Past and Present

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

Warning: This story will contain DISCIPLINARY SPANKING of a teenage vampire, so if that offends you then DO NOT READ OR FLAME!

A/N: Hello again to all you lovely readers! It's been so long, haha! So sorry this story took me so long, but it just wouldn't stop changing on me. I really only intended for this story to focus on Alice and how she deals with her past, but two other Cullens weren't too keen with that. It'll start out with Alice as the focus before shifting to our favorite cowboy, then dear Daddy C for a moment, and then back to Jasper dearest. Those two blonde hunks just don't know how to share the limelight. Oh well, I really hope you enjoy this guys!

This takes place during New Moon when the Cullens are away from Forks. I can't for the life of me remember where they went, so I'm putting them in Anchorage, Alaska. Also, I will be getting into Alice's past. I will be using Stephanie Meyer's version, but unlike in the book Alice will find out all her tragic history.

Chapter 1: The Build Up

Alice's POV:

High school. Hmph. It should be called purgatory...or hell. Why did I sentence myself to this? I should've just gone the college route like Jasper. Sigh.

Why was I here again? What in the name of all that was good and holy in this world make me think that coming to high school, and coming alone would be such a brilliant idea?

I racked my mind for a plausible reason as I changed into my dreaded PE clothes. Whoever decided fluorescent orange t-shirts with shockingly unattractive turquoise sweats was a good idea needed to have their head checked.

I grimaced at that thought. Head checked. Crazy…

Don't think about that!

But that was the reason I did this though, wasn't it? That was the reason I put myself through this mindless monotony day after day. That was the reason I endured the torture of two-bit wenches like Cassie, I thought vilely as I subtly glared at the girl from across the locker room.

I changed quickly, so quickly I was already heading towards the doors of the locker room before most people had even gotten their lockers opened. As I passed by Cassie and her loyal dog Marian I couldn't help but overhear as Cassie whispered to her friend, "There goes the little freak. God, she is so damn weird!" Marian giggled her agreement, and I just gritted my teeth, exiting the locker room as though I hadn't heard them; because of course, no human would have. Just my damned luck that I was a vampire with stupid supersonic hearing who couldn't do anything against horrid bimbos because a certain stubborn, old vampire doctor wouldn't understand! So damned unfair!

The door slammed so loudly behind me that I heard several shrieks from the girls, two of them being Cassie and Marian. I smirked.

Making the short trek into the gym I let out a sigh before going and sitting on the benches. As I sat, my mind unwittingly began to go to unpleasant places. It seemed that was all my mind was able to focus on anymore. The bad. The depressing. The regret.

Bella, I thought painfully. Oh how I missed you, Bella. How I wished we had never left you or Forks. How I wished my stupid brother would just wise up and go back to you.

He would go back, I reassured myself. I still saw the vision of Bella as a vampire. It was still clear as day despite my idiotic brother's attempts to keep her 'safe'.

I hope you hang in there, little sis, I thought caringly. We all love you and we will return, you'll see. I know it hurts, I've caught small glimpses of your pain, but you will endure and you will be happy someday. Edward will come back to you and so will we, I promise you.

I pushed Bella out of my mind, the thought of her causing me too much pain. I knew she was hurting even without my visions. How could she not? I had seen how much she loved not only Edward, but each and every one of us; and we had completely abandoned her. We had left her alone to fend for herself. My little sister, who invited danger at every turn was all alone while I sat here readying myself to play nicely with the other children.

I grinded my teeth tightly, holding down a hiss. This was all Edward's fault. And Dad's! Edward was being stupid and over reactive, but at least he had somewhat of an excuse. This was his first time in love, and it happened to be with a human whose blood sang to him. Also, despite all his years Edward was still a 17 year old boy who tended quite often to act as all teenagers did, without thought.

What was Dad's excuse? Why in the hell did he agree to leave Forks? He knows…He knows that Bella is Edward's mate! He knows that Edward will never be able to stay away from her. So why leave? Why not just let lover boy do his noble thing and leave? Why take all of us? I thought he loved Bella like a daughter, but this sure didn't seem like it! Didn't he realize what this would do to Bella? A couple is two people, two! So if Edward is suffering, wouldn't it be safe to assume that Bella is suffering as well?

