Challenge #3: Transformation

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Hello [#username],

Your challenge is to write a post as your muse during their transformation. (This is mostly for the ones, who can not get it into a thread, however everyone including [#username] is welcome to try this one out!)

Come on [#username]! See if you can test out our writing skills on this one! Just post a reply.

[Aro]

Challenge Three: Transformation
Three thousand years ago in Italy

Far Grander Than Any Human

Aro didn't know what was happening or who that man had been. He didn't hear any voices only his screams of pain. He wanted to die. He didn't know what was happening to him. Was he being burned to death? It certainly felt that way. He couldn't think about anything but the pain he felt. The fire was everywhere there wasn't any part of his body the wasn't on fire. Slowly very slowly he began to feel a dull pain. From the tips of his fingers and toes the fire was finally going out. He didn't know how long it was days, weeks he couldn't tell you. His heart was pounding much to fast and it seemed to be connected with the pain. But he could hear the sounds and voices. It was different he could hear it all so clearly and make out each sound. His people he recognized them right away. He had even heard his mother and sister who were told to leave. This was no place for women.

Aro laid perfectly still his heart beat once twice more then it was no more. The pounding hearts that surrounded him was almost to much for him to resist. He didn't know what had happened to him. He opened his eyes the ceiling was different he quickly rose from his bed. His vision was different stronger. He looked at the doctor who had probably been with him for most his painful transformation. He didn't know what he was doing. Before he could come to terms with what he had just done he was in the woods running. He had grabbed that man, that human and drained him of blood. He done so with a few others. What was he, what had he become?

Aro drifted in thought of what he was. He had heard stories of blood-drinkers but didn't think they were real. Was that man that had bit him one? He looked at his skin pale like a corpse, dead. He didn't have a want for food or even water. He looked at the stream and what looked back at him would scare anyone. Ruby red eyes were staring at him so bright and terrifying. But his features were perfect, inhumanly so. He had run for so long and never got tired. He felt so much stronger and picked up the faintest sounds in the woods. He was so much grander than when he was human.

Aro's throat burned he had this unknown thirst and he wanted it quenched. He recalled when he woke the beating hearts he was unable to resist. And the warm liquid had eased the pain in his throat. He was thirsty for blood he knew that now. He stood up away from the water were his reflection was. He looked at the sky it was still night, but he knew it would dawn soon. Daylight. He had heard myths that those blood-drinkers couldn't come out in the day but was that truth if he was indeed one of them?

Aro had found himself in another village one he had in fact been planning to take over when he was human. He could hear just about everyone was asleep he heard a few murmurs and smiled as he came across a group of men. Protectors of the village he himself had some in his own village, but not now. It was not his he was no longer humans and therefore no longer cared for humans. Why should he? He knew he was far grander than those weak humans. Aro quickly hunted the men satisfying his thirst.

Hours had passed since he fed his throat still burned, but it wasn't something he had to constantly think about. But the strange thing he was able to know the men life as he drained them. He didn't understand how he knew them, everything. The sun had finally began to appear and Aro was surprised his skin start to sparkle. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He knew the reason his kind did not go out during the day. They would be known as different as not being human. He didn't want to have to deal with to many humans he could defeat them he knew that he stronger, sharper than they could ever possibly be. Aro had a feeling he was going to enjoy this life. He wonder if there were others if their were any way to gain power that he was always craving and even more now than when he was human.

[Alice Cullen]

This Endless Night

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Biloxi, 1920
Mary Alice Brandon[/center]


How would you feel if you had spent roughly ten years of your life in complete darkness, not knowing when you will ever see an other human being, not remembering how sunlight felt on your skin, not seeing your family once? Would you go mad? Go completely insane, yelling at the top of your lungs, only wishing the screaming would ease the pain you felt inside. Perhaps you would loose your mind? Shut down entirely and calmly await death. No matter what way you would react to this eternal and total shadow, there is no way out; only one person can take you out of it. But the cost is even worse.

Mary Alice Brandon, now at the age of 19, sat on her hard, small bed full of hay, her head resting on the wall. Her clothes were dirty and outgrown, her feet bare, her hair oily and unwashed. Her arms wrapped around her tucked in knees, her dead, shadowed eyes stared at the black wall somewhere ahead of her. Alice had done everything over the past couple if years; yell, beg, cry, go mad and everything in between, but it was useless -- as she now knew -- and she had given up. She awaited death. And death was taking it's sweet time.

All her fondest memories vanished as she grew up from a little girl into a young woman, and all her other memories -- recent or distant -- were repressed or already forgotten. The horrible truth that she would never leave this Asylum alive did not help. Oh what she would give to be able to lay in the grass once more before she passed, feel the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin. Oh, what she would give to remember the grass, the wind and the sun, all she knew was the Mental Hospital and complete darkness. Today, however, was her last day. Last day of being human.

- "Any patients ready for to be drained today, Jason?"
- "I do not know James. They all seem well, all but Miss Brandon."
- "Well then, tonight we eat, I say!"

At sundown, Jason, followed by James, entered the Asylum, heading to the last room on the left. A large, thick, aged, wooden door was locked repeatably against the stone walls. Though both men were capable of breaking the locks with a flick of their fingers, Jason took out the keys and unlocked each padlock one at a time -- it caused less questions if someone were to see them. The thick door creaked open and the thin rays of torch light that lit the hall way slipped into the light less room.

Alice squinted as she looked at the door, it had not been opened for a long time. And the dim light that shun in hurt her eyes. She could vaguely make out the shapes of two people. One person was leaning against the door frame, the other seemed to be advancing toward her. She was petrified, the last time someone had come in, the had done all kinds if crazy test and experiments on her, to try and remove her visions. Though now they had succeeded, she was no longer getting visions. But her fear could not be hidden as the man stopped next to her bed. "Mary Alice, I am getting you out of here." He lied, stretching his hand out for her to grab.

