Alicecullensdaughter Stories

She looked so much like me but her hair was short and her eyes were a strange gold color. That wasn't what shocked me though. What shocked me was that I recognized her. I would never forget her face even though it has been decades since I was a human. It was her. It was- "Oh my god. Mary Alice Brandon?" I whispered softly causing the others to gasp even louder. I knew without confirmation that it was her, that she was my mom. I might have been only three when my mother was sent away to a mental asylum but I would never forget her face. Golden eyes searched my own crimson ones, oblivously confused.