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Summery: Alice's life in the asylum, the hunt and the change.
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I could see the pain course through her body as the volts ran, electric and blue, through her veins. Her screams shook me to the core, as they reverberated off the steel walls. The smell of her fear sickened me instead of awakening the thirst as it should, again I was shaking in anger.
She had been in here for three months now, brought in by her brother. I had looked up her files and found her parents had died of Malaria, she was only fifteen at the time. Her brother, being her only care taker, decided to leave her here and carry on his life without the mysterious 'visions' of his sister.
Another of her pain-felt screams lanced through my sensitive eardrums, I hated to see her in pain. I would stop this soon, another ten seconds was all I could stand. I would end it now if not for the fact that they would just make her next session sooner, I wanted their blood. I growled softly and shook my head to snap myself back into control.
As she writhed she looked up into my eyes, her sweet blue meeting mine. What she saw in these red, soulless orbs I have no idea. Her eyes clouded over, and not from the pain I knew she was suffering. she was no longer seeing the horror happening around her, nor the evil smiles of the demented doctors. I hoped what ever she was seeing, it was somewhere sunny.
When her eyes snapped back to me they were wide with horror. I gently placed my finger to my chin, a sign we both knew to mean quiet. She had seen another vision of me, I who frequented her visions most. She saw the others but they, apparently, were more 'blurry' to her than me.
She remembered little of her outside life, the pain made her forget. At least that's what I told myself. I had a theory brewing, her life before this one was not much more pleasant than the one she was living now.
I had been the one to examine her when she was admitted, frail and pale as she was now. There had been 'marks', bruises, and cuts along her small pail form. Her brother said she had been locked in a closet for her own safety. The hand shaped slap marks fit him perfectly.
I moved far too quickly for the humans to see over to the control switch and saw a faint smile light her face. I furiously ripped the power cord in half, it would take them awhile to find another. Just as swiftly I returned to my chair, the dim lighting hiding my supernatural speed easily.
I allowed myself a small smile as I lay back in the chair watching the baffled 'doctors' stumble around in, what was to them, blackness. My dear Alice had stilled, her muscles relaxing from the pain that had gripped them. her eyes looked wildly about the room for me, she couldn't see me but she wanted to know where I was.
I kicked one of the metal pipes beside me twice. She relaxed further and smiled my way, I gave her one of my ghostly chuckles.
I had offered Alice freedom, as a vampire, merely weeks after her arrival. She had smiled at me and shook her head, this was before she would speak. Later she had explained to me why, she was waiting for her brother to return and take her away, as he had promised her.
I had heard that 'promise' for myself and my talent had told me of its untruthfulness. The boy wouldn't, and now couldn't, return to her. His blood had been sweet, he had been especially evil.
I had tracked him to bar on the night of his death. I would have left him alone if not for the markings I had found on my little prot??. Why did I still call her that? She had refused this 'life' that I had offered, maybe she would change her mind. I digress, my thoughts where neither here nor there these days.
To the boy, yes, I had tracked him and found him drunk over his cards. The lies he had told earlier in the night still hung false hope in the room. An old man sat next to his drunken form, he was speaking softly to the young woman at his right. My vampire ears caught their conversation easily.
"Ai, a prince, me luck's finally changed. One more night at the tables and I'm going home to me wife, a changed man I'll be." The woman, obviously a whore, had sneered at him. "He promised to make me a very rich woman after tonight."
I chuckled darkly, I could smell the disease that festered between her legs. Any man who lay with this cobra would not live for long. I could let his own desires do my work for me, but no, I was thirsty.
And to be truthful, I was the one who wanted to take this mans life, this scum who had hurt my little dark haired fairy. I wanted to hear his screams as I played with him slowly, and I wanted to be the one to hear his heart stop at I drained the very life from him. The boy would suffer for his crimes.
The emergency power had come on now, its flickering disoriented my sharp vision and annoyed me. They were unstrapping her now and I came forward to claim her in my arms. Dr. Cralmi gave her a dark glare, 'mysterious' and quite unfortunate things had been happening around her lately.
This was not the first power cord they had lost this month. Their entire supply of 'truth serum' had also disappeared, along with any that actually managed to make it into the facility. That sanity destroying substance would never make it's aqantence with my Alice.
I sat my little Alice down on her wheel chair, unneeded, I would prefer to carry her but the others would notice. As I wheeled her back to her room her dark blue eyes looked back at me, they were still wide with fear. "Not now, love," I whispered.
I opened the door to her cell and placed her gently onto her bed, if you could call it that. I began to pick up small articles that she had strewn around the room, mostly bits of clipped newspaper she had found. She had a small wooden box under her bed of the 'important' clippings, things she had predicted that had come true.
She had tried to explain to me once how her visions had worked, it had been obvious she was just bouncing theories off me though.
As I worked I whistled a little show toon she loved, some silly thing from a comedy piece I had seen last week. I would dearly love to take my little Alice to the theater, Carmen was playing this week. Perhaps I could try sneaking her out again, we had tried that once and enjoyed a quiet evening at my home.
If Alice's vision had not seen caretaker check her room we would have been found. I had no problem with this, I could protect her. Alice did not find this reassuring, she was trying to protect 'me.' No matter how often I had told her the silliness of this she still insisted. I had toyed with the thought often of mearly kidnaping her and fleeing the country.
