Alice Cullen's Story

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

               “Please Sebastian, don’t be…”

               I was cut of mid sentence by an excruciating pain which blasted straight through my heart. My breathing increased pace in quickness, my body quivering immensely. Sebastian held me firmly against his chest, whispering something incoherently into my ear.

               I couldn’t take notice of him, couldn’t find his face. He had been misplaced – his presence long forgotten. The only thought which ran through my mind was pain – never ending torture. Pain one would not even inflict upon an enemy – pain I wouldn’t inflict on Doctor Barrett or Nurse Rebecca.

               Pain…

               Pain…

               And further pain…

                A screeching ricochet blasted through my skull, leaving me gasping for air in Sebastian’s glacial arms. My heart still beat out of rhythm, my body trembling from iciness – from trepidation.

                Sebastian let go of me for a moment, and disappeared out of the area. He returned quickly though, but to me it had felt like a life span. In one fleet moment, he had injected me with anesthetics, and held me tightly – once again – to his chest. He soothed me all the time, though I was somewhat frightened. As the pain seized, my thoughts wandered to his former words.

               ‘Alice… I’m a vampire.’ He had said.

               Of course I knew it was impossible, but all the signs were there – his smoldering crimson eyes, quick and sudden movements, and temperamental personality – my visions. It all fell into place – the vision I had where of bloodlust, where I had slaughtered those naive men for their blood.

               Blood…

               Blood…

               Blood…

               …I still heard it echo in my mind.

               

               Sebastian was a vampire and I…

               My mind drifted in and out of focus – my eyelids falling fairly. The anesthetics confused me, made me forget what I had been thinking about. I lay unmoving against Sebastian’s cold chest, as he hummed a tune I had never heard.

               I was content, for the first time in my life – I was at ease. I had found my place, my reason for living – here in Sebastian’s arms, his arctic, marble-like arms. The pain seized as I drifted away from reality. Not darkness, no – I had always been kept in the dark. I had no memory of what the sun felt like against my skin, no memory of effortless days I once took for granted. I had forgotten everything, lived two years within unconsciousness. I was paralyzed, trapped – physically and mentally – forever in the darkness.