Author's Notes:A collection of drabbles/ficlets exploring Alice's history, her relationship with Alan and the darkness that threatens to destroy all she loves.
I'm neither a professional writer, nor an English literature professor, so go easy on me. I assure you any and all mistakes be it grammar/spelling or otherwise are not intentional.
As always this fandom does not belong to me.
The first time Alice knew Alan loved her it was during a heavy rain storm. It had been their first date; an initial disaster that became turning point neither ever forgot.
The blackout came without warning, catching the photographer off guard. The darkness of night was thick and all encompassing when it descended upon her apartment. Alan had just arrived to her apartment, after a treacherous drive across the city. Though paralyzed with fear Alice attempted (and failed) to put on a brave face. Unable to move she stood frozen in place, her eyes fixed ahead to the small window of her studio where moonlight should have filled the room with light. The blustering rain outside blinded all light leaving only a wall of black.
'Alan?' the whimper of her voice was pathetic even to her own ears. Closing her eyes, Alice struggled to ignore the cold air, and the chill that made the hair stand up on the back of her neck. She could almost feel the inky black tendrils of blackness brushing against her skin, and hear the raspy breathing of something inhuman.
Suddenly the door to her studio flew open and the room was filled with the dim glow of candlelight. Warm arms wrapped around her and in that instant Alice knew, she was safe. Neither spoke a word as they departed the studio. Together they lit the many candles that decorated her living room, filling it with the warm glow of light.
Seated together on the age-old couch that had once been her grandmother's own, Alan broke the silence. 'Alice, you all right?' There was no mockery in his voice, neither any disgust nor annoyance.
'I'm fine now,' Alice admitted in shaky tones. In his eyes, she knew Alan was aware of the truth; there would be no hiding it, not anymore. 'I know its silly, but I've always been afraid of the dark,' she cautiously began. It was the first time since the passing of her grandmother that she spoke of her fears with anyone.
After Alice spoke of her aversions of the dark, Alan too, open up about his own fears. For this reason, Alice knew Alan loved her. The revelation did not come from his assurances, or even the warmth of his embrace. Rather, it was the fact he trusted her enough to reveal his own vulnerabilities.
In his darkness, she had found her light and for a time Alice knew peace.