Post by alicullen on Feb 22, 2011 14:04:58 GMT -5
Mary
[/size]Alice Brandon[/center]
*From darkness I understand the night:
Dreams flow, a star shines
Ah! I desire Evenstar.
Look! A star rises out of the darkness
The song of the star enchants my heart.
Ah! I desire...
*Name:[/u] Mary Alice Brandon
*Nicknames:[/u] Alice
*Gender: Female
*Birthday: 18th March 1901
*Date of turn: 1920
*Age: 110/19
*Species: Vampire
*Sexuality: Men
*Ability: Alice can see the future, however it is not always certain. She can only see that paths that they are on currently. If they change their mind the vision changes.
*Height: 4110
*Weight: 36kg
*Hair: Black, short and spikey, silky.
*Eyes: Gold when full, black when thirsty
*Tattoos/Scars: None
*General Appearance: Alice is described as being "Thin in the extreme" and having "small, pixie like features." She also has large golden eyes and long slender eyebrows. Her hair is black, cropped short and very spikey. Her skin is a very pale white, hard like stone and sparkles when in sunlight.
*Weight: 36kg
*Hair: Black, short and spikey, silky.
*Eyes: Gold when full, black when thirsty
*Tattoos/Scars: None
*General Appearance: Alice is described as being "Thin in the extreme" and having "small, pixie like features." She also has large golden eyes and long slender eyebrows. Her hair is black, cropped short and very spikey. Her skin is a very pale white, hard like stone and sparkles when in sunlight.
*Likes: Shopping, friends, parties, sleepovers, fashion and Jasper.
*Dislikes: Being teased about her height, Maria, Jasper blaming himself, unfashionable people like Bella, boring school lessons.
*Strengths: Is a fun friend, loyal to her family, uses her power wisely and helps them all out with fashion.
*Weaknesses: She tends to ignore other people's advice and often does things her own way.
*Habits/Quirks: Likes to sing songs three octaves higher than what they should be, expecting every teenage girl to act stereotypically.
*Fears: The thought of loosing Jasper, especially to Maria, loosing her sense of style
*Secrets: She doesn't hide anything from Jasper.
*Overall Personality: Alice is quirky, fun and fashionable. She is obsessed with shopping and will shop at every opportunity she gets, often for other people as well as just herself. She also likes to organise special gathering and parties, and will also take any opportunity to have a party. Alice tries to be friends with everyone she meets, as another thing she loves is making new friends and keeping them. Her family is very dear to her, and she loves them very much, doing anything to protect them that she can, often using her future seeing abilities.
She would also do anything in the world for Jasper, as she is his soul mate and sees it as her duty to do anything possible to keep him safe from harm. Of course she regrets not being there when he needed her the most, when he was in the wars. All the same, she is glad that she managed to find him at all, thanks to her power. She cannot remember her human life, but is glad of it, because she thinks that the memories would haunt her, just like Jasper is haunted by his bad past. Alice is very free willed, and will do anything she thinks is right, often ignoring other people's advice even if her own ideas are a little crazy at times.
*Dislikes: Being teased about her height, Maria, Jasper blaming himself, unfashionable people like Bella, boring school lessons.
*Strengths: Is a fun friend, loyal to her family, uses her power wisely and helps them all out with fashion.
*Weaknesses: She tends to ignore other people's advice and often does things her own way.
*Habits/Quirks: Likes to sing songs three octaves higher than what they should be, expecting every teenage girl to act stereotypically.
*Fears: The thought of loosing Jasper, especially to Maria, loosing her sense of style
*Secrets: She doesn't hide anything from Jasper.
*Overall Personality: Alice is quirky, fun and fashionable. She is obsessed with shopping and will shop at every opportunity she gets, often for other people as well as just herself. She also likes to organise special gathering and parties, and will also take any opportunity to have a party. Alice tries to be friends with everyone she meets, as another thing she loves is making new friends and keeping them. Her family is very dear to her, and she loves them very much, doing anything to protect them that she can, often using her future seeing abilities.
