You all know i'm not Stephenie Meyer. Of course! Get that out of the way...
I am basically addicted to spinning my own stories using already-developed characters. This is my third story now--and i am really excited for this one! I was inspired by the song 'Thinking of You' by Katy Perry. I was watching the music video when i came up with this idea. I will probably end up telling you every update the chapter's inspiation, so be prepared for that. (BUT Katy's song is what bilt this WHOLE story) Music junkie over here! So...please review and enjoy!
I bit down on my knuckle to keep from screaming. He truly terrified me, and I had never known such a fear--in this life or the last. His smirked down at me--right through the blonde man named Carlisle and past Edward, the bronze haired boy similar in age to myself. I could literally feel my eye lids widen and reveal my prickly white orbs.
His skin was abnormally pale--like parchment, and it looked just as fragile. I wished it was, but I knew this was untrue. His nose was perfectly angular…but in this situation it looked frighteningly pointed and harsh, like the thick angry charcoal strokes on a flimsy surface. It dominated, like the rest of his features. His cheekbones were oddly pointed, his chin shaped like a triangle. It would so often jut out in arrogance and iciness. I shuddered once more.
His hair was jet black and cropped into sharp spikes. The hair above his unnaturally smooth forehead was short and bristly, and the hair was longer--down to the nape of his neck in the back. His hair was always so ropy and dirty looking, and it hung like something dead. This was rather odd for a vampire, for we usually had gorgeous hair. He actually encouraged the idea of rubbing dirt into his hair. It was snapped back in a little twig ponytail holder. It was like a tiny tail growing from his head. It was such a gruesome thought, yet highly likely.
Then, he spoke.
"Ah. You've found our little Alice for us."
I trembled uncontrollably on the dirt, gasping for air I didn't need.
He clapped his papery hands together and rubbed them, causing brittle friction. He was coming closer.
I reached out with my other arm--to the blonde woman. I snatched her hand that hung a her side limply. She stumbled for a moment in shock at my desperate and terrified motion. She turned her face a quarter turn back to glance down at me--surely I looked like some sort of cavewoman, sitting there in the dirt with bare feet and muddy hair and ratty dress.
I could feel the dirt clay from the ground cooling and drying in caked clusters on my cheeks and ankles. I didn't let go of her hand. Her hair was billowy and silver under the faint light, and I took one moment to marvel at her. Her beautiful lips turned down in a pitiful grimace at me, but she did not release my grimy little hand. She must value my sanity.
Esme pulled me close, too, as if to remind my that I had her whole family looking out for her. Carlisle began to speak, I now noticed, to address my own personal Satan, standing across the clearing. "Is this young lady part of your coven?" he asked calmly.
I began to feel even more terrified--would he let them take me away? I prayed not. I actually prayed that the horrid vampire chasing me would die tonight. I would breathe in the smoke from the fire burning his carcass like it was incense. I kept chanting in my head, wishing to see him die.
"Why did she get away from you?" Carlisle inquired politely, but I froze in fear for what this nightmare figure would do to the kind blonde doctor. I could tell that my pursuiter was mulling over the idea of taking this question as a polite version of "Why can't you keep your eye on a little nuisance like this?"
The black haired demon bit his lip, then broke into a gruesome smile, baring all of his gums. I knew they'd be black with decay if we vampires could have such body parts become unruly. I hated that his gums were bright pink, like a friendly neighbor. It was like he lied every time he opened his mouth. I squeezed the blonde's hand and clutched Esme's dress.
"She is a troublesome little thing, you see. We'll just return her to the forest where she belongs. She gets a little frightened when we leave it." His soft voice prodded. It felt like needles in my ears, popping my eardrums with dread. I could feel my fingernails through the dress--digging savagely into my palms. Making holes there. I didn't care.
"Why is she important to your coven?" Carlisle asked, and I could immediately tell that the tall, white, paper-faced monster was impatient now. He frowned, his brow furrowing menacingly.
"Don't you ask me about the privacy of my coven, sir." he snarled. I shrank back in utter fear, but the Cullens didn't budge. Especially not Carlisle. In his shoes, I would have been quiet and gone to the back of the pack before getting killed. Carlisle smiled delicately.
"I'm sorry if you took offense."
"Hand her over. I'm not here to play games with you." The bloodthirsty vampire snarled. Carlisle looked away, but not nervously--more like it was an awkward situation. Maybe he was trying to think of a plan…I wished he was. I wanted so badly for them to rescue me from this demon's clutches. Finally, Carlisle began to speak again. My eyes flashed from him to the chaser.
"I don't think we'll be able to do that. I can see there is more bothering her than the forest." His voice was level and calm. I gasped sharply when the tall vampire crouched and snarled. It sounded like his throat was a garbage disposal--grinding air and feeding on my fear.
His eyes widened to reveal white all around his scarlet irises. I felt my joints gradually stiffen and freeze unpleasantly. He crouched so low that his gangly arms lowered…his long corpse fingers whispered on the brown dirt. His shoulders hunched over, and he was peering up at Carlisle with an unfaltering fury.
