Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight only Edward's heart because Bella can't she's a fictional Character, Everyone knows that.

Lost in time

It was dark, most of the time it was. But tonight it was even more so. In front of her stood a man. He was beautiful but even that was an understatement. Each of his muscles was perfectly defined to the point where they seemed symmetrical. His face was captivating. Long blond hair pulled back in a tie, his eyes a shocking red. He wore a black cloak that covered his shoulders and black pants that were fraying around the bottom. She wanted to creep into the darkness and hide from him forever, where no one could find her. He smiled letting a growl out from between his lips. The man pounced on her.

Mary Brandon awoke with a start. She had been having this dream over and over again. She had seen the man outside talking to Master Whitlock once a week ago and that was when the dreams had started. She had had dreams that seemed real before, and a lot of them had ended up happening. Sometimes a couple of days later or a couple of years they would happen. She was dreading the day this dream came true. But for now she wanted to sleep.

The asylum was, as always, cold and dark, today even more so. Mary had this strange suspicion that she was missing something big. Ever since she had her first premonition she knew she was different. Her parents made it very clear when they had sent her off to the asylum, but here she still didn't fit in. Master Whitlock came and collected her around noon or that was what she believed because she hadn't been fed yet but it was close to it. He took her to his parlor, inside candles lined the walls, and the red wallpaper gave life to what could have been yet another hell on earth. There was a bed in one corner a set of chair in another, a door at the far end of the room. To finish it off there was a table in the middle. In a way Master Whitlock was like the man she kept dreaming about, his skin was as pale and he was young and beautiful even though he had been working here since Mary arrived. The only big difference was he had gold eyes unlike the red eye's that had been haunting her.

"Please take a seat, Mary." He gestured to one of the chairs in the corner. She sat unwillingly as he took the other seat. "I need to talk to you about the man you saw me with last week."

"Please sir, don't hurt me I didn't mean to. It was just an accident."

"I believe it was."

"You-You do?"

"I do. But I must now tell you that because you listened to that convocation your life is in great peril." Mary's face turned pale at Whitlock's words.

"I don't understand."

"And you might never, but I hope that one day you will forgive me."

"You speak in riddles that I do not understand." Whitlock turned away. "May I eat before whatever is to happen, happens."

"No, that will make it a lot harder; you can have all the food you want afterward."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"You won't be coming back here; you will never see any of these people ever again. You will never see me again." Mary looked shocked at his words. Even though she was in a prison most of her memories were from here. It was her home. "You will have to change your name. To everyone anywhere Mary Brandon will be dead."

"Dead?"

"In a way. Just forgive me for this."

"I forgive you. What for, I am unsure of."

"For allowing you to live a bit longer." Before she knew what was happening, Whitlock had his mouth on her bare shoulder. When he pulled away, her arm and neck started to burn almost instantly. She screamed in pain. Whitlock picked her up before anyone had the chance to hear anything.

XxXxX

They were moving fast through trees. It was a blur of green as trees rushed by, the burning was still there but it was faint. How long had it been since she had been sitting in Master Whitlock's parlor. Since he had what had he done to her? Suddenly everything came into focus. Someone dropped her to the ground. They spoke two words, 'Forget Everything'. Once more she was doomed to darkness.

XxXxX

On the edge of the clearing she began to stir and, finally, he would have what he longed for, what had been kept from him. Now she was left here to die by one scared vampire. Mary's eyes flicked open. It was dark yet she could still see the man who stood in front of her. He had blond hair that was pulled back in a tie. He smiled a familiar smile. A small growl slipped from between his teeth. Cat like he pounced on her she kicked out in self defense and he flew across the clearing. She was surprised at her strength. What had happened?

"Well, Well, Well. . . Maybe he didn't muck up."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you not know what's happened?" she Shook her head, "Let me explain, a friend of mine bit you for me, that's right, right there."She had reached for her shoulder. "It's a pity really; you were too good for this life."

"And what life is this?"

"The life of a vampire." she was horrified by his answer.

"But... But."

"What 'how did this happen', find your creator I'm sure he'll explain."

"Why don't you."

"I will, if you agree to join me." Something in his voice made her shudder. She saw it right then. He had his lips to a girls arm, the girl wasn't breathing, and she as pale as he was. She was dead.

"I won't join you I know how you live and I won't."

"One day, One day you will, be mine. I'll come back for you. Then you will come with me willingly" She watched as he ran off in a blur. There was another scene she was shacking the hand of a man, this time she spoke 'My name is Alice.'

(A/N: This is short, yes. Not so good, that too, but I find twilight harder to write for. As it's my first and probably my last Twilight Story give it a read and a review. Please, I might cry if you don't.