She would also do anything in the world for Jasper, as she is his soul mate and sees it as her duty to do anything possible to keep him safe from harm. Of course she regrets not being there when he needed her the most, when he was in the wars. All the same, she is glad that she managed to find him at all, thanks to her power. She cannot remember her human life, but is glad of it, because she thinks that the memories would haunt her, just like Jasper is haunted by his bad past. Alice is very free willed, and will do anything she thinks is right, often ignoring other people's advice even if her own ideas are a little crazy at times.
*Birthplace: Biloxi, Mississipi
*Hometown: Forks
*Mother: Mrs Brandon/ adoptive: Esme
*Father: Mr Brandon/adoptive: Carlisle
*Siblings: Cynthia/ Adoptive: Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Bella
*Significant Other: Jasper!!!!!!!!!
*Children: No
*Other important people: James and unkown asylum worker
*Pets: None
*Overall History:Alice used to be in a very happy family with her sister, Cynthia. When she was nine she got her first vision. It was of her mother's face, looking scared and worried. Alice didn't tell anyone about this vision as it scared her a lot. However, she started having more of these visions, those of which became increasingly difficult to hide. Her family were starting to notice, over the years as at times her little face would go blank and stare in the distance, unable to wake up until the vision had faded.
One day, when she was eighteen Alice was bombarded with visions. Virtually the entire day she would have a vision, and it was always the same. Blank and dark. Did this mean she had no future? Alice was frightened, more frightened then she had ever been before. She couldn't tear herself away from the visions, intruiged by them. But on a rare occasion when she wasn't submerged in one of these deeply disturbing visions, her mother asked what was wrong. Every question she had ever wanted to ask her, but had been holding back, spilled out. And of course Alice couldn't keep the truth away from her own mother any longer. Then, when the answer was spoken the vision from when she was nine came true. Her mother's face, bewildered and frightened was there in front of her. The same angle, the same grey hairs framing her face, everything. Her mother told her that they needed to get her some help. But it was the "help" that Alice was concerned about more than anything.
The time came for Alice to be put in the asylum. In a dark cell, where no one could speak to her, confined to a small empty space. Alice thought she was going to go mad, if she was mad, even worse than she already was. She couldn't understand how this was ever going to cure any form of insanity. It was in the asylum that she first met James, the tracker. He kept telling her that he would have her, but somehow Alice doubted he meant it in anyway romantic. Aparently her blood "sang" to him, which made her frightened. Luckily for her, someone working in the asylum had heard of her, and had seen James slipping in. The female vampire, one night broke into her cell and changed her into a vampire to save her. Alice's future seeing abilities passed easily into her new life, even more intense but at the same time more controlable. When she was freed from the asylum, she had a vision of Jasper, knowing that they were destined to be soul mates she set off at once to find him, knowing that they both needed each other's help. When she found him, at a diner in Philidelphia she got a vision of the Cullen family. The pair then set off to find them, where they lived happily ever after.... until Bella arrived. And not including all Jasper's slip ups.
*Your Name: alicullen
*Age: 14 and 2 days
*Experience: A long time
*Who Do You Play: Just Alice
*How Do We Contact You: pm, C:Box
*How Did You Find Us: Jasper
*did You Read The Rules: Coke
*Role Play Sample:
I don’t normally dwell on the past. The past has already happened, the present is happening, and the future is going to happen. This makes the future the most exciting one, by far. The future will always be uncertain, never set in stone and always changing. In the future, anything could happen, anything at all. I know this all too well, and that is why I’m here.
It is 1920, Biloxi Mississippi. My name is Mary Alice Brandon, sister to Cynthia Brandon. I miss her. As I sit her in the mental asylum, with nothing better to do, I ponder on my life so far. This is because for once the past is more exciting than the future, as in the future all I can see is black, but in the past I can see happy memories of flowers and playing, having fun in the sunshine.
