(A/N) something really needs to be done about boredom in school. If I write this much in class something's wrong. I don't even know why I'm doing this. Oh well, might be fun. I haven't read the book in a while, but I like messing with storylines anyway. And to be honest, I'm one of the few people who think the book is extremely boring, but for some reason I can't make it leave. Addiction has weird ways of working. Hopefully this will be better than the book. It's written in third person because I can't stand first person views. That's just how things are.
Summary: She wakes up to a past she doesn't know. He opens his eyes disgusted by who he is. She searches desperately to find who she is. He runs his fastest from his past. Both creatures, outcasts in their own way, meet to overcome pasts and make peace.
Copyright: everything belongs to someone else. All I do is play with stuff. If I mess up I'm sorry
Hidden Past
She looked up at the sky. It was dark, too dark, but every pinpoint of light from the cosmos above her were a bright as bonfires. There was no moon around her and its pearl light did not bathe the leaves of the trees and bushes that grew around her. She had to have been in a forest of some kind. But where?
She was cold. At least she knew that. She had to be somewhere where it was cold. She could remember telling her it was colder by the water than in inland areas. So that narrowed her options down to a coastline. She did feel bits of grains of sand, only a few, in the soil she had been left in. far away she could see the faint rumbling of a body of water coming to land and fading away. Whether it was a sea or great lake or maybe even just a river she wasn't sure, she only knew it was far. She wanted to run to it no matter how far away it was. Run as fast as she could to reach the water. Bodies of water meant people. Maybe someone could tell her where she was, what had happened to her, or maybe even . . .
Who was she?
When she thought the question panic began to creep over her like some sort of illness. Her eyes darted from the sky to her only source of direction wanting some sort of explanation. Why couldn't she remember her name, her family, her past? She could say that whatever happened to her that left her here happened while she was unconscious somehow. She was, after all, fairly short and lightweight and would easily be overpowered. Someone probably did something to her and left her here for dead. But she wasn't dead. Whatever they had done to her hadn't killed her, but left her without her memories.
She could remember some things though. Voices in her head. information like math and geography from years in school. Bits and pieces of vocabulary from other languages. But nothing like a family or a home.
In a snap decision she sprang towards the water. Someone had to be there that could tell her who she was or at least a name. Maybe there was a friend of hers that she couldn't remember who could tell her. She didn't care she just needed to-
Stop!
She had reached the water she had heard of. An ocean stretched out before her, a distant storm enraging the water that was now around her. Before she had even noticed she was knee deep in the water and a wave was towering over her. The next instant she was on the shore watching the water crash. Was she always that fast? Humans couldn't do that, could they? She was a human, right?
She shook her head and looked to a tree. She had to have made a mistake. People couldn't just- She stopped her thought before she had finished. She was already thirty feet in the air standing perfectly balanced on one of the thin branches. She didn't move to keep herself balanced despite the fact that the limb that supported her shook violently. It snapped under her weight and she screamed as she fell to what she was sure was her death. But death never came as it should have. She landed perfectly graceful, like a cat that had fallen from a building. There was no bruise, no broken bones, no cuts or scrapes, nothing. This couldn't be normal.
She sat down beside the water and forced herself to close her eyes and think. Someone, another faceless voice in her memory, told her when something bad happened to think everything through. To assess everything and weigh out your next options.
First, she didn't know who or where she was, only that she was near an ocean. Second, someone had left her here; that was the only possible explanation. Someone wanted to hurt her and whether they did or not she couldn't remember. Third, something else had happened to her, something that had left her extremely fast and almost impervious to damage. How could someone have overpowered her if she was like this? Or was it some experimentation process? What if she had been experimented on like a lab rat and got away?
She dug a shallow hole in the sand and with the help of the current and moonlight made herself a small reflective pool to see her reflection. The waves did not distort the water here and she could see perfectly her face. Her face was pale as the moonlight that illuminated it, her lips the same deep scarlet as blood. Her hair was a deep brown and her eyes an alarming red. Or were they becoming darker, blacker, by the moment? That had to be a mistake. Eyes don't darken. It was her face, yet not her face. She never remembered her eyes being that color. She had thought maybe a blue or a grey would what she saw, but not these. And her skin, she thought it would be at least a little darker, tan or something. She didn't mind her lips though; she thought it was more beautiful this way. But still it wasn't her face!
She struck the water, sending sparkling droplets flying around her. Every one was as bright as a diamond and she watched as they fell to stain the sand.
She rubbed her hands together to clean the sand away. She was about to dip her hands in the water, but remembered what her parents (at least she thought it was her parents) told her about being wet making her colder than she really was. It was cold enough already. She stood and walked once her hands were clean. She didn't want to run again. As much as she wanted to be found she didn't want to run. It almost scared her, being able to go so fast, almost to the point where she didn't know where she was going. She would walk until she found something.
It didn't last very long. Her body, of its own will, probably terrified by her situation, sprang and launched her across the beach until she came to a city on the water. A port city. A long line of steel bound, as well as wooden, ships bordered the dock that followed the shoreline closely. On the other side of the city she could see the lights and hear the crowded boardwalk. A Ferris wheel stretched high above most of the buildings.
She ran to the boardwalk, careful to slow to a walk when she came close to the people there. She didn't need to scare anyone. Then something struck her and she fled, returning to where she was. What had it been? No one had hit her, yet she felt a rage unlike anything she ever had. She wanted to go back and strike the humans that she had gone to. Was she violent before?
Control yourself. She forced herself to say and walked again. These people are your only hope. They can tell you who you are and where you came from. She walked this time, the rage building inside her as she came closer to the humans on the boardwalk. Every muscle in her almost foreign body wanted to spring. Someone ran to a family member, bumping her shoulder as he passed. She almost reached out at him, her reflexes much faster than his could ever hope to be. It was only because she had figured out what had made her so angry to begin with that stopped her.
