Twins

Chapter 1: Mary Alice Brandon and Isabella Marie Brandon

APOV (Alice)

My name is Mary Alice Brandon, but I go by Alice. This is mine and my identical twin sister's life before and after we were turned into vampires at an asylum. It all started in 1960 in Biloxi, Mississippi. Me and my twin sister Bella were in our room when it happened the first time. We were only 8 and I saw our father was going to be mugged and beaten. I didn't know what it was so I did what any 8 year old would do, I told my parents. Biggest mistake of my life. They told me I was crazy and sent me back to my room. I ran to my room and started to play with Bella like nothing happened. But I knew she knew that it was just an act. We're that close. Later that night my mother came into our room, slapped me on the cheek, and called me crazy. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I looked at Bella with tears in my chocolate brown eyes and she immediately came over to me and held me while I cried. Little did we know that the next 4 years would be hell on earth for Bella and I.

BPOV (Bella)

My name is Isabella Marie Brandon but I go by Bella. Only my parents call me Isabella. I hate that name. I have an identical twin sister named Alice and this is our story of when we were in an asylum, changed by a vampire, and found our family and soul mates together. It all started in 1960 in Biloxi, Mississippi. I was in my room with my twin when she had a vision (I didn't know at the time). Alice was telling mom and daddy something but then I heard mom calling Alice crazy and that made me so mad. Without realizing it I had made all the toys in our room start floating in mid- air. After a few seconds I had calmed down enough to see what was going on I seen all of our toys floating in the air. I gasped, and the toys stopped floating. I wanted to tell mom but I thought better of it after hearing what mom told Alice. When Alice came into our room and started to play with me I knew something was up but didn't say anything. She knew I knew something was up. Later that night, me and Alice were in our room talking and playing around when mom came in, slapped Alice, and called he crazy. Then mom walked out of the room. When Alice looked at me she had tears in her eyes so I immediately went over to her and started comforting her by stroking her shoulder- length hair and say soothing words in her ear. Little did we know that was just the start of the torture we would both endure for the next 6 years.