Now it is 1910, and Cynthia and I are making daisy chains in the garden. That was my most favourite thing to do. We always used to do so many thing with them, like turning them into bracelets, necklaces and head dresses. We used to dream of one day making a chain of flowers so long, that it would go all around the world four times before coming back. As I made the third hole in one of my daisies and was just about to thread another through it, my first ever vision hit me. No longer could I see the sun shining through the leaves on the trees, making mottled patterns on the fresh green grass. I saw my mother, and she looked awfully worried. Almost like she had seen a ghost, like she was nearly as afraid as I was at that moment. The vision faded slowly. I couldn’t work out why she was worried, or what it was about. But she looked older than she did at that moment in time, as there were more lines on her face and more grey hairs framing it. I didn’t know what had happened. I was too young, but little did I know that my vision would turn into reality when I turned nineteen. “Alice? Alice!” Cynthia shook my shoulder, almost knocking me over. My eyes focused again on her. They focused on the present. I looked confused, and my sister mirrored my expression. “You were staring into space for ages. I was so worried! Is something wrong?” I hugged my sister, relieved to be on the same planet as her once again. “No. Nothing is wrong.” Came the response, a high tinkling voice that was lying. Cynthia looked doubtfully at me, but she let it go. I assumed she was just relieved that I was back, and nothing else particularly mattered. As I have mentioned before, we were just children.
The visions never left my side, from that moment onwards. They haunted my dreams, and my reality. Nothing seemed to be real anymore. It was like something was trying to tell me something important, and most visions I had came true. They seemed to based on the decisions of others, and also myself. If I made a decision, or anyone else in my family said they would do something, I saw them doing it shortly after. All I had to do was look, look to the horizon and it was there, waiting to happen. I was scared, and I didn’t want to tell anyone. But my family were noticing too. Every time I saw something I went into an imaginary world, a different place entirely. My soul escaped my body and it travelled forwards in time. The eyes of my soul looked around, they examined the scene, and they let my brain inside of my waiting body know. My family could see my body, and they could see the changes in it, especially in my face when this happened. Of course I didn’t know how I looked, but I could guess that my eyes would look blank, focusing on something in the distance beyond that moment, that no one else could see. One day, one when the visions had been occurring a lot from all of the decisions people had been making, my mother asked me, “Mary dear, what is going on? One moment you are your happy, lively self, and the next you look... Asleep. Completely out of it. Can you explain?” I knew I could answer this question. But to explain, I couldn’t think how. “Well... I keep on seeing things that are to come. Things that might happen. It is often based on what people decide. And when I see it, when I see the future... I can’t focus on the present. But... I’m worried mother. I don’t think that is right. Is it?” It was then, that the vision from when I was nine years old came true. My mother was worried. Her hair was in exactly the same style, with the grey hairs framing her face, and the wrinkles creased up even more from her concern. This was not surprising to me. Ever since I realised that it was the future I was seeing, I had known that I would see this at some point. Not only this, but the surprise that I had been experiencing when my visions had first come true had long since worn off now. “We should do something about this. You need help dear.” Was the next thing my mother said. And then, I was scared. Scared because I could see myself in a cramped dark cell. There was no light, no air, and worst of all, I was going to have no future at all. The future disappeared, and without my power I felt unsafe.
