I own nothing at all. Twilight is own by Stephenie Meyers. Here is Chapter 2 I hope you all are enjoying it!
I lean in towards her letting her scent evade my noses. She smelled sweet and I couldn't get enough of her. Pressing my lips against her soft ones we allowed each other to get lost in the moment.
1919 Biloxi, Mississippi.
"She is a blonde trollop," declared Mary Alice.
"Very funny beautiful. Your father is just looking out for you. You and that adorable little sister of yours need a caretaker. You have no suitors knocking at the door. He must be worried that is all."
"I see none knocking for you either Isabella."
"I can't be bothered. I make them run for the hills."
"Soon your father will be having you run for those same hills if you keep that up."
"What can I say? I only have eyes for you." I causally sip on my tea watching Mary Alice blush.
"I will say she treats Cynthia very well. On the other hand I can't help but feel she is trying to take me out of the family portrait. Father seems exceedingly in high spirits once more."
"Only time will tell how things really are."
Within a fortnight I heard a rapping on my windowpane. It came in quick dull rescissions. I grab the white shawl off the chair wrapping it around my clad body. I made my way towards the glass pressing my hand against it. I could feel the sheer cold from outside seep into me. My dim eyes scan the trees and the yard to finally come across a familiar face. I motions for 'one minute' with my index finger.
Roundabout the staircase I managed to skip the step with a creak before reaching the rear door. I pulled back on the iron lock swinging the door open to come face to face with the intruder of my sleep.
It was Mary Alice with tears streaming down her face. Her skirt ripped notably from falling down on the way over here. Her feet were bare and dirty. Did she run here I thought? I can not lie, there has always been a snow ball of worry locked inside of me. It was a snow ball that was rolling down a gigantic hill catching more snow on the way down enlarging itself. The worry and the fear started with Samuel and Elizabeth but soon enough engulfed itself with the appearance and the action of my dear Mary Alice. It eroded inside of me this fear of mine. Fear that she truly was ill after all. I shook the notion out of my head and remember the thought of, if the visions really did happen, then how hard it must be for no one to fully understand this gift from God.
"I had another vision tonight." She could barely look at me.
"What did you see?" I was afraid of what was looming in the shadow from this question.
"The killer of mother. He knew father. It was set up to happen. I have this inkling that it was so he could marry up."
"Perhaps it was a bad dream?"
"I know dreams, this was no dream."
"Come inside before the cold will be the death of you Mary Alice. Sleep this off and then we will tackle it in the morning."
"I can not simply just sit back any longer. I need to finally end this once for all." Mary Alice darted away from the house.
"Come back," I tried to yell without waking father. I sprint back towards my bedroom looking for suitable clothing.
Nearly ten long minutes later I rush myself out the door following the trail Mary Alice seem set upon. She lived closer to town. I knew either she would head home or maybe seek help.
I raced towards her father's house that looked like stone. There was a candle light in the living quarter. I barged right in rudely of me but I was in a hurry.
Cynthia shot up like a rocket when seeing me, "Isabella have you gone mad?"
"Where is your sister?"
"Father had to take care of her. He said he would be back a bit before the sun is up."
"Excuse me?"
"Mary Alice is ill. He took her into town. He said he was going to make her all better but first they had to visit Timothy the town marshal."
"Cynthia you heed me, stay dark on this topic, be ignorant of it all, and be the daughter that families want." That was the last sentence I ever spoke to little Cynthia.
I make my way towards the town center. A scream rings through the night. I see Mary Alice being knocked down to the ground. I hid behind a vendors cart peering over the top in the darkness.
"Marshal Timothy, just look at her. She is ill and needs help. Help in which this town can not give her. Take her to the asylum."
"That is over two counties away near Louisiana…are you sure?"
"It is the only thing we can do marshal. Take her now before the poor Whitmore girl finds out."
"This will indeed sadden Mr. Whitmore's daughter. Come on Mary Alice let's be on our way now."
I watched as her body thrashed on the ground trying to make a break away. The skin under Marshal Timothy fingers must have bruised by the grip he had on her. He pulled her to the soles of her feet. He tried the best as he could to not drag the poor girl out of the way.
"No! You have to believe me. The things I see it is all true," screamed Mary Alice.
I stared at Mary Alice's father by now my eyes could not handle the sight of losing her. His eyes were cold and a hint of a smile crept on his face. If I were brave I would run up there and smack it off of him. If I were brave I would defend the girl that no one ever believes in. If I were brave I would voice my thought instead of keeping it locked behind sealed lips; you will not get away with this.
1920 The Asylum.
My visits are one too few and never last long enough. When I can make my way to the asylum I try to keep the date. I have seen the love of my life let memories slip on by her. I talk with her doctor who has out of the ordinary red eyes. He always waves them off due to stress but if you ask me he should seek medical help. Most of the time he wears dark glasses.
