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Damaged by Awsomealice94“I better dream if I have to struggle” Story of 19 year old Mary Alice Brandon

Damaged by Awsomealice94 Disclaimer- i own nothing Story is finished, so posting should be done regularly :) i started this last winter and haven't told a single person about it until a couple of months ago-which was hard for me, as you can imagine :) i finished two days ago

16. Chapter 16

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~When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight
Won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight~
It Ends Tonight-All American Rejects

James cursed, finally placing his head back in its proper place, between his shoulders. He moved his head from side to side, the same head that had just been torn off minutes previous. His objective wasn’t to get decapitated-things just hadn’t been going quite his way. He shrugged-it wasn’t the end of this-in fact, this turn of events made things all the more interesting for a tracker.

But as he focused, he could hear that something wasn’t right with the catacombs… because nothing was in it but him and the occasional rat.

“Must we keep playing this game?” James said out loud in frustration, running towards the exit. But then a tantalizing, pungent odor brought him to a dark corner of the catacombs…there was a pool of blood on the ground. It was Mary Alice Brandon’s blood-he knew that smell anywhere. James’s mouth opened in shock as he dipped a finger in the crimson pool. He analyzed his red, sticky finger before coming to the one conclusion he thought wouldn’t happen.

“He changed her. He bit her.” he muttered in dismay before growling in aggravation and shock. It echoed throughout the catacombs, making some of the stone crumble down to the ground. He was sure Carlton Sacks didn’t have it in him. He was wrong.

The game had ended. And it wasn’t the outcome he would have liked. Carlton Sacks was going to die-out of pure vengeance. He would leave the girl alive-there was no reason to kill her as a vampire now. And it wasn’t likely their paths would cross ever again.


A young vampire woke up alone.

She had short, spiky black hair. She was small, almost pixy like. Her eyes were bright red.

But all she could remember was black.

What was her name?

Margret? Alexandra? Bethany? Cynthia? Jane?


She closed her eyes and tried to think…she heard ‘Alice’.


Alice was right. Alice was her name. She was called Alice when she was human by the people who loved her.

Alice looked around, she smelled grass. And flowers. She heard birds chirping and insects flying a mile away.

It was pretty.

It was different than darkness.

Alice ran her fingers through the long grass. Her toes curled into the dirt, feeling the softness too. She looked up at the bright light in the sky…the sun, she remembered. She knew she didn’t see the sun often…she wondered why-it was so warm and sparkly. Looking down at herself, she realized she was just as sparkly-it fascinated her. She moved her hand around in front of her face, laughing at the rainbow colors that danced across her skin. She sighed contently, lying back down on the soft bed of grass. She closed her eyes and thought. She remembered something else! A second memory! She was being carried…out of darkness…and to here. She was carried to a meadow.

By whom?

Alice thought hard…but she couldn’t remember. She was alone now…

Alice got up. She didn’t know where she was. She knew she was a vampire. And she knew her name…

She knew another word that was suddenly introduced into her vocabulary.


Alice smiled, getting up and skipping around her meadow. She was happy-freedom was a nice new word. She raised her arms above her and twirled around-she had never felt like this before.

When she finally stopped it was in front of a tree…and beyond that were more trees. It went on and on and on. What was beyond those trees? She thought of where she should go. She thought long and hard-looking at the tall trees around her before gasping.

Alice was sitting on a bar stool. It was in the country…people, humans, surrounded her in this diner. It was half empty and nearing night. She swung her feet front and back in the air, since she couldn’t touch the ground. She was waiting for somebody she didn’t know- and then in so many ways did. A blond, handsome, man walked in the diner. He was in search of somebody too. His name was Jasper Whitlock, and he too was a vampire. He was what she was looking for. Where she was going. And he was her love. Her life. Alice jumped off of the bar stool and walked towards her future.

Alice ran in the direction of the diner. How she knew where it was she didn’t know. She hummed to herself as she thought of him. Jasper Whitlock…she smiled-she loved him already.

The once called Mary Alice Brandon left the Asylum behind her. And all of her memories of it, including the vampire that she had once loved. Hell was yesterday, and now Alice was free.

The once damaged, could finally be repaired.