Carlisle didn't move, to my amazement. I'd already be a few miles away by now if I were him. The threatening face turned at us twisted into a horrific mask--his lip curved to snarl cruelly, and his brow furrowed to reveal only the blood red drops beneath his ink-black eyebrows. His teeth caught the light and made me twitch impulsively. The pointed ends clicked against each other as he silently gnashed his jaws--a vice I found of his while with him. When he was feeling angry or threatened, he's clamp his teeth open and close rhythmically. It terrified me, personally.
"She is ours! Hand her over now and we will let you run off." He growled so his words were disoriented in the gravelly pitch. At that moment, his followers appeared in the light. I knew them so well, yet I wished I could pry their faces from my brain. Yet, now, they seemed like a blur. They were shoved there, uncomforting, blurry and toxic.
The first henchman of his was tall and rather skinny compared to the rest of us--even the vampire named Edward, who was exceptionally thin from afar. I was relieved to see my protector's bulging tendons and firm muscles the closer I came, however. This skinny, lanky vampire had longish dishwater blonde hair. It fell over his bare shoulders in ropy strands, covering in a layer of dirt now. I was shocked to see he had four long jagged cuts on his face.
They looked relatively new, and radiated pain. They roamed cleanly over his nose and barely missed either eyes. He didn't wear a shirt, though; I couldn't understand why he enjoyed showing off his scars. He had a couple deep gnashes on his chest. They were healing, of course--I supposed they wouldn't be considered scars if they wouldn't stay. They were purple and bluish inside the ivory lips of skin, gaped open. His skin was blindingly white in the darkness. His eyes burned scarlet, too. I shivered. His name was Lee.
The other looked more threatening. He always had been ever since I first met him. However, I could probably say he was the kindest…at least I though he was. I could hardly remember him ever being around.
He had similar hair to the terrifying commander--spiky yet a shade lighter. He didn't have the long hair in back, though. It was sort of like a hedge on his head, clipped and trimmed well. Even now it was spotless. I wondered about that--I was here in the dirt splattered in clay dirt and his coven also had dust caked over their hair. His gleamed like marble in the light he stepped into. He wore a long sleeved navy shirt over his broad torso--but one sleeve was completely gone up to his mid-forearm.
I noticed that the Cullen named Emmett closely resembled him. They both had dark hair and huge intimidating builds. I hoped Emmett would be good against my pursier and his followers...but maybe show the big one mercy. Even now he did not look comfortable. This large and beautiful vampire was named Perry, which I never thought quite fit him. I never told anyone this, for I recalled their leader would mind me saying so-- he'd snap at me for making such smart remarks. Perry seemed like he'd only hurt me under his leader's commands, and even then I'd see the regret and apology in his eyes.
I was dissecting them all with my eyes…in some sort of trance…when the leader snarled and launched himself at Carlisle. I shrieked.
In that moment--those nanoseconds, I saw someone I'd thought of so meaningfully once…a long time ago.
I could barely remember a time I wasn't enslaved. It was when I was free did I think of that vampire…the blonde one from my visions. I recalled waking up in the bleak darkness, on wet cobblestones of the asylum. I'd been so confused and scared…all alone in the blackness, when a vibrant image popped into my head. That only confused me more, but I was awed by the picture painted inside my mind.
It was a vampire--a beautiful one with wavy blonde hair and a serious face. I remembered he had some sort of odd scars--I recalled figuring out what they could possibly be caused from. I remembered being horrified by the thought, but now I couldn't remember a thing about his ravaged skin. Maybe it was burn marks. That seemed close.
I had seen him walk into a diner, the room lit with warm yellows and white candles burning. I remember being amazed by the clarity of the vision and knowing it meant something. I had set out to find this beautiful man. Philadelphia--that's where I ventured. I remembered that much. Mostly because that was the state I was imprisoned in.
Now I saw his face in perfect clarity as the first time. It turned my attention away from the massacre about to ensue.
It was him…in the dim moonlight. I couldn't see his face, I could only pick out the huge glowing moon, yet I knew it was him. I saw his wavy hair quivering the chilled breeze, and his neck cock towards the sky. Then it vanished from my mind, and I felt like weeping.
I missed his glorious face in my mind, but ever since I was taken away from my mission to locate him, I hadn't seen him. He hadn't visited my mind, though I yearned for it, relying on it to help me through hard times. That must've been why I had forgotten him. I tried to retrieve the shattered image in my brain before I came crashing back to reality--and I knew my tormentor would be reaching Carlisle by now. Either one could be struggling against being torn to ribbons.
As the edges of the vibrant memory were soaked with the dark blue of night around me, I did let out a sharp cry of pain. All those nights I'd spent at that diner, hoping and wishing for him to arrive… useless now. I realized I didn't even remember his name.
I am very excited about this story. I think it will be an entertaining new story to Alice's life. Please review! PLEASEPLEASE i always say this, but: Reviews inspire me to crank out more chapters, and hopefully i have some followers by now! :D