Which brings us back to the present, almost. Earlier this morning, a man with dusty blonde hair visited me. He visited my cell, just like I knew he would. Under what little morning light there was, his skin was pale and perfectly illuminated under it, almost like it was a source of light in itself. Like the moon when it reflected the light it had received from the sun in the day time at night. His hands were around the bars of my cell, and they were clenched into fists. It looked like he was going to snap them at any minute, and I secretly hoped he would. “My singer,” He breathed, his voice echoing around the cell, bouncing back and forth from the cold walls that imprisoned me. This almost sounded like he was in several different places at once, talking all at the same time, all around me and there was no way out, no escape from his presence. I hated this. He had a sinister air about him somehow. It told me that he was dangerous, was not to be trusted and I shouldn’t be anywhere near him. Not only this, but I was confused, as I didn’t sing. My heart fluttered in my chest at the sudden feeling of danger, and right at this moment, the strange man inhaled deeply. “One day, you will be mine, Alice Brandon,” He sighed, and I had nothing else to do except to shrink further into the corner of my cell. As I did this, I saw the decision being made in his head, of running away with me, smelling me over and over, and I didn’t know why. His fists tightened around the metal bars, and I shivered. A sly smile pulled at his lips as his crimson eyes stared at me hungrily, lustfully. “Your blood sings to me. And soon, it will be mine.” I didn’t understand this. Did he want to kill me? If so, why was he acting like he was in love with me? I just shrank down even further, into a tiny little ball with my head pressed against the cold stone. He left shortly after, after staring at me like I was some sort of prize he wanted to win. Soon, I began to wonder if I really was mad, if I really did belong in this place. Surely, that must have been a dream? Or was it a vision? I didn’t know. Then I sat still in my cage, wondering what was going to happen next. I thought about the strange man, and I wondered what he was after. Then I pondered on the possibility that he was mad too, and that he had escaped his prison and had wandered into mine. This was a mental asylum after all.
Cold footsteps echoed down the corridor. I could almost hear as the dust crunched under the person’s shoes. Finally, after pondering for what felt like days on how I had got here, my past and my life, something different was finally happening. Sitting up, I looked around the corner at the person expectantly. Why were they here? Were they mad too? I placed both of my hands on two metal bars in front of me, wishing that I had the strength to shatter them in my hands. A decision flicked across the person’s mind, and I almost felt it. They were going to let me out. This made me even more impatient. I was desperate for fresh air and light. In my cell it was as though nothing existed at all, like I was floating in the nothingness of space, with nothing but my apparently insane thoughts for company. When the moonlight hit the stranger’s skin, they also seemed to shine underneath it. This made me worried. I hadn’t liked the man who had visited me, and I didn’t want this person to be anything like him. But they still had that air of danger around them, a warning for me to keep away. When at long last I was free, the stranger took large steps towards me, which I perceived to be a threat so I backed away. Then they grabbed my thin arm in one of their icy hands, a grip so tight that nothing would be able to free me from it. The stranger opened their mouth, and they bit my wrist as their snowy white teeth flashed menacingly in the moonlight. That was when I screamed.
The pain raged through my wrist like fire, and it was spreading rapidly through my arm, through my veins. I could not tell whether I was screaming, or I wasn’t. The only thing my mind could concentrate on was the pain, how it burned, how it felt like nothing anyone could ever imagine. This was hell, and in that moment I was certain of the fact that I was mad. Through the fire, I could feel my body thudding to the concrete ground as my legs couldn’t support my weight. Then I writhed and twisted in pain, as the merciless flames lashed out through my veins, boiling my blood, further and further and further until my whole body must have been alight. How much of this could I take? How long before I died? I hoped it wouldn’t be long. Anything would be better than this torture that felt as though it was never going to stop. I wanted to die, to forever feel nothing, the complete opposite to what I was feeling just then. When the pain had spread through my entire body, right from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, it raged a little more and then it started to die down, much to my relief. Whether I was dying, or whether I was going to be alive again, I didn’t know and nor did I care. The only thing that mattered was the simple fact that the pain was getting more bearable.
