Here is the first actual chapter and thank you for your reviews. :)
A/N~ GOSH! Once more, I basically abandoned this account for I don't know how long...Yeah, I once again have a different account, and was looking at old stories. I read the prequel to this and what I had for this one...the ending of the other one is so sad! :( I couldn't bare not finishing this. *sigh* Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter One
Alice sat up sleepily, the thin blankets around her falling down onto her lap. She closed her eyes, and ran her hands through her messy black hair. She briskly wiped her hands over her eyes, and dropped them away from her face. Alice turned and looked out the window behind her bed. Her view was directly into the nighttime forest. She shoved open the curtains and gazed through the glass.
Her eyes were red and puffy from the tears she had cried through her dreams. She sat and stared, and jumped when the bedroom door creaked open. Her sister, Megan, walked in carrying a tray with blood-orange juice and eggs. Alice turned back around, her back against the headboard of the bed.
Megan gave her a small smile, and neatly placed the tray on Alice's lap, and sat next to her. "So," Megan said softly, "It's been so long since I saw you. And that was when..."
"You left?" Alice finished flatly, using the fork to shovel a mouthful of eggs into her mouth. They sat in silence for a few minutes while Alice ate and sipped at her juice.
"You know," Megan murmured, "I left because I...had to. I couldn't take it anymore."
"Well," Alice snapped, "You could've brought me with you, instead of just leaving me there alone with him."
Again, they were silent. "You know, I just want to put all of this in the past and move on. I'm sorry. Can we please be sisters now, and...be friends?"
"Okay," Alice whispered. They sat in silence as she finished up her breakfast, then Megan left the room with the dishes. Alice dropped her head into her arms, but all her tears were gone. She had cried them all; that was how it seemed. Her throat felt sore and and her head was hurting. She didn't think that things could become much worse.
She heaved a sigh, and finally decided to get up. She climbed out of the bed, and stretched out in the pool of moonlight that filled her room. She walked over to the dresser at the other end of the room, and pulled out some clean clothes.
She picked out a simple long-sleeved red shirt and some black skinny jeans. Before she got dressed, she moved the curtains back to cover the window. She quickly dressed into the clothes, then flung away the billowy fabric of the curtains. She grabbed her brush and brushed through her tangled black hair.
Alice took in a deep breath and gazed out the window. She looked out at the stars up in the sky, and wondered what Dracula was doing. She wondered if had woken yet, and if he was thinking of her. She wondered how he was handling her departure, and wondered if she should never have left. But she told herself that it had to be done.
She closed her eyes, but all she could see in her mind was his face, and it hurt to much. So, opening her eyes once more, she pushed it all to the farthest corners of her mind. She turned around and walked out of her new bedroom, walking down the long hallway and turning into the main room. There, her sister Megan was lounging casually on the couch, a mug in her hands, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.
Alice walked silently over and sat beside her on the couch. Megan glanced over, but didn't say anything. Finally, after a couple minutes of silence, Megan asked her gently, "What happened? Why did you come looking for me?"
Alice gulped, and bit her lip. She knew she had to answer her sister eventually, she couldn't just keep avoiding the question forever. Alice took a deep breath, and began with, "Well, you see, I fell in love."
Megan turned off the T.V., and turned to face Alice with interest. "Then, I...zinged. And he was amazing...absolutely perfect. His daughter was sweet too, and I was her maid of honor...And the wedding was amazing too. Dracula...that was his name...he had a wife, and, of course, they had zinged. And everyone knows that once you zing, you can never ever love again...not truly. I...It was too much. The night after the wedding, I left...I left a note for him, and...I..." She broke off, her voice cracking, and tears slipping from her eyes.
Before she knew it, she was crying again, her head in her hands. And Megan scooted closer to her, moving Alice's head on to her shoulder. She ran her hand over her hair, smoothing it down. Alice closed her eyes and kept weeping. "Shh..." Megan whispered, continuing to comfort her, "I think you need some rest. I'll make you some tea. There, there, I'll bring a pillow and blanket, you can lay down and watch something."
Alice nodded numbly, wiping away her tears, and watching her sister rush into the room and bring out a pillow and a blanket. She settled her head down on the pillow and let Megan bring the blanket over her. She looked at the television screen, not really paying attention to the show.
Why did I leave? she thought, I should have stayed...why didn't I stay? Drac... Then she closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
When Alice opened her eyes again, she realized it had only been a couple of minutes. Megan was just walking over with a steaming cup of tea. Alice sat up and took it from her, blowing air over the top to try ad cool it down. Soon, Megan sat down beside her. "So, you left just because of that? Did you love him?"
Alice flinched. "Of course I loved him. I still love him...more than anything. I don't know...but I can't go back now."
Megan's eyes glinted with sympathy. "Do you want to go back?"
Alice shrugged, and heaved a breath before answering, "Of course I want to go back. But, like I said, I can't. He probably hates me now. It would only hurt him more."
Megan sighed, and said to her, "I will only tell you to do what you believe is right. However, if you still love him, there is one thing to do; go to him. Now, get some rest, drink your tea, and try not to think about it." She patted Alice on the back and left the room.
So Alice sat sipping her tea, pondering what she had said..."However, if you still love him, there is one thing to do; go to him." She knew she loved Dracula, but how could she go back, after leaving and writing that note? He would surely hate her...She sat there until she finished the tea, then sat in silence, wanting to sleep but unable to.
