Hey Twilighters! Happy St. Patrick's Day! I sincerely hope that you remembered to wear green, and thus saved yourself from brutal pinching. Well, this story is actually starting to get to a point… haha. So please keep reading and reviewing!

Disclaimer: A leprechaun stole the contract that Stephanie Meyer signed that gave me full rights to Twilight… darn leprechauns.

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Time passed. The days went by, and I silently accepted my fate. There was no use fighting it. At this point, I was too emotionally drained to put up any resistance whatsoever.

Every morning, I got up and got dressed and ready. Somehow, I was able to steer clear of Amanda. The last thing I needed to hear in the mornings was her nonsensical ramblings. We then stumbled down to the dining room and consumed what they told us was breakfast. I'm pretty sure it's not edible. I swore I saw it move once.

From there, I went to group therapy. Now that was a joke. I was the only sane one (obviously, considering I was in an insane asylum), but I mean, c'mon! What made these people believe that there were unicorns, gnomes, and three-headed giraffes prancing around the room? The purpose of this time was to vent out our feelings and find the "source" of our lunacy. In reality, though, it was a chance for Nurse Carter to catch up with her naughty romance books. She was simply our babysitter as we tried to find ways to entertain ourselves.

We then we herded into the dining room again for lunch. It was usually a little bit more edible than breakfast. My theory for the cuisine improvement was that the grumpy ladies that made our food we a tad bit happier in the middle of the day.

The second group therapy was as ridiculous as the first. The only difference between the two was that some of the people were pulled out for electroshock treatment. I dreaded the day when they decided I needed it. I will never understand exactly why sending volts of electricity through my body would supposedly stop my visions. Ah, the current health care system at its finest.

The only salvation in my day was the meetings with Dr. Harrison. I still was confused about what he was, and he still pestered me to tell him what my vision was about. Mostly, though, we talked about my ballet, books, and music. He was like an old friend, and he was definitely the best listener I had ever seen.

My serenity and peace of mind was interrupted with dinner, free time, and then sleepy time.

So, this was my life. Day in and day out. Monotony, which I had experienced so much in my previous life, reigned again.

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Days went on and blurred together. I had been at Copperfield for about two weeks, and I had fallen into a schedule nicely. One day, though, my nice little free time was interrupted by something I considered as strange.

I was sitting in a far corner of the main room during free time. Of course, I was by myself. I still hadn't attempted friendship with anyone besides Dr. Harrison. This particular day, I was a little tired, so sitting still made me drift in and out of consciousness. Suddenly, though, I was awoken by a hard tap on my shoulder.

I jerked my eyes open and looked around. There was no one here.

"I back here," said a high, quiet voice. It came from behind me. I whipped by head around. Standing there was a person. It was hidden in the shadow, so I couldn't see any specifics about this person's appearance.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'll explain later, but you have to follow me now, because I can't talk to you out in the open," said the figure. I'm not sure what made me get up out of my chair. Part of it was my curiosity, and part of it was the fact that the person grabbed my wrist and was pulling me away. Dang. This person had a strong grip.

I followed it down a small hallway, and then I was pushed into a closet. Stars burst up in front of my eyes when I hit my head on an old mop.

And then I realized it. This was my vision.

"Remind me again why I have to talk to you in here," I said. This closet sucked. It was damp, and dark, and extremely unpleasant.

"Because," said the figure, "I'm not supposed to leave the third floor." She stepped forward, and I finally saw the person fully. She was a girl. In fact, she was a very beautiful girl. She had wavy, dark brown hair that fell into her eyes in little bangs. Her eyes were giant, chocolate brown, and framed with thick, black lashes.

"Okay," I replied, saying the first thing that popped into my head. But really, I was a tad bit worried. Wasn't the third floor for harmful lunatics?

"Now, listen to me," said the girl. She shook her finger in my face just to make sure she had my attention. I was listening, for sure. "Do you think there's something odd about Dr. Harrison?"

Oh boy, did I. "Actually I do think that," I explained to her.

"Well, there is," she snapped back quickly. I took a deep breath. Finally, I would find out what was different about that astounding man.

"He's a vampire."

I just stared at her. "What?" I asked, drawing the word out. A vampire? You mean, I was supposed to believe that sweet, thoughtful, gorgeous Dr. Harrison was an evil, blood-sucking vampire? I wasn't going to believe it. After all, this girl was in an insane asylum. There had to be a reason for that. She was obviously making it up, I assured myself.

"Really? Well, that's nice," I said, heading towards the door. "I've got to be going now, though…"

But she stepped in front of the door, blocking it from my reach.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"No," I replied quickly. "I don't. How the hell can he be a vampire?"