And at least Edward had all of us, despite his decision to abandon us all to go play the hero. Who did Bella have? Who could she turn to for comfort? Nobody, that's who! She had no one who could truly understand what she went through. Bella was alone and Carlisle had allowed this to happen! Some dad, I thought viciously.

I felt a twinge of guilt at my thoughts, but roughly pushed them away.

I had a right to be angry! Dads shouldn't abandon their kids. They shouldn't leave them alone.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. A cold, unsettling feeling entered my chest, and it suddenly felt hollow.

I wished Jasper was—No, it was best that he was at college. If he were here he would just be worrying himself to death, especially since I didn't plan on telling him what was bothering me. He was the reason I chose to isolate myself to this hell hole. I couldn't stand his worried looks and concerned words. I couldn't stand causing him pain. I didn't want to talk about it. He wouldn't understand.

I wished Emmett and Rosalie hadn't left. If they were here I wouldn't feel so horrible. They'd give me my space, and I would no longer be alone. Our family wouldn't feel so broken.

Anger built up in me at this thought, and I suddenly found myself feeling quite resentful towards them as well. Why did they have to leave? We're their family! They should be here when we need them the most! But like Edward, they abandoned us at the first sign of trouble. Who does that?

I seethed silently, cursing Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, and Carlisle for the situation I was in.

I noticed children beginning to arrive in droves, and I stood up. No need for them to see me in such a vulnerable state. It didn't take much longer for Ms. Stevenson to come out and order us all to line up for warm ups. I sighed heavily, once more questioning my decision to come to high school.

So I came to just escape Jasper's incessant nagging? Yes, and the droll drivel would give me plenty of time to sort through my thoughts…

How's that been working?

Um…not too well. Avoidance seems to be the name of the game.

What are you avoiding?

"Cullen!" I heard Ms. Stevenson call, and I blinked a few times before staring at her, noticing right away that I was the only one not in the push up position. Oops. "Quit day dreaming Ms. Cullen, and get on the ground like the rest of your classmates or I'll have you doing pushups the rest of class."

"Sorry Ms. Stevenson," I replied before doing as told. I heard the snickers of several of the kids, Cassie's the most notable.

"Jeez, she's so damn loopy," Cassie muttered, and I flinched. There were several muffled laughs from those near her, but Ms. Stevenson had not heard. I closed my eyes briefly and inhaled a deep breath. Calm Alice, calm, I told myself. Don't let that little twat get to you. Her comments mean nothing. They cannot hurt you.

But they do! Oh my god, but they really do hurt.

My breathing became a little more unsteady, which went unnoticed as most everyone was out of breath by the end of our warm up. Ms. Stevenson began splitting us up into teams at this point, and I barely refrained from yelling when I ended up on Cassie's team. She gave me a mean look before chatting up the boys on our team. I glumly followed them all when we headed towards the farthest end of the courts. We were playing volleyball, and I almost walked out of the gym when I saw Marian, Cassie's best friend on the other team. The two girls immediately rushed to each other and began talking as the boys began to play. I stood at a far corner, pretending to be waiting for the ball to come my way; however, I had no real intent on actually playing. My mind was too focused on more important matters than this ridiculous game.

'Loopy' she'd called me. She had no idea. According to my medical papers I had been—was—no, had been certifiably insane. Wonder what they'd say to that, I thought darkly.

Insane. Me. My stomach clenched tightly, my thoughts unfortunately turning in a direction I had managed to avoid for weeks.

My siblings had often joked about how crazy I was. They had no idea how true they were.

Sigh.

Why did I go? Why did I feel the need to search into my past? I had obviously lost my memories for a reason, so why couldn't I just let them stay lost? Why?

Because I wanted to have a past like everybody else in the family. I wanted to know who I was and where I came from. I wanted an identity! I knew when I started the search that I might not like what I found, but…All my family had trauma in their pasts. They had all suffered, but they had also persevered. They were wiser and stronger because of what they had endured and conquered. They could all look back on their memories as a point of reference, but what about me? They remembered what it felt like to be human, and what it meant to be human. What about me though?

The few times I'd mentioned missing my memories, my family had commented off-handedly that I was lucky to not remember. They all mentioned that I probably didn't want to remember. I hadn't been able to understand that, so when I'd been given my first clue, courtesy of James I grasped onto it like a life line.

James had said I'd been in an asylum and that a vampire doctor had changed me out of pity. I hadn't really known what to think when I'd seen that video and heard those words.

