Updating more often then usual.... Hmm. I must be really UN-busy. I mean, I'm ahead in school, and if that keeps up, you'll get more and more updates from me! Especially on this story, because I really love it. I don't own! Laterrr. Chapter 4:
Alice
Crying will do you no use! A voice inside me said. I sniffed again, because I had actually shed tears. It felt nice to just have the water running down your cheeks. I broke apart from Jasper, but he held my hand firmly. I walked over to Mary's bedside. She was passed out cold, but there was a note on her nightstand with my name on it. It read:
Alice.
You have reached frame 18
Please proceed through the hallways and back outside. You will know where to go from there.
Your Loving Other-Half,
Mary
"Your loving other-half. Strangest way to sign off a letter, I'd say." I said. I led Jasper out into the hallways, where we were met by Bella and Nessie. My cheeks were still tear-stained, but they didn't say anything. We walked silently down the hallways and out the door. We stood on the side of the road. There were buildings everywhere. I saw a church. "What a strange place to have a church." Bella commented. I nodded in agreement. We continued up the street until we reached the corner. From there we turned left and down a different road. I did not recognize the name, but it looked familiar. I could see the lighthouse far off to the right. It was getting dark. For me, this was like being human. The only thing was that my heart still didn't beat. Like I was dead. Creepy. "We should find someplace to stay. They look tired." Jasper suggested. I looked over at Bella and Nessie, who were yawning like they hadn't slept in years. "There's a hotel down on the second street to our left, then you go up from there and turn right." I said. Everyone turned to look at me. "Oops." Someone said in my ear. I whirled around to see Mary again, but she was older. "Hi. The hotel I told you about, it's up there, but we have better things to do then sleep. Those two should go though. They look awfully tired." She commented. Nessie nodded and nearly collapsed in her mothers arms. Mary handed them a map and they were off. I looked up at Jasper, careful not to look in his eyes, and I asked if he would like to go as well. "Where you go, I go." He said. Mary shrugged, and started off. I walked beside her, with Jasper at my side. Mary leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Is he always like this?" She asked. "No." I whispered back. "He's following you around like a lost puppy!" She stated. I shrugged, not sure what to say. "What frame are we in?" I asked Mary. "I can't tell you until the frame is over. Cheap, huh?" She told me. I let out a huff and continued.
We arrived at a beach shortly. Mary walked over to where Cynthia was seated in the sand. I sat next to Cynthia, and Jasper sat next to me. Mary rolled her eyes, and sat on the other side of her sister. "Cynthia, do you happen to have a few dollars to spare me?" She asked. "Yes. How much would you like?" Her sister asked in the same polite tone. "Only a few pounds, perhaps twenty?" Cynthia's eyebrows disappeared in her bangs. "Get lost, if all you want is my money!" She shouted. Mary jumped up and cursed at her sister. Cynthia got up and threw a shot at her sister. Her fist just missed Mary's forehead. Mary ducked and kicked out her leg. Cynthia jumped and dashed around to the other side of Jasper. Mary followed after her, and tried yet again to trip her. This time it worked, and Cynthia fell with her head in Jasper's lap. She quickly got up, dusting off her dress. "I do apologize, sir. My sister and I, we have little fights, is all. Nothing serious." She said. Mary rolled her eyes and set off again,and I got up quickly making sure to keep up. I noticed at once that Jasper was not at my side. "Mary! Wait!" I called. She stopped and I turned to see Cynthia and Jasper talking. "You have sad eyes." Cynthia told him. "Do I?" He replied. "Yes. Very sad. Saddest I've seen in a long time. What could make you so depressed?" She asked, and as she said this, her eyes darted to me. When she saw me looking, her eyes went back to Jasper. "I'm not depressed, I've been going through a lot lately, you should learn to mind your manners, also." He said, getting up and jogging over to me. For some reason, I suddenly felt like I was going to cry. Mary also looked the same, as did Cynthia, which meant it could only be coming from Jasper. We all tried to ignore the feeling, but he knew.
Mary let out a breath. "This is no use. No one is to lend us some money." She said. "That's okay." I said. "Here, I know how to get some. Follow me." I said. I walked up to a pretty girl with curly red hair and a white dress. "Hi." I said. She looked at me. "Hello. You look like Mary Brandon. What's your name?" She asked. "The name's Alice. I don't live around here, see, I ran away from my home, because my father abused me." I gestured to my still bloody shirt. The girl let out a gasp. "I haven't any money, and wondered if you could spare some for me to get a meal. I am quite hungry." I said. The girl nodded, reaching into her little bag and pulling out at least one hundred dollars she handed it to me and wished me a good trip. I thanked her and walked back over to Mary and Jasper. "Whoa. Your good at that." Mary commented. "Why thank you," I said. I handed her the money. "Okay. Come along now." We walked down to a little restaurant that was on the corner. Mary pushed open the door and let us in. We walked in and it smelt surprisingly delicious. "Mm. It smells good in here." I said. "Mary Brandon! What are you doing here!?" Someone called. We all looked over to see Mary's father sitting at a table. "Father! I was hungry, see, and I brought some friends! See! I have money!" She exclaimed frantically. "I don't care that you have your own money. You are not supposed to leave the house! Someone might see you, and you know how your mother feels about her reputation!" He yelled. Mary looked at her feet. "Yes father. Won't happen again." She muttered. "That is simply not good enough. Give me the money and come over here." Before going over to her father, Mary whispered to me, "This was frame 4. Follow the dotted line to frame 7." And she walked over to her father. He raised his glass of beer and he brought it smashing across Mary's face, cutting thin lines all over her skin and sending blood flying. The scene froze. I ran out, leaving Jasper and everyone else behind.
