Alice's past, Alice POV
1913, October 14
- Mary Alice, where are are you? Come here, young lady!- my mother's voice interrupted my thoughts. I was daydreaming about tomorrow, about one of the most happiest days of my life. That gorgeous dress and the jewelery will look simply perfect...
- Mary Alice, I am not going to shout anymore, if you would not come here...
- I'm coming, mom! - I was already at the the door. My intuitinion told me that if I wouldn't come downstairs, I would have problems. And one thing I truly learned during 12 years of my life was to trust my intuition. My intuition was the reason why tomorrow I will attend one of the most fanciest balls in Biloxi. I, only 12 years old girl from middle class, was asked to Rowenson's Mansion by their son - lovely 14 year old boy, named Arthur. I had pretty much attention these days from boys, people keep telling me that I have something that atracts people to me.
Suddenly I felt my my heart racing. It is stupid to think that something wrong could happen - I have everything : great family, a lot of friends, great future. I'm probably overexcited about tommorow.
- Here you are, Mary! I've waited for you ages, look what a beautiful scarf I brought to you... - and I let my mind drift into fantasizing about the ball...
1913, October 15
- And here is my lovely companion, miss Mary Alice Brandon,- I shook a hand to arrogant old lady whose name I've already forgot. Arthur acted like a prince charming, he presented me to everyone with such happiness that I could hardly understood him but that me feel great. Despise the fact that actually I felt horrible. My heart was bumping so loudly, my stomach was clenched and I couldn't stop waiting for something terrible to happen. I never felt so terrible in my life.
- Mary, would you like a glass of champagne? - Arthur winked me.
- Yes, thank you,- I would be glad to stay away from him for a minute. I didn't want him to notice my panic.
- Just a second,- and he bowed. I couldn't help a smile. When he dived into crowd I headed towards balcony. I needed fresh air. And then something strange happened - my vision become blurred, but still I could see a couple arguing in the balcony, the man started shouting how much he hates the woman, he called her Josephine, and then he pulled out a knife from a pocket.
- I will end your pathetic existence, Josephine. No more lies, no more pain, no more...YOU.,- he stabbed her. I could see blood pouring from a wound, I could see her terrified face and then I started screaming.
- Mary, Mary, what's happened?- I needed few seconds to realize that the horrible scene was gone. I was standing in the place Arthur had left me and I could see empty balcony from there.
- Mary, are you all right? - Arthur's face looked pale and worried. I noticed that everyone was staring at me.
- I, I'm sorry...,- I turned my head from a crowd and froze in shock. Few steps away woman was standing. The same women I saw killed 10 seconds ago. But there was a difference- she was completely intacted and instead of fear there was surprise on he face. She was looking at me like everyone else in the room. She was waiting for an explanation. And the only explanation I can think of right now isn't good. I went crazy.
1913, November 23
I couldn't believe it. After long month of trying to calm myself that I probably fell asleep during a ball and had nightmare, after a long attempt to convince everyone that I'm completely fine and pretend like nothing had happened... I look at the newspaper again. Yes, the article was still there, on the front page. "English Lord killed his American wife". And the picture with pretty wcouple - Josephine and William Gray - the same couple I saw during the ball. And the worst thing of all, that the journalist claimed that the poor woman was stabbed in the balcony.
I wanted to scream. Somehow I knew that my good intuition lead me to this - what happened wasn't a nightmare. It was a vision.
1915, March 09
Today I heard it again. The same story between old ladies in the shop, how unlucky my parents are. Whole Biloxi stoped knowing me as a very pretty girl or talented musician, now everyone thought that Mary Alice Brandon was young insane girl, who lived in the end of the Oak Street and rarely came out of it. A few people who had been witnesses of my vision and later saw them becoming true, knew me as a psychic or even a witch.
After the news about my mental condition spread, eventually I lost almost everything I had. Only later I realized that it wasn't the worst possible situation.
I have only two friends now. Rebeca Collins and Arthur Rowenson still come to me sometimes. They always act very nicely and sincerely try to help me but I know that they don't believe that my visions are real though I should thank them for trying to pretend they do.
Friends are not the only loss. Another one is Cynthia- she always adored me, always wanted to be like me... Now she simply ignores me and tries to avoid me as much as possible. I can't blame her, she only wants a normal life without the rumors about crazy sister.
I guess at least I should be happy about my parents, especially my mother. They try so hard to support, and more important they believe me.
