Okay so note to you guys out there: This is Alice's story before she becomes a vampire. I might put some of her vampire life in (before and when she meets Jasper, etc), so you know. The chapters might be a little short because they are in diary form, but I'll date each one so you have a general idea of when this stuff is. I don't know what year I should set it in, so if you have any ideas I'd like to know. PLEASE read and review! Me and my friend CullenClanTwilighter are both going to write stories about Alice's life before/after she became a vampire. (Tell me which one you like better :) Her's isn't up yet just so ya know. I'll put something in an AN before my chapter when she does write it. Enjoy!
The Diary of Mary Alice Brandon
December 25th
They are coming to take me away tomorrow. How ironic! It's supposed to be, "Christmas time with the family". Here I snort. My poor, perfectionist mother can't wait to be rid of me. How pathetic. They say I was always a bit eccentric; I didn't play with the other children or want to do what I was told. Truth be it, they favored my sister Cynthia over me. To them, Cynthia was all they wanted and more; and I was nothing. Yesterday I Saw a man… He was gorgeous and wonderful, but different.
He had dark, red eyes for one. But he had beautiful blonde hair, and a smile that I wanted to see for the rest of my life. I had been talking to Cynthia about him yesterday; the picture I'd drawn in my hands. I was an unusually gifted artist as well; or so I was told. Cynthia knows I'm afraid of what might happen in the asylum, but maybe my mystery prince will rescue me.
Jasper.
That's his name. It's such a pretty name too. He hadn't lived a very good life, but he would become remorseful; I had Seen it. He had killed many people, but he wouldn't kill me.
I had also Seen a man; he had had bleach blonde hair, a dangerous but sexy smile, dark red eyes like Jasper's, he hadn't been wearing a shirt, and he had my blood on his lips. Yes, the perfect thing to scare me into oblivion. That was mostly why I woke up screaming, and why people thought I was insane.
I had also Seen a sort of endless pain, a fire of sorts, which would be my ending. The cause of this pain was a man with dark hair, amber eyes, pale skin, and I thought of him kindly.
I guess that's all I have to say for today. Tomorrow it might be hard to write; I don't wish to go quietly.