Sweet Serendipity
Chapter Twenty-Nine : Blinding Hate

A. Brandon

He came and fed from her daily. His hands traveled and he bit her everywhere, and after the first time Alice couldn't stop the tears. She hated herself for being so weak. But her body had given up on itself. She was thankful it wasn't changing and she hadn't soiled herself, but as terrible as it was, she knew she would have in fear at the knowing of what was to come and what each day brought. After about a month, or at least what felt like one, the days and nights folded into each other. Alice didn't care what happened, or what was happening. The tears had stopped falling, and Alice forgot what her voice sounded like. It felt like she'd forgotten what happiness and light was. Like everything bright and brilliant in her life had been sucked from her body and soul, and left not even an inkling of a spark was left.

After the first few days Alice gave up on the hope of being rescued. Her once hopeful dreams of a blonde gorgeous hero coming to save her turned into restless nightmares. Nightmares that turned every happy thought or memory she had into a screaming night terror. Samuel and the woman that accompanied him enjoyed her pain. She loved to watch him feed from Alice, then step on her fingers, or her toes and listen to the bones crack. Alice had a numbing pain that overtook her arms and legs, one that she'd learned to live with. She'd given up trying to move, her back ached from the stiff coldness, and she couldn't even handle the food to get to her mouth because of her shattered hands.

Alice could feel the insanity creeping in. She'd watched it happen to her mother, only under different circumstances. Alice had watched her succumb to the fear and the horror that weren't there, that she saw only in her dreams, and the impossibility of it all. Alice could feel her sanity slipping away from her because of the horrors that were real.

Her loss of hope was deafening. It made her sick to her stomach, but she had nothing to puke out, so she was forced to fall into a comatose state every time Samuel left, if only to try and save the last remaining life she had left within her.

She hated Jasper Whitlock.

She hated that he pulled her into this world.

That he exposed her to these torments.

Alice knew what she had to do.

Alice had to survive.

She had to live, and get out of here.

She had to regain her strength, and when she got out. She was going to make them change her. She was going to find someone from their world and make them change her into everything she despised. Then, she was going to rip Samuel and all his followers apart.

And when she finished that... When Samuel and all his other bastards were gone.

She was going to kill Jasper Whitlock.

She was going to sever his head from his shoulders, and kill him.

Even if it killed her.

"My beautiful Alice. How are you today?" His voice met her ears before she even knew he was there. But she was so tired, too tired to open her eyes. It was better if she never saw him coming anyways... it meant that she couldn't watch and wait for the pain to come. It would just hit her. The duration would be shorter, and that meant something. That meant the torture wouldn't last as long, it was the only thing that got her through their time together. "Still not talking are we darling?" he questioned as Alice evened out her breathing and let her eyes stay shut.

The cool finger that traced her face and throat had since stopped surprising her when it happened. It was a favorite method of Samuel. He enjoyed watching her squirm under him, enjoyed her discomfort, so the fact she could now deny him that pleasure some how made the struggle of keeping her sanity about her only the slightest amount easier. "Alice..." he whispered in her ear as his lips fell down to her neck, so soft and sultry... but she wasn't stupid. She knew what was coming next. The pain, the aggressive feeding that was so unlike the Major's Alice felt as if she had stepped from one world into another. Like they were two completely different animals.

But she knew the facts.

They were all the same.

All the monsters.

All of them were the same.

The prick didn't hurt as much as it did when he first fed from her, but her bruised and battered neck that had many tears in the flesh burned at his touch, and killed her as she barely winced against the added pain.

Alice knew she would never fully recover. Her hands were immobile, and she couldn't see herself walking for a very long time after the shattered bones in her feet.

The woman vampire loved breaking her feet the most. Loved hearing the little bones crack and splinter under her ice-cold strength more than anything.

Alice knew it was because she loved the agony in her eyes. No so much for the pain of the break. But the repercussions that followed.

Alice would never dance on her feet again. No matter how long it took, no matter how well her feet healed. She would never dance the same as she had before.

And that killed her more than anything.

Alice felt the dimmed lights within her head slowly fading out with the more blood Samuel took from her. Not enough to kill her, but always enough to knock her out. It was when she passed out Alice realized that Samuel's hands liked to explore her young body. Soft and warm compared to his icy cold touch. The thought made her sick. To be so violated and disrespected by someone... but she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't force her body to move when this happened, and even if she wanted to, she would have been no match for the vampire anyway.

Alice tried to pretend it wasn't happening. That she wasn't here, stuck here. Trapped... with Satan as her only companion. She tried to take herself from the cellar where they kept her. Tried to remember what warmth felt like... or food.

Too many times Alice pictured her family. Christmas. God did she ever used to excite over Christmas. It was her favorite time of the year. The chill from the snowy air outside when they traveled up to Michigan to see family. The Christmas tree, and the smell of pine. The warmth from the fire, and the sweet taste it left in the air. Hot chocolate... her favorite thing in the world at Christmas. And presents. She loved opening presents, and warm pajamas with little elves and mistletoe on them. She loved spending Christmas with her family. Arguing over who got to open the first present, and gift shopping for her relatives. Alice used to save for months to buy presents. She'd decided one ear she enjoyed buying and wrapping presents more than she liked getting her own.

With that, she remembered her mom. Her adopted mom. How she did everything she could to make each and every Christmas as memorable as the one before. And how her dad tried every year to make eggnog, but always failed and turned back to Bailey's as a christmas drink instead. She remembered her mother's refusal to do any holiday baking without sherry, and all the picky foods she'd do on Christmas Eve and everyone would have a big feast. She remember how even at 16, she'd made Alice set out cookies for Santa, and carrots for the 'reindeer'.

Her warmed thoughts were interrupted by a blinding pain as Alice's eyes opened grogily at the loss of Samuel's tearing teeth on her neck. The sensation of a visual aide impairing her in the slightest as a burst of light emerged from the far corner of the cellar. The sun blinding Alice as her eyes clenched shut instinctively against the cruel rays that pierced her eyes and sent pounding aches through her head.

Animalistic roars were ricocheting off the walls of the cellar, and Alice struggled to focus with the interrupting blackness that hit her on and off for what seemed like hours.

Soon enough, the screaming and screeching and metal-shearing sounds died down and Alice was left alone in the darkness and silence again. Her eyes still stung from the light, and she refused to open her eyes no matter how curious she was. And to be quite honest, she was just too exhausted to now.

"Alice?" the voice broke and cracked, almost if they were choking out her name. And Alice tried not to shudder at the sound of the voice. She knew that voice, she'd know it anywhere, but she couldn't respond. She couldn't remember how too. She hadn't made a sound in what seemed like forever, she forgot what it felt like, or how to make any noise. So she just sat in silence, eyes closed. Reeling in pain and nauseous dizziness. "It's alright Alice... It's all gonna be alright darlin'. I'm gonna get ya outta here..." the voice cooed as she felt cool arms ghost over her body as they slipped under her arms and knees, meaning to lift her.

But the second the Major brought her into her arms, Alice remembered exactly how to use her voice.

All she remembered it the most chilling blood curdling scream of her life before the world faded into another pain-induced black abyss.

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