"Ms. Whitmore, as of date Mary Alice still has no recollections of you or anyone else before arriving here." The doctor looks through his paper. He sat in a chair in front of me with a long white lab coat that enveloped most of his frame.
Since she arrived here at the asylum I visit the doctor. I tried to visit with Mary Alice. She just smiled at me and said "How do you do? I am Mary Alice and you are?" I keep up to date with her treatments praying for the day she can leave this tormented place.
"She seems relatively happy and up beat. You said this is how she use to be before seeing these visions?"
"Yes."
"Good. I am glad to hear she is returning to her old self."
"Once again why is it that you think she does not remember… anything?"
"Well we tried the deep sleep therapy in which we drug the patient enough to keep them asleep for a time being. This in turn did not cure her of her anxiety nor her depressions. Then she we switch to a under the table therapy called cardiazol therapy. They are still tuning it for the FDA. Her visions we believe are caused by mere seizures. With the therapy we were hoping to study the seizures. It has seemingly fried her brain. I do not agree with this treatment myself. I try to make it so she doesn't have to have them any longer but at last my boss thinks otherwise. She still has visions. There have been talks about moving on to other extremely new and unstudied therapies."
He removes his glasses and stares starkly at me with his piercing red eyes. There were darker this time almost like a deep maroon. "These so called therapies can lead to electrical shock and even removal of part of her brain. These therapies may kill her or worst she will become a vegetable, unmoving and unbeknownst to the world. I am going to be honest. I adore Mary Alice and the last thing I want to see is this to happen to her." He replaces his glasses back on.
I took this all in and letting the hatred of her father seep deeper into my soul. "Have you ever thought she was suppose to have these visions? It wouldn't be the first God has made contact through someone."
He chuckles, "God? Oh, dear no God has nothing to do with this. If God was a kind man he would have gave the visions to someone better suited to understand them. Instead here is Mary Alice rotting away being poked and prodded due to something she can not control. I do dare to say God has stepped out of this situation."
He watches me for a moment seeing my face drop and most likely grows pale. "I do believe her visions are real." He says it in a matter of fact. I quickly look up to him.
"I have been working with her to see if her talent would grow. Here is the kicker, her skills have grown."
"She was never truly ill to begin with?"
"Between you and I, she was more sane than the rest of us."
"I have to get her out of this place."
"All in due time Ms. Whitmore. I will remove her myself before any other therapy will happen. Let's just see how things go on here for a bit longer."
I stand from my seat making my way towards the window. It has black criss-crossed lines on it. Through the glass I can see Mary Alice. She wore a light blue gown. All the patients wore them. Her hair was shaven after her first week here. She was bald like an old man. This place is crawling with lice and some of them believe taking away the hair is a type of therapy on its own even if they did not have bugs. Her hair was short now. They keep it trim this way. It is choppy at the ends spiky if you will say. It stuck out everywhere instead of being straight and down. She was drawing a picture with a pencil. Her hand was moving exceedingly fast and she was staring at the wall. From where I stood I could only make out the picture to be a male figures face. He had a long ponytail and his chest was bare. In the background she was working on a smaller picture of something I could not make out. She was drawing long hair for all I could see. I turn around to face the doctor.
"Promise me you will get her out of here safely. She doesn't have to remember me. I just want her to be happy, safe, and most of all free of this nightmare."
He walks towards me, "Do you love her?" I don't respond fast enough. "You are the only one who visit, who cares. You love her." This time he says it as a fact and not a question.
I nod, "More than the world cares to know."
The New Year was rapidly approaching. It was late November. "Hello Mary Alice. How are you today?"
"Hey doc. That lady was here again. I saw her through the window. What did she want?"
"Just to make sure you were having a good day today," The doctor smiles.
"That is nice of her. You must tell her I said thank you."
"Will do. How about we get some fresh air?"
The doctor and Mary Alice walk along the grounds of the asylum. Foliage was on the ground as Mary Alice kicks up a group of them. The doctor let Mary Alice play outside. It was always nice to see the patients lose their cares and worries when they were outside. It was as if they sneak back to their childhood when everything was ok and they didn't have to worry so much. The far ends of the ground were located closely to a small town. It was the town right before hitting the city. The patients were never allowed this far but the doctor thought today would be good to get away from the looming building.
A couple was walking by a gent with long blonde hair and his courtship, a beautiful red head. They walk quite far away from the grounds. The wind had picked up and ruffled Mary Alice's hair. The man froze in mid step. He slowly turn his head towards Mary Alice letting out a small feral growl that only him and his lover could hear. The doctor noticed this. The first thing he saw was the color of the man's eyes. They were red like his very own.
