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Bella has never existed.
She ran and ran through the dark alleys, getting her feet to run faster and faster because she was sure whatever was chasing after her was faster than average human she'd ever known in her short life. He was barely visible because his pace was too fast for human's eyes to catch, and her blurry vision didn't help.
She just ran and ran, dragging her feet as rapid as she could but she couldn't run as fast as she usually could. She was always fast and nimble, but he'd injured her at the first place, so she was disadvantaged since the very beginning. It was insane—no one could injure someone as swift as he could, even when his victim was only a small girl like Alice. He just took seconds—it was less than a minute and her right leg was fractured. She didn't actually know if her leg was completely broken or only partly fractured, but it hurt so much that she could barely feel it. And it hurt even more when she had to run. The pain numbed her foot but she had to force herself, or else she would have to face something that was even more terrible—death.
She didn't fear the death itself. She just feared the way she would face it. That man was surely not forgiving—she was sure he would make her die a painful death. She was sure he would use a wicked way to murder her.
Perhaps he would rape her first—Alice knew it would hurt so much when he raped her, because she had known how it felt to be raped. The medical professionals in the asylum she was previously in were none but sex addicts who would rape every patient who looked decent, and Alice was one of them.
Alice knew she was never insane, and the professionals, as well, knew that fact. She was sane enough to not do something extreme against the professionals. That was why, they confined Alice in the room at a corner of an aisle, so they could sneak into her room easily at nights and sexually abuse her, knowing no one could hear her scream. If she was to be insane, she was sure it wasn't because she was mentally unhealthy since the beginning, but it was because of the way the professionals treated her.
Back to saving her life, Alice was starting to get desperate. She began to pant hardly—there was not much energy left in her, especially because of the pain. She was sure dead, she knew that because she had seen it through her vision, but she just didn't want to give up that easily. She wouldn't just give her life away like that, even though she only stood the slightest chance.
That inhuman pace followed her easily, like a huge cat running after a tiny mouse. It was like a game to play for him—he just lengthened her life for a little, giving her void hope because in the end she would end up as his prey. His midnight dinner.
Edward smirked, showing the fangs he'd been hiding since that afternoon—being around humans was never fun, but that surely was a test of his patience. With his stomach growling since the afternoon and the circumstances given to him that he couldn't eat people in the middle of afternoon, he always hunted in the nights. That night he was lucky, spotting a girl running away from an asylum nearby the end of the forest where his home was. He didn't need to look around for so long—that soul was his to seize.
She was naïve—he chuckled inwardly. He'd seen what was going on in her head. Everything was clearly pictured there—she saw the future and she saw that she was going to die in his hands, although she didn't see how. She saw the future, yes, that amazed him. He had never seen human's thoughts which could convey the future so precisely. But he didn't care. A prey was still a prey for him—it was indifferent.
She ran and ran again, still dragging her feet endlessly despite being extremely tired. She was exhausted, running out of the oxygen. She just found a way to escape from the asylum, but she was unlucky. In the middle of her run, she questioned why her fate was set to be like that—first, her family threw her away by admitting her into the asylum just because she had strong sixth sense; second, she got raped over and over again by the doctors and nurses of the asylum; and finally, she could make a successful escape from the asylum, only to be killed by some lunatic inhuman man. Her only question was, why? It was unjust—she had never done some too wrong to make her have such an unfortunate destiny.
Edward's smirk was widened, showing those venomous fangs. He was, according those girls in the town, beautiful. Whatever he did was charming, whatever he wore was captivating. In short, he was perfect. Little did they know that he wasn't what they thought to be. However, despite the fangs, he was still as beautiful.
That widened smirk was a sign for Alice to stop running, because no matter how fast she ran, he would catch her easily. He laughed then, cracking the silence of the night, before leaving his spot to get his dinner.
That's the prologue. Please RnR! :D
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