Alice was very hesitant for a moment as everything registered in her mind slowly. Her hand stretched out in a shaky matter until it was in his grasp. Jason pulled her up to her feet very quickly, startling her a little and causing a head rush for her. James chuckled once in his deep, voice.

Jason's free hand cupped the side of her face, she thought nothing of it, she was overwhelmed at the moment. He had watched Alice's negative progress over her time in the Hospital and had grown accustom to her. He did not think he could kill her.

- Jason! Get it over with, her scent is too tempting. Let's get her out of here." James hissed impatiently.
Jason looked back at his friend and once more at the girl in front of him. "I can not do it. I have grown to admire her, thus, I say we do not kill her." He sighed. Alice did not retain what was being said for many reasons: she retained very little anymore, she was too distracted by the two God-like men before her (one touching her with his cold hand), it was past midnight leaving her tired and restless, and she was squinting in the dim light. But the men went on in their dispute as if she were not there.

- What are you talking about? That is completely absurd Jason, now, let us get this over with, now!

Jason knew that if he walked away James would kill the girl, or if he managed to take James with him, his reputation would be torn (and probably would he). There was two choices; kill Mary Alice, or take her humanity. He took her by the shoulders, her back to him, as he somewhat pushed her out of the room, leading her down the dark hallways and leading her outside.

Alice, still a little distracted and unregistering, felt the unfamiliar sensation of the light night breeze coolly caress her cheeks, her lungs filled with fresh outdoor air and the small little noises of the forest were heard. Her lips pulled up lightly at the corners, it was all too good to be true. Jason, followed again my James, towed the girl into the forest for a long time, when they finally stopped it was still very dark outside. The next sensation Alice felt was not a very pleasurable one; a great sharp pain appeared in her neck, but the worst pain was still yet to come. The pressure of Jason's teeth disappeared as the pain took over.

Mary Alice wished she could stop this burning, yelling at the top of her lungs, only wishing the screaming would ease the pain she felt inside. Perhaps she was loosing her mind? Perhaps she would shut down entirely and calmly await death like before, but now she begged for death with her wild screams. No matter what she did, this eternal and total shadow, this infernal burning, there was no way out. She wished she were back in the Asylum, at least there, it did not hurt as much to be in the total darkness of those cold four walls as it did in this darkness. This one was like burning at the stake, which might of happened to her if she would of stayed exposed.

This spreading fire engoulfed her quickly, making her want to die even more, though death would never come.


Three days had past, and everything in Biloxi, MS was as swell as normal. Out it in the middle of a thick forest, there lay a petite girl with pale, white skin and flawless features who were not complemented by the trashy clothes she wore. The girl's heart could be heard (were you to be close enough) and it was very slow. Beating deeply, it sounded like the slow clicking of a horse's hooves on the gravel. It was coming to its end, its last thump, before it was completely engulffed and sufficated by the venom, and finally stopped. The girl's eyes shot open a long with a gasp from her throat -- the air leading nowhere. She stood up off the grass in a lightning fast and graceful movement which was not very shocking to her -- for all she knew this was normal. Searching her brain for any information as to why she was there or what was happening and so on, she only found one word. A name. One she assumed was her own. Alice.

Alice looked up around her, the tress and shady woods were very detailed and specificly drawn to her eyes. Every groove in a tree trunk was segnificant somehow, each in its own way. Alice reached out to touch the tree. Again her movement was very fast, but what she was shocked by was how it broke under her finger tips as she gently caressed it with her hand. Her pure red iris scanned around as she heard noises, some were too distante for even her own eyes to see. What was going on? What was she doing her? Who was she? What was she? As she questioned herself a little more she headed into the woods, going increadlebly fast. When she stopped, surprised she had even made it so far without hitting a tree, she was in sunlight.

Her pale white skin now shimmered like crystals were incrusted in it. Curiously, Alice moved and examened her hand. She could not remember ever being able to sparkle, nor run so fast. Nor the uncomfortable burning sensation in her throat. It was very irritating and she didn't know what to do about it. She felt a little wild about it. Everything was so odd, but she couldn't tell if it was normal or not -- she walked out of the sun and her skin when white again.

When a town came into sight, the burning in her throat only got stronger and more intense. There was a man heading up the shaded road, her way. Then, instinc took over. She attacked the man when he got close enough and drained him of blood in a lightly messy fashion. Her instincts told her next to run as she started to come back to her senses. But she did not want to run, there was more sweet smells around. What was that? The blood, so warm, so sweet and delisious, is soothed her burning throat only for a moment. Then Alice realized what she was: a vampire. Only then, did she run, because people were bound to find the man soon and she would be caught.

She returned to the small clearing where she had woken up and sat down, not knowing what to do. So she was a vampire, a monster, a freak. What she did not understand was how she had become one and why she did not die in the sunlight. These and many other thoughts ran through her mind as she gazed mindlessly at a thinning pile of ashes near by. Then everything blanked out. Though this sensation felt familiar and welcome to her. She did not know it yet, but she was having a vision.

A tall, built and military-looking male. She could see every detail of him: his perfect features, his beautiful blond locks, his red eyes. Dispite the eyes, he did not look frightening. He shared the same skin tone as she did as well. But before she had the chance to gaze at the vision some more, reality creeper back in.

Who was this beautiful boy? What was he of importance to her now? Alice could not answer those questions, all she knew was that she had seen the future, and that she had to find that boy. But perhaps an other snack before going off to search for him would be good.[/blockquote]