shattered ↠ alice cullen ||completed||

chapter ten

NOTE:

There is mention of sexual assault in this chapter. If you are being or have been assaulted, please contact your local police department or talk to someone you trust. Below this are some phone numbers for a helpline for assault victims, both are available 24/7. Please get help if you are suffering through this, and know you are not alone.

The RAINN National Sexual Assault Helpline - 800-656-4673

DoD Safe Helpline - 877-995-5247

Brook Evans

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I could hear steady drumbeats, crickets chirping, the eventual car going by, and fluttering of some kind. I opened my eyes to see a... mostly dark room. I could still see everything in it - the dust floating around the room, the ants crawling across the floor, the tiny chips of paint off of the car onto the ground beside me, the tools thrown about - and the dust that collected on those tools. Everything was so clear, even my reflection in the dirty window. My hair was just the same length, but now it was a darker brown, with brown-that-was-two-shades-darker-than mine streaks in it, with some reddish tinting to it. My once pale skin had gone as white as paper, and was smooth as silk. My teeth were sharper than they were before I had been bitten by... whatever animal I had been bitten by. My eyes, however... the hazel color they had been was gone and replaced with a crimson red. My eyebrows were thick, but seemed perfectly arched and matched my hair. I was still thin, but my breasts had grown a bit.

The eyes... they scared me. That fear seemed to draw up a burning in my throat. It felt like I had been at the gym for weeks, but hadn't had a glass of water that whole time. Those steady drumbeats and that delicious smell weren't exactly helping the pain. I followed my instincts and tracked that scent down. It brought me inside the house, into my parents' room. They lay there, breathing and snoring... it filled me with rage. They didn't notice that their only daughter, their youngest child, had gone missing for Lord only knows how long I'd been unconscious. Yet, here they slept, peacefully. Fury engulfed me when I smelled it. The delicious smell was coming from them. That was when it hit me.

It was obvious to me now. They had what I needed. And I knew what I needed: blood. But.. why? The answer was obvious... that animal I had been bitten by was not an animal at all; it had been a vampire. Which made me a vampire. I'd have to kill humans now. I didn't want that life. I didn't want innocent people killed. But... then again... were the couple in front of me really innocent? Mother had let Father abuse me, and Father had abused his power and the words of God - twisting them until they were no longer recognizable to the Believer's eye.

It was obvious then. I would avenge all those Father bullied, avenge all those tears Mother had made me cry. Then, I would pack my clothes, take their wallets (they weren't going to need it), and take the car. I would drive away then. Drive... anywhere. Anywhere but Forks.

I smirked. I grabbed Father's 'Prayer Rope' that he used when I was a child and a bad girl, and tied him to the bed tightly. He couldn't escape. When I realized this, I pulled Mother up by her hair and held her to me, her back to my ripped-and-blood-covered-sweatshirt-covered chest.

"Adam!" Mother dearest said, fear evident in her voice. He woke up, his hazel eyes filled with two things; sleep and regret. The latter... it filled me with excitement and joy. He would suffer just as much as he'd made me.

"Mary? Brook? What in the Lord's name is going on here?" He asked fearfully - and rightfully so.

"Oh, Father dearest. I have allowed you to run our religion into Satan's grasp. I have allowed you to become the monster you have become. I have allowed you to abuse the love and respect I had for you as a child and as a human. But, tonight, Father, I will fix the mistake I've made. I will snuff out the fire I have created." I said softly and sweetly. My grip on my dear mother tightened and she started to gasp for air. Air that she would soon not need.

"N-no!" Adam's face paled in fear, his heart beating hard and fast. You know, if this was how killing humans felt, I would get used to it.

"Say goodnight to Mother dearest." I smiled lightly and sank my teeth into her neck. Her blood was sweet and rich... the only way I could describe it to you would be... it was like a cheesecake made by the most amazing dessert chef in the world. I drank and drank until her body was empty and all that was there was an empty shell. I dropped her body, no doubt getting more blood all over me.

I slowly climbed onto Father's lap.

"So you like to touch little girls, don't you, Father? That's why we moved, isn't it?" I smiled at him menacingly.

"Yes..." his voice came out emotionless. I looked at him, confused.

"You're a monster, you know that, don't you, Father?" I asked him.

"Yes." he answered honestly.

"Oh, Father. I'm glad you're honest." I smiled sweetly and then sank my teeth into him. His blood wasn't as sweet. It tasted like a lemon cheesecake. Sour but rich. When Adam no longer drew breath, I got up. I wiped my mouth with my sweatshirt's sleeve and walked into my bedroom. I packed all of my things, ripped myself out of all their pictures, took two baby pictures of me, a picture of Noah and I together. I grabbed Mary and Adam's wallets, put them in one of my bags, and called for a taxi at a house down the road. I quickly changed into a pair of black jeans, a black crop top, a dark khaki/green parka, put my rosary on, slid my Converse on, and grabbed a white and gold Venetian masquerade mask that I'd kept from our Church's Masquerade Youth Ball. 

I took a moment to think before I grabbed the lighter Adam used for candles and looked at the gas that Mary had used anytime she used the barbecue. I poked a hole in the tank with one jab of my finger, and looked at the lighter. As the tank leaked, I lit the gas and dropped the lighter, running and knowing I only had a few seconds before it blew the whole place up. I held all of my bags in my arms as I ran at an inhuman speed and stopped at the house.

I sprayed myself with rose-scented perfume until I couldn't smell the blood or gas anymore. I'm sure, to the human nose, I smelled too strongly of perfume, but I wasn't going to risk being caught.

The taxi arrived and the driver helped me get all of my bags into the trunk. Right as we went to get in, the house I had been calling home for so long blew up in flames.

"What is-" I cut him off.

"Go! I'm afraid of fire!" I screamed.

"But-" I cut him off again.

"Go!" I screamed at him again. He sped off in the opposite direction.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" the driver asked me curiously.

"I just came from a party that was Mardi Gras themed." I said. The lie came simply to my lips.

While we drove in a comfortable silence, I smiled softly. I was free.