So I was crazy, I had remembered thinking. No one had allowed me to think that though. The family had all assured me that I'd probably had visions as a human, and because people misunderstood my gift I had been put in a hospital. I remembered wondering what my human family had thought before deciding that I must not have had a family. Surely they wouldn't have allowed me to be taken away if they had been alive.

Due to all the drama with James and Bella I had put this little tidbit in the back of my mind. I had spent the summer getting to know my new sister and just enjoying spending time with my family. However, after we had left and come to Alaska, the urge to learn about my past came back stronger than ever. I couldn't stand being around my depressed brother. I couldn't stand being around Dad when I was so angry at his decision, and I couldn't stand being around Rosalie who acted as though we were all ridiculous to be so upset. She said us leaving Bella was the best decision for all of us. I had nearly attacked her, and it was only Jasper's tight hold and calming influence that had kept me from wiping that self righteous look off her face.

Jasper of course had decided to join me. We had informed our parents, who were unhappy at our departure but also understanding. Dad had been real reluctant to let us go, but I hadn't cared…

…"Alice," Dad spoke, "are you sure this is what you want?"

"Of course it is!" I responded hotly. "Why wouldn't I want to know about my past?"

Carlisle had his arms crossed and he stroked his chin as he pierced me with his gaze. He looked conflicted, and I realized what was happening.

"You don't want me to go?" I gasped out in shock, and he grimaced before disagreeing.

"It's not that I don't want you to know your past, it's just that I don't believe you are quite ready," he stated, but I didn't understand what he was getting at.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

"I mean that you might not be prepared to handle what you find out. Angel, listen, you were in an asylum and I know what those were like"—

I cut him off at this point, not wanting to hear his concerns. I felt angry that he was trying to keep me from going. Didn't he understand how much I wanted this? Didn't he understand how much I needed this? Of course he didn't! He had a past. He had his memories. He thought, like always that he knew best. Well, no siree, I wasn't going to allow the great Carlisle Cullen to stop me from doing this.

"Look Dad," I stated in forced calm, "I'm going to do this. I can't stand not knowing, and if I don't go I will always be left wondering. Maybe I won't like what I find, but I'll deal with it if that happens. Besides, I'm not going to be alone. Jasper is coming with me."

Dad stared at me with an unreadable look for several minutes before he let out a small sigh, running a hand through my short hair as he nodded. "Good luck Alice, and I hope you find what you are looking for. Please don't hesitate to call for any reason. Your mother and I will always be here for you."

My anger diminished a good amount at his genuine concern, and I wrapped my arms around him…

…Dad had been right, of course. I hadn't been prepared for what I found out. I hadn't been prepared at all.

I shuddered and absentmindedly rubbed a hand up and down my left arm.

I thought I'd known the worst going in. I thought it couldn't get any worse than having been institutionalized…but I was wrong, so very wrong…

…My search began and Jasper and I were quickly led to Biloxi, Mississippi. There was no asylum or former asylum in the town so we went to the local library and searched through old newspapers and records on microfilm for any kind of clue about my human life. The first shock came when I found an article mentioning my death. It stated simply that I had apparently died in June of 1920 from Typhoid. I was completely bewildered by that, but then I noticed that the article mentioned me being survived by my father, stepmother and younger sister, Cynthia. I felt some excitement at the thought of having had a family, but I was mostly confused by my supposed death. James had said I had been institutionalized, but here it said I had died…1920 was the year I was changed though, so if I had been put in an asylum that would've been during the same year...or would it? I didn't understand.

Jasper looked quite upset as he read about my death, and I could see him thinking hard, but when I asked him what he thought of all this he said nothing. He gave me a reassuring grin, telling me that we'd figure this mystery out. Looking through more microfilm we found my parent's marriage certificate and my little sister's marriage certificate. I found an article concerning my mother's death afterwards, and I noted that she died shortly before my supposed death. It didn't state how she'd died though…I then became completely elated when I found a recent article concerning my little sister's daughter, my niece, Mary. She was still alive! It mentioned that she was a well renowned historian who had sought to preserve old landmarks in Biloxi and the surrounding areas and that she had opened a museum here concerning the town's history. I wanted to go see her right away, but Jasper convinced me that it might not be a good idea.

"It might be painful for ya Ali," he spoke softly. "Yer not gonna be able to talk to her so why put yourself through the temptation? Let's just continue trying to find out what happened to ya."

