This is Alice's life before and after she becomes a vampire, all the way up to when she meets Jasper. I don't care if it's accurate or not, I just did this for fun.
Alice's POV:
Slowly, I stuck my finger into the creek, feeling around for the little frogs. One jumped onto my hand and let out a guttural ribbbittt. My fingers caressed its bumpy back; it was all slimy. I carefully leaned back and sat on the banks of the creek. My home was only a couple meters away from Creek Biloxi, so I'd come to call it; I could even see my house from here. Why had I come to call it Creek Biloxi? It was dead centre in my hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi.
"Hello there." I smiled at the little frog.
Ribbbittt, it responded.
"Talking to frogs are you, Mary?" a voice laughed.
I looked up to see Tommy Brown, a boy who lived down the road. He was awfully rude to me and my sister. I don't think I've ever seen an instance where he wasn't being a jerk. He pushed his long brown hair out of his face to reveal his green eyes; Tommy had always been handsome, one of the most handsome boys in the whole town, but I'd always been a sucker for blondes.
"Don't tease me." I frowned, pushing my waist length black hair out of my face too.
"It's not my fault you're a freak." He sighed.
"I'm not a freak!" I stood up.
"Well, what's your definition of freak?" He chuckled.
"You." I replied, sweet and short.
"I don't talk to frogs." He defended himself. "And I don't see the future. And I don't lie 'bout seeing the future either."
"How dare you call me a liar!" I shouted, putting the frog back into the water.
"If you're not a liar, is everybody supposed to think that you're actually a soothsayer?" He laughed.
"I've seen it." I whimpered. "I have. I know what's going to happen."
"Fine then." He stepped closer. "Tell my future. Right now."
"It doesn't happen that way. I can't chose when to see, it just happens." I explained.
"Ugh, you're hopeless." He snickered. "You know, you're kinda cute. I was gonna take you across the bridge with me tonight, but now I don't think I want to go with a lunatic."
"You're going across the bridge?" I wondered, standing up straighter.
"We're going to the barn tonight, me and some of my friends." he told me, leaning against a tree. "My older brother, Christopher, invited us over. It should be real fun."
"Oh, well, I wouldn't have wanted to go anyway." I tried sounding confident. I was such a liar – of course I wanted to go with him.
"Well, I would've wanted to take you." He looked away from me.
"You should leave." I frowned.
"Why?" He wondered.
"To get ready." I wiped the dirt off of my skirt. "Don't you guys leave at sundown to cross the bridge?"
"Yeah." He raised an eyebrow. "How did you know that?"
"You're not exactly sly and silent. You're easy to hear and see from my front porch."
"So you're watching us?" He smirked.
"No." I explained. "You're just crossing my line of vision."
"MARY!" My mother shouted.
"I'm coming!" I yelled back.
"Alright, well, have fun, kid." He laughed. "And if you see anything on me in one of your 'visions', let me know, ok?"
"Humph." I turned to walk away.
"MARY ALICE BRANDON!" my mother yelled again.
"I'M COMING!" I repeated.
"Buh-bye, Mary." Tommy winked.
"Goodbye." I began to walk away, trying not to seem too eager to get away from him.
As I turned my back to him, I could hear him chuckling to himself. I realize I was different, I didn't think I was crazy. Was I crazy? Maybe I was. If I saw somebody that said they could see the future, I would think they were insane. I probably was insane in everybody else's eyes; I was the freak, the freak who was a fortune-teller. Maybe it if I learned to master it, it wouldn't be so much of curse anymore … maybe it would be a gift. As I pondered all this over, I didn't even notice my little sister Cynthia walk by, with her chin held high and a proud smile on her face. She was normal. Why couldn't I be like her?
Before I knew it, here came another vision, the same way all the others had come before it. An image passed before my eyes, like some kind of video.
"C'mon you sissies!" A male's voice yelled.
"We can't cross the bridge, Tommy. My folks said it wasn't safe." another boy said.
"Yeah, man." someone else said. "If you wanna risk your life, go ahead."
"You guys are such wimps." The voice I recognized as Tommy's.
"I wouldn't go across there, Tommy." a girl's voice whimpered.
"Aww, shut up. You don't know anything." Tommy put one foot forward. "See! Nothing's happening. Boohoo, I'm scared!" He mocked everyone else.
I suddenly saw a Tommy step closer to the river, much larger than Creek Biloxi.
"Maybe we should just go home!" Another boy's voice yelled.
"The barn is right over there." Tommy shouted. "Let's just go, alright?" I heard a distant barking. Probably just a farm dog.
Tommy stepped closer to the rushing river and then …… the image in my mind went black.
"Mary!" My mother hovered over me. "Are you alright?"
"What?" I breathed.
"You just kind of froze and then fell over." Cynthia frowned.
"I'm fine." I frowned. Then I paused. "But Tommy won't be."
"Tommy Brown?" Cynthia looked up at our mother than back at me.
"He's going to drown in the river." I muttered.
"Ugh, not again with these visions." My mother groaned, and then picked me up off the ground. "You are going to stay in bed, Mary Alice. And you are not allowed to leave this house until all this vision crap is over."
"But I have to tell Tommy what's going to happen." I frowned.
"You will do no such thing." she sighed, walking up the front steps and through the front door.
"I need to save him!" I shouted.
"Don't raise your voice with me!" my mother scolded. "Now you go up to your room, and you stay there!"
