I had a dream one night and thought I should write it. Hopefully it turns out well! I own nothing at all. Twilight is own by Stephenie Meyers. I hope you all like this! I also hope to hear from you all on this.
1917 Biloxi, Mississippi.
"Oh, dear Mary Alice what trouble have you seem to get yourself in to this time?" I look into her dark brown eyes. I can see worry fill the brim. This is not how Mary Alice usually acts. I am so use to her being care free full of love and laughter. I have recently come to know this new Mary Alice; the one that worries and sees things that no one else does. She is frazzled and the town calls her a witch behind her back.
"You know my cousin… I fear for him," Mary Alice pauses while she wrangles her hands together. "He is smitten with our mutual friend Elizabeth. I saw something again."
"Again? Didn't you say that most of these, visions, lack of the better word, are dark and hard to see yet alone confusing to understand it all?"
"Why, yes that is indeed true, but I'm afraid I saw them, my dear cousin Samuel and our dear friend Elizabeth. It was hard to see what was going on, at last I saw it all end with their deaths. If it is true then how can I stand around doing nothing. It would be as if I was the one to kill them myself." Tears pool around her eyes trying to escape.
"Hold on a drat minute darling. I believe you, Mary Alice. I am sure Samuel and Elizabeth will be just dandy. God is giving you theses visions for a reason." I pull Mary Alice into my arms. Our stiff dresses pressed against each other. I hate the restriction that is put upon us. In this town, this damn southern town, we are forced to hide our love.
Hidden in the safety of my father's home I brush my face against the soft pale flesh of my secret lover. I know we are young but we have reached the age of consent to marry. I fear for how little more days we have together. Her tears have already started to escape making their way down her rosy cheeks. I bring my pink lips to those tears and kiss them away.
"Oh, Isabella," She whispers out before our hungry lips clash together. My slender fingers rush into Mary Alice's long dark hair. Mary Alice's hands cup my face. I can feel the heat radiating off of us like the fiery sun in the afternoon sky. Her fingers rub my ear lobes in a circular pattern. I gasp taking a breath before locking lips once again. From there on her hands move downward pressing against my arms until they find my rib cage. My stomach tightens and I feel a stirring from down under.
A slam echoes in the house. We both jump backwards from each other just in time as my eyes land on my father quickly approaching us.
"Oh, Hello father," I say too fast as I press down my dress.
"Isabella…. Mary Alice," He nods before looking away. "I'll talk to you when you are done socializing." Father walked away leaving us to tame the chaos in our hair and let the blush fades from our cheeks.
Later that night when Mary Alice has departed back to her own home I went towards Father's study.
"Hello father," I spoke up stirring him from his ledger.
The thing about father is he became a cold man once mother died. In 1902 the night I was born the doctor put me in my mother's arms. I could feel them grow cold within the minute. I was too hard on my mother and she died with me propped against her chest.
I derive from blue blood. It is lonely at the top of the classification amongst the world. I was lucky enough to be allowed to socialize with Mary Alice when clearly they are only middle class. Mary Alice's father is a jeweler and so forth the rich see him as a pet and they accept him into their class on occasions.
"Isabella why must you tramp around with that girl."
"Mary Alice causes no harm father, but to your image that is stuck in your head."
"You are right she does taint our image."
"If our image is tainted then it is only tainted by the worst and clearly the dreadful, ghastly taint is only you, yourself father."
"She is a witch sent by the devil only to drown you in sin so you can end up in hell! Your poor dead mother would be turning in her grave if only she knew." His fist hit the oak desk before he makes himself stand.
"Know what father? That her daughter is in love with someone who dares to hold her close to her own heart?"
A thud resonated in the air. My right cheek stings. I know it is bright red and the possibility that his hand left an outline on my face. Embarrassed by the situation father grips his jacket fixing a bunch in it. He turns around unable to look at what he has done. "Be ready for church in the morning Isabella."
"I know you are ashamed and I am tremendously sorry but I gamble that mother would have never been ashamed of our love. After all she was forbidden to you once before."