"It's not like she'll recognize me though," I argued. "She doesn't know me at all, and I could just say"—

"Aww darling', ya know better than that," my southern man drawled as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Ya really think there ain't any pictures of ya? And even if there weren't, it'd be mighty fishy that some gal shows up wanting ta know about some lady she ain't never mets family history. I'm sorry, but it ain't a good idea."

I didn't want to agree, but what he said made sense. I would want to talk to her, and that obviously would be a really bad idea. Giving a miserable sigh, I nodded my head in agreement.

It took much longer than I wanted, but we eventually discovered the existence of Haddonfield Asylum, and it was only a county away from here. If I really had been in an asylum then that is where I would've been sent… most likely. I really hoped James had lied, but how else would he have known me, and why tell such a lie?

We reached the asylum in no time flat. It was no longer in operation and looked as if it had been abandoned long ago. Staring up at the decrepit building I felt a wave of fear, abandonment, and misery hit me. I received no memories, but I somehow knew with the utmost certainty that I'd been here before.

"Are you alrigh' Alice?" Jasper asked concernedly as he wrapped an arm around me. Using his gift he soothed away these negative feelings.

"Yeah," I murmured unconvincingly.

"D'ya wanna go inside?" he then asked, and I shuddered before shaking my head negatively.

"No, I don't," I answered, leaning into my husband. "I've been here before Jazz, I know it. We have to find out where the records for this place are." Jasper's gaze remained concerned as he nodded his head at me. He looked at the building in front of us and I saw sadness in his eyes.

"I don't like the thought of ya havin' ever been in a place like this," he remarked distastefully. "I can feel pain and hopelessness just lookin' at it, and I can't help but feel ya would not have led a happy existence here."

I couldn't help but agree, but I said nothing as I led Jasper away. We headed to the local historical society and under the pretense of doing school research (along with good old vampire charm) we were directed towards a dark corner of the basement where there were boxes and boxes of old asylum records. Groans escaped both me and Jazz before we began the arduous task of searching through all the papers.

We'd gone through a few boxes and although we'd found nothing confirming my attendance we were nonetheless disturbed by the reports regarding 'treatment' of patients. Lobotomies, electroshock treatment, teeth pulling, sterilization, isolation, and so on and so forth. It was all very barbaric, and I began to have the beginnings of doubt stir in me.

"Alice," Jasper hesitantly called two hours after we had begun our search, "Are ya sure ya wanna keep looking, love?"

I looked over at him, and he stared straight back at me, genuine worry on his face. "I know how important this all is t'ya darlin', but I don't wanna see ya get hurt, and from what I've gleaned from these papers, well...," he trailed off. "When we started our search ya were sure ya were an orphan because ya didn't feel yer family woulda ever put you in a hospital, but now we know ya did have a family…," he trailed off, pursing his lips as though afraid to continue.

I bit my lip, having already realized that. I'd pushed that disturbing realization to the back of my mind, but now that he brought it up I couldn't help but feel confused and hurt. Why had my family put me here? Had I really been crazy? Had it even been them? Maybe I had been taken away?

Jasper watched me closely as I processed all this. I could tell he wanted me to give up this endeavor. He was disturbed enough already by what had been discovered, and so was I, but I just couldn't stop. "Jazz, I have to continue looking. I can't have come this far only to just stop and go home empty handed. I want answers, can't you understand that?" I questioned, a slight pleading note in my voice.

"Course I can," he replied softly, coming over and sitting by me. "As long as yer sure, I'll be here with ya every step of the way. I can tell yer hopin' for some kind of happy ending to all this though, and I just want you to know that there ain't gonna be one, baby doll."

I glared angrily at him, not at all happy with what he was saying. "You sound just like Dad," I told him through gritted teeth, and his face immediately turned frustrated before turning apologetic.

"I'm sorry Alice," he stated, taking my hands in this. "I'm just really worried about ya, and I don't want ya to be hurt. I'm only tryin' ta be realistic," he attempted to explain but I was having none of it.

"Listen well Jasper Lee," I declared, poking him in the chest, "I'm going to keep searching until I find out every last detail of my life. None of you understand what it's like not to have a past. You all think I'm lucky, but I'm not! I don't care how painful or horrible this past is, I'm going to dig it up and you can help me or leave!"

