Alice's POV:
My whole life had consisted of a matter of months. Through those months I had learned to control most of the hunger. I had learned what to do to avoid humans, and how to be sociable with nearby vampires. I could control the thirsts and hungers my body coursed with. I knew how to filter out the acute hearing and superior senses. I was prepared for visions at any given moment. I wasn't prepared to see what future was held inside my latest vision.
I was walking down the street to my favorite shop. Rustic and old, in the early 1900's, it had the most simplistic fashions. I went in and withstood the burn my throat created. I only did this to satisfy the dire need I felt for fashion. Designing it, wearing it, choosing it… Everything about it was perfectly editorial and stylish. Just the right amount of serious, fun, and passion I lived my life with.
"Here to drop off those new business styles for us, Alice?"
"Yeah, I spent some serious time on these. They will be absolutely beautiful on these racks. Where should I put them?" Still little dazed from all the hearts thudding in the room, I was suddenly glad I had just eaten. I tried to only do it when it was necessary to go into town, I hated killing those poor humans.
"I'll take them," the secretary held out her hand as if I was simply another girl who busied her life too much. Like my fashions would grace her. I mean who wears white stockings over olive toned skin? Especially not with a black knee-length! I scanned the room for my usual secretary who always had me watch her post so she could take them in to the lock-room right away. But as I became suddenly aware that I was leaving the woman hanging in midair, I remembered my brain could process faster than the speed of light.
"I'll take them into the lock-room tomorrow. Can you book me an appointment?" I took extra care to seem polite and friendly, despite my inner anxiety.
"Hmph! 9:15 AM. Sharp!" The assistant seemed to dismiss me, but I was glad to escape her presence.
I walked until I was out of town, before breaking into the run. I was just at my little private cottage when my vision burst. But I couldn't just stand up and daze out like usual, I was sitting and completely absorbed. The vision had paralyzed every inch of my body. But the immobility only pushed me to better understand what I was about to be shown. With a little focus, it was so clear as if I were right in the room. But as I began to make sense of the sight, I was pushed into a blackness, a black much deeper than any experienced by my weak mind before.