When he passed the scent of iron and rust washed over her like a powerful wave. Blood. That was what she wanted. She wasn't angry, just wanted the blood she smelled so powerfully. But why? Was she a monster? No, she couldn't be. She was just a girl. That was all. Just a normal girl who can't remember anything about her past.
She found someone. A massive man who she was sure she wouldn't be able to overpower if this new taste for blood came over her. He didn't smell particularly good to her anyway. He just stood at the edge of the boardwalk watching the moon and the stars beyond. She approached him cautiously, forcing her thirst (was that the word to call it) to the back of her mind. But it continued to throb there painfully.
"Excuse me?" She said, her voice quiet when she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. Was that what her voice sounded like?
"Jesus!" The man jumped back a step startled. "Sorry there. Didn't hear you come up."
"I'm sorry."
"What can I do you for, little miss?"
"Do you know where I am?"
He smiled a little, "What, you hit your head?"
"I-I guess I did." He voice shook, an action he took for fear. Only she knew it was the effort for keeping down this thirst that burned her throat. "I can't remember where I am or where I came from."
"I'm sure there's some records or something we can find that will help you."
"Thank you."
"Thing is, I don't know where to get such a thing. Don't suppose you know your name?"
"Nothing."
"That makes it hard. Go 'head and ask around. 'M sure somebody's bound to know a cute little thing like you. I'm sure your parents are worried. How old are you? Thirteen, fourteen?"
"I'm not sure. I feel like I should be sixteen. Maybe seventeen. I don't know."
"Do you know your parents?" She shook her head. "friends?" Same answer. "Do you even know what day it is." Her gaze dropped.
"I wish I did." Why wouldn't this thirst stop? "I should get going. If my parents are looking for me I should look for them. Maybe I'll remember them if I see them."
"You should head off to a hospital. I hear there's this thing where they take your blood and can see who you are."
"I'll look into it." She ran then the moment he looked back to the water. She could hear him grumbling something abut her being a cute little thing and that he should have offered her a place to stay. She wasn't sure she liked the option.
She stopped far away from the city. She realized only then that she had never actually gotten the name of the city. Maybe she could go look for a sign or something. No, she couldn't go back there. It hurt so much. This thirst . . . it was so painful. She wanted blood. Needed it. Something, anything. It didn't even have to be human . . .
She launched herself at a seagull that had been foolish enough to waddle close to her in case she had thrown a piece of bread for it. Her hands clasped around its small body. She didn't care how he struggled and cried. She bit hard into its back ignoring the bitter flavor of its feathers. Its wings continued to beat against her face, but no pain came, until she had drained its body of its sweet life's blood. When she had finished with it she dropped it into the tide, to disgusted by what she had done to look at it. The pain was still there, she was still thirsty, but it wasn't as strong. This she could tame for a while. At least until another foolish bird came in her path and she repeated the act until it was dull enough to ignore. But it was always there.
She had become some kind of insane beast that thirsted off blood. She was fast, strong, indestructible, and always thirsty, always in pain. She had become a monster.
She remembered a monster.
She gripped bars in her hands, her fingers going numb from her tight grip. She was screaming to someone on the other sides of the bars. She said a monster was coming. Was it her? But he laughed. That was all they ever did. But she didn't give up. For hours she gripped those bars trying to tell someone until eventually they grew tired of laughing and just ignored her. None of them wanted to listen to her insane ramblings about a monster. One of them shook the bars of her cell to try to drive her away. He growled insults and warnings, but she ignored them.
In the end she gave in and retired to the farthest wall. If a monster was coming she wanted to be as far away from it as possible. She sat against the wall with her legs tucked into her chest and her arms wrapped around her. Her headache would not go away. It had to be real. She saw the beast. Saw its red eyes and pale skin and sharp teeth. Sure she had only seen it in her mind, but it seemed so real. It had to be real. But no one believed her.
She shuddered and looked up at the sound of rusted metal against metal as her cell was opened and one of the workers stepped in. He walked cautiously towards her, as everyone did, before crouching next to her. Mad people could be so predictable.
"You've been seeing things again," He told her as he produced a needle. "I brought you some medication. If you hold still it won't hurt."
"Run," She told him.
"I'm not leaving until you take your medicine. It's the only way you'll get better."
"If you don't it will get you."
He lifted her chin so he could see her face. She should have recognized his voice. He was always around her, the only one who dared believe her every now and then. His skin was pale as the walls of the world she lived in and his eyes a pale amber. "Nothing's coming for you."
"But it is."
"Even if it did it couldn't reach you. See those bars? They're strong. No one's broken through them. Nothing can get in. You're safe."
"He breaks through them like fire through a match."
"Just what is this thing?"
"A monster."
"What kind of monster?" He joked. Surely he couldn't be becoming one of the ones who taunt her. He was supposed to be good. "One with blue fur and fangs?"
"No, it looks normal, just like a person. But it's faster than visible and it's eyes are dark red and it runs barefoot and breaks through walls like its paper and bites whoever tries to stop it and they die when he does and-"
"Stop," He ordered. "That's enough. I get it."
"It's coming here. I don't know why but it is."
"It's alright, Alice." He brushed a cold finger by her hair for a moment before he picked her up. Almost instantly she was shivering against his cold skin. " Hold tight to me and I'll make sure you get out of here."
Her eyes opened to the world around her. It was still dark and the thirst was returning. I pounding headache prevented her from standing. He had called her Alice. Was that her name? Whether it was or just the name he called her by it was better than nothing. It was all she had. For now she would have to be Alice until she pieced together the rest of her memory.
(A/N) First chapter done. I know I might be making mistakes on accents and invention dates and stuff, but that's my fault. Review please.