Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.

~Euripides

Whoever said Disneyland was the happiest place on Earth has never been in your arms.

~Author Unknown

I sat on the soft floor, crying. I hated my parents. They were the ones that sent me to this wretched place. I wasn't crazy. I had visions sometimes, so what? Intense déjà vu, I had tried to convince them, but no.

They became worried one day when I froze up, then started screaming. I had had a vision, of a man with long blonde hair pulled back into a bun at the back of his head, he had red eyes and was after me. What had I done?

I cursed myself, for being so abnormal. I cursed my parents for sending me here. I cursed the whole word, every one that did, had, and will exist. Except for two people. A nice doctor that worked at this asylum, I didn't know his name. And Cynthia, dear, darling Cynthia. My sister.

She was my best friend, my world. And now she was gone, I had been swept away and practically dragged here, taken away from her. She needed me, I was her older sister, I was supposed to be her example, her good influence, her idol. And now I was nothing but a crazy person, locked up in a dark padded cell.

I put my head in my hands, my hair felt so odd. It used to be down to my waist, and now it was incredibly short. They had shaved my head, when I came here, I sobbed the whole time. My hair had grown now, it was a few inches long, I could tell by feeling it, there was no mirror here.

The locked door of my cell swung open. The nice doctor, whose name I didn't know was suddenly standing right in front of me.

"He's after you," he whispered.

"Who?" I croaked, I had not spoken in so long.

But he didn't answer, he bent his lips to my throat and bit my neck.

The pain was excruciating, the worst pain I have ever felt. It felt like fire, running through my veins. The fire moving down quickly from my neck through me, going down to my toes. I was on fire, I was burning and I didn't know what to do. I simply screamed, cried out in pain. I inwardly, silently, cursed the man I thought had been nice, the way he would look through the window of my door and smile at me, I cursed him, I hated him. He caused this pain. He was evil. Whatever the man that was after me would have done, was nothing compared to this I was sure of it.

I laid there in agony, hating the world. Hating everyone, even sweet little Cynthia. The pain was making me even more crazy.

I snapped my mouth shut trying not to scream, my throat was hurting more than everything else, I clamped my teeth, hurting my jaw even more in the effort.

I continued to lie there, writhing in pain, I closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep, at home, I was normal, my parents loving, and I was just having a horrific nightmare.

***

I awoke to cold darkness. Where am I? I silently asked myself. I looked around...was I in an asylum? Who am I? Again, I looked around, something was carved on the padded floor, the script was messy, maybe done by a fingernail. It said Alice. Was that me? Was I Alice? I didn't know, but that would be the name I would go by, until told otherwise. I saw that the door was wide open, I got up and walked out. I walked around the building, it was empty. And then I came across a desk, I walked to it. A woman was there, I held my breath, how could I explain this? Hello, I don't know my name, and I don't know where I'm at, can you help me? Maybe, I am crazy.

I opened my mouth to speak, breathing.

Her scent attacked me, the way she smelled, it made my throat feel as if it was on fire. I did it unthinkingly, not even waiting a second.

I jumped across the desk and grabbed her, I bit her neck and sucked her body completely of blood. I stepped back, and stared at what I had done.

I was a monster. I was a murderer. But what else was I? By the looks of it, I was a vampire. A vampire, I thought, I am officially insane.

I walked out of the institution, desperate to flee from the horrid truth. I ran, once I was outside. It felt like I was flying, maybe I was—I didn't know much about vampires, maybe I had turned into a bat. I looked down at my arm, only to find not a wing, but my arm, but it was glistening. It was sparkling like little tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface of my skin. When the sun hit my arm just the right way it shot out a spectrum of rainbows. I needed to get out of here, staying here I could get caught, and they would kill me if they found out what I was. I ran, and ran, I came across a sign and I found out that I was in Biloxi, Mississippi. I ran still, coming across a Texaco station. I slowed down to a brisk walk, and went inside, to the bathroom. It was empty, and I went to the mirror. I was surprised to see my reflection—I thought vampires didn't have a refection, or maybe that was just a simple myth. But my reflection was a scary thing, I was insanely beautiful. My hair cropped short falling down around my face, and my eyes were the only things that weren't attractive. My eyes were a bright glowing red, my irises looked as if they were on fire.

I stood at the mirror, staring at it. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was normal, pretended that I knew my place in this world.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't see my reflection.

A handsome man, was walking into a restaurant, called "Philadelphia's Diner." The man was tall easily six feet, he had golden honey blonde hair. He was muscular, but lean. He was pale, with bruise-like shadows beneath his fiery red eyes. He had white crescent-shaped scars on his face and arms, everywhere that wasn't hidden by his clothes. He pushed open the door of the diner, a bell ringing above his head, signaling his arrival. He took a seat on the stool, at the bar, and blocked everyone out. He said nothing, he looked infuriated, very aggravated. I wondered who it was he was aggravated with. He just sat there—I blinked my eyes, surprised, scared, full of wonder. Surprised, because that had never happened before. Scared, because I didn't know what it was. Full of wonder, because of that blonde man.

That handsome man, was the same thing as I. A vampire, I presumed.

I walked out of the station, in a daze, my mind blank.

Where was I going to live? I asked myself, What was I going to do? But most importantly, How was I going to find that man?

DON'T HURT ME! Sorry guys it's so short. But I am exhausted! And, oh! Merry Christmas! Please review, guys!

~Lyssa . Hale

P.S. I love you