When at last I awoke, it was as if all of my memories had been erased through the pain. They had burned and died in the fire, never to return. So when the fire ceased its raging, I awoke to find myself in an almost dark room. One that had barely any light in it, but what little light there was enabled me to see practically everything. The slightest speck of dust in the furthest distance, my brain had so much more room in it for extra information. I could hear someone’s weight being shifted ever so slightly beside me, and I could smell their scent. It was very sweet, but when I curiously sniffed my crystal white arm I discovered that it was different to mine, even though mine was almost like theirs. When another vision hit me. I could see myself getting out, and even though I didn’t know where I was something inside me told me that I should be pleased at this. I felt strong, but mentally I felt vunerable, not knowing anything about what had happened. I could barely remember my own name.
Eventually, I gathered the courage to ask this person, whom I could now easily tell was a woman, what had happened. She spoke of saving me, doing me a favour. She said I would have died otherwise. Then, she informed me about my strange visitor. She said that his name was James, and he was a tracker. He was a vampire and he had been determined to have me for his next meal, because I had smelt more delicious than anything he had ever known before. This was what was known as a singer, and that was what James had been talking about. Usually in a vampire's life, they will come across a human so mouth watering that they simply cannot resist them. So to save me, she had turned me into one of his kind so I would survive, and no longer would that tempting blood be running through my veins. Although it had kept me alive, it seemed that my blood had always been bringing me closer to my death, with every beat of my heart.
When I had been informed about many other things to do with the vampire world and how it worked, I escaped as soon as I could. I discovered the many things I could do as a vampire. They still seemed special, even though this was all I had ever known. I couldn't remember what it was like to be human, nothing at all. When I had last woken up from unstoppable, furious pain, I was a vampire. It was like I had only just been born. I had no other memories. The only thing I could remember when I tried, was blackness. It had been black in my cell, but when I tried to see through my human eyes it was even blacker. So I couldn't see anything, and the only thing I could feel was boredom and dispair. Although partly I didn't know what it was like to feel this, I was still very glad to be out in the open. I felt sorry for myself, being stuck in that small space for such a long time. But now I was as free as the wind, frozen at nineteen, immortal and beautiful. And so I ran through the trees as fast as a streak of lightening, happier than I had been for a long while, certainly longer than what I could remember. The feeling was so exhilerating and wonderful, obviously like nothing I had ever felt before. In this life, everything was new, even though I couldn't remember the old things. Now I was so happy, but also confused. I did wonder what would become of me, where I would go. Would I become a monster? As I ran I had to stop, for a new vision sprang into my mind.
I was with a former soldier. He was tall, pale like me, battle scared and blonde. He needed my help. I had to be there for him. I never believed in fate, but if there was such a thing, I knew that mine was sealed with his. I had to go and find this man, and I needed to be with him. More importantly than that, I needed to help him. It was my duty, what I existed for, the very reason I had been placed on this planet. So I followed my vision in the knowledge that it would lead me to him, my beloved soldier. There was nothing on the earth that was going to stop me from finding him. He was the very reason I existed, and never before in my existence had I ever loved someone I hadn’t met before as much as this. This was real. I had no choice but to obey the vision, let it lead me to where the place that I ever had been, ever would be needed the most.
Now I am in a diner in Philadelphia, after months of searching for the person that holds me to the earth. The place is almost empty, but I see him first. My red eyes take in his appearance, even more beautiful than he had been in my vision. My future was with him, and that was the one thing about the future that was set in stone. I skipped lightly, straight towards him, and I looked into his eyes, every bit as blood red as my own. I stared into his soul in one moment, and I could see that he needed me above all other things. I was here now, at his side where I was sure that I would never stray from again. I was confused, uncertain about my life. There were still things that I needed to know, business that was unfinished, problems that were probably waiting for me somewhere, unresolved. But this man- he was the one thing I was certain of. Smiling warmly, I said to him, “You kept me waiting a long time.” And I knew that my words were true, for what else could I say?
It is 1920, Biloxi Mississippi. My name is Mary Alice Brandon, sister to Cynthia Brandon. I miss her. As I sit her in the mental asylum, with nothing better to do, I ponder on my life so far. This is because for once the past is more exciting than the future, as in the future all I can see is black, but in the past I can see happy memories of flowers and playing, having fun in the sunshine.