1915, April 19
Today I understood one very important thing. Or actually I admitted one important thing - I have a feelings about Arthur. He was here yesterday, brought me my favorite flowers and we talked all day. He always so nice and so... Normal. He's always acts with me like everything would be normal and I guess that's why I started loving him. I kept looking at his gorgeous green eyes that I almost missed the fact that soon he will be leaving Biloxi and going to New York. He helped his father to establish new business, something about the cars, so his father decided to award him and gave him the business as a gift. After two weeks he will sign a contract that will create many working places here. Though I spend most of my time indoors I still can feel the thrill of the city. Everybody keep whispering how smart Arthur is. And for the first time since I was 12 I have to agree with them.
1915, June 02
- Mary, I can't believe your acting like this. Now, at one of the most important days... - Arthur looked angry
- Please, listen to me, Arthur,- I sobbed and begged at the same time,- Please, I know you never believed in my visions, but trust me, something terrible is going to happen, if...
- Stop. I had enough. I can't let down so many people just because you had a nightmare. I'm going to New York and we can have a talk after I will return. Goodbye, Mary. I hope you'll be better later,- and he turned around.
- Wait, no, they will kill you!,- but my mom's arms stoped me from following him. I could he people saying terrible things about me:
- She's insane, why her parents haven't locked her?
- It's obvious, that she is jealous..
- If he won't sign that papers, whole city would have a loss, how her parents can't understand that?
But I couldn't listen to them long cause I had another vision. Or it would be better to say the same one I had 20 minutes ago when Arthur hugged me to say goodbye. I saw him lying on floor. I saw him dead. Killed. And I couldn't hold my self, I fell down on my knees and start crying loudly. How he could not believe me?
- Shh...Mary, calm down, maybe your wrong and everything would be all right,- I looked at my mother's face. She was holding me, trying to soothe me but also there was concern in her eyes and that made feel even worse. After a few minutes the vision returned and I lost consciousness.
1915, June 05
Arthur and my mom was wrong. And Arthur was dead. I was lying on my bed when I heard the doorbell. I had another feeling that something bad is happening, but I wasn't quite sure whether it was something new or the same feeling that I am falling apart cause I lost someone I love. I tries to swallow my tears, tried not to think about his green eyes when a rough voice interrupted my attempts. Suddenly, I could hear my mother shouting:
- No, you can't! She's only a child, how can you do that? No, stop!
I could feel my anxiety growing, so I started going downstairs until I noticed two policemen.
- Mary, go into your room! - my mother was crying, but I could see anger in her eyes. I can't remember having her an expression like this ever.
- No,- one policemen said. - Are you Mary Alice Brandon?
- Yes,- I could feel my voice trembling. Cynthia came from her room. She looked scared.
- Were you two days ago at the train station with Arthur Rowenson? - his voice was calm, but I could feel something hidden under his tone.
- Yes,- I felt a disaster coming to me.
- Did you tell Mister Rowenson that he will be killed?- now I knew the direction the disaster was coming from, but I'm not running from it. I would face what is waiting for me.
- Yes.
- Mary Alice Brandon, you under arrest for participation in Arthur's Rowenson's murder.
Not the end
1913, October 14
- Mary Alice, where are are you? Come here, young lady!- my mother's voice interrupted my thoughts. I was daydreaming about tomorrow, about one of the most happiest days of my life. That gorgeous dress and the jewelery will look simply perfect...
- Mary Alice, I am not going to shout anymore, if you would not come here...
- I'm coming, mom! - I was already at the the door. My intuitinion told me that if I wouldn't come downstairs, I would have problems. And one thing I truly learned during 12 years of my life was to trust my intuition. My intuition was the reason why tomorrow I will attend one of the most fanciest balls in Biloxi. I, only 12 years old girl from middle class, was asked to Rowenson's Mansion by their son - lovely 14 year old boy, named Arthur. I had pretty much attention these days from boys, people keep telling me that I have something that atracts people to me.
Suddenly I felt my my heart racing. It is stupid to think that something wrong could happen - I have everything : great family, a lot of friends, great future. I'm probably overexcited about tommorow.
- Here you are, Mary! I've waited for you ages, look what a beautiful scarf I brought to you... - and I let my mind drift into fantasizing about the ball...
1913, October 15
- And here is my lovely companion, miss Mary Alice Brandon,- I shook a hand to arrogant old lady whose name I've already forgot. Arthur acted like a prince charming, he presented me to everyone with such happiness that I could hardly understood him but that me feel great. Despise the fact that actually I felt horrible. My heart was bumping so loudly, my stomach was clenched and I couldn't stop waiting for something terrible to happen. I never felt so terrible in my life.
- Mary, would you like a glass of champagne? - Arthur winked me.
- Yes, thank you,- I would be glad to stay away from him for a minute. I didn't want him to notice my panic.
- Just a second,- and he bowed. I couldn't help a smile. When he dived into crowd I headed towards balcony. I needed fresh air. And then something strange happened - my vision become blurred, but still I could see a couple arguing in the balcony, the man started shouting how much he hates the woman, he called her Josephine, and then he pulled out a knife from a pocket.
