A/N: First Alice/Jasper fic. I have a Jasper/Bella one up here. Okay, I'm going to be tweaking the facts a little. In my story, Alice and Jasper meet in the asylum, not in a diner, because then my story would be unbelievably long. Also, Michael is the old man that Alice said turns her into a vampire. OH, and instead of just adding me to your favourites and stuff... PLEASE review. It really bugs me when people do that. Seriously, is it so hard? OH and SUGGESTIONS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED because I wrote this story on a whim since Al/Jasp are undoubtly the CUTEST. COUPLE. EVER. no argument there. And yes, first chapter's a little short.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the name Michael, the crazy doctor, and the nurse.
"Well, Mary? How are you feeling?" My doctor smiled up at me, except his smile didn't look like a proper smile at all—more like an evil grin. I would've shrunk back, if it weren't for the cuffs that were binding me to the table beneath me. I hated him. I loathed him with my entire heart, or what was left of it.
"What's it to you?" I snarled, screaming, as I felt a thousand volts go through my already trembling body.
Damn him. Damn this stupid place. Did he seriously think he would be able to cure me from whatever was wrong with me? A year, and still nothing has happened. IT'S NOT LIKE ANYTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE.
A surge of hate went through me as I remembered the looks on my parents' faces-- well, specifically my mother's, when I told them I had been having visions. Since I was their only daughter, they had prepped me and groomed me to be the perfect wife for as long as I could remember.
Wife. The word itself made me want to barf. Just because our family wasn't exactly the richest one in town, my mother claimed that she 'knew' that I would just find someone. After all, I was pretty, well mannered, young girl. What more could a lad want? Of course, once I told them I had started having premonitions, she had immediately thrown me out of the house, deemed me as insane, and ordering that I be taken to this hell-hole. Believe it or not, she even had my death certificate issued.
My thoughts were interrupted by the pain that writhed through my body, yet again. I gasped, my lips pulling back into a scream as I felt the shock enter-- and leave-- my body.
"Well, if you must know. I'm leaving this place. I found a better job well… somewhere else, and who am I to decline that offer?" he said, loosening the cuffs that bound my arms and legs. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that it was finally over, even if there was still tomorrow.
He's finally leaving. I'm free from his crazy psycho treatments. Maybe I'll even get a doctor who's more understanding!
The realization finally dawned on me and it was all I could do to keep myself from squealing in joy. Trust me, I rarely. Ever. Squealed. Even when my mother had given me a pony for my 15th birthday, I hadn't squealed. And that was probably the happiest moment I ever had in my life. Besides this of course.
"Who's going to be replacing you?" I asked him in a small voice, though I didn't really care, as long as it wasn't him.
He flipped through a few pages on his clipboard, frowning.
"His name is Jasper Whitlock. No idea who he is." He finally noted, looking up. I nodded slowly, rubbing my wrists. My usual nurse lead me back to my room—or ward. Whatever they called it. God knows why they assigned those nurses anyway, I could probably make my way to this room with my eyes closed by now.
"Dinner will be here soon." He told me gruffly, slamming the door behind me. I was in complete darkness, again.
Thankfully, the full moon was out tonight, the rays being reflected by the white walls on my room. I climbed up on my bed, before I froze suddenly. I was having another vision.
A man—no. The same man. Honey blonde hair and stunning gold eyes. He was unusually pale. And he was-- he was beautiful.
"Mary Alice Brandon." He said, smiling.
I was jolted back to reality as I tried to fit the pieces together. This wasn't the first time I had seen him in my visions. Although my visions were just brief flashes, they usually got the message through. This, this man was probably someone important if he had appeared in my vision more than once.
I was vexed. It wasn't the fact that he kept appearing in my visions, it was why? I remembered that there was once where I had actually been outside this place, with him. We had been laughing, and I actually seemed happy.
Nothing seemed to be making any sense. There was a knock at my door, signaling that dinner was here.
A man, who looked like he was in his 40's, slowly stepped into my room, a tray in his hands. I vaguely recgonized him, he'd been coming to send me my lunch or dinner way too often now. But, he seemed exceptionally nice compared to all the other idiots in this hell-hole who leered and teased me every other chance they got.
He set the tray on my floor, obviously, since this room contained nothing other than a single bed.
"Thanks." I muttered cautiously, eyeing the food with distaste. Today dinner consisted of a bun, vegetable soup and an unedible looking piece of chicken. See, that was the reason why I was bone thin. I also happened to be short-- 4'9 at 20, but that ran in the genes.
Just pretend it's cake. Just pretend it's cake.
That was my daily mantra. I repeated it and brought the metal spoon towards my mouth, swallowing the soup as fast as possible. It wasn't like I could refuse the food. I mean, I was positively ravenous and there was nothing else to eat around here anyway. Plus, though death seemed like a good option, I really wanted to know who that strange, gorgeous creature in my visions was, and why I had seen myself with him.
"Not enjoying your food, Miss Brandon?" I peered up from the shag of hair that hid my face. I hadn't noticed that the strange man hadn't left the room. I blinked rapidly, assessing the situation. I could've laughed at myself, if I weren't so bitter already. Look at me, one year in this place and I was already talking like one of them. I imagined being back in the cottage with my two best-- well, ex best friends, Jennifer and Cassandra. They would probably have burst out in hysterics if I ever said such a sentence like 'assess the situation.' They'd have thought I was on drugs or something.
"You try eating this stuff, and tell me if you enjoy it." I said softly, almost in a whisper. For a year, I had lost all contact with reality-- my crazy doctor and the nurse who hated me being an exception of course. So, holding a conversation with someone I barely knew was pretty much a challenge to me, even if it was a simple one.
He laughed, a quiet, musical, sound. A shaft of moonlight shone on him, illuminating his features. I looked at him properly. Though he was old, he was strangely... beautiful. He had luminescent pale skin-- the exact same shade like the man in the vision, and unlike mine, which was an unhealthy shade of white, with jet black hair tied up in a ponytail. In fact, he barely even had any wrinkles! What was someone like him doing working in this place?
"I'd rather not." He made a face at the food. "My name is Michael, by the way." He said as a goodbye, and fluidly left the room.
Stunned, I finished my food, deep in thought. Today was undoubtly strange, but in a good way. Dr. Crazy, was leaving and I had made a possible friend. Okay, two sentences didn't exactly make him a friend, but tt actually gave me hope. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be as bad as the past year I had been having.
Climbing onto the hard, uncomfortable bed, I lay on my side. Seconds later, I was fast asleep.