Now it is 1910, and Cynthia and I are making daisy chains in the garden. That was my most favourite thing to do. We always used to do so many thing with them, like turning them into bracelets, necklaces and head dresses. We used to dream of one day making a chain of flowers so long, that it would go all around the world four times before coming back. As I made the third hole in one of my daisies and was just about to thread another through it, my first ever vision hit me. No longer could I see the sun shining through the leaves on the trees, making mottled patterns on the fresh green grass. I saw my mother, and she looked awfully worried. Almost like she had seen a ghost, like she was nearly as afraid as I was at that moment. The vision faded slowly. I couldn’t work out why she was worried, or what it was about. But she looked older than she did at that moment in time, as there were more lines on her face and more grey hairs framing it. I didn’t know what had happened. I was too young, but little did I know that my vision would turn into reality when I turned nineteen. “Alice? Alice!” Cynthia shook my shoulder, almost knocking me over. My eyes focused again on her. They focused on the present. I looked confused, and my sister mirrored my expression. “You were staring into space for ages. I was so worried! Is something wrong?” I hugged my sister, relieved to be on the same planet as her once again. “No. Nothing is wrong.” Came the response, a high tinkling voice that was lying. Cynthia looked doubtfully at me, but she let it go. I assumed she was just relieved that I was back, and nothing else particularly mattered. As I have mentioned before, we were just children.
The visions never left my side, from that moment onwards. They haunted my dreams, and my reality. Nothing seemed to be real anymore. It was like something was trying to tell me something important, and most visions I had came true. They seemed to based on the decisions of others, and also myself. If I made a decision, or anyone else in my family said they would do something, I saw them doing it shortly after. All I had to do was look, look to the horizon and it was there, waiting to happen. I was scared, and I didn’t want to tell anyone. But my family were noticing too. Every time I saw something I went into an imaginary world, a different place entirely. My soul escaped my body and it travelled forwards in time. The eyes of my soul looked around, they examined the scene, and they let my brain inside of my waiting body know. My family could see my body, and they could see the changes in it, especially in my face when this happened. Of course I didn’t know how I looked, but I could guess that my eyes would look blank, focusing on something in the distance beyond that moment, that no one else could see. One day, one when the visions had been occurring a lot from all of the decisions people had been making, my mother asked me, “Mary dear, what is going on? One moment you are your happy, lively self, and the next you look... Asleep. Completely out of it. Can you explain?” I knew I could answer this question. But to explain, I couldn’t think how. “Well... I keep on seeing things that are to come. Things that might happen. It is often based on what people decide. And when I see it, when I see the future... I can’t focus on the present. But... I’m worried mother. I don’t think that is right. Is it?” It was then, that the vision from when I was nine years old came true. My mother was worried. Her hair was in exactly the same style, with the grey hairs framing her face, and the wrinkles creased up even more from her concern. This was not surprising to me. Ever since I realised that it was the future I was seeing, I had known that I would see this at some point. Not only this, but the surprise that I had been experiencing when my visions had first come true had long since worn off now. “We should do something about this. You need help dear.” Was the next thing my mother said. And then, I was scared. Scared because I could see myself in a cramped dark cell. There was no light, no air, and worst of all, I was going to have no future at all. The future disappeared, and without my power I felt unsafe.