- I will end your pathetic existence, Josephine. No more lies, no more pain, no more...YOU.,- he stabbed her. I could see blood pouring from a wound, I could see her terrified face and then I started screaming.
- Mary, Mary, what's happened?- I needed few seconds to realize that the horrible scene was gone. I was standing in the place Arthur had left me and I could see empty balcony from there.
- Mary, are you all right? - Arthur's face looked pale and worried. I noticed that everyone was staring at me.
- I, I'm sorry...,- I turned my head from a crowd and froze in shock. Few steps away woman was standing. The same women I saw killed 10 seconds ago. But there was a difference- she was completely intacted and instead of fear there was surprise on he face. She was looking at me like everyone else in the room. She was waiting for an explanation. And the only explanation I can think of right now isn't good. I went crazy.
1913, November 23
I couldn't believe it. After long month of trying to calm myself that I probably fell asleep during a ball and had nightmare, after a long attempt to convince everyone that I'm completely fine and pretend like nothing had happened... I look at the newspaper again. Yes, the article was still there, on the front page. "English Lord killed his American wife". And the picture with pretty wcouple - Josephine and William Gray - the same couple I saw during the ball. And the worst thing of all, that the journalist claimed that the poor woman was stabbed in the balcony.
I wanted to scream. Somehow I knew that my good intuition lead me to this - what happened wasn't a nightmare. It was a vision.
1915, March 09
Today I heard it again. The same story between old ladies in the shop, how unlucky my parents are. Whole Biloxi stoped knowing me as a very pretty girl or talented musician, now everyone thought that Mary Alice Brandon was young insane girl, who lived in the end of the Oak Street and rarely came out of it. A few people who had been witnesses of my vision and later saw them becoming true, knew me as a psychic or even a witch.
After the news about my mental condition spread, eventually I lost almost everything I had. Only later I realized that it wasn't the worst possible situation.
I have only two friends now. Rebeca Collins and Arthur Rowenson still come to me sometimes. They always act very nicely and sincerely try to help me but I know that they don't believe that my visions are real though I should thank them for trying to pretend they do.
Friends are not the only loss. Another one is Cynthia- she always adored me, always wanted to be like me... Now she simply ignores me and tries to avoid me as much as possible. I can't blame her, she only wants a normal life without the rumors about crazy sister.
I guess at least I should be happy about my parents, especially my mother. They try so hard to support, and more important they believe me.
1915, April 19
Today I understood one very important thing. Or actually I admitted one important thing - I have a feelings about Arthur. He was here yesterday, brought me my favorite flowers and we talked all day. He always so nice and so... Normal. He's always acts with me like everything would be normal and I guess that's why I started loving him. I kept looking at his gorgeous green eyes that I almost missed the fact that soon he will be leaving Biloxi and going to New York. He helped his father to establish new business, something about the cars, so his father decided to award him and gave him the business as a gift. After two weeks he will sign a contract that will create many working places here. Though I spend most of my time indoors I still can feel the thrill of the city. Everybody keep whispering how smart Arthur is. And for the first time since I was 12 I have to agree with them.
1915, June 02
- Mary, I can't believe your acting like this. Now, at one of the most important days... - Arthur looked angry
- Please, listen to me, Arthur,- I sobbed and begged at the same time,- Please, I know you never believed in my visions, but trust me, something terrible is going to happen, if...
- Stop. I had enough. I can't let down so many people just because you had a nightmare. I'm going to New York and we can have a talk after I will return. Goodbye, Mary. I hope you'll be better later,- and he turned around.
- Wait, no, they will kill you!,- but my mom's arms stoped me from following him. I could he people saying terrible things about me:
- She's insane, why her parents haven't locked her?
- It's obvious, that she is jealous..
- If he won't sign that papers, whole city would have a loss, how her parents can't understand that?
But I couldn't listen to them long cause I had another vision. Or it would be better to say the same one I had 20 minutes ago when Arthur hugged me to say goodbye. I saw him lying on floor. I saw him dead. Killed. And I couldn't hold my self, I fell down on my knees and start crying loudly. How he could not believe me?
- Shh...Mary, calm down, maybe your wrong and everything would be all right,- I looked at my mother's face. She was holding me, trying to soothe me but also there was concern in her eyes and that made feel even worse. After a few minutes the vision returned and I lost consciousness.
1915, June 05
Arthur and my mom was wrong. And Arthur was dead. I was lying on my bed when I heard the doorbell. I had another feeling that something bad is happening, but I wasn't quite sure whether it was something new or the same feeling that I am falling apart cause I lost someone I love. I tries to swallow my tears, tried not to think about his green eyes when a rough voice interrupted my attempts. Suddenly, I could hear my mother shouting:
- No, you can't! She's only a child, how can you do that? No, stop!
