Fallen Angel Found
Alice's first vampire years.
Alice begins as a vampire, completely alone and confused. She struggles to find a purpose to life until she finds Jasper and love.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the charaters, however awesome they are.
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1919
My eyes snapped open, scanning for danger, but didn't expect what they saw. A man was stood in front of me, but he wasn't here, he was in a ranch. It was like a screen in front of my eyes that was completely transparent, but opaque at the same time. I shook my head wildly, trying to clear the image of the tall blonde. A southerner from the army, his uniform would suggest. I shut and reopened my eyes again and again until the image was gone.
I looked for danger again. I don't know why. I just felt the need to. I felt I could do anything. I could see every blade of grass, every microscopic particle of dirt on the floor. I felt something hot in by body, making me stand upright. I felt strong.
I didn't know where I was. I didn't understand anything. I looked at my hands and body, seeing everything for the first time. And not having a clue about anything. Nothing made sense.
I moved my legs. Faster and faster, until I was running. The air was moving for me around me. I was brought to a stop when a scorching pain burned my throat. I brought my hand up to my neck and looked around for the cause of the pain. Whatever it was, I would make it suffer.
There was a creature in a field. A few fields forward. It was so weak. Pathetic. I cocked my head to the side, analysing it. It was human. I strode up to it.
"Hello there." It called when I got close enough. "You lost?"
I laughed shrilly. "No, you lost…your life."
I reached for his body and sunk my teeth into his neck. My body seemed to be working of its own accord, but I didn't care, it was helping to numb the ache in my throat.
I drained the man and dropped his lifeless body, unsatisfied. I eyed up the large house, which probably belonged to him. I listened closely and heard the voices of others. I could smell the blood too.
I felt my body bend into a crouch. I hardly knew what was happening before I lurched forward toward the house and my kill.
1921
The mans face flashed in front of my eyes again. It was confusing. I could still see everything around me, where I was stood, but I could see another layer too. A future layer. The 'visions' were the most complicated part of this life. The advanced senses, the speed, the beauty, they were too, confusing, but when you know nothing else, they just become part of who you are.
The visions only happen occasionally. And usually, it's the same image. That man has come up a lot. The one from my first vision.
They don't really help that much. I see what is going to happen, maybe a few minutes in advance, then there are just those which make no sense. The man, a rainy town and a baby girl with long bronze curls.
And after two years of wondering alone, they people in the visions become familiar and comforting. To know that if what I see is my future, I don't spend it alone.
Because that's all I can be at this time, it seems. My lust for human blood is a constant pain in this life. I pity the soul who I might happen upon at night. I despise taking others lives, but the blood is just too irresistible. If there were a way to live with blood but without taking lives, I'd do it. Yes, I know that now. I will find a way to stop myself from being so savage.
1931
It's been 12 years now and I have come a long way. The visions have become my ally in this battle between my body and my mind. The physical need for blood is there and I don't think I will ever fully banish it, but my mind has better control over my body now.
I looked around the field that I had paused in. I could hear the road. It was ¾ mile south east. I followed my senses and ran through the farm, past the farm houses and cottages until I met the road. I stuck to the roads. It was easier. Whatever I was searching for, wherever it was, it was most likely to be near people. It was hard to live in such proximity to humans, but if I was to overcome my need, then I had to face the thirst.
I shut my eyes and searched for what was going to happen today.
A flash of some faces of boys staring. The face of the middle aged man I kill. I shuddered. It was hard seeing their faces hours before I kill them. It gives me time to get to know them and feel remorse when I need to hunt. I moved on from the vision. I saw a forest. It was colder than here. So north. I watch myself pause and my eyes glaze over. A smile spreads across my face and I jump in the air in joy.
I reopen my eyes, confused, but knowing I will not get any answers until when I get to the forest, so, I set off running.
The forest is colder than the farm. The snow is beginning to stick and any human would be uncomfortable not wearing a warm coat.
I get to the top of a hill and pause. Another layer appears in front of my eyes. It's him again. That man. He's alone, wandering, looking for something which is still a mystery to him. He just goes where he feels. He's troubled too. His face is distressed as he meanders through city streets. He looks like he needs someone. A café he enters. I'm waiting.
This was it. This was the something I was looking for. I had a purpose. A reason to exist. I had to find him. We were just the same. Lost. Confused. In need of someone. In need of help. And we would help each other, because this man had been my path all along. My first vision to this final one, he had dominated a lot of them. I had finally found it. My future.
1948
The vision flashed through my mind again and my eyes focused on the scene that wasn't in front of me. I was sat in a café. It was raining outside. A dull day. A waitress asked me for the first time in months if I wanted anything. When I declined she asked me what I was here for then. "I'm waiting…for a friend." Then, the door clicked open and I heard the light steps as someone walked in from the rain. I looked at him, smiled, then danced up to him…
I looked around me. In a forest as thick as this, a human wouldn't have been able to tell it was raining heavily or that the day was unusually dark. The canopy above protected the ground and the light reflected off everything green, projecting a jade light around the forest.
I smiled and dropped my prey. Ever since I had a vision of myself and that man I was going to meet, with a coven who was unnaturally civilised, I had tried to resist the temptation of human blood and turned to animals to satisfy my thirst instead.
The leader – Carlisle was about 300 years old. He created Edward, because of the loneliness he had been going through for 150 years.
I had had lots of visions of Edward and me. We would get along well.
I remembered a vision I had a couple of years ago. The vision was clear as I recalled it, as though I was actually there in the scene.
Edward and Emmett – a burly vampire, only a few decades old, run from the forest. They go into the large pale house and Edward goes into his room, which had been emptied and replaced with my few possessions. He storms downstairs where he notices the man and me. We are holding hands.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Alice, this is Jasper."
He looked furious. Carlisle held his hand out to calm him.
"Alice, this is…"
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Born 1901, changed 1918, first in Carlisle's coven and still physically the youngest. Left for a few years after he created Esme, who was posing as his sister at the time he found Rosalie. Prefers mountain lion to any other animal. Owns a lot of records. Kissed one girl when he was 15 and wanted to join the war, but fell ill with Spanish influenza."
He stared, gob-smacked.
Oh, and you can read minds. I added in my thoughts.
He hissed in fury. "How can-"
"I know that?" I finished for him.
A vision flashes through my head. He jumps at me and I dodge.
"What was that?" He shouts before lunging.
He was abnormally fast, but with the vision, I was faster and swiftly moved out of his path.
"Oh, we're so going to get along."
I remember being overwhelmed the first time I had that vision. It was the time I found out his name was Jasper. I remember the fascination I had, deciphering every second of the vision, understanding my future more clearly. But that wasn't the first vision. I saw me and Jasper with what would become our family together, in so many different places. Settled in a little town, just above Vancouver, hunting in the forest. Celebrating New Year under the lights of Chicago. Shopping in New York, pulling the guys behind. Getting into a silver car, watching a red Chevy truck almost flatten and other vehicle, Edward chuckles.
I looked around at where I was again. I had subconsciously run the edge if the forest. I looked down the hill to a large city. A large shadow was cast over it by grey clouds, which made the day duller than usual. The rain that poured from the sky looked like it was never going to stop, but my advanced senses allowed me to see clearly through the murky day. A small café with a flashing green and pink neon sign caught my eye out of all of the other buildings. I saw a waitress with greasy brown hair take someone's order and return to the kitchen.
This was it. This was the place. The weather didn't seem to be passing, so Jasper might not arrive for a few days yet, but I had found it, subconsciously. My mind had lead to right to the place I wanted to be – to begin my future.
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