|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Before I Woke Chapter 8 BewildermentChapter 8 Bewilderment
I do not own Alice or any other characters from The Twilight Saga. They all belong to the one and only, Stephenie Mayers. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s begin.
I slowly feel myself come into wakefulness. I've been out for a long time, I can feel it. I also can feel a throbbing ache throughout all my muscles, as if I had done an intense exercise that worked out every muscle in my body, before I had gone to sleep.
Even worse than the painful aching in my muscles is the pounding migraine in my temples. It's as if there are two little men inside my head that are slamming huge sledge hammers into my temples repeatedly.
A whimper escapes lips, and I wish to return to unconsciousness (to return to peaceful oblivion) but it eludes to find me again. I open my eyes slowly and take in my surroundings. It’s dark and there isn’t much in the small room only a small toilet in the corner and a c
Before I Woke ch. 7Chapter 7 Memories part 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Alice. If I did, she'd be real and my second best friend because Alexis is my best friend. So with that, let's begin! ! (BTW: My beta wrote that amazing and tear-jerking last part)
I close my eyes, trying to block out the sudden flow of memories. There are too many painful things to think about, now that I'm locked up in this place. But no matter what I try, they still manage to come. I squeeze my eyes shut, bring my knees to my chest, and rock myself back and forth, trying to concentrate on not remembering.
A bright white light flashes in front of my eyes temporarily, blinding me. I breathe rapidly as my panic increases.
A sharp, electrifying pain courses throughout my veins, beginning at my head and circuiting throughout my body. I cry out and close my eyes, trying to find some way to relieve the pain.
I fall deeper and deeper into darkness consuming me, into nothingness.
I gasp. My eyes fly open as I realize what I just saw. Panic
Before I Woke - Chapter 6 Memories (part 1)Author’s Notes:
Hey, Everyone. Happy holidays!
Before I Woke is no longer on Hiatus ! I’m really glad because I felt pretty bad about leaving you waiting with no idea of when I’d start writing again, so I thought posting this for a pre-Christmas present. And I’m more than half way done with chapter seven, so expect another post within the next few days.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I probably should have been writing these from the beginning, but better late than never. - I don’t own Alice or Cynthia, they were created by the wonderful Stephenie Meyers. Everyone else is mine all mine. I’m not making any money from this, so don’t sue me, Stephenie, gomen.
Chapter 6 Memories (part 1)
Darkness. Complete darkness has been constant since the first day I was admitted to this wretched hell hole.
Day in, day out, complete darkness.
And as the days went by, I started to lose track of ti
Before I woke - chapter 5Chapter 5 Betrayal
My father wants to kill me.
Over the years, I had come to realize that I wasn't my father’s favorite person and he didn’t exactly like me either, what with me always drawing unwanted attention to the family with my visions. We never had a close father-daughter relationship. But I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams that would be enough for him to want me dead.
I sit in the quiet darkness of my room, unsure of what to do. All I know is that I can't stay here, not unless I want to die.
I pull back the covers slowly, quietly stepping out of bed. I tiptoe across the room, grabbing a pair of shoes out of my closet. Tiptoeing back, I slowly open the door, careful not to wake my sleeping family members.
I creep quietly down the hall, only stopping when I come in front of Cynthia's room. I open the door and step inside. She sleeps soundly. Her soft, wavy hair shines silver in the moonlight.
Moving closer to the bed, I place a soft hand on her hair.
Before I Woke - Chapter 4Chapter 4 Unforeseen
January 11, 1919
It has been a little over six months since Mama passed and it would seem as if my entire world has been turned upside down. Papa has all but forgotten Mama. He acts as if she never existed, glad that she was gone even. It just doesn't seem right. He didn’t even seem to mourn her death, not even a little bit. And what was even more suspicious was that he had started dating some blonde women from Chicago less than a month after she died. Her father is a good client of Papa’s; that’s how they met initially.
Ms. Veronica Crooney-now Brandon- is her name, and she is the most pernicious woman that has ever walked the earth. She absolutely adores Cynthia, and treats her as if she is a child of gold. Though she unquestionably hates me. We often get into arguments, which always ends with me getting punished. I adamantly hate Veronica and wish she would go back to Chicago where she belongs.
I set my diary on my nightstand and m
Before I Woke - Chapter 3June 26, 1918
It has been four months since I had the vision of Mama being killed. Everyone has been on edge since then. Every slam of a door or drop of a glass makes me jump. I guess you could say that I'm being paranoid, but what choice do I have? I can't do anything that will risk Mama's life. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. I really hope Papa is right about my vision being wrong. I really do.
I look out to the shoreline, watching the sun set. Waves crash onto the beach and recede back into the vast ocean.
I close my diary and set it down on the soft sand. I had went to the beach earlier today. It always helps calm my nerves, which have been really high lately.
