The pounding ended with a blood-curdling shriek. The pounding started again and was even harder this time. The door began to fall off the hinges. I huddled into Harris' chest. A loud slam filled the room and a growl made me whimper.
"Let her go, boy. She's mine!" the man snarled at Harris.
"No, James! I won't let you!" Harris retorted. Just as he said that, he scooped be up and blasted through my barred window. We fell for what looked like 20 feet, until Harris landed perfectly on his own feet. Harris barley paused before he began to run to the back of the asylum. We reached to back in record time. He placed me down on my feet. He handed me a sheet of desk stationary.
"Alice, I need you to go to this group home. Ask for Estella. Tell her that Harris sent you. She will clean you up." Harris explained. I stuffed the paper into my dress pocket. Cleaned up? I thought.
"Dear, this is very hard for me to ask you, but I need to change you into a vampire. It's the only way to save you." Harris said.
"What…? Harris? Why can't I run away?" I asked timidly.
"We have no time, he will find you, Alice dear. Please, I can't stand to see you die the way so many have. Please!" Harris pleaded. I thought hard.
"Yes, Harris." I said quietly. He gathered me into a hug. Before I knew it, His cold lips were on mine. He pulled away and stroked my cheek.
"I love you." He whispered. Tears formed in my eyes. I hugged him.
"Thank you," I responded. Sadness filled his eyes as he brought his lips to my neck. His cool breath tickled my neck. He bit gently into my jugular vein. Pain filled my body as he bit slightly harder. Tears poured from my eyes. We stood there until we were interrupted by the man who broke down my cell door.
"Ah, Harris got to you before me." He said. Harris released me. I fell like Raggedy Ann to the floor. I dragged myself to a safe hiding spot. I could barely make out what they were saying, but I saw then lounge at each other. I suddenly felt a scorching burn rip throughout my body. I screamed in fearful agony as the fiery pain blasted thought my body. I passed out cold, for the pain was too much for me to bear.
A loathsome burn awakened me. I felt slightly disoriented. I looked down at piece of a broken mirror. I was somehow beautiful, with horrific ruby eyes. I dragged my body from my hiding place. Then the most tantalizing scent washed over me. I turned around, and Cecil, was standing 10 feet away, smoking a cigarette. The burn ravaged my senses and a new instinct to kill Cecil filled my soul. An unexpected snarl ripped from my throat.
" Miss Brandon! What are you doing here? Get back to your cell immediately!" Cecil shouted. I ignored him; I just kept walking towards my prey.
" Miss Brandon! I'm warning you!" He continued. His yelling didn't faze me one bit. If he calls my name one more time, I swear... I thought.
"Miss Brandon..." That did it. I stopped in my tracks. I inhaled hard. I looked him straight in the eyes.
"Don't you Miss Brandon me," I whispered loudly. With my soul in flames, I charged at him, tackling him to the ground. I ripped at his throat, sucking the red blood straight from the veins. His blood tasted better than any morsel of food I have ever had in my lifetime. I kept drinking until the harsh ache in my throat subsided. I felt relief spread throughout my body. I searched his body for money, but found a box of matches and a flask of bourbon. Then I got and idea. I emptied the flask on his body and struck a match. I dropped the match onto the bourbon. His body lit up like a wildfire. I heard shouting coming from the other end of the alleyway. I ran away from the mob of guards to an abandoned store. I felt a slight weight in my pocket. I pulled out a sheet of stationary. The note read:
Darling,
If you have received this, then I have saved you. Please go to the Woman's House on Main Street, you can't miss it.
I love you. I hope you are safe.
Harris Nelson Montgomery, Mississippi State Reformatory
I gasped as the image of Harris clouded my mind. Empty sobs heaved from my body. After I calmed myself, I saw a clear vision of a large limestone house. I looked across the street and saw a sign for Main Street. I ran down the road, and the limestone house materialized from the night murk. I cautiously walked up the concrete steps, timidly knocking on the door. A skinny, Hispanic looking girl in a lilac nightgown answered.
"Who are you?" She asked in a smug tone, a Spanish accent clouding her words.
"I was told to come here...I'm Alice." I said. She rolled her eyes.
"Come in.," she replied. She opened the door. I shuffled in. The house was quite grand for a woman's home.
"Thank you... um..."
"Kristina. Wait here." She said. She shouted for a woman named Estella. The name seemed vaguely familiar. A tall, matronly, woman with her blonde hair pulled into a tight bun, came sauntering down the dominant stairwell. A hoard of young woman followed her. She gasped when she saw me.
"Marianne, Kristina! Take her upstairs! You other girls, scram!" she shouted in a stern Russian accent.
"Hello, darling what's your name?" Estella asked as Marianne and Kristina guided me up the stairs.
"I'm a Alice, Harris Montgomery sent me..."
"Ahh, Harris... Well, darling, you came to right place, we'll take great care of you." She reassured.
