A/N:

I do NOT own Twilight sadly…Nor do I own the amazing characters that are the heart and soul of the series. This is a remake of a wonderful story called Soprano and Bass by Clairdelunetaz. She's pretty awesome look her up. But I am not responsible for any plot lines or any of that, it's ALL her. She's just asked me to rewrite from Alice's POV, which I am honored to do. So don't be all like "OMG NO WAI! THAT'S AMAZIN'!!!!!ONESHIFT!!!" Practically none of it is mine. All the love goes to Taz!

Chapter 1

Meeting

I stared anxiously out the window and into the Philadelphia sky, which was darkening by the second. Rain. I was expecting it. I forced myself to keep still, draw less attention to myself. I could hear the people next me muttering to each other, talking about my skin and my eyes, which to my great humiliation were a deep maroon. I forced the thought of my most recent meal out of my mind and tried to think more of when he would come.

It was June 21, 1941. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen him yet. Maybe my vision was off? Maybe I was too early…or too late, I thought with horror. I closed my eyes and saw him again. His blonde hair was dampened from the pouring rain that was about to fall. He wore a long trench coat with a dark close fitting shirt and a pair of black trousers. He walked slowly through the streets and into the diner, the tiny bell over the door ringing to announce his entrance. I opened my eyes and sighed. When would he be here?! But still I couldn't be angry when I thought of him. He seemed so lost…so alone…so…sad. I wanted to help, I needed to help. I had seen him in my visions smile occasionally, but only when he was with another group, the ones that fed off of animals. His smile was brilliant, enchanting. It never failed to bring a shiver to my spine.

I grinned widely, he was almost here. I was counting down the seconds until I heard the tiny bell. I used every ounce of control I had to keep myself in my seat as I counted down. 30. 29. 28. 27. I counted silently. I checked my reflection in my glass, sweeping any strands of hair behind my ear and pulled the wrinkles out of my white and red polka dot dress that I'd bought months ago just for this occasion.

19. 18. 17. 16. I could hear his breathing now. Steady and calm. The sound of it made me want to melt into a small puddle. 10. 9. 8. 7. I didn't move, just tried to stay calm. But the anticipation was killing me! I couldn't stand it! I wanted to see him! I wanted to touch him! To hear him! 3. 2. 1. The sound of the bell ringing made me stiffen with anxiety then I relaxed. I was euphoric! All I needed was to turn around. A small child on the other side of the diner began crying and I was suddenly overwhelmed by anxiety…

I jumped off of the stool and sauntered toward him. The mist that had collected in his hair and on his clothes made him look like a god. Right down to the strong jaw and amazing eyes; they were the same colors as mine.

He stiffened as I approached, into a defensive position. I didn't waver, but only slowed my pace, showing I meant no harm. No, I could never harm this wonderful man. He was perfect, intriguing, smart, and pathetically confused! I stopped in from of him and sighed, basking in his beauty. I struggled to smile at him, though I'm sure my attempt was a failure.

"You've kept me waiting a long time," I said, trying not to let my emotions leak through into my voice, but the look on his face confused me. Like he was trying to read me but was somehow disappointed by what he saw. His eyes were locked on my and we stood in the awkwardness of the moment until he slightly dipped his head and said to me "I'm sorry ma'am." His curious voice had a slight twang in it, evidently from the south.

I suddenly felt confident, safe… After so many years of being alone here was someone just like me. I held out my hand, offering it to him. His giant hand clasp around my finger quickly, as if he didn't even think about his actions. I tugged gently on his arm, "Come with me," I offered. It sounded like a question but he didn't say anything. He just followed, in that moment a strange feeling enveloped me… I wasn't sure what it was at first. But it was familiar. The same feeling the first time I saw the family, the animal eaters…I felt…hope. I prayed that he could feel it too.

I led him across town. We walked in silence, only the sound of your feet splashing in the puddles to accompany our trip. "Where are we going he asked?" suddenly. I felt so silly, of course he was confused! "I'm sorry, we are going to my place, it's just around that corner. You look confused," I said laughing at how his eyebrows were furrowed against the pale skin of his forehead. "I would be too. Don't worry, I will explain." I smiled sweetly at him in an attempt to calm his worries. It appeared it worked for his furrowed brows relaxed back into their natural place.

I took him to the hotel and up to my room. We stepped in I suddenly felt full of worry… In an attempt to regain my confidence I stepped toward him, my arms outstretched, and offered to take his coat. He crouched down into a defensive position and growled at me. His lips were curled back over his perfectly white teeth. I stepped back shocked.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to take your coat," I said embarrassed, a grimace spread across my lips. He straightened and struggled for words to excuse himself. "No, I'm sorry. I was just surprised." I loved the sound of his voice, so scared and worried. It made me laugh. He let me take his coat. I slid it off his arms with exaggerated slowness, wanting to get to know every part of him.

When he was finally free of the coat, I was able to take in his body even more. But I froze in my examination of his body. That was when I saw the scars.

Please please please, read the original. It is sooooooooo much better than this. Soprano and Bass. Clairdelunetaz. LOOK HER UP!