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Crimson Wine

When James recognizes Alice in the baseball field, he goes after her instead of Bella. Starts from just before Edward brings Bella home for the first time. Mostly from Alice's POV but it might change. Please review, flames are welcome.


5. Chapter 5

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Alice’s POV

Those words, as simple as they may seem when used in everyday conversation, opened up a floodgate of memories for me. I suppose it was more his voice than the words themselves, but whatever it was, it sent me into the familiar, black oblivion that I was so used to by now. At first, I thought I was having a vision. As the picture became clearer, I saw a young girl. She couldn’t have been more that 15 or 16. The girl was very petite with large, blue-grey eyes and inky black hair styled in a short almost boyish haircut. I took me a moment to realize that the girl was me. A younger, warmer, more fragile me. A human me.

It took another minute before I could focus in on the past me’s surroundings. She was playing with a younger child. Did I have a sister? The past me was laughing and running around the base of a huge oak tree, while trying to avoid tripping over the roots, and chasing the other girl. She looked so happy. I had always assumed that I couldn’t remember my human life because it had been traumatic. I guess I was wrong.

“Cynthia, Alice, time to come in.” The masculine voice of, who I assumed to be, my father called. Was that my sister’s name? Cynthia?

Before I was able to see my father, my vision swirled out of focus. I started a little when the next sight became clear. I was expecting to come out of my trans-like state, and see the baseball field in front of me again; I didn’t. I, well the human version of me, was sitting at, what appeared to be, our kitchen table with a woman who looked to be in her late 40’s. She couldn’t be my mom, could she? She looked too old to be. I knew enough about the 20’s to know that women were wed and had children as soon as possible. There was no way the mother of someone so young could be more than 40. But before I could continue on this train of thought, the human me spoke.

“Mother please!” She complained. So I guess it was my mom. Why did she look so old? “Why do insist upon calling me Mary Alice? You know I hate that name. I much prefer Alice.” My name is Mary Alice? I always thought it was just Alice.

“Mary Alice,” my mother continued, trying to be patient. It was clear that she and human me had this conversation many times already. “It is the name I gave you, it is the name on your birth certificate, it is the name I am going to call you."

“But Dad calls me Alice,” she protested, but her mother just looked annoyed.

“We’re done discussing this.” Her-my-well, I guess it would be our, mother got up and left.

My vision darkened again, and this time I thought for sure I would go back to the present. I was wrong; yet again. Being a psychic, I’m not used to being wrong.

When I was able to see again, I noticed that the human me looked different. She was still a human, that much was obvious, but her cheeks were wet, her eyes were red and puffy, and her tiny frame shook from convulsions. It took me a moment to realize that they were sobs. She was crying.

She was crouched in the corner of a room with her mother looming over her. Her mom was screaming.

“What is wrong with you?” She looked down on her appalled. Was she talking about my visions? I didn’t know I had them in my human life. “You are a devil child!” She glared at her daughter with nothing but distain in her eyes. How could anybody speak to their child that way? I can’t believe my mom was that malevolent. Maybe it was a good thing that I couldn’t remember my human life.

“Sylvia, please. You’re being unreasonable.” I hadn’t even noticed the man standing in the room with them. I recognized his voice, though. He was my father.

“Dad?” Both of my parents turned around, surprised. Neither of them had seen Cynthia come in the room.

“Cynthia, go to bed,” my father instructed.

“What’s wrong with Alice?”

“I said go to bed,” he said a bit more firmly this time. She reluctantly left, throwing one more glance at me.

“We can’t let her get to Cynthia.” My mom said to my dad, her eyes filled with worry for her younger daughter. “I’m taking her away from here.” My dad looked as surprised as I felt.

“Where are you taking her?” He voiced the same question buzzing in my mind.

I didn’t get to hear her response, however. I was being transported in time again. I waited for my vision to become clearer so I could see where I was a little better. When it didn’t, I realized that I was there. The room was so dark I could hardly see anything, despite my heightened senses. There was a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the tiny, gray room. The only furniture was a small cot shoved into one corner. It looked more like a prison cell than a room.

Suddenly, the door opened and the light from the hallway illuminated the room enough for me to see how filthy the walls were. The gray paint was chipped and scratched. There was dirt, blood, and some other unidentifiable substances smeared on them.

“Welcome to your new home,” called a husky voice as the human me got pushed into the room. The door was slammed shut and she was left alone in the dark. Where was I? Is this where my mother said she’d take me? My vision darkened, indicating I was about to change places in time again. Although, it was so dark in the room, it was nearly impossible to tell. When I noticed that my new location was unfamiliar, I started to get nervous. Was I ever going to go back home? What if I get stuck in this endless cycle of visions forever? I wanted to go home. I wanted Jasper to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay. As curious as I was to see where I was going next, I was terrified to know.

I think I was in the same building, but I was out in the hallway this time. I was being carried by a man who was running vampire speed down the hall. I was still a human, though. Did I know about vampires when I was a human? He ran into one of the rooms. As he opened the door, I noticed there was a sign on it. It said “Biloxi Mental Institution” What? I was in an insane asylum. Why? I wasn’t crazy. Suddenly, the realization came to me: my visions. That’s why I was here.

The room the man carried me into looked just like the one I had just been in. He closed the door behind him and placed me on the bed.

“I am so sorry for this Alice, but I can’t let James kill you.” He apologized.

The human me opened her mouth to say something, but he bit down on her neck before she could. It only took a second until a bloodcurdling scream could be heard.

Abruptly, the door opened again and the same man from the baseball field, I think he said his name was James, walked in. “You changed her?” He asked, incredulous.

But before another word could be said, James lunged at the man. It wasn’t an even match; James was obviously stronger and took down his opponent easily. He tore the one who changed me to shreds and took the pieces outside to burn them, leaving the now changing me in the room by myself. I was shocked. I always thought my creator had just left me. He died trying to protect me.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the couch in my living in the house in Forks, Jasper, Carlisle, and Esme standing over me. I didn’t even notice when my vision changed and I didn’t care, I was home. Jasper looked over at me and sighed in relief. “Alice, you’re awake.” He picked me up and put me in his lap.

“Awake?” I questioned. I didn’t know vampires could sleep.

“Yes, you fainted.” Carlisle explained. Fainted? I figured I would just be how I usually am when I have a vision. I just looked up at him confused; then I remembered everything I saw.

“I remember,” I stated simply. It was everyone else’s turn to look confused now.

“What do you mean you remember, dear?” Esme asked kindly.

“I remember everything, being a human, the vampire who changed me.” I quickly relayed everything I saw to them. Esme was horrified to hear about my past, Jasper was just gald I was okay, it’s not normal for vampires to become unconscious, and Carlisle was fascinated that just seeing James could’ve triggered this.

“Where are the others?” I asked, feeling slightly guilty that I just now noticed that they weren’t here.

“They’re still at the field,” Jasper replied. “When you fainted, we brought you back home to make sure you were safe.”

As if on cue, Rosalie and Emmett came barreling through the front door.

“We’ve got a problem.”