A/N I am Stephanie Meyer. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE! No, but seriously, I don't own Twilight.
Book of the update: The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy
P.S. Alice has been at the asylum for almost a year now; I just didn't want to put boring chapters of nothing for a whole year….
Chapter 7
The door opens and I look up in surprise. Dr. Kenneth just left, he shouldn't be back again. But as the person steps into the light, I see that it isn't Dr. Kenneth at all. It's a man with greasy-looking brown hair hanging limply on his forehead, and the most frightening eyes I have ever seen: protruding veins surrounding blood-red irises. When he spoke, his voice sounded strained and tight. "Ms. Brandon, I am here to escort you to your new room."
My brow scrunched in confusion. "New room? What's wrong with this one?"
He gave me a tight and fake smile. "Someone has reported a rat in this room, and we don't want you to get hurt."
"There's no rat in here. I would have heard it."
"Your mental health is unstable; you cannot know if what you see, hear, or even feel is real or just a figment of your distorted mind."
"I'm not insane." I know that I'm not. I just know. Something about this man makes me feel unsafe and wary.
"Let's go, Ms. Brandon." when he reaches out to grab me, I instinctively resist, but the strength of his hand hurts so bad on my arm that I have to give in. As we walk into the hall, I look at the arm that he is holding; already I can see a purplish bruise forming there. I look at the man, a new fear in my eyes. I speed up my walk, not wanting to fall behind and have my arm hurt again.
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We walk down yet another set of stairs, but I didn't dare complain; I only made that mistake once. My right arm now has a matching bruise with my left. The walls are gradually getting dirtier and cobwebbierthe deeper we walk. We finally stop at the very last set of stairs and end up in some sort of basement. "Is…is this my new room?" I ask tentatively, looking around. There isn't even a bed, and there are rats for sure down here. I turn back once more and almost scream as I see the man standing less than an inch away from me, eyes dilated and nostrils flaring. His mouth is twitching and a horrifying smile creeps onto his pale face, showing off pearly white teeth that seem to have a bit sharper canines….I try to back away, but strong arms close around my wrists, and all I can do is scream for help and hope somebody hears.
A. /N I wasn't too sure if Stephanie Meyer's vampires had fangs or not…I forgot….