Which brings us back to the present, almost. Earlier this morning, a man with dusty blonde hair visited me. He visited my cell, just like I knew he would. Under what little morning light there was, his skin was pale and perfectly illuminated under it, almost like it was a source of light in itself. Like the moon when it reflected the light it had received from the sun in the day time at night. His hands were around the bars of my cell, and they were clenched into fists. It looked like he was going to snap them at any minute, and I secretly hoped he would. “My singer,” He breathed, his voice echoing around the cell, bouncing back and forth from the cold walls that imprisoned me. This almost sounded like he was in several different places at once, talking all at the same time, all around me and there was no way out, no escape from his presence. I hated this. He had a sinister air about him somehow. It told me that he was dangerous, was not to be trusted and I shouldn’t be anywhere near him. Not only this, but I was confused, as I didn’t sing. My heart fluttered in my chest at the sudden feeling of danger, and right at this moment, the strange man inhaled deeply. “One day, you will be mine, Alice Brandon,” He sighed, and I had nothing else to do except to shrink further into the corner of my cell. As I did this, I saw the decision being made in his head, of running away with me, smelling me over and over, and I didn’t know why. His fists tightened around the metal bars, and I shivered. A sly smile pulled at his lips as his crimson eyes stared at me hungrily, lustfully. “Your blood sings to me. And soon, it will be mine.” I didn’t understand this. Did he want to kill me? If so, why was he acting like he was in love with me? I just shrank down even further, into a tiny little ball with my head pressed against the cold stone. He left shortly after, after staring at me like I was some sort of prize he wanted to win. Soon, I began to wonder if I really was mad, if I really did belong in this place. Surely, that must have been a dream? Or was it a vision? I didn’t know. Then I sat still in my cage, wondering what was going to happen next. I thought about the strange man, and I wondered what he was after. Then I pondered on the possibility that he was mad too, and that he had escaped his prison and had wandered into mine. This was a mental asylum after all.
Cold footsteps echoed down the corridor. I could almost hear as the dust crunched under the person’s shoes. Finally, after pondering for what felt like days on how I had got here, my past and my life, something different was finally happening. Sitting up, I looked around the corner at the person expectantly. Why were they here? Were they mad too? I placed both of my hands on two metal bars in front of me, wishing that I had the strength to shatter them in my hands. A decision flicked across the person’s mind, and I almost felt it. They were going to let me out. This made me even more impatient. I was desperate for fresh air and light. In my cell it was as though nothing existed at all, like I was floating in the nothingness of space, with nothing but my apparently insane thoughts for company. When the moonlight hit the stranger’s skin, they also seemed to shine underneath it. This made me worried. I hadn’t liked the man who had visited me, and I didn’t want this person to be anything like him. But they still had that air of danger around them, a warning for me to keep away. When at long last I was free, the stranger took large steps towards me, which I perceived to be a threat so I backed away. Then they grabbed my thin arm in one of their icy hands, a grip so tight that nothing would be able to free me from it. The stranger opened their mouth, and they bit my wrist as their snowy white teeth flashed menacingly in the moonlight. That was when I screamed.
The pain raged through my wrist like fire, and it was spreading rapidly through my arm, through my veins. I could not tell whether I was screaming, or I wasn’t. The only thing my mind could concentrate on was the pain, how it burned, how it felt like nothing anyone could ever imagine. This was hell, and in that moment I was certain of the fact that I was mad. Through the fire, I could feel my body thudding to the concrete ground as my legs couldn’t support my weight. Then I writhed and twisted in pain, as the merciless flames lashed out through my veins, boiling my blood, further and further and further until my whole body must have been alight. How much of this could I take? How long before I died? I hoped it wouldn’t be long. Anything would be better than this torture that felt as though it was never going to stop. I wanted to die, to forever feel nothing, the complete opposite to what I was feeling just then. When the pain had spread through my entire body, right from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, it raged a little more and then it started to die down, much to my relief. Whether I was dying, or whether I was going to be alive again, I didn’t know and nor did I care. The only thing that mattered was the simple fact that the pain was getting more bearable.
