Mary Alice Brandon POV

I cannot control myself anymore. My body continues shaking, though the low temperature does not effect me anymore. Every now and again a ghostly jolt of pain flows through me, causing my body to freeze. In that painful moment of frozen time the dark disappears. The morbid cell I know I'm in, but can't see through the black lightless abyss, disappears. In its place…there is a face. A face surrounded by pain and fire. A face blurred but beautiful, I know! A face that makes my heart want to beat…

But then time thaws again, the moment is past, and I am thrust back into the darkness. I scream. The darkness holds no hope. The darkness makes me shake. The darkness makes my heart long to stop. The darkness brings pain when all I want is to see the face. The darkness makes me fear for myself. For my life. For my heart. For my mind. And for my sight.

I knew it was supposed to be a curse. It brought disgrace to me family, made my parents ashamed, made my sister scared. It landed me here. In the darkness. In the cold. In the pain. And sometimes I feel as if the sight is a burden, a punishment, a curse. But then I see the face and I remember that it is a gift. Cynthia would have drowned if I had not seen that the ice was too thin to support even her tiny form. And I would have lost my sanity long ago if I had not seen that face.

I know he's out there…somewhere. And this thought is one of the only things that keeps me going. It is my light. The only light in this darkness. Even the different yet kind doctor that I know has taken an interest in me holds not even a spark to that face.

Another shock of pain rings through me. Time freezes. A face comes into focus. Not that face, not the blurred but beautiful one. But a clear… clear and malicious vision of a man. A man just as different as the doctor. A man with rubies for eyes. A man with more darkness surrounding him than my cell could hold, more than the night itself.

My blood drew cold as his eyes bore into my soul. Fear, more fear than I have ever felt in my life, flooded my core. Where was that face that I longed for? Somehow I knew that if he were here, the fear would ebb. I would not be frozen under this mans glare. The light that came with that face would drive out the darkness and I would be able to breathe again.

But that face is not here. This man is haunting my mind in the frozen moment. And I cannot breathe for too much fear has captivated my lungs… That impenetrable darkness that rivals the evening air frightening me more than the rubies and the glare.

Alice POV

We were winning. Of course, I knew we would, but there was still the thrill of accomplishment as yet another opponent became 'out'. The baseball-altered slightly by my Jazzy to be able to sustain a vampires strength-sat comfortably in my hand. My fingers tightened around the ball as Emmett moved to the plate, swinging the baseball bat dramatically.

I felt my pupils dilate slightly as I pulled myself away from the reality before me and into the very real parallel only a few moments ahead of us. What I saw was not what I was looking for. Rather than seeing whether or not Emmett would hit a home run if I pitched a curve, I saw darkness. My already frozen body seemed to freeze even further at the sight. So much darkness, encompassing the three vampires that had been dancing on the edge of my sight and our territory. So much darkness coming our way. My useless lungs collapsed under the depth of the night.

Fear trickled into every ounce of my being. As I came back to reality my limbs began shaking violently, so quickly that even a vampire would have trouble seeing. I knew I was back in the field, knew I should be explaining the vision, the danger, the darkness that was coming for us; I couldn't. I couldn't see anything but that thick abyss. I couldn't do anything but struggle against the dread that was creeping through me.

Smooth hands gripped my shoulders, running soothingly down my arms once before pulling me back into a chest. The panic fled almost immediately, the shivers relaxed, and my lungs opened up as I leaned into Jaspers body, taking in his scent.

I was vaguely aware of my mouth moving as I explained everything to the others, but the majority of my mind was on my mate. He was here. When he was here everything was fine. The darkness could be beat. Fear didn't exist. There was only light. Jasper brought the light I so desperately needed.

"I fear the night
I fear the dark
I need this light
That distant spark"

A/N: I'm not even going to try apologizing, nor am I going to try to promise updates. The long and short of it is, I'm growing up. I'm working on my own things now, I can barely write fanfiction anymore. But, I have learned that when writers block comes, it's best to go back a few steps. I have WB and can't write anything for my book so...I opened up Epiphany and started writing. Maybe I'll be able to finish. Maybe I won't. Only time will tell. This all being said... reviews are still loved and always will be. XD

(Also, I'm not sure who exactly was up to bat in Twilight during this scene, but...lets pretend it's Emmett)