I slowly trudged up to my room. I wasn't crazy! Tommy Brown's life was about to end and I needed to stop it! … But why would I? Wasn't Tommy just criticizing me, teasing me, calling me a freak? I shouldn't be responsible for him and I shouldn't have to save him. If he did die, that wasn't my problem, it was his. I would stay up here for as long as it took, and besides, maybe my vision was wrong. Maybe there was a glitch in the future-seeing part of my brain or whatever. Hopefully, I was wrong.
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I was laying bed around 8:00 PM that night. I knew that Tommy and his friends would be heading for the bridge by now. I'd been thinking for hours how he would drown; why didn't he just cross the bridge? Was the bridge not there? Or was Tommy just being stupid? Whatever the reason, Tommy Brown would probably die in a couple of minutes … and I would have a front row seat from my bedroom window. I could watch the water crash over his head, as his hands would flail above the water, trying to find something to hold onto.
It was a pretty horrendous thing to think about, and it was my entire fault that it would happen. I knew of his death, and I was unable to do anything about it …. But nobody knew that I'd seen him die before it actually happened; my mother and sister had a vague idea of what I was trying to say, but they didn't know I wanted to put a stop to it. So it wasn't my fault, it was all Tommy's. No one had to know I knew.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK a loud noise broke my concentration.
It wasn't on my door, but on the front door downstairs. I creaked open my bedroom door and looked down the steps.
"Good evening, ma'am." An adult male said.
"Good evening, Mr. Parker." My mother responded. Mr. Parker worked down at the Biloxi Police Office. "Is everything alright?"
"I'm just going around telling every family not to use the Campton Bridge." Mr. Parker explained. "A Model T crossed it the other day and the driver reported that it felt unstable."
"Oh, well, thank you for the warning." my mother sighed. "I was actually going to head towards the shopping center tomorrow on that bridge. Now I'm not so sure I want to go."
"Well, some builders are going to take a look and are considering alleviating it." Mr. Parker reassured my mother. "But for now, it's best everyone steers clear of the bridge."
"Of course, Mr. Parker." my mother agreed.
"Have a pleasant night, Ms. Brandon." Mr. Parker said politely.
"Good night." My mother acknowledged.
The bridge was unsafe? That was probably why Tommy wanted to cross it. He was being stupid. I slowly walked back to sit on my bed, positive now that Tommy was sure to drown. There was no glitch in my brain; Tommy was sure to die to tonight and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
"C'mon you sissies!" A voice shouted obnoxiously.
I ran to the window and looked down at the bridge. And there was Tommy, accompanied by about five of his friends all with their girlfriends. Tommy was the only one without a girl, and he was the only one by the edge of the river.
"We can't cross the bridge, Tommy. My folks said it wasn't safe." a boy I recognized to be Michael Henderson shouted.
"Yeah, man." someone I didn't recognize said. "If you wanna risk your life, go ahead."
"You guys are such wimps." Tommy laughed.
I didn't care anymore how much I hated Tommy, and how much he teased me. I couldn't let him die. Even though I wouldn't have been the one who killed him, I would've felt like I had. It would've been all my fault. I dashed out of my bedroom and down the steps. My mom yelled for me to stop but I didn't listen. Unable to prevent the tears, I let one roll down my cheek as I ran as fast as I possibly could towards the Campton Bridge. When I pushed past his friends to try to get to Tommy they laughed at me, most likely wondering what the hell I was doing.
"I wouldn't go across there, Tommy." I warned.
"Aww, shut up. You don't know anything." He criticized, stepping forward another step. His foot was now centimeters from the bridge. "See! Nothing's happening. Boohoo, I'm scared!"
"Maybe we should just go home!" Michael protested.
"The barn is right over there! Let's just go, alright?" Tommy frowned. And on cue, the barking of the farm dog could be heard in the distance.
Tommy stepped closer, and the next thing we knew, he was standing on the Campton Bridge. Nothing was happening, nothing was wrong; the bridge didn't creak or waver. It stayed as steady as it always had been. Tommy laughed, "I told you all nothing was going to happen."
He strode across the bridge with ease, unscathed. Maybe Tommy wasn't going to die in the first place. Maybe he would be fine. I took a big sigh of relief … we all did.
"See, Mary Alice Brandon." Tommy sighed. "Nothing was going to happen to me. Hey, maybe since you decided to come, you could come with me to the barn anyway."
"Alright." I smiled widely. I would be Tommy Brown's date? Definitely not what I expected to happen tonight. "Would you escort me?"
"Of course." He grinned. He headed back towards the other side of the bridge, holding out his hand to me.
His smile was priceless, beautiful. In just those few seconds, I began to love everything about him. His eyes, his face, his figure, everything. And now he was sort of … mine. He stopped in the middle, signaling me to come and meet him. I took a step forward, intrigued by him. Before I could put one foot on the bridge, the barking of the farm dog grew louder. Was that a warning? But I ignored it. The barking suddenly got louder and louder, until one of the girls behind me breathed, "Tommy! The dog! The dog's behind you!"
We all turned to look at it, and sure enough there was a creature standing on the other side of the bridge behind Tommy. But it was no dog, this thing had to be a wolf; it was far too big to be a dog. It growled at Tommy, but Tommy showed no fear. He just laughed and turned back to look at me. "C'mon, Mary Alice. Don't be scared." He smiled.
I was about to step closer, but the dog pounced right onto Tommy.
What happened next seemed to happen all in a matter of a few short seconds: Tommy turned, the dog fell onto him, and then BOOM … down came Bridge Campton, Tommy, wolf and all. As the water swallowed Tommy up, the wolf began to howl loudly. Tommy flailed his arms, just as I knew he would, trying to grab a rock to hold onto, but there was nothing to reach. He fell into the river's flow and we couldn't see him anymore.
Tommy had drowned … and it was all my fault.
