whaaat? 2 chapters in one night? Believe it cuz it’s happening! First, I’d like to inform you all that I write these things from top to bottom. Meaning, I write the first note before I begin the next chapter and after writing the body of the chapter, I write a second note at the bottom. With that said, this chapter may not be extremely long but then again, it may be my longest yet.
I’ve thought about outlining my stories but I can never find the time to do so. I don’t like outlining on paper and seeing how me and the boyfriend share a Mac, I don’t always have access to it. Outlining is just a difficult task for me. In hindsight, it would have been easier for me to update had I done so but I didn’t so, tough luck for me.
I know I’m rambling but I just feel the need to let you all in on a little part of my life sometimes.
In other news, I’ve decided to start a new story directly after this one is finished. This is my first story and I’ve learned alot about writing while composing this story and it’s taught me a thing or two about how to go about writing a work of fiction and updating schedules. Not too sure when it will start but you all will be the first to know!
Also, all the chapters I post on here aren't beta'd or reviewed before I post them.
I usually send it off to be beta'd before being posted on the FFN site.
But I like to go ahead and post something for everybody and the beta isn't always awake when
I need her to be so while a chapter is sitting in her inbox waiting to be read, I post on here.
With that being said, all mistakes are mine and I take full responsibility for stupid things you may find here.
So go easy on a girl, will ya?
I know I know, shut up so you all can get to the story....
Edward grabbed my hand and pushed me forward, with him and Jasper following behind. I wasn’t sure what Jasper’s plan was but I sure hoped it was a damn good one.
I’d never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.
I’m not sure why I even thought that. I wasn’t going to die....well, maybe I was, but I was sure Jasper would make it out alive even if I didn’t.
I hated that stupid vampire movie. I don’t understand the hype. I especially don’t understand why I’m thinking about stupid things like Midnight or Fireflight or whatever that dumb film is called. I should be planning my escape. I must be one fucked up girl.
Maybe it’s the fact that Edward sickeningly resembled that fuckhot actor in the movie. What was his name? Paul Rabbitson? Fuck! What was wrong with me?
I’m exhausted and delirious from the anxiety of being led to my death by this fucking sadist behind me. That’s it.
Another thought entered my mind while on the subject of stupid vampire movies.
Vampire? The word felt foreign on my lips. Vampires were all the rave these days with all those movies about sparkling ones and human girls falling for the undead. I never once thought that any of that bullshit could be real. It can’t be. It’s not natural, not real. It’s not even possible, was it? I couldn’t bring myself to believe that these supernatural creatures existed in the world. People with heightened senses, maybe, but those were just pregnancy advantages. Nobody could hear people’s thoughts or live eternally at the age of 17 or whatever.
Where did that leave me? I could clearly hear Jasper’s thoughts, as he did mine. I was able to tune his memories into my head, though I wasn’t sure if it worked the other way around. If it did, I was fucked.
Did superhumans exist? What was I? Was I a vampire because I could hear Jaspers thoughts? I don’t remember being bitten or anything. I didn’t feel any different and I couldn’t hear Edward’s thoughts. Maybe he had a block on his brain too. I wasn’t about to ask him though. Something told me it was best not to clue him in on my newfound ability.
I had so easily accepted that I was telepathic or whatever and didn’t ask any questions. Jasper had charmed his way right into my brain (and almost my pants) and I never thought twice about it.
Was he in on all of this? Maybe this was his plan. Charm his way into my life for a few days and lead me here to these...these....wicked freaks of nature for them to use me as they pleased.
No, I couldn’t think like that. Jasper was all I had left in the world right now and I clung to the hope that he would follow through with whatever, hopefully, good he was planning.
As the warehouse as it came into view, I grew more and more anxious. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I was more than positive that it wasn't going to be good and it was more than likely going to hurt.
Instead of going towards the back door beside the window Jasper and I had looked through not even an hour before, we went around the side of the warehouse to what I assumed was the front door. We followed the path made of dead grass and weeds, obviously having been walked on many times before, up to the steps leading to the front door.
I paused at the steps, not really knowing what to do. It was obvious that we were to go in but I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to go first or follow the leader. I turned to look at Edward and inconspicuously steal a glance towards Jasper, hopefully signaling him to fill me in on what in the fuck we were supposed to do now.
I got nothing from Jasper, just the same stone, cold glare he’d had since Edward appeared to us.
I looked back to Edward with question in my eyes, not trusting my voice to speak.
He simply smiled at me and ushered me up the steps, a bit rough for my liking but not enough to push me down.
“Open the door, angel. Don’t be afraid, we won’t bite....too hard,” he chuckled lightly, obviously amused by his own stupid joke.
I stumbled up the steps catching myself on the door frame. I felt Edward come up behind me and run his hands up my hips to latch onto my waist. A cold chill ran through me and I was pretty sure it wasn’t just from his icy fingers. Whatever was on the other side of this door was bad. I couldn’t make myself turn the knob as Edward had instructed.
My hands were shaky as I tried to grip the door handle but it wouldn’t budge.
Edward sighed behind me, obviously out of frustration for my lacking abilities to open a door.
He pushed me aside, this time hard enough to knock me down. I landed hard on my hip as well as my hands from trying to brace my fall. I rolled over to sit on my ass in efforts to give myself a boost to get up, knowing I was getting no help from either men before me.
Jasper looked down at me, sadness overcoming his gaze. His left hand twitched, as if he were going to help me up. I vigorously shook my head in disagreement for fear of angered Edward more. I wasn’t sure if he or anyone inside were really going to kill us but I didn’t want to chance it.
