Pour Toute L'eternite

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not me. I don't own the song lyrics (Going Under by Evanescence).

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Someone knocked on her door. "Mary Alice, we have a few guests who want to meet you," a voice from the other side called. "They want to talk to you about your special powers, as you'd like to call them."

A petite girl cowered in the darkest corner of her room. Tears ran down her face, her body shaking with fear. No, this couldn't be them. She had seen them coming in her premonition. She knew they thought she was crazy. They thought she was a lunatic, that she had some mental disease. No. She could see into the future no matter what any one else said. They were coming for her. And she would be caught.

"Miss Brandon, please. If you do not open this door by the time I count to ten, I'm afraid I will have force the door of its hinges," a deeper, more rough voice growled. His fists pounded on the door, further scaring the young woman.

"Please, go away," Mary Alice whispered, her voice faltering. "I don't want to go, I'm not crazy." However, she knew that they wouldn't believe her. Her own mother did not believe her. Instead, her mother shunned her. Mrs. Brandon hated her daughter for being a troubled child. She refused to be in the same room as her.

Mary Alice glanced around the room, desperate to look for an escape. There was a window a few feet away from her... No, that would be foolish. If she attempted to leave through the window, she would plummett to the ground ten feet below her. She would die.

"Alright, I'm coming in!" The deep voice commanded, and Mary Alice saw the door start to crack.

The window didn't seem like a bad idea after all. She did not want to go to some mental institution; she didn't want to be misunderstood. But it was too late for that. Mary Alice No one understood her, that was plain obvious. As the man continued to bang the door, she realized what she would do. The only thing she could do. Run.

The pixi-like girl sprinted to the window, raised it, and swung one leg over. But she was too late. The man had already pounded the door down and his eyes grew wide as he saw Mary Alice. Her other leg was about to swing the other leg over before he started springting to her side.

"No!" He shouted. He stopped, not wanted to harm her.

Knowing it was now or never, Mary Alice swung her other leg over. She glanced at the man who was about to grab her. A few more tears leaked from her eyes and she sniffed. He eyes looked past the man at her sister who was looking with tear-stung eyes as well. 'I'm sorry,' Alice mouthed, before letting go and dropping herself onto the ground.

And then it was black.

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Pain. All over her body. All, all over. Her leg was the worst. Whichever one, she did not know. But it hurt so much that she finally cried out in agony. Her eyes shot open, immediately shutting as the bright light blinded her momentarily. She tried to move her arms, but they were strapped. She attempted to wiggle her torso, the way she did every single day during warmup during ballet as a child. But she could barely move. Although she was afraid to move her legs, Mary Alice realized one thing through the pain: She had been caught.

Minutes, days, hours, weeks may have passed. She didn't know.

Slowly, her eyes opened again, this time adjusting to the harsh lights inside the white room. There was no more pain. Just a dull sore amongst her body. Squinting down, Mary Alice gasped in horror as she realized her whole body was strapped to a long, metal bed. She still couldn't move. But her thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

An inhuman, alluring voice.

Mary Alice gasped as her eyes met the topaz of the beautiful man in front of her. She couldn't breathe. He was so devastatingly gorgeous. Her heart rate beat faster out of shock. Who knew someone could be so stunning? He was so pale, so mysterious, so handome...

He seemed staggered by her attention before clearing his throat. Mary Alice blushed, her eyes looking down knowing he caught her staring at him. It remained quiet for several seconds; there was too much tension in the room. But she prayed that he would speak once more, just so she could hear the musical notes drifting from his mouth.

"Mary Alice Brandon. Pretty name," he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "But a prettier woman," he finished. The young girl blushed insanely now, flattered by his compliment. "But I'm afraid we're going to have to send you to your cell, now," he muttered sadly.

Mary Alice's head whipped up. "What?" She asked, her eyes wide and fearful. "I'm being," she gulped, "contained?" Her voice quivered and fear spasmed throughout her body. She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "Please, anything but this. I will do anything," she begged. Being locked up was a cruel and terrible punishment she did not deserve. She wasn't fanatical, she wasn't a freak. Mary Alice Brandon was a normal girl who had a gift bestowed by some unknown force. She wasn't bad.

"I'm sorry. I'll transport you to your room," he said.

Then Mary Alice burst into tears. She must have looked like a fool, strapped in with buckets full of water washing down her face, but she did not care.

She didn't do anything as he unstrapped her and sat her on a wheelchair. His beauty was no longer obvious. Mary Alice was too drowned in her own sorrows to see that he was leading her through a large open area full of lush grass and flowers. She didn't care that he was leading her through another unfamiliar building filled with doors every three feet from each other.

Eventually the man stopped pushing her. He picked her up, carrying her gently through the door after unlocking it. He set her on her soft plush bed. Mary Alice didn't care. She looked the opposite direction of the strange man and wished with every piece of her heart that he would just leave. Realizing that he had a freedom-of-choice-life angered her. She didn't want to be near someone who locked people up against their will.

He sighed before heading out towards the door. "I'm sorry, Alice." There was truth in his voice. "I really am." But Mary Alice ignored him as she stared blankly ahead of her. The man shut the door, and all light ceased to exist.

Her life was gone. Thrown away. Her family didn't love her anymore. Dancing would no longer be her passion. She would be stuck here in this hell hole, forever. Mary Alice collapsed on her bed and began sobbing once more.

Several hundred yards away, one vampire smirked evilly. He found his next target. And wow, did she smell absolutely delicious.

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AN: I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I will explain it right now seeing that you are all probably really confused.

So basically, I am going to write a story about Alice's story to becoming a vampire, starting from being contained in the asylum she was working in. Then I'm going to go from there and complete the story by Jasper and Alice hopefully falling in love (teehee). So I hope you guys liked the first chapter!

I promise, this story is going to be a good read. Feel free to leave any reviews, criticism or not. I would love to hear some feedback! Thanks :D