I've been here for hours thinking about Mama; she is always in my thoughts nowadays. I think about how she used to tuck me in and read me bedtime stories, or when she would sing to me when I fell and scraped my knee. But my thoughts would always end up going back to the vision of her death. With her lying
Before I Woke - Chapter 2Chapter 2 Fright
It is sunny outside, another beautiful day in Biloxi, Mississippi that I am forced to stay within the perimeter of our property line, not that I went out much before, but ever since Cynthia’s birthday my father had been even more strict about me going out.
I sit on the old tire swing underneath the massive Weeping Willow, slowly swing back and forth, while I read my favorite book; “Forgotten in the Garden.”
Hours pass as I wait for Cynthia to return from school. When I hear a blood curling scream coming from the house. I run back inside to see where it came from. I step into the kitchen; no one is there, “Mama?” I call, no one answers.
I look in every room one by one finding nothing, “Mama?!” I call again, my voice slightly hysterical. I wait listening for an answer; nothing. I start to look up stairs, when I hear a m
Before I Woke - chapter 1Birthday 1
February 23, 1918
Today is Cynthia’s eighth birthday, I can’t believe how old she’s getting it feels as if it was only yesterday Mama and Papa brought her home from the hospital. Speaking of Papa, he isn’t here, he never is. He’s always out selling jewelry to some Yankee up north, but, today he should be here, we all miss him terribly especially Cynthia and on top of that he promised he would be. Not that he ever keeps his promises. I guess it doesn’t matter; we can still have a good time with out him.
“Mary Alice.” My mother calls. I put down my diary and go down stairs to see what she wants.
“Yes Mama.” She is icing a large cake for Cynthia’s birthday this afternoon. She smiles at me kindly, her light blue eyes sparkling lightly.
“Will you go down to the schoolhouse and pick up your sister for me, please.”
I frowned, I hate doing this, and everyone in town would call me a witch,
Alice and Jasper the Beginnig (chapter 2)
Alice and Jasper the Beginning
Chapter 2 The Cullens.
We sit in the cave together; Jasper holding me in his arms. "I don't even know your name, though think I love you." He whispers.
I smile up at him. "I guess I never did tell you my name, I tend to get a little ahead of myself at times. It's just that I feel like I already know you, Jasper." He smiles at me with kind eyes. "My name is Mary Alice, though every one calls me Alice.
"Well. Alice," he says still smiling, "would you like to tell me how you know me?"
"You could say I kind of saw you coming." His expression looks confused he obviously doesn't understand what I mean. "I can see the future actually, and I saw you, so I went looking for you and I now found you."
"If you don't mind my asking, I was wondering what made your eyes that color. In my hundred years I never had seen any thing like it." He says, with curious eyes.
"I don't hunt the way you do, Jasper; I don't feed on human blood
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.7As the creatures words sunk in, you felt your heart skip several beats.
You blinked rapidly and took a few steps back. You weren't angry, you weren't terrified, instead you felt a foreign and unexpected feeling that you couldn't find a
You looked back at Jeff, who had a hand curled into his hair in frustration. He met your gaze for a brief moment before looking at Slenderman.
"But can't you just-"
"My Proxies have a particular skill set, as you've most likely seen from Jeffery. Now, I must ask; what is your relationship with him? It is extremely unheard of for him to spare a life."
Slenderman said, cutting him off.
You gulped. What was your relationship with him?
Friend? No, he wouldn't hesitate to kill you if he wanted to.
"He had said that he kept me around for company, out of boredom." You replied, which was the honest truth. Jeff wasn't affectionate in any way, and enjoyed getting under your skin.
The only time he showed you concern was out of necessit
Fun At The FairLeo sighed. How had Mikey talked him into this?
"That’ll be $20."
Handing the money to the ticket vendor Leo did his best to keep his hand hidden in the large sleeve of his coat so as not to alert the man that Leo and Mikey were not human. A moment later the man shoved two small slips of paper into his hand before waving them away.
"Have fun at the fair. NEXT!"
Handing one of the tickets to Mikey, Leo rolled his eyes as Mikey let out a loud giggle and began pulling him towards the entrance to the fairgrounds. Following Mikey's lead Leo watched amused as Mikey handed his ticket to the person at the gate before going inside and pausing for Leo to join him.
Once inside the fair Leo did his best to keep up with Mikey who practically ran; checking out every booth and stall while staring longingly up at some of the rides.
As they passed by one of the booths, a man's voice called to them.
"Hey kid! Come over here. If you pop a balloon you'll win a prize."