When at last I awoke, it was as if all of my memories had been erased through the pain. They had burned and died in the fire, never to return. So when the fire ceased its raging, I awoke to find myself in an almost dark room. One that had barely any light in it, but what little light there was enabled me to see practically everything. The slightest speck of dust in the furthest distance, my brain had so much more room in it for extra information. I could hear someone’s weight being shifted ever so slightly beside me, and I could smell their scent. It was very sweet, but when I curiously sniffed my crystal white arm I discovered that it was different to mine, even though mine was almost like theirs. When another vision hit me. I could see myself getting out, and even though I didn’t know where I was something inside me told me that I should be pleased at this. I felt strong, but mentally I felt vunerable, not knowing anything about what had happened. I could barely remember my own name.
Eventually, I gathered the courage to ask this person, whom I could now easily tell was a woman, what had happened. She spoke of saving me, doing me a favour. She said I would have died otherwise. Then, she informed me about my strange visitor. She said that his name was James, and he was a tracker. He was a vampire and he had been determined to have me for his next meal, because I had smelt more delicious than anything he had ever known before. This was what was known as a singer, and that was what James had been talking about. Usually in a vampire's life, they will come across a human so mouth watering that they simply cannot resist them. So to save me, she had turned me into one of his kind so I would survive, and no longer would that tempting blood be running through my veins. Although it had kept me alive, it seemed that my blood had always been bringing me closer to my death, with every beat of my heart.
When I had been informed about many other things to do with the vampire world and how it worked, I escaped as soon as I could. I discovered the many things I could do as a vampire. They still seemed special, even though this was all I had ever known. I couldn't remember what it was like to be human, nothing at all. When I had last woken up from unstoppable, furious pain, I was a vampire. It was like I had only just been born. I had no other memories. The only thing I could remember when I tried, was blackness. It had been black in my cell, but when I tried to see through my human eyes it was even blacker. So I couldn't see anything, and the only thing I could feel was boredom and dispair. Although partly I didn't know what it was like to feel this, I was still very glad to be out in the open. I felt sorry for myself, being stuck in that small space for such a long time. But now I was as free as the wind, frozen at nineteen, immortal and beautiful. And so I ran through the trees as fast as a streak of lightening, happier than I had been for a long while, certainly longer than what I could remember. The feeling was so exhilerating and wonderful, obviously like nothing I had ever felt before. In this life, everything was new, even though I couldn't remember the old things. Now I was so happy, but also confused. I did wonder what would become of me, where I would go. Would I become a monster? As I ran I had to stop, for a new vision sprang into my mind.
I was with a former soldier. He was tall, pale like me, battle scared and blonde. He needed my help. I had to be there for him. I never believed in fate, but if there was such a thing, I knew that mine was sealed with his. I had to go and find this man, and I needed to be with him. More importantly than that, I needed to help him. It was my duty, what I existed for, the very reason I had been placed on this planet. So I followed my vision in the knowledge that it would lead me to him, my beloved soldier. There was nothing on the earth that was going to stop me from finding him. He was the very reason I existed, and never before in my existence had I ever loved someone I hadn’t met before as much as this. This was real. I had no choice but to obey the vision, let it lead me to where the place that I ever had been, ever would be needed the most.
Now I am in a diner in Philadelphia, after months of searching for the person that holds me to the earth. The place is almost empty, but I see him first. My red eyes take in his appearance, even more beautiful than he had been in my vision. My future was with him, and that was the one thing about the future that was set in stone. I skipped lightly, straight towards him, and I looked into his eyes, every bit as blood red as my own. I stared into his soul in one moment, and I could see that he needed me above all other things. I was here now, at his side where I was sure that I would never stray from again. I was confused, uncertain about my life. There were still things that I needed to know, business that was unfinished, problems that were probably waiting for me somewhere, unresolved. But this man- he was the one thing I was certain of. Smiling warmly, I said to him, “You kept me waiting a long time.” And I knew that my words were true, for what else could I say?
Made by Aisilyn Of Caution. If you steal this and remove this tag I will hunt you down and kill you with my spork of doom before making lunch meat from your body and selling it for a profit. Lyrics used is from the song Until Tomorrow by my favorite band Paramore.