Jasper's eyes widened as he let go of my hands. A plethora of emotions passed over his face, but he said nothing to me. He let out a sad sigh before turning back towards a stack of boxes in the opposite corner from me. I could feel his hurt, and I felt guilty for having snapped at him, but I also felt I was justified. He was trying to stop me, and I wasn't going to stand for it. I didn't need his overprotectiveness to get in the way.

There was a part of me warning me that perhaps Jasper and Carlisle's concerns were worth listening to, but I refused to listen. Feeling renewed vigor, I attacked the boxes in search of my past. Another hour passed before I struck gold. I found admittance papers for June 1920 and the first folder was marked Mary Alice Brandon. Hmmm, that's the same month as my death. Why is that?

My second thought: Mary? My first name is Mary? No wonder I only remembered Alice I thought in mild amusement. Jasper looked over at me, no doubt having felt my sudden humor and excitement.

"Did ya find something?" he asked, and I nodded my head. He was next to me in less than a second, running his scarred hand over my name. "I didn't know yer first name was Mary," he commented softly.

"Neither did I," I said with a shrug. "I only remembered the name Alice Brandon when I woke to this life. I guess I must've preferred to be called Alice even as a human." Jasper absentmindedly nodded, commenting on the fact that my admittance date was the same as my death date. I told him I'd already noticed this before he then motioned for me to open the folder.

I felt nervous energy flutter through me. Here goes nothing…

… "Hey! Cullen! Freak girl!" I heard Cassie shriek and I immediately zeroed my gaze on her. I really didn't like being called a freak.

"What?!" I snapped angrily, noting that everyone was staring at me.

"It's your turn to serve. You think you can manage, or is that too complicated for your addled brain?" Cassie questioned with a smirk. I heard several laughs as I took the volleyball being held out for me. I glared at Cassie, and imagined myself throwing the ball at her inflated head. She wouldn't be smirking after that, I thought snidely.

"Hit the damn ball!" a boy screamed at me, and I did just that, accidentally hitting the ball too hard and sending it whizzing right by Cassie's brainless head and through the net. Shocked looks were sent my way. Oops, I thought guiltily. The guilt only intensified when the boy who went to retrieve the ball came back with a flat piece of rubber, sporting a bewildered expression.

Oh no, I thought glumly, I flattened the ball. How am I going to explain this? They won't think that's too weird, will they? I mean, this could have happened to anyone, right?

"There must have been something wrong with the ball," I commented offhandedly, shrugging as though this wasn't a big deal.

"And the net…," somebody muttered disbelievingly, and I just shrugged again, giving them all looks as though I couldn't understand why they were making such a fuss.

The boy holding the ball, Chris, stared at me for a few seconds before he just shook his head. "Weird," he muttered, but he said nothing more as he went to get another ball. I turned towards the rest of my classmates to see the shocked looks slowly disappearing. From their mutters I gathered they all felt that there had to have already been a hole in the ball, and that I couldn't possibly have popped it.. They also seemed to disregard how I'd ripped the net, dismissing it as some weird fluke or cheap materials. I relaxed when I realized I hadn't done anything too odd.

Chris returned quickly and the game was just resuming when I noticed an angry Cassie storming towards me. What now, I thought grimly.

"You tried to hit me with that ball, didn't you, Cullen?" she demanded angrily, and I couldn't help but smirk softly.

"Of course I didn't," I replied innocently. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you're a bi*ch whose jealous of me!" she snapped. I laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of her statement.

"Please, you have nothing worth being jealous over," I told her in amusement, noting with an inaudible groan as Marian came over to defend her friend.

"Don't deny it," Marian sneered, giving me a look of disgust that caused me to bristle. Cassie smiled at her before adding, "You're a total freak Cullen, you must know that. You have no friends whatsoever, and who would want to befriend you? I mean it's clear that you're just not all there seeing how often you just space out."

"Shut up," I spoke through gritted teeth, sudden fury coursing through me. "I am not a freak, and I am not crazy. And if having friends means being nice with people like you, then no thanks, I'd rather be alone." How dare this vile girl say that to me. How dare she call me crazy! She knew nothing, absolutely nothing about me!

"Struck a chord, have we?" Marian responded, her and Cassie's eyes lighting up with malicious intent as they both shared a laugh.

"So I heard you're a foster kid, Alice," Cassie spat, saying my name as though it were some kind of curse word. I remained silent, giving her a stony look. "Your birth parents obviously didn't want you, and who can blame them. Who would want a crazy freak for a daughter anyways?"