Alice would always see my plans though, she would scream if I even got close to her when I was planning these things. It would always lead to more 'therapy' and I would hate myself afterwards.
She was giggling along with my humming now, I loved the sounds she made. "Lionel, would you bring the phonograph tonight, I want to listen to 'Ave Maria' again." I nodded, she loved Beethoven, along with all the other classics this is one of the many things that brought us so close.
I had brought my phonograph for her before she would even speak, when I had still thought her mute. It was during one of the times that we had been listening to it that she had finally told me her name. I smiled at the memory, I again was struck with the thought of taking her to the opera tonight.
She shook her head, "Its to risky." I frowned "Dr. Murvel will be out, no one will check your room." She smiled and relaxed against the wall, she loved the hypnotic sound of my voice. "Lionel... There's, someone looking for me." I growled involuntarily, who dared threaten my child?
This, hunting, had happened many times in the past. I was the only vampire in Scotland, and I wanted to keep it that way. So naturally, I would confront and destroy any interlopes on my territory. Sometimes one of these would escape my first attempt at killing them, and they would catch 'her' sent on me.
Something about her smell drove them wild with the thirst, she had never done so to me, she actually smelled nothing like food.
I looked away from her in shame, there had been a night not so long ago when, I had almost been to late. The fiend had actually made it into her room and bitten her arm. I had thrown him off her and held him down while I sucked out the venom.
I had made quick work of the bastard afterwards and stuffed his remains into bags to be taken home and burned.
I still wonder why I had drained the venom from her veins, I wanted her to be my companion immortally, my child to wonder the centuries with. I knew this was not what she wanted though, she wished to be human. I think preying off her brothers and sisters revolted her, she didn't fault me for it though.
Alice had nearly died from blood loss, and I had nursed her on her back from her death bed for weeks. They had allowed me to take her back to my home in this time, a small mercy I did not think them capable of.
I had bought her a grand bed for her stay in my home, and this would be her sleeping place every time she stayed. I had told her how simple it would be for me to simply say she had died, to keep her here with me. I had told her about her brother, how he would never come back for her.
She had not spoken to me for days after my confession. It broke my dead heart to bear her silence, and agonized me when she shied away from my touch. I sensed no hatred from her though, not the slightest bit of malice.
She mearly missed her abusive brother, mourned his passing, and wondered why I had chosen to take 'him' for my thirst. The city was crawling with evil, she knew my preference, yet she could not see the evil that was in him.
She had refused my offer still, she had seen something in a vision, something she wouldn't tell me. I assumed she saw what would happen if we left the country. Scotland was the only safe place for me. I angered the Volturi many decades ago, I refused their 'kind ... offer' to 'let' me join their guard. My power as a polygraph was intrigued to them, my ability to sense good and evil left them baffled.
The Volturi did not like being refused, they had tortured me.
I had spent a month in their, 'care' before I took my chance to escape. I had been weakening the steel restraints on my arms for some time, and after a few weeks time they were weak enough to break at any time I wished.
By that time I knew when and how I had to strike. The Volturi liked to use newborns as guards for their strength and after my month long fast they knew I didn't have enough strength to take on even one.
So my guards number dropped to just that, one lonely newborn. It was true my strength was waning, I could feel my veins tightening with dryness, and my throat grated with the thirst.
I waited until Aro and Marcus were out hunting to strike, I couldn't take on all of the leaders, but the others were push overs. I broke free of my chains and pounced on the newborn, I held him still with a move taught to me by my master, dead many years before.
I drained the fool of any remaining blood he had, his own mixed with his last meal. Then I was ready to run. Luck was with me and I made it out of the castle without detection.
Escaping Volterra was different though, I had forgotten about the guards watching the exits. They gave chase, but I was faster and they lost my trail within a few days.
Escaping the city had turned out to be the easiest part. The Volturi have eyes all over the globe, little spies just waiting to turn you over to their masters. It seemed no matter where I fled they always followed.
I even tried to blend in with my fellow vampires for protection. I joined a newborn gang in Mexico for a time, their petty wars were entertaining to me. When inevitably the Volturi found me, they destroyed everyone I had known there.
It was the same everywhere I went, if there were vampires there I was found. Then I discovered Scotland, my little safe haven. The hunting was not bad and I could easily defend it against any that would alert the Volturi of my presence.
I joined the asylum many years later, I wished to make the lives of the poor mortals imprisoned there a little but easier. I shook off these thought with another shake of my head, turning back to look at Alice who was still staring at me in confusion, she was looking for a reassurance to her prediction.
"No one will touch you, little one, no one." I whispered, my heart was still breaking. I had not smelled any of my kind around lately, but this was not the first time Alice had given me advance warning of rivals. I knew she feared for me when I left to face other vampires, my reassurances did nothing to change this. I hated to put her through still more pain.
"I will protect you from them, I swear." I knew what I would do If I had to, I would change her. My master did that for me, I had been his apprentice in the 'art of war' as he had called it.
I had no idea what we were studying destroying, that is, until I became one of them. I shook off these thoughts too, no time to dwell on the past. I had a vampire to hunt, I needed to feed again too. I watched my sweet Alice drift into a deeper sleep and made my way out of the room.
No one would 'dare' hurt my Alice, not while I was here.
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