This is my first Twilight fanfic. I have read all three books (each finished in 2 days, ooh I'm so proud) and … I am not the original author of Twilight. Its been said many times before and I am not going to repeat it in the next chapters, so go away, I'm not Stephenie Meyer.

1: Swallowed, Alice POV

It's the year 1920. A year just like every other year I spent here in Biloxi Mississippi Asylum, home of the mentally retarded. I was put here for no reason. I was put here just because I could see things, predict events and know what will happen long before anything happens. They thought I was insane.

I sat on my bed thinking of me, myself and I more than I should worry about the Spanish Influenza outbreak and all the dying people out there. Tears stung my eyes at the thought of my dead parents. They died of the outbreak a year ago. I'm still in the stage in which your face is swallowed in melancholy and despair.

I stared at myself, in the looking glass; my long black hair untouched and yet the ends were sticking out in every direction, curled at the tips of each strand. I inherited my mother's "to-die-for" eyes. My skin from my father; I was pale. You'd say I was the most exquisite little "doll". I wasn't; I was short and thin… and plain.

Everyone said my features were as beautiful as a vampire's looks; every crease of flesh on my face and every smile I make were stunning… to them. I'd disagree, vampires do not exist, they're myths, therefore my breath taking smile is nothing more than an old farmer's tale.

"Alice?" there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" I turned, unsurprised to see who it was, "James…"

I didn't know much about James; he visited often nowadays and talked to me for a while. I was afraid he'd hurt me. He'd talk about how work was going here at Biloxi Asylum and sometimes ask a couple of rude and blunt questions. He wasn't very nice when he was in a bad mood. He said he was supposed to be like my "baby-sitter".

He sat down beside me on my bed and inhaled the scent of my pungent bed covers as if it tasted mouth watering and appetizing.

He moved closer. He was in a good mood today.

"You're scent is very …" He paused. He has never mentioned anything about my scent and me. "… Very aromatic, fragrant… it tickles my nose".

His smile wasn't friendly anymore; it was – a hungry sort of smile.

He leaned closer without hesitating. My stomach flipped. Was he going to kiss me?

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Okay, that was my first fanfic after my prolonged hiatus. I'm sorry I haven't updated any of my Teen Titans fanfics but I lost interest in them. Reviews would be appreciated.