Authors Note: I'm really happy about the amount of veiw the last chapter got. :) So I know this chapter is kind of short, but the next one is really long, so I kind of wanted to prep for that. I'll probably upload the next one on Monday or Tuesday so keep your eyes open for that. Thank you soooo much for the reviews. I really appreciate it.

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Chapter 4: Visitors

Alice's P.O.V.

At first, I was shocked. Was I even allowed visitors in this place? I still had trouble saying the word asylum and I still refuse to believe I'm crazy.

I could tell the red headed woman was forcing a smile, obviously upset over something Henry had said. I realized she was waiting on a reply from me and quickly stood up. "Miss, who might these visitors, be?"

The woman shot a brief glance at Henry, and then focused her attention back on me. "Mr. Montgomery and Miss Hayes."

I could feel excitement running through me. They had come to see me! How stupid I was to think they wouldn't! "Bring them in, please," I squealed, trying to sound less hopeful than I actually felt. The woman nodded and left the room.

I looked over at Henry, to see him staring at the floor with a stone hard expression. "Henry, what is the matter?" He didn't look at me, just muttered an "excuse me" and left. I wasn't left much time to ponder about his mood swing, for there were two sets of arms around me; one strong, one delicate.

"Mary! We missed you so much! We searched all night for you but we couldn't find you!" Ella was saying, tears streaming down her pink cheeks. Tim was smiling widely at me, and refused to let go of my hand.

"I missed you so much, too! How did you even get in here?" I exclaim, baffled at the trouble it must have caused them.

"Easy," Tim replied, a smile playing on his lips. "We refused to leave until we saw you. We can be very persuasive and persistent when we want to be." I laughed, nearly falling off my bed, which we had moved to sit on. Laughing, care free with them made this place feel not so bad. I wouldn't even be here if—

"Tim, what happened to you last night? You said you'd run for me when you saw the car. What happened?" He looked taken aback by my question, but didn't hesitate to reply.

"I was waiting at the end of my street, when I saw the car come, I made it to the begging of yours when something hit the back of my head and I passed out." He bends his head down, grabs my hand and begins, moving it across his head. Sure enough, there was a bump on his head, and he was lucky he didn't have a more severe injury.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and he nods, saying that as long as I was okay, so was he. That made me smile, as he pulled me in tightly to his chest, with his strong arms wrapped around me.

When we pulled away, Ella asked, "So what do we do now?" This puzzled me, because I hadn't really thought about it. I wanted to leave with Tim and Ella, but a part of me ached at the thought. I didn't want to leave, and I hadn't a clue why. It's not like I was treated like royalty here, but there must have been a reason I didn't want to leave, but what?

Tim and Ella were talking, letting me drown in my own thoughts.

It was late when the red headed woman and Henry came back into the room. "Mr. Montgomery and Miss Hayes, it is times to say goodbye and let Miss Brandon rest," the woman says, eyeing the two of them. Reluctantly, Tim and Ella hugged me and leave.

The red head woman smiles at me and says, "Miss Brandon, I didn't get the chance to introduce myself this morning. My name is Margaret, and I am in charge of all the patients' wellbeing."

I smiled and said, "Nice to meet you Margaret." Her smile remains as she says, "Were those two your friends?"

"Yes, ma'am; I am engaged to Tim and Ella is my best friend."

Margaret's smile falters as she says, "They shouldn't come around here. It's dangerous for you, them, and everyone else here. You wouldn't want to endanger everyone else, now would you?"

Confused, I look over to Henry, but he refused to look at me. "You can't hold on to your past life, Miss Brandon, you must look ahead into the future. And that means saying goodbye to your friends." With that Margaret left. I knew what she was saying was right, that I shouldn't with hold my friends, but I still didn't want to let them go.

"You should listen to her, you know," Henry said suddenly, breaking the long silence that had filled the room. I stared at him, appalled. "How can you say that? They are my best friends!" Henry sighed, and walked over to me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took my hands in his and I could almost hear my heart stop by his closeness.

"Alice" he whispered. "Don't hold them back. Here you can start a new life, start over with no regrets or limitations." I can feel the gooseflesh running up my arms, but I didn't move away from him. I had no reason to say no to him, nor did I want to, so I said the only thing I could manage. "I promise."

He smiled widely and came closer to me whispers in my ear, "Mon précieux, Alice, je suis effrayé de la marche de cette pièce et ne jamais se sentir dans le reste de mon éternité que je ressens quand je suis avec vous."

"What does that mean?" I asked him. Ella's grandmother is French, and Ella had tried to teach me, so I picked up a few words. I understood very little except three words: "scared" "eternity" and my name. He leaned down and kissed my cheek and was gone, leaving me breathing heavily and flushed.

xXx

That night I dreamt of Henry. At first, he and I were sitting on a bench in front of the building, the sun setting. Flowers and trees covered the lawn, giving it an enchanted feeling. There was a glow radiating off of Henry that intrigued me.

His hand was intertwined with me, and it didn't feel so cold. Then I heard a voice. "Mary" It said. Tim walked out from behind the bushes across the lawn, a dozen blood red roses in his hands, making his way toward me. I felt Henry tense up next to me. "It's okay," I whispered, more to myself than to him. "I'll take care of him."

I stood, reluctantly leaving Henry on the bench and met Tim halfway across the yard. "Tim" I said with a sigh. His smile remained on his boyish face, and he laughed. "When are you coming home Mary?" I look behind me and see Henry staring daggers at Tim. I turn back to my blue eyed friend, trying hard not to break down.

"Tim, this has to stop," I say, though I don't feel like I'm saying anything. He looks hurt, but brushes it off, saying that we were meant to be together and that he was busting me out of here. I shake my head. "You don't get it, Tim. I'm not good for you. I'm never getting out of here and I don't want to hold you back. You deserve better." You deserve Ella. I didn't say the last part out loud, though.

"Mary, is it because of him?" Tim gives a disgusted look to Henry who had walked up behind me.

"No, Tim. This is because of me. I don't wish to see you anymore. You need to live your life and forget about me." His calm face turns into one of anger and he begins shouting at Henry "You stole her away from me! It's your fault!" A long line of curses followed, but Henry remained calm, his arm protectively around me.

That's when Tim hit him. He'd dropped the roses in his rant and had hit Henry square in the jaw. Henry didn't cry out in pain, or even seem to notice, but Tim was screaming, and his hand looked deformed. "What the hell are you?" He shouts, cradling his injured hand against his chest, drops of scarlet falling down onto the roses.

I saw Henry lick his lips. "Your worst nightmare," he said and then he was on Tim, crouching low, mouth near Tim's neck. Without hesitation, he sank his teeth into Tim and blood began to flow from the wound.

I could tell that Tim was in pain, but I didn't dare move. When he was done, Henry turned to me; eyes turned amber instead of gold. Blood dripped from his chin and onto his white shirt. "Alice, don't be afraid of me, please, mon amour." He takes a step toward me, and I instinctively take a step back, causing a look of pain to cross on his beautiful face.

"I'm not afraid of you, Henry. I just want to know one thing." "Anything, princesse" I smile as he called me princess and take a step forward to him. "What are you?"

He sighs; pick up one of the roses Tim had brought and held it out for me. I watched in fascination as the blood red rose turned black, dieing right before my eyes.

"Buveur de sang," he said, looking me in the eye. "A vampire"