I wrapped my arms around the column on the side of the porch to help myself up onto my wobbly legs.
Edward looked at me in disgust, mumbling something much too fast for me to comprehend as he turned the knob with a flick of his fingers. The door flew open and hit the wall, causing drywall and dust to fall.
Jasper walked in ahead of me, followed by Edward, leaving me outside on the porch alone.
This was my chance to book it and run. I knew Jasper would find a way out and he would probably tell me so if he were able to communicate with me.
I took a cautious step backwards, testing my legs to make sure they were stable enough to escape.
I took another step backwards with my other foot, inching myself closer to the steps. All I had to do was step down twice and I would be on flat land and could start running. I could also jump down the two steps because they weren’t that steep. I didn’t trust my balance enough, though, to land on both feet running. My luck I would fall on my face and be dragged back in by an enraged Edward.
I took one more step backwards, preparing to turn and jump, chancing a fall and praying to God that I landed right.
With my last step, the old rotted wood creaked under my light step. I internally cursed myself as well as the porch and mentally prepared myself to run now.
I turned quickly to jump over the steps and start running for my life.
I wasn’t quick enough, though. Edward was faster.
As I leapt into the air, I felt the familiar ice wrap around my leg and pull.
Everything from then through the next five seconds was in slow motion. As Edward grabbed my leg, he pulled hard. If I wasn’t mistaken, the pull jerked my hip out of socket. I screamed at the same time my face came in fast contact with the first step of the porch, smashing my whole front into the wood. I heard many cracks and felt the pain surge through my whole face, from my nose, through my mouth all the way up into my forehead.
I didn’t register anything immediately though. After my head hit, I knew I was done for but I couldn’t give up just yet. My entire body hurt from the impact with the porch but I had to keep fighting. I needed to get the upper hand.
I kicked as hard as I could at the arms that had a hold on me. Edward had me flat on my stomach, dragging me towards the door. I knew I didn’t have enough space to fight unless I majorly distracted him. I kicked backwards as hard as I could in hopes my foot would come in contact with something valuable.
Lucky me, that valuable thing was his face. He may not be able to feel pain, from what I understand, but it was enough to distract him. He instantly let go of my legs and that’s all the advantage I needed.
My ribcage felt severely bruised and cracked, the familiar pain from having cracked a rib before coming back to me. I wrapped an arm around my waist as I got on my knees and tried to crawl as fast as I could off the porch.
Once again, I had underestimated Edward’s speed and abilities. He was on me in an instant, straddling my back and smashing my body down, my lower half still on the flat part of the porch and my upper half being crushed between his weight and the steps.
“He said you were a fighter, but I didn’t believe it til now. Feisty one, are we?” He whispered in my ear, laughing softly. There was no humor in his voice, though. Just pure evil and dementedness.
I screamed out in pain as his weight began to crush more of my ribs between the steps. He grabbed my hips and dragged me once more onto the porch. Though it was painful and I knew there was nothing left to fight for, I reached and grabbed for anything my hands felt.
I latched onto the step, holding as tight as I could. My petite strength was no match for Edward’s, though. He yanked me hard and my hands slipped off of the bottom step, splinters piercing the flesh of my hands.
I cried out in pain once again, though I knew it fell upon deaf ears. No one was around to help me.
I scratched and pulled at the porch though my efforts were useless.
As Edward dragged me across the threshold of the door, in a last effort to save myself, I grabbed as tightly as I could to the door frame, screaming as loud and hard as my lungs would allow.
Edward grew impatient with me, as one could imagine and walked to where he was straddling me. I couldn’t see his face but I could imagine the smirk that plagued it as he stomped on my left arm, forcing the release of it from the door frame.
I screamed in writhing agony as he flipped me over onto my back, slamming me hard on the threshold of the doorway. Tears began to stream from eyes and blood began to trickle down my face from some injury on my head.
“Please, Edward, please!” I begged. I wasn’t sure what I was begging for but I had a glimpse of hope as he stepped back and stared at me.
That hope was shattered when he bent down and grabbed a fistful of my short hair and picked me up. I used my good arm to grab a hold of his hand to relieve some of the pain shooting through my scalp.
I brought me to a kneeling position and I knew then he intended to either kill me or beat me til I begged to die.
He surprised me by doing neither. Instead, he delivered a hard blow to my face, cracking my jaw. My head snapped back he then grabbed me by throat. He pulled me to my feet by my throat and I could feel my life slipping out of me.
The last thing I remember before the darkness over took me was being thrown over Edward’s shoulder as he kicked the door shut.
Okay, so who is internally cussing me right now? *raises hand*
External rantings work too.
Its’s good to let those emotions out.
Not healthy to keep it inside.
This chapter took a lot out of me. I know this isn’t your typical Alice by any means. She’s not the bubbly sunspot most people depict her as but this was the Alice I imagined when I started this story.
Anywho, lemme know what you think? All criticism is good criticism. Even if it’s tearing me a new asshole.
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Actually, it’s 4 a.m where I’m at and I need a breather after this chapter so don’t expect anything too soon. Maybe another one tomorrow or sometime this weekend.
I’m hoping to wrap this thing up soon.
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p.s.s Stephenie Meyer owns all but I don’t feel the need to say that in every chapter.
I, however, own 2 ticket stubs for Breaking Dawn as well as an iPhone for keeping tabs on the lovely Twilight Saga stars :)
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