Jasper
She ran out, tears trailing behind her. I ran out after her, but she had vanished. "Alice!" I yelled. A little girl came out from around the corner. "Are you looking for the girl with the black hair that's crying?" She asked. I nodded. The girl all but pointed to the direction Alice had taken. I ran off that way. I eventually found her curled up in a ball behind a wire fence. I hopped the fence and sat next to her I held her in my arms until she stopped crying. "Remember when I told you to tell me how you feel, no matter what?" She asked. "Yes. I remember." I told her, her voice and facial expression tearing me apart. "Well, tell me how you feel. Tell me how I'm making you feel." She crawled out of my arms and sprawled out on her back. We were in a gigantic field, where no one would find us. The moon was shining, and her skin seemed to glow in it. She was so beautiful. Like a fallen angel. I wanted her now, because she was so sad and upset that all I wanted to do was make her happy again,let her know that it's not all sorrow and pain. "Tell me how I make you feel." She repeated. "You make me feel unworthy." I said. She tilted her head up a bit to look at me, then decided it wasn't worth it. She let her head hit the ground. "How can I make you feel like that?" She wondered out loud. "You also make me feel things I've never felt before." I told her. "Such as?" She asked, sighing. "Nope, my turn now." I said. I crawled over to her. She stared up at me cautiously, unsure of what I was going to do. "You have to tell me how everything I do to you next makes you feel." I told her. I kissed her lips quickly and pulled away. "How does it make you feel?" I asked. "Like more. I feel like I want more." She said, by now, she had closed her eyes. "Okay." I said. I used my finger to pull up her shirt a bit, lightly touching her skin, revealing her flat stomach. She shuddered under my touch. "Good. It makes me feel so good." She murmured under her breath. I used my finger to trail up the inside of her thigh, up her stomach and around her lips. "Mad." She said. "Why mad?" I whispered. "Because your teasing." She growled. I laughed. "It'll take more teasing for you to get what you want..." I whispered. She sighed and waited impatiently in the long grass. I trailed my lips across hers. "Sssssstop." She hissed. "Stop what? Touching you? Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked her innocently. "No. Touch. Me." She ordered. I placed my hand over her stomach. "No." She whispered angrily. I leaned down near her face and used my tongue to taste her lips. "Mm." I said. "When is it my turn in this game of yours?" She asked. "I suppose it would be fair if you ad your turn now." I murmured. She shot up and pushed me down, sitting on top of me. "It was only a suggestion." I said. "But of course." She said. She used her fingers to tear off my shirt. "That is the only shirt I have." I told her. She shrugged. "Okay. Rules of my turn. I do something, you tell me how it makes you feel." She said. I nodded. She leaned back, as if trying to figure out where to start. She leaned back in and kissed my nose. "Sweet." I answered. She nodded, as if this was a correct answer. She put her hand on my chest, then flipped it over and used her nails to trail down my stomach. It gave me the most amazing feeling. "Indescribable." I said. She nodded, her breath coming out as vapour in the air. She leaned down and gave me butterfly kiss on the cheek. I smiled, and it seemed answer enough for her. "Okay..." She murmured. She leaned down as if she were about to kiss me. She did, and her tongue snaked into my mouth and lingered there, tasting me. She jerked back and watched as my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head with pleasure. "You've had your turn, and now it's mine." I flipped her over and kissed her again with all my passion. Tonight would definitely be one of my favourite memories.
Alice
Woke up around six. I thought when you went to bed late, you woke up late. Odd, I thought. I reached around for my shirt, which thankfully, had not been ripped at all. My jeans were still intact as well, as were Jasper's. He didn't have a shirt though, but not a lot of the men here did. We were somewhere near a farm, I could tell because we were lying in one of those really big fields. We both got dressed and out of the filed before seven. "I'm hungry." I said. Jasper sighed, still overwhelmed a bit about last night. "I said, I'm hungry." I repeated. "Ohh." Jasper said, getting up. He had his pants on, but his shirt lay in ruins next to him. "Where do you want to go for breakfast?" He asked me, giving me a lingering kiss on the lips. I smiled against his lips. "No restaurant will let you in without a shirt." I told him. "Now, who's fault is that?" He pretended to wonder. We hopped over the fence and walked in the direction of the hotel Bella and Nessie were staying in. When we arrived, someone tried to kick Jasper out, but we said we had already checked in, and were with the two girls, Bella and Renesmee. He nodded and we ran up to there room. Jasper knocked on the door and Bella answered it. She took a step back when she noticed Jasper, but she invited us in quickly. Jasper found something to wear in the bathroom. Nessie was still asleep. "What was the clue this time?" Bella asked. "She said follow the dotted line." I told her. Bella's eyes got real wide, and she told me to come and look out her window. When I did, it appeared to be a dotted line of trees leading to the old church that looked haunted. I gulped. "Well, this should be interesting."
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