1918 Biloxi, Mississippi.
"Isabella I swear I had another vision last night," Mary Alice looks at me weary as she speaks. I couldn't tell if it was due to the fact of what she had just confessed to more or due the fact that I was making her uncomfortable in public. We were in the local village market taking a stroll next to the vendors. Our fingers intertwined with one another. We were taking a risk flaunting ourselves in front of the town folk. Mostly commoners were here at this time of day. The same kind of commoners that like to viscously spread rumors about my dear Mary Alice. It does not surprise me to hear how the witch is tempting the great daughter of Mr. Whitmore.
Out of nowhere I heard a calling. "Come one. Come all. I have rare items from across the land. Hidden treasures unlocked from the past. May you be an adventurer or may you be a collector. The items I sell at a low price can and will be yours."
"Look Mary Alice I wonder what all this can be?" I drag her to the vendor. He resided in a carriage drawn by horses. The back of the carriage opens up to reveal a secret shelf full of trinkets.
"Isabella," Mary Alice hisses at me. "These are only for fools. They probably don't work, just mere junk."
"Now dear wonderful Mary Alice you are starting to sound like the people who speak about you."
Mary Alice frowns upon my jeer. "Don't frown love. You never know who might be falling in love with your smile." Quickly I smooch the side of her face near her eye. Her cheeks flooded with bright red volume. How I enjoy seeing the red meet her cheeks. "Now let's go check out those mere junk."
Her smile graced her lips. My eyes lingered on her plump bottom lip. I bit on my own just thinking about how delicious and tempting she looked right there in that street.
Our adventure reemerged towards the vender in the horse drawn carriage. We peered at his items while his deep voice bellow out. His suit was dark to cover up any dirt upon it. Of what you could see of his hair that was hidden under a hat was slat and pepper color. It reached around his face forming a rough beard. The trinkets were nothing outstanding. It had the common crystal balls, monkey foot, daggers and other such. He had rings upon rings and other gems but what stood out to my eye was this one necklace.
The chain was dark like charcoal metal. The chain leads to the eye of the necklace, which was a small pocket watch that fit nicely in the palm of your hand. The front of it was the same type of dark metal as the chain. The view window has a tribal cut out where you can see the amethyst in the window. The back of the watch had a large tree design to it. It held bare branches weeping but full of life. Etches of the tree rub against my fingers. I am delighted with the feel of it. I click open the watch by the black button at the top. Inside the face is bright white as if made out of bone. The numbers just as any clock line up in the circle. They stood out against the blinding white back ground forth they were black as night. The base of the hands is detailed in a pattern like vines looking for something to grab a hold of. The same goes for the arrowed hands themselves.
"Try it on and see how it feels young beauty." The vendor leers down at us.
"I am not sure about that."
"No harm in seeing how it feels against your neck. Maybe it belongs there. Go on young lass try it."
The necklace is place around my neck. The pocket watch lies neatly in between my bosoms. A ticking whispers in my ears as if time is winding up.
"Isabella? Hello I am talking to you Isabella." I shake my head being pulled back to the present by Mary Alice's voice.
"Apology. I did not mean to get lost in thought."
"Young ladies I do believe that this necklace has found its rightful owner." He winks at me.
"Well it seems that it has indeed. How much?"
"It is a present to you. Think nothing of it. I have a feeling it will come in handy some day towards the future."
Later that evening we rendezvous at the back of my manor.
The necklace rest lightly against my bosoms, it has not moved since it has been placed there. The metal felt cool against my skin. "Isabella are you sure that it is safe," Mary Alice whispers.
"Yes the old coot is too busy with his nose in that leather ledger. Now tell me about your vision darling." I brush the long hair out of Mary Alice's face and ending the action with keeping my hand against her cheek. I could feel her push against my hand as her own grip mine to assure that it would stay against her flesh.
"I saw my mother's death by a stranger's own hand."
"Have you told her?"
"Of course I did. She believes me. My aunt still thinks I cursed poor Samuel. At last that is also why my mother heeds my warning. We keep Cynthia in the dark about such topics."
"We will get through this Mary Alice."
"Tonight can we just think about us and once the morning comes focus on mother."
I lean in towards her letting her scent evade my noses. She smelled sweet and I couldn't get enough of her. Pressing my lips against her soft ones we allowed each other to get lost in the moment.