Author: kakes PM
What really happened to Alice when she was little? Why was she in the asylum? Who were her parents? Everything from when she was born to when she met the Cullens. Read & ReviewRated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Alice - Words: 386 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 5 - Published: 11-16-08 - id: 4660076
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I don't believe that we ever found out what Alice's parents real names are so I'm, just going to make them up. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters.
Elizabeth Brandon's POV
"What a pretty baby" I cooed, looking at my new beautiful baby girl.
"What will we name her?" My husband Jonathan asked me. I thought for a moment.
"How about after your mother, Mary. Then my mother Alice. Mary Alice Brandon, I rather like that."
"Then that is it. Mary Alice Brandon." He smiled down at me, and gave me a kiss. "I love you" He whispered.
"I love you too. Would you like to hold her?"
"Yes." I handed her to him, Mary laughed, and Jonathan smiled.
"I think she likes me." He said in a proud manner.
"Of course, you are her father. She knows that we will love her forever." Mary gurgled as I said this, and I laughed.
"She looks like you." Jonathan stated.
"I certainly hope that changes," I joked.
"What a lucky child." Jonathan said. I was so happy, until Mary began to cry. I had forgotten that babies did that. Jonathan had a concerned look on his face. I motioned for him to give me the baby. He did so. I rocked her back and forth.
"Hush my beautiful Mary. Do not cry." I began to sing a lullaby my mother had sung to me when I was little. She was quiet and sucked her knuckle.
"How did you do that?" Jonathan asked.
"I suppose it is my maternal instincts." I smiled.
"Yes, well, thank heaven for those." He laughed. He looked down at Mary lovingly and then his expression changed to scared. I looked down. Mary lay there unmoving with an empty expression. I shook er lightly.
"Mary? Mary!" I yelled. I waved a hand in front of her face.
"What is wrong with her?!" Jonathan asked anxiously.
"I do not know!" I waved my hand faster. Was she blind? Why would my baby not respond? Relief spread over me when her expression became happy again. She giggled, I sighed. What was that?
"Darling? What just happened?" Jonathan asked.
"I… I am not sure." I replied. All I knew is that whatever had happened should never happen again. Ever.