I could feel my anxiety growing, so I started going downstairs until I noticed two policemen.
- Mary, go into your room! - my mother was crying, but I could see anger in her eyes. I can't remember having her an expression like this ever.
- No,- one policemen said. - Are you Mary Alice Brandon?
- Yes,- I could feel my voice trembling. Cynthia came from her room. She looked scared.
- Were you two days ago at the train station with Arthur Rowenson? - his voice was calm, but I could feel something hidden under his tone.
- Yes,- I felt a disaster coming to me.
- Did you tell Mister Rowenson that he will be killed?- now I knew the direction the disaster was coming from, but I'm not running from it. I would face what is waiting for me.
- Yes.
- Mary Alice Brandon, you under arrest for participation in Arthur's Rowenson's murder.
Not the end
Ariella on the Plane
It is being reported that Taylor Lautner snagged an amazing 7.5 million to star in Northern Lights opposite Tom Cruise. Nikki Finki has deduced that with this sum of money Lautner has sky rocketed to being the highest paid teenaged actor in Hollywood over Zac Efron and Miley Cyrus. Fans of Twilight might think he’s worth the price tag, but as Cinema Blend points out, Lautner hasn’t carried a film on his own yet which makes the paycheck that much more impressive.
“Given that Lautner hasn’t carried a single movie without the word Twilight in the title, that’s a pretty significant gamble. Robert Pattinson’s projects beyond Twilight haven’t really gone anywhere, though granted, he hasn’t been groomed as a new star by a studio in the same way. But can the Twilight effect carry on without Bella lurking somewhere in the frame?”
January 2, 2010 ·
Coming in at number 4 the infamous crash scene from Twilight, on Moviefones top 25 Movie Moments of the Decade.
How could anyone ever forget that scene? When I first read Twilight, and read that part, the hair was standing up on my arms and I held my breath. To actually see that on the big screen was amazing. That one scene set all future events for the Twilight Saga in place, and marked the beginning of Bella and Edward’s journey. Even though it was not exactly like the book — it was dead on in all the important aspects. I was quite pleased with how that scene turned out.
This is a poem I wrote in my spare time. I morphed it into a song and entered a contest with it. I won 3rd place! Hope you like.
Repeat: This is about TWILIGHT. No other books.
Going in alone.
No turning back.
I have good intentions,
But this might be my last chance.
I wonder, is the choice I'm about to make,
Really the path I should take.
Hunting me down,
Evil dreams,
Lurking in the shadows,full of pain.
Don't understand,
I'm tired of mind games,
But in the mirror, it's all the same.
Blink of an eye,
Might actually have to say goodbye,
But I hear the voice of my guardian angel,
Calling my name.
Not my last fight,
Not my last hope,
Not my last wish,
Not my last breath...
For now, my heart is mending,
but I'm still alive.
This is about the confrontation with James at the end of the book.
I hope you like it. Rate and review. I'm having doubts...
Repeat: This is about TWILIGHT. No other books.
Going in alone.
No turning back.
I have good intentions,
But this might be my last chance.
I wonder, is the choice I'm about to make,
Really the path I should take.
Hunting me down,
Evil dreams,
Lurking in the shadows,full of pain.
Don't understand,
I'm tired of mind games,
But in the mirror, it's all the same.
Blink of an eye,
Might actually have to say goodbye,
But I hear the voice of my guardian angel,
Calling my name.
Not my last fight,
Not my last hope,
Not my last wish,
Not my last breath...
For now, my heart is mending,
but I'm still alive.
This is about the confrontation with James at the end of the book.
I hope you like it. Rate and review. I'm having doubts...
By Twilight_News
There is a casting scam going on regarding Breaking Dawn that has caught a couple of people. Lana Veenker, who cast several of the roles in Twilight, explains how the scam works and how not to get caught up in something like that!
“If you’ve been around my blog for a while, you know how much we hate, HATE, HATE scam artists who prey on aspiring actors and movie fans (especially kids) with fake casting calls.
A new one involving Breaking Dawn, the final installment in the Twilight series, has come to my attention. BE WARNED! As I’ve done in the past, I’m going to dissect it, show you all the red flags and demonstrate how I did the research to uncover the scam artist behind it all.
So next time you get an email like the one below or see something online that sounds too good to be true, you’ll know how to dissect it yourself to find out if it’s bogus or for real. Take note!
edward forever
twilight is the most awsome movie ever made! I think edward so hot! Before all of you can judge twilight read the book! so if you freakin judge twilight just because its about vampires. your freakin wrong! and edward NOT GAY! if you keep saying that ill kick your freaking head off!
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