A/N: Sorry this took so long. Life sucks for me right now. Anyway I believe that it's important for you to know the difference between my vamps and the ones in twilight. 1. Half-vamps are the result of an insufficient amount of venom injected into the bloodstream. They are very rare b/c only a small amount is needed to turn completely. 2. Vampire skin is not like steel. It is strong, but they can still get hurt. They heal like the wolves in twilight. This list will probably get longer as the story progresses. I'd also like you to know that this chapter was inspired by a quote.

"Hope is like a bird that senses the dawn and carefully starts
to sing while it is still dark."

-Anonymous

Disclaimer- I don't own twilight.


When I first grasped her burning hand, I felt the power and strength surge though me and overwhelm my senses. Now, I felt the hope and vigor draining rapidly from my body as I watched the fallen angel sleep.

I hadn't really considered Bella's weaknesses before now. I'd only seen her as this invincible weapon when we'd joined forces. I didn't realize that this omnipotent power was really as fragile and naïve as a mere mortal. Watching her dream in the blissful privilege of the innocent showed me that her continued existence was as unstable as a wine glass perched precariously on the edge of a wobbly table.

Though my hopes were quickly diminishing, this weakness only amplified my attraction to this curious creature. I didn't want her to save me anymore; I wanted to save her. There was no way she'd last alone against the evils in this shadow of a world. Though I knew she would insist on attempting to avenge my kingdom, a greater passion formed within me. I would train her, stabilize her, and help her find the place she belonged. I would not allow the Volturi to rip the wings off the world's last butterfly.

She shifted in her bed and a 'v' formed between her tensed eyebrows. When we had given up hunting earlier this evening, I noticed her eyelids begin to droop so we broke in to an abandoned hotel. I regretted her weakness from a lack of blood in her system, so I felt a decent bed was the least I could do. I actually enjoyed watching her sleep. I was only worried that these hours of standstill each day would give the Volturi more advantage to find us.

I heard the faintest mumble escape from her lips. My head snapped up to her, but I could tell she was still sleeping. Shocked and curious as I was, I crept closer to her sleeping form and prayed for her to speak again. I felt dirty and intrusive, but an unintentional window into her mind was far too tempting.

"Edward, don't go…I need you…" Bella mumbled. If my heart could beat, it would have stopped in this moment. She must have been dreaming about my attempt to run from her earlier. Guilt clouded my mind. How must it have felt for the single potential companion in a world you don't remember to run away from you? Especially when her humanity was just stolen from her and she was now living the cursed life of a monster.

As light as a feather, I gently placed my hand over hers as I kneeled next to her bed.

"I need you more," I breathed. I was shocked at the truth of my words. I did need her more. She needed me as a guide, but I needed her as a purpose. She was the only ray of hope I had left; the only world I had left.

I locked myself in that position and prayed for her to speak again. I only got a few mumbled 'no's' and few other incoherent words or phrases. When I was about to give up, I heard a word that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Alice," she whispered. Alice.

I had no idea what Alice she was referring to, or if she would even remember who it was in the morning, but I knew my own Alice and I missed her like the bird misses the dawn.

Alice was my baby sister who, to this day, I prayed lived long enough to speak her first word.

Flashback:

They were but a group of three, but the terror our small town was enduring because of them proved a larger number would only slow them down. The wicked man in front with onyx hair and paper skin grinned as his childlike minions tortured my people. They were a boy and girl both alike in so many ways more than the blood-red eyes and cornflower hair. Bodies dropped in the paralyzing mist that spread from the boy while people screamed in foundationless agony in front of the sneering girl. I spied them from the window of our little house on the edge of town. They moved in a straight line, destroying and torturing anything foolish enough to fall into their path. And unless they made some unlikely turn soon, I knew exactly where they were headed; our home.

"Mom, take Alice and run," I commanded.

"Edward, are you insane?! We're all leaving together!" my father yelled, his face twisted in shock and anger.

"Dad, look at how they are moving! A straight line that leads right to our home. I don't know why, but we are not in the path of their destination, we are their destination."

"Edward, that's crazy! What the hell would those demons want with us? We don't even know who they are," my mother screamed.

"Where else would they be headed? Behind the house is nothing but woods. They're coming here. I don't know why, but they are. I can feel it…" I sighed, staring out the window at the wicked man with his red eyes set on our home. I felt my father's presence behind me. He set a hand on my shoulder and watched the man as well. Then, he let out a defeated sigh.

"Elizabeth…I think Edward is right. Take Alice and sneak out the back door. If you hurry you might make it to Chicago by morning. We'll…meet you there," he choked out, tightening his grip on my shoulder. Somehow I knew we wouldn't.

"Edward…" my mother began to cry and wrapped her arms around my father's neck to sob into his shoulder.