She and Marian began to laugh once more, and I began to shake from sheer anger. My fists were clenched tightly and my mouth clenched tightly shut. I gave both of them a dangerous glare, but only Marian seemed to notice for the amusement began to leave her face, her heartbeat picking up in pace.

"Stop talking now," I managed to choke out, but Cassie completely ignored my words. She looked right at me, and while I could tell I had made her nervous, she obviously had no sense of self preservation for she only glared right back at me. Marian on the other hand was now trying to get her friend to shut up for she subconsciously recognized the danger they were in.

"Look at you!" she shrieked jubilantly. "I'm right, aren't I?" she laughed. "Your family did get rid of you, and I bet it's only a matter of time before your foster family reacts the same way." Her words, spoken so carelessly tore through me more than she could ever know. My human family had abandoned me, and that thought hurt me terribly.

"Maybe you can have your doctor daddy take a look at your head while you're at it, too," Cassie continued, obviously enjoying the state she was putting me in. "I'm sure he could give you some drugs that might be able to help you, or maybe he can get you into a special hospital for peo"—but she didn't get to finish her sentence because I snapped, loudly yelling out "SHUT UP!" before slapping her across the face.

"Ah!" she screamed out in pain, falling to the floor from the force of the blow. With great effort I managed to hold back a ferocious growl as I glared down at her quivering form. There were tears falling down her face as she clutched the side of her face. Already I could see the beginnings of a bruise forming, and I felt great satisfaction.

"YOU CRAZY FREAK!" she roared angrily as Marian helped her to her feet. By this time we had the entire gym's attention, but I didn't care because the next words out of this witless girl's mouth made me see red.

"You belong in a mad house! You're nothing but a freak, not fit to be amongst us normal people!" she snapped cruelly, and I could not stop the growl that escaped my lips as I once more raised my hand and gave the girl another vicious slap to the face. I froze momentarily when I heard a loud crack, only to immediately relax upon hearing the loud wail of pain. If she could still scream then she was still alive, I thought emotionlessly. The stupid girl was on the floor again, clutching her jaw, a look of agony on her face as she sobbed. I could tell it was broken, but I felt absolutely no remorse as I watched her.

There was screaming and yelling at this point, and Ms. Stevenson appeared, staring between Cassie and I with a look of utter shock on her face.

"What happened?" she demanded sharply as she tried to assess Cassie's wounds.

"This is Cullen's fault!" Marian shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at me. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to soothe her friend. "She attacked Cassie for no reason, I saw the whole thing!"

Some of the other kids began to speak up, corroborating Marian's story and throwing me dark looks. I returned them full force, smirking when I saw all of them look away from me.

Ms. Stevenson looked at me with disappointment and incredulity. "Is this true, Alice?" she questioned, and I just gave a single nod, crossing my arms over my chest as I gave her an indifferent look. I saw anger flash across the teacher's face at my lack of remorse.

"Marian and Sheryl, please escort Cassie to the nurse's office," she ordered, murmuring some soothing words to that useless cow as she continued to sob. The three girls began to make their way as Ms. Stevenson turned toward me. Her expression was very severe as she sternly said, "You and I are going to pay the principal a visit, Ms. Cullen."

I said nothing before just turning and making my way towards the office. I didn't care what she or anyone else thought. I didn't give a damn about being in trouble. Cassie deserved everything she got and more.

Dad and Mom are not going to be happy though, I suddenly thought, and I searched my future, grimacing as I saw the bewildered and disappointed reactions of my parents upon receiving the call from my school. My stomach churned nervously as I knew without visions what punishment would be awaiting me once I arrived home. Fighting in anger was expressly forbidden in this family, and the consequences of breaking that rule were a nice long trip over Carlisle's lap. I bit my lip before convincing myself that I didn't care about that. I wasn't sorry, and I wasn't going to pretend to be either. If Dad wanted to spank me, then so be it, but I wouldn't apologize!

A/N: So Alice has gone over the deep end, hasn't she? The stress of what she's discovered about her past, her anger at Edward and Carlisle for leaving Bella, and the bullying by Cassie just became too much for our normally perky pixie. It'll be a while before this anger leaves though, so prepare for some mighty tantrums in the future.

I've finished the entire story and plan to update once a day. There are a total of 12 chapters.

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