-1a/n: I do not claim any affiliation with Stephenie Meyer or the Twilight Series. Please R&R.
I must have passed out again because I woke up to freezing hands on my shoulders. It had been so long since I felt another humans hand on my skin; I forgot how wonderful it had felt.
But these hands…they were too cold to be human. No, they were not human at all. They were something all together different. They were colder than ice and hard as stone.
"Alice?" The familiar voice spoke softly, uncertain. It was a heavenly sound.
I opened my eyes only to shut them again quickly. My room was lit up like day; it was so bright that it hurt my eyes.
When I closed my eyes, I saw myself running through a forest at lightening speed, holding the hand of a strange man. You're free now, the man said. It was my savior's voice. The voice that was now calling me back to reality.
"Alice, open your eyes, sweetheart." I listened to the sweet voice and opened my pale blue eyes just a crack. He must have closed the door a little because, though my room was still lighter than I was used to, it wasn't quite so harsh.
I looked at his face, and it was just as perfect at his voice. His beautiful eyes were a pale shade of crimson, a color that I figured was altered by the lack of light in my room. His face was pale white, almost translucent. I brought my hands to his face and touched his eyes and cheeks, then traced his pale, pink lips. His skin felt like marble under mine. His eyes were filled with love and gratitude.
"You're finally awake." He smiled.
I went to speak, but he quickly put his long finger to my lips. "Shh… Don't speak." I looked at him, confused for a second, but his eyes told me that everything would be explained in due time.
For the first time since I woke up, I looked around my room. It was small and cramped and dark. There were no windows, only a small, thirty watt light bulb hanging from the high ceiling, to light the damp room. In one corner, there was a mattress and in the other a small table with one chair. On the floor were 3 trays of half eaten food. Had I been sleeping for three whole days?
As if reading my thoughts, my savior answered my question. "Yes, luckily you slept through it all." He chuckled, looking at the trays. "It looks like the mice had a feast." He paused, looking me over once. He got up and walked to the door and looked out. "Come." He whispered.
I did as he said. Something about him, and about what I had seen when I closed my eyes, told me that this was my escape. I had always been able to perceive what was going to happen, but never had I had a premonition so clear.
I went to walk past him and out the door, but he put his hand out to stop me. "Hold on."
I paused. "What?"
"You're too obvious."
"Huh?"
"You attract too much attention to yourself." With this, he pulled out a sharp blade from his pocket and stepped behind me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, curious.
"Just making you a little less conspicuous." He grabbed my long black hair around the middle and cut it. I cried out as I watched the long, beautiful, straight locks fall to the floor around me. He continued to cut until my hair was as short as a boys. Very uncommon for a girl of my age to have such short hair. "Now, on my back." He whispered. I looked at him confused, so he picked me up easily and threw me onto his back. I knew that I wasn't heavy, I was actually a fairly small girl, but he didn't seem to notice that I weighed anything at all.