I took this moment as my chance to bid farewell to my baby sister. I hurried into the nursery and found Alice just waking up in her crib and rubbing her teeny eyes. I lifted her up gently and cradled her in my loving arms. She was but a newborn, born prematurely, and she felt so fragile and tiny in my arms. The doctors had already informed us that she'd always be smaller than average. She let out a sleepy yawn and focused on my face before she smiled and giggled lightly. A tear fell from my eye, but I sadly returned her smile all the same.

"Hey there, kiddo," I managed. She was intelligent for one so young, and I could see the anxiety cross her little face when she sensed my sadness.

"It'll be alright…Be good for mommy okay?" She appeared so confused and panicked now that her expression would have made me laugh, or at the very least smile in any other situation.

My parents burst through the door now, a backpack of supplies hanging over my mother's shoulders.

"Son, Mom and Alice need to leave now. We're running out of time," my father spoke hurriedly. I handed Alice into my mother's waiting arms. She missed me though, and leaned over, stretching her chubby arms towards me to grasp fistfuls of air. I didn't want to let her go, but it was my only choice.

I saw a vase of flowers over on the nightstand and picked out the one that reminded me of her; a delicate white snowdrop. It was smaller than the others, but it was the most unique and beautiful of the whole bouquet. It was just like her.

I handed it to Alice and she gripped the stem with all the strength her stubby fingers could muster. I looked straight into her hazel eyes.

"Snowdrops are supposed to be a sign of hope and consolation," I stated monotonously. I knew she had no idea what I was saying, but I hoped the little flower would make her smile again.

I kissed my mother's cheek when we reached the back door and said our goodbyes. We couldn't accept this as a final farewell so we all pretended that it wasn't. The last thing my mother said to me still rings in my ears to this day.

"You know, Edward," she started, "snowdrops are also said to bring good luck."

I wished them all the luck in the world as they disappeared into the black forest.

End of Flashback

"Edward…" Bella yawned, yanking me back to reality. "What's wrong?"

I realized I was panting in tearless sobs from the memory that I had just relived. Bella was fully awake now and concern dominated her features. Luminous moonlight spilled through the window over her and I had never seen anything so beautiful.

"Just…a dream," I lied, "I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

"How can you dream if you don't sleep?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"Bella, who is Alice?" I asked, before I could stop myself. She looked confused.

"I don't know…at least I don't think so. I don't even know who I am, remember?" she joked sadly.

"You talk in your sleep…You mentioned an Alice," I pushed, but from her expression she had obviously forgotten the dream. I didn't matter anyway. She wasn't referring to my Alice. My Alice was one in a million and most likely long dead.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember. Are you sure I said Alice?" Bella questioned, genuinely concerned.

"I believe so. It doesn't matter though. You probably just used to know a girl named Alice." I was trying to shrug it off, but for some reason Bella seemed to be hanging on my every word.

"You think I knew someone named Alice?" she seemed excited.

"Yeah, I guess so." She seemed to dislike my answer. Then I realized I had just revealed something of her hidden past to her.

"Alice…" Bella sighed in praise of the name. Suddenly she frowned.

"Did I mention anything about her? The way she looked, maybe?" Bella asked.

"Sorry, no." Bella seemed to dislike this answer even more. She remained in frustrated silence for a short while before she spoke again.

"So what was your Alice like?"

"How did you know I knew an Alice?"

"It's obvious that the name has greater meaning to you. Who is she?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "Alice is…was my little sister."

"Was? Is she…oh dear. I'm sorry, Edward I didn't realize."

I shook my head. "It's nothing. I mean, she could be alive. I just doubt it is all."

"Why doubt it? Don't believe what you haven't proved." The knife twisted deeper in the wound.

"I can't prove it, Bella. She's better off dead than alive in this world anyway." Not even I could be convinced by such a lie.

"Have you looked for her?" Why couldn't she just drop this?

"I don't even know what she looks like. She was only an infant the last time I saw her. She'd be well into her forties by now," I argued.

"Well, I'm going to find my Alice, and I don't even know if she's human. Hell, I don't know if she even exists. But I know I'm gonna find her. And do you know why? Because I have faith." She stated defiantly, leaving me dumbfounded.

"You're going to look for her?! You'll search forever!" I gasped.

"Well according to you, we live that long." She smiled.

"And you plan to start this, when?"

"Right away, I guess. I'm still going to help you regain your kingdom, but why not search along the way?" It was a rhetorical question, but in my head I listed a million good answers to it.

"What makes you think she wants to be found?" I asked referring to her Alice, but she answering referring to mine.

"Because you're her brother and she loves you," she stated simply. All this time I had never searched for Alice, because I was sure she'd reject the monster I had become. Now, with Bella's words lingering in the air I realized how foolish I had been. She would love me for who I was. Not despise me for what I was.

"What if she doesn't remember me?" I asked. Bella took my hand and locked my gaze.

"Then create new memories with her until she does."


A/N: You'll probably get the second half of the flashback in the next chapter. Review please. Comments, questions, and suggestions are all appreciated. And remember, this story will only continue if someone reads it. So show me you care please!

Thanks for reading!
-Tetra