Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 13, 2012 23:57:35 GMT -5
*Born in Biloxi, Mississippi in 1901 my name was Mary Alice Brandon my Father was a jeweler and pearl trader who traveled often, leaving my younger sister Cynthia and I alone with my Mother. I had premonitions when I was young, but they weren't always correct. I rarely spoke of them until my teens; trying to warn two people about impending doom, laughed at and ridiculed, until they came true. Once that happened I was no longer just odd, names were thrown about "witch" and "changeling" were most often heard being muttered from the townsfolk. Those ignorant fools thought I was the one to cause the hardships, the accidents, the deaths.
Thee most horrific premonition I had was of a stranger brutally murdering my mother, she believed me, but my father did not. After months of nothing coming to pass she let her guard down, that's when she was killed. When I saw it happen it was ruled an 'accidental death' even though I pled with them, they ignored me, my father silenced me and within six months he'd remarried some blonde from Illinois. She was a cold heartless woman to me, though she treated my sister like the sun rose and fell upon her shoulders. I'd suspected from the beginning that she and my father had something to do with my mother's murder, unfortunately it came to be true, once I'd glimpsed them planning my murder, thus revealing his true face. Trying to hide at her cousin's home, yes the one that died earlier, I was shunned and forced immediately to the sheriff's where I pled with him to listen to me, what my father had done , what he planned on doing to me; but he'd already been two steps ahead. He'd told everyone that I'd gone mad and trapped me in an asylum several counties away.
While trapped there my head was shaved, I was told I'd undergone electroshock therapy but I can't recall any of it, I do know that the cheerful bubbly persona I've always had immerged after that though. The Vampire who'd turned me kept me hidden from most of the 'treatments'. He was so nice, always playing games with me, trying to make me guess what kinds of objects he'd brought to me that day. I was enjoying my time with him when I had the vision of the 'tracker' James. I didn't understand everything, only drawing the vision as quickly as I could and handing it over telling him that this was the man who wanted me dead. He bit me and hid me, as he went to draw James out, giving my blood time to change from the venom. The pain and agony had been extensive enough that I'd lost most of those memories until well after the 1990's when I saw another flash of James this time tracking a pretty brunette. It really would have helped had I been able to see her face at the time, but things don't always appear as they should.
When I awoke a Vampire James saw me long enough to know what had happened, he thought it would be much more fun to see how I'd turn out in the future, so he let me live. At the time I remembered nothing, but the premonitions came they were sharper, more defined and intensified beyond my wildest dreams. It was then that I had my first vision of Japser Whitlock, knowing that he was my soul mate, and that in time we would become part of the Cullen family.
I'd waited in a deserted Diner in Philadelphia in 1948, he'd come in, I'd turned to him and said "Well, you kept me waiting here long enough." He'd grasped my hand and apologized. After months of travel and adventure we'd been married once legally and then met and became family with the Cullens.
Thee most horrific premonition I had was of a stranger brutally murdering my mother, she believed me, but my father did not. After months of nothing coming to pass she let her guard down, that's when she was killed. When I saw it happen it was ruled an 'accidental death' even though I pled with them, they ignored me, my father silenced me and within six months he'd remarried some blonde from Illinois. She was a cold heartless woman to me, though she treated my sister like the sun rose and fell upon her shoulders. I'd suspected from the beginning that she and my father had something to do with my mother's murder, unfortunately it came to be true, once I'd glimpsed them planning my murder, thus revealing his true face. Trying to hide at her cousin's home, yes the one that died earlier, I was shunned and forced immediately to the sheriff's where I pled with him to listen to me, what my father had done , what he planned on doing to me; but he'd already been two steps ahead. He'd told everyone that I'd gone mad and trapped me in an asylum several counties away.
While trapped there my head was shaved, I was told I'd undergone electroshock therapy but I can't recall any of it, I do know that the cheerful bubbly persona I've always had immerged after that though. The Vampire who'd turned me kept me hidden from most of the 'treatments'. He was so nice, always playing games with me, trying to make me guess what kinds of objects he'd brought to me that day. I was enjoying my time with him when I had the vision of the 'tracker' James. I didn't understand everything, only drawing the vision as quickly as I could and handing it over telling him that this was the man who wanted me dead. He bit me and hid me, as he went to draw James out, giving my blood time to change from the venom. The pain and agony had been extensive enough that I'd lost most of those memories until well after the 1990's when I saw another flash of James this time tracking a pretty brunette. It really would have helped had I been able to see her face at the time, but things don't always appear as they should.
When I awoke a Vampire James saw me long enough to know what had happened, he thought it would be much more fun to see how I'd turn out in the future, so he let me live. At the time I remembered nothing, but the premonitions came they were sharper, more defined and intensified beyond my wildest dreams. It was then that I had my first vision of Japser Whitlock, knowing that he was my soul mate, and that in time we would become part of the Cullen family.
I'd waited in a deserted Diner in Philadelphia in 1948, he'd come in, I'd turned to him and said "Well, you kept me waiting here long enough." He'd grasped my hand and apologized. After months of travel and adventure we'd been married once legally and then met and became family with the Cullens.
