned alive for you since that moment, I wandered this earth trying to do as you would, and behave as you would have me do, living for the moment. But that is no longer necessary. I took a step forward, unable to control my body's need to be beside you, and watched as confusion and fear filled your eyes. I hesitated. "Mary Alice?"

"That's not my name, you have me mistaken for someone else." She said, shrinking into the tall blonde man beside her. Her golden eyes remained on mine, watching innocently as she lit my pyre once more. This minx, this rat, this echo from another time. I had thought that we were eternal, that our love knew no bounds, that we would never deny one another.

A snarl built up in the back of my throat and the entire coven took a step forward save for my little Alice. "You lied. All those years ago you lied." I snapped at her, my teeth slamming shut with an audible click as I fought the urge to bite and tear. I advanced forward, all of her covenmates gone from my mind. "You promised me Alice, you said we would always find one another. You told me you could never forget." I grabbed her by the throat, barely able to see her through the haze of anger in my mind. I lifted the pixie, just as light as ever. "How could you forget me?!" I roared.

She watched, eyes wide, seemingly mesmerized, like a bird caught in the gaze of a snake, hypnotized by her imminent death. "I-I don't know who you are, I'm s-sorry, I don't remember anything!" She protested, her petite hands resting on my forearm, more for support than to fight.

The softness of her skin, her gentle touch reminded me of who it was I was holding. I gently set her down, the anger gone. I nearly hurt the only thing I ever truly loved. "Forgive me Alice." I murmured, sucking back in the pure darkness that had enveloped us, the only advantage I had against other vampires now that my youthful strength was long gone. As soon as their sight returned, I was tackled by four different vampires, each of them holding me down, the three men and the blonde woman didn't seem to notice that I wasn't struggling.

I felt their hands tear at me and I laid back, if my Alice doesn't remember me, and I could attack her for any reason, then I am no longer worthy of even being on the same plane as her. I will burn in the depths of hell for my loss, and she will never have to peer into my sinful, horrid red eyes ever again. Shearing metal and the discomfort of lost limbs reached my mind at the same time as her sweet voice. "Stop it! Jasper! Rosalie! Enough, she wasn't trying to hurt me. She was just upset. Please, she's not even fighting, just... Just let her go."

My heart ached for the sadness in her voice, and the ache only increased when she lifted my head and her eyes pooled with potential tears as she watched me, "I'm so sorry I don't know who you are. Please, tell me who I was to you?"

I lifted my hand to her cheek, ignoring the litany of growls in my ear, and savored the softness of her flawless skin beneath my fingertips. I traced every place where through should have been a scar, her eyebrow, "This was when you hit your head on your bed during a nightmare." Her cheekbone, "Doctor Irving cut you with his ring when he slapped you," I gave a small smile, "You really shouldn't have called him a sexual deviant in front of the whole staff." I hesitated, these were all memories from another life, perhaps I should just leave and let her be happy without me.