Leo rolled his eyes and did his
Words Of Healing (PART 2)RAPH’S POV
As much as they all wanted to keep watch over their youngest brother splinter had decided that it would be best for them to do so in shifts, with Raph going first, then Leo, then Donnie and finally splinter himself. When they had protested, pleading with him to let them all watch Mikey together splinter had insisted; stating that being alone would also give each of them time to process what had happened to Mikey on their own time. Sighing Raph remembered what splinter had said. That even though Mikey was unconscious talking to him would help aid his recovery.
“Hey…….Mikey…….can you hear me?”
Mikey didn’t respond; again Raph sighed.
“So…….look……….i know we don't talk much……I guess I scare you. I promise……I don't do it on purpose…..I just………”
He sighed again, running his hand over his face. Why was this so hard for him? He got
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.8After the surprising encounters of yesterday, you were taken back out through unfamiliar woods until you reached a large house.
You were given a room, down the hall from Jeff and Eyeless Jack, which was surprising, considering that the two killers were the last people you'd want to be around at night.
The first few days were rough however, and the murderous clan took special time out of their day to "familiarize" themselves with you.
Toby was by far the nicest. He could be a bit of a downer at times, and his tourettes took some getting used to, but he seemed the most similar to you.
Masky and Hoodie were friendly enough, but you always caught them spying on you for no apparent reason. Hoodie never spoke above a whisper and it creeped you out.
Masky was gentle and extremely shy, but on several occasions you found him on the floor having violent coughing fits, and swallowing handfuls of pills. He almost never removed his mask, unless he was sleeping.
Eyeless Jack, the second oldest, was
Words Of Healing (PART 3)He was floating. Light shown all around him, forcing him to keep his eyes closed or be blinded. from far away he could hear voices, people talking, the feeling of people touching him. But he ignored the feelings and voices. He was comfortable to just lay here with his eyes closed. He felt at peace, the pain that had wracked his body before was gone now, replaced by a gentle numbness that was oddly comforting.
That voice was louder, but at the same time soft, feminine, and caring. But still he ignoed this new voice to.
There it was again, calling to him. Slowly he felt things begin to change. It was like he was slowly sinking underwater.
“Michelangelo……it is time to wake up.”
Groaning he slowly opened his eyes. The blinding light was gone. Blinking slowly he turned his head; looking around the new place he was in. he was laying under a blanket. Above him a large tree stretched up into the seemingly endless
Hungry for Hysteria: Blackthorne Manor Halloween was coming up soon; one of Mina’s favorite holidays. She would typically host a Halloween party, starting with Trick-Or-Treating then watching a variety of scary movies later in the evenings. Fright Night was a personal favorite of hers.
Inzi, on the other hand, had mixed feelings about the holiday. His parents – especially his father – had always been superstitious, and he had never been a fan of horror, so visiting haunted houses and watching horror flicks was never his forte. Regardless, he did still enjoy seeing how creative people could get with costumes, and he could never deny buying bucketloads of candy.
But this time, Mina had talked him into visiting a different kind of haunted house. It wouldn’t be one with people dressed as chainsaw killers jumping out every ten seconds. Instead, it was going to be a visit to an old abandoned mansion on a hill at the edg
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 1)
If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it is yours forever.
I let out another sigh, already exhausted for the day and it was only noon. Mister England has me working day and night now, well ever since America and many others had left him. He lost Canada, Hong Kong, and so many others, I was all that was left really. I remember the happy times, when he used to be so much kinder, so loving. But that wasn't the England I know now.
I am known as the personification of (c/n), but most like to call me (f/n) (l/n). I've been around for many years, it’s still a wonder how I am still under British rule, but my country is small and I never get the chance to make allies to help me. England keeps me on a tight leash; there is barely a moment that he isn't watching over
Alice and Jasper the Begining
Alice and Jasper the Beginning
I was sitting at the bar waiting, again, it has been almost thirty years since I first saw Jasper in my first vision and I still haven't found him. I've been in this small town for two weeks. I think it might be time to move on and to look elsewhere.
"Can I get you something to drink, miss?" the bar tender asks, smiling at me. I have been sitting her for about three hours I might as well if I want to keep up the human charade.
"Um "water, please."
"Coming right up." He says still smiling, and leaves the counter returning quickly. "Here you go miss, enjoy. "
"Thank you," I say politely and pretend to take a sip of the water. That's when the door opens. It was him, Jasper, I thought I would never find him. Excited, I hop down from the bar stool and approach him. "You have kept me waiting a long time." I say smiling up at him.
He ducks his head and says. "I'm sorry, ma'am." I offer him my hand, he hesitates at first, but he takes
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
Keep in Touch!
Endorell-Taelos is very well known within the community for her selfless giving and gracious community spirit. Since joining DeviantART over seven years ago, Alicia has continued to make a positive impact on many deviants. Her helpful and thoughtful approach was one of her finest attributes when serving as a Community Volunteer, and this has continued throughout the many contests which Alicia provides on a regular basis. As we approach our Birthday celebrations, we can't... Read More