Alice Cullen: before the Cullens

Chapter 11

This is it. The final chapter of my Alice Cullen: Before the Cullens. I want to thank all of the people who have supported me and asked me to continue. Please feel free to read my other stories and don't forget, if you ask me to I will read your stories too! Love you all xxxxxx

Chapter 11

Mary Alice's POV

With a start, I woke up, in the middle of a smouldering pile of ruins. The colours around me were amazing, so clear, so defined. Whilst looking at dust floating towards me and the colours around me, I wracked my brains to remember how I got here, but I came up blank. Nothing. Nada. My mind is big, I thought to myself, I have a lot of room to think about things! I was thinking of standing up, when I was suddenly standing erect, with unimaginable grace and speed. I ran to the end of the ruins within seconds. It was then I realised that the cold, biting wind and rain should be making me cold, yet it wasn't. My hands were like marble, hard and white, but smooth. Even though I can't remember anything before I had woke up, I seem more free, I feel more free than I had before. One part of my mind was wondering why I was in a smouldering pile of ruins, another was wondering where I was and another was what I am going to do now. Again I came up blank. I whipped my head around, faster than I believed possible, looking for a sign, something that told me where I was. Something flat, wooden and burnt to a crisp caught my attention.

"Aha!" I mumbled to myself. My voice made me gasp out loud. It was beautiful, melodic, chiming. Even the gasp sounded amazing. I try running again and within a second I am next to the burnt post. A plain, charred sign was hanging there, almost unreadable. "Biloxi..." I mumbled to myself again. The name meant nothing to me. So I am somewhere I don't know, I don't know why and as far as I know, I have nowhere to go. However, I am still happy, I can't stop grinning like a crazy woman. That weird sense of freedom swept through me again. Then my eyes slid out of focus.

*Vision*

A young boy- no older than 20- Was wandering around in the rainy weather, looking forlorn and wet. The rain was hammering down on his jacket, making loud distinguishable pitter patter noises. He was blond, muscular but tall and lean. The parts of bare skin visible were covered in odd cresent shaped scars. Glancing up, he strode into a greasy diner, in Philadelphia. Once under the roof, protected from the rain, he reached up his pale white, scarred hand to pull back his hood. He was inhumanly handsome. A small girl, looking no older than 17, jumped up and gracefully walked towards him. This girl, unnoticed before, was also inhumanly beautiful, beamed at the young man, practically bouncing out of excitement. *The scene blurs out of sight.*

As my eyes slid back into focus, a massive wave of jealousy emitted from my heart. That guy was handsome, blond, muscular, lean... did I mention handsome. I wanted to be the one that met him, not that immensely beautiful girl in that vision. I wanted him to be mine, yet they fit together perfectly, like soul mates. I would have no chance against her. I started walking. Nowhere in particular at a slow pace. Then I saw it. All it was was a piece of shiny metal on the road. But that shiny piece of metal made my heart lift so high I thought it might make me fly. I saw my reflection like a mirror. I checked behind me, but there was no one there, so that has to be my reflection. I felt a massive beaming grin stretch over my face, and I hoped the wind would change so it would stay that way forever, I wanted to be this happy forever. I am the stunningly beautiful girl from the vision. I will meet the blond boy! Without a conscious decision I started to run. I tested my speed to the limit. I wasn't sure where Philadelphia was, but I had a gut feeling to go this way. And gut feelings are always good signs. Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks. The reflection I saw... of me.... I had bright, blood red eyes. I had never seen a human with blood red eyes. Ever. A herd of deer ran past my spot, not noticing my presence. I charged, attacked the deer. Before I knew it, I was sucking blood out of the animal, it's protests growing weaker and weaker until they stopped altogether. I couldn't be.... But surely.... I'm not a.... a... Vampire? With a jolt an image popped into my mind- wow photographic memory?!- I saw the young man's eyes again. They were also red. Like mine. I felt a burning in my throat, so I chased another deer. The pain subsided a little. I vowed in my photographic memory mind, that I will break away from stereotypical vampires, I will only drink animals. My crazy smile from earlier stretched back over my face as I started running with my gut feeling again. I was alone with my thoughts. His face kept popping up over and over again, making me, if possible, beam even more.