"Mary Alice we should be walking back, be fast." He says this loudly. A small growl rumbled from his chest as a warning to the new comers. The man sharply glares at the doctor. The red head whispers into her lover's ear. The blonde man smirks and laughs before continuing to walk away.
The doctor and Mary Alice were halfway to the building. The doctor looks towards the front of the building where visitors come. He saw Ms. Whitmore stepping out of her car. She was a good twenty feet away. Isabella shut the car's door and turned around to come face to face with the doctor.
"Ms. Whitmore today is the day we must leave. Let me drive."
Mary Alice looked queasy as if she looked at the ground and ran in short circles. I, Isabella let the doctor take control of my car. It was a gift from father hoping it would spice up the deal for suitors. The doctor's house was small with only two bedrooms to it. He rushed us inside.
"You believe in what Mary Alice sees correct?"
"Yes, you already know this."
"Then believe me when I say this Ms. Whitmore she is in danger. A vampire is tracking her as we speak. He wants to drink her blood. The only way to save her and you now too is for me to turn you. It will hurt but once the pain is gone you have eternity to live. When you both are change you will be extremely thirsty. Do not let any humans know what you are."
The doctor goes over to Mary Alice grabbing her arm. "I am sorry for the pain I am about to inflect on to you sweet child." He bites her in the middle of her forearm. Mary Alice tries to pull away from him but his grip is so strong she stays rooted. "The venom will rush through her. It may take a few days to take over and make her a vampire." He lets go of Mary Alice.
"What are you doing," she yells. Only in moments does her yelling turn into screaming. "It burns!" She scratches at the bite mark. She fell on the floor when he let go of her. Now her feet are kicking and pushing her to get away from the man and I.
"Ms. Whitmore this is for the good of both you and Mary Alice. If you see a man with long blonde hair you must run. I am hoping by turning her he will no longer want her blood."
Blood was smeared around the edges of the doctor's mouth. "I think I may be sick." My hands clench at my stomach.
"There is no time for that."
The front door flies into our space between the doctor and I. The wooden frame splinters. A man wearing a simply outfit like a commoner is standing in between the doorframe. He takes a couple of steps in the house while he is tilting his head. "Yes, there is no time for that." He smiles showing all of his white teeth and his alarming red eyes.
"Get out of here Isabella!" This was the first time the doctor has ever said my first name. The server of the situation sunk in. I dart towards Mary Alice withering in the hallway. I drag her into one of the bedrooms.
Outside the doctor steps in front of the blonde vampire stopping him from charging Isabella. "Get out of my way," snarled the blonde.
The doctor locked arms with the other vampire. They struggled for a moment trying to gain dominance over the other. The blonde whips his arm out of his grasp and palms him the chest rough. He does this again while pulling on the other arm of the doctor's. A sickening shatter echoed through out the house. It sounded like marble crumbling under pressure.
I heard another shattering noise of glass coming from outside the room. Mary Alice pulled herself to the corner of the room. Her eyes were shut tight as she bit down so hard on her lip that blood shown. She was containing the screams inside of her for now. The sound of footsteps filled my ears. The door knob turned slowly to reveal the man with the blonde hair.
"Looks like bad news for you," the man giggled.
My heart raced as blood rushed through my ears. I scrunched myself in front of Mary Alice trying to gain distance from the crude being. A faint sound of a clock ticking by suddenly had started somewhere in the background. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. It started to match up with each step the man took. The closer he drew the faster the ticking became. It was ringing in my ears loud as a train on tracks hurling by. He was close enough to touch me now and the fear erupted inside of me. My hand gripped the pocket watch necklace I had adorned. With my fear I squeezed the watch hard enough that the front window open. I see the blonde man hand reach out towards me with the sick smile on his face. The world around him starts to warp like it was melting. I blink and the next thing I knew the man was gone.
I am crouched in a different room. I glance behind me to see that I am truly by myself. I look at my watch and see the time. The hands of the watch were spinning rapidly and finally slowed down to the right time. The ringing of the ticking left my ear. On the wall is a calendar. The year says 1948 on the paper.
"What this can not be true?"
The door opens to the owner of a little boy. "This is not your room? How did you get in here?"
"I apologize…what year is it?"
"1948. Your clothes are funny? Are you ok?"
I run to a mirror in the house. My face is flawless. My skin has not aged and my chocolate eyes have not become white. My long brown hair is as youthful has it ever been. I should be middle aged by now. I should have a family with kids of my own. Where is Mary Alice, the blonde man, and the doctor? Vampires and visions are real; maybe the necklace had the ability to travel through time.
"I have to find her." I pick up the bottom of my dress and ran away from the home.