She sighed. "It's hard to explain. It will take some time. You think I'm insane, don't you?"

"Well, you are here…" I said.

"As are you," she replied back quickly. "But I've been watching you. You don't belong here, and neither do I."

This caught me off guard. Wow, someone besides me actually thought that I didn't belong here. Well, it was a start. So I decided to humor her. Instead of darting to the door, I sat down on the damp ground.

She smiled. "So, will you listen to me?"

"I suppose I don't have anything else better to do," I replied bitterly, crossing my arms. I didn't like this new attitude I had. It reminded me of the temper tantrums that I threw as a little girl.

The girl sat down across from me.

"I guess I could start by introducing myself," she said.

"Yeah, I suppose that's a good place," I replied.

"I'm Anne-Elizabeth Bartley," she said.

"Mary Alice Brandon," I replied. "But just call me Alice."

"Okay, Alice," she said. "I'm eighteen years old. I was born in a little house in the middle of a bayou. I lived a pretty sheltered life with my mom, dad, and little brother. My mother home schooled me, so I rarely left the house. But one day, I did, and it led to me being here." She sighed and looked down. This story was obviously hard for her.

"It was a routine trip to town. Mother wanted some flour and I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit. So, I walked the two miles to the nearest town. Everything was fine, and soon I was entering the general store. Then, I saw him.

"He looked up when I came in. He literally took my breath away. He was so beautiful… inhumanly beautiful. Pale skin, great features, and deep, deep red eyes. When he looked at me, my blood went cold. I was surprised that someone that gorgeous could look at me with so much disdain and hatred. I mean, seriously, I didn't even know him! How could he look at me like that?" She laughed. I wasn't entirely sure why.

"I was so stupid, though. I approached him. I willingly walked up to him. I couldn't help it. If only I knew then what I know now…" Her voice trailed off, but she quickly came back to the story. "We started talking. He still looked at me with hatred, but he spoke like a gentleman. He even complimented me a few times. Soon, I was like putty in his hands. He offered to escort me home. So, there we went, walking along the dusty road as if we had been friends forever. We eventually got within a few hundred feet from my home. And then, he turned on me."

"Turned on you? What do you mean?" I asked. "Was this man a vampire?"

She slowly nodded. "It turns out that he just wanted to bite me. I tried to run, but he was so fast and so strong. We were close to my house, though, and my dad heard a racket outside. He ran out and started shooting his gun at the man. Of course, being a vampire, this didn't affect him. I guess he decided that I wasn't worth it. He went to run away, but not before whispering in my ear, 'This vampire will be back for you.'"

I was speechless. "So, he was really a vampire? How do you know?"

"I found out when I came here," she replied quietly.

"Why did you come here?" I asked.

"My family sent me," she replied. "They didn't believe my story about the vampire coming to attack. They assumed that I had gone loopy. So they sent me here.

"I arrived here a few months ago. Of course, I was terribly sad, but I was doing okay. But then, I saw Dr. Harrison. My blood ran cold. I instantly knew that he could be a vampire as well. I screamed. I threw a huge fit. I didn't want to be alone with him. But, he managed to pacify me long enough to talk with him about my situation. He explained to me everything about vampires. He also knew that there was a strong possibility that this vampire could come back. Even though he tried to convince me that he would do me absolutely no harm, I still wasn't comfortable around him. That's why I'm on the third floor."

My head swarmed with questions. "How can he be a good vampire? Don't they suck human blood and kill mercilessly?" I really didn't know anything except vampires except what I had read in cheap horror novels.

"Some of them do," she replied. "But Dr. Harrison is different. Have you noticed how his eyes are bright topazy-gold?"

I nodded in reply. I did think that was a little odd.

"It's because he feeds off of animal blood instead of human blood. A regular vampire, such as the one that is after me, has red eyes."

"Okay, but what about all the vampire myths?" I asked. "You know, garlic, stabbing with a wooden stake, sleeping in coffins; is that true?"

"None of it is," she said, shaking her head. "They can go into the sun, but generally don't because their skin sparkles like a million diamonds. They never sleep, either. And, they are immortal, and can never age."

"Wow." That was all I could reply. I was actually believing Anne-Elizabeth… perhaps I was crazy.

"I need to get back now," said Anne-Elizabeth, standing up. "They're going to be missing me from the third floor."

"About that…" I said, "isn't it locked?"

A mischievous grin broke out on her face. "Well, I suppose it was at one point."

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This was too much to take in. Supposedly, there was an entire sub-world of vampires existing alongside the actual one. As much as I didn't want to believe Anne-Elizabeth, her points made sense. Dr. Harrison definitely could be a vampire; he certainly wasn't human.

There was only one way I could be pacified at this point. I needed to confront Dr. Harrison.

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