Disclaimer--I don't own any of this. Stephanie Meyer does. Jasper Hale, however, owns me fully.

A/N Okay, so, this is my first fanfic! I really LOVE Alice and wanted to write something purely about her, because there's really not enough out there! As of right now, it's not gonna be really....well, fruity, we'll say, but....who knows? Jasper and her spend 2 years together before they get to the Cullens....;-) AND this is Alyss, just so everyone knows.

Chapter 1--Awake

I opened my eyes to darkness.

At first, I was muddled, the only feeling being the intense burning in my throat. I struggled, trying to remember where I was. Nothing came.

I could vaguely remember an incredible pain, but that soon faded. It didn't take me long to figure out that I could see clearly, although it was dark enough that I shouldn't be able to see at all. I could see the texture of the spider web in a corner, the faint light coming in from outside reflecting off of dust motes. All the new sights astonished me, and I found myself sitting for several minutes, not breathing, not moving, just looking.

A noise in the corner attracted my attention, and I was surprised to see an ant streaking across the wood. I sucked in a deep breath through my mouth, and a new barrage of unfamiliarity hit me. I tasted the air, the thick, moldy air, the sweet light -- moonlight -- drifting in through the cracks in the rickety wooden walls.

My hand reached up to my face, connecting faster than I had expected. My skin was silky smooth, soft, yet firm at the same time. A brief second later, I had ripped my way out of the building I was in without thinking about it. I stood outside of the old brown barn, glaring at the girl-sized hole I had made. How I did it, though, denied me. I shouldn't have been able to dig through the wood with so much ease.

The pain in my throat flared as I smelled something sweet, unbearably sweet. My mouth watered, and I took another deep breath, surprised that I felt no release from the action. It was as if my lungs didn't work. On an impulse, I pushed my hand to my chest, right over my heart. My eyes widened when I felt nothing. No pulse. At all.

I swallowed down the fear that flared inside of me. The next breath I took came with another excruciating flare in my throat. My head fell back until I was looking up to the moon. I closed my eyes, the impression of the light still present on my lids. Then I could hear, hear more than I ever had before, though I wasn't sure that I had never heard like this. My mind was still ridiculously blank of any memories.

The sounds of the night enveloped me. I could hear crickets hopping, pollen landing on a flower nearby. And then I heard it. It, what my body was yearning for. It, that I had an overwhelming desire to hunt. It was almost still except for the gentle sighing and the steady thump of a heart, a heart that was pumping blood thickly through veins. It was sleeping, that much I was sure of. And it...it was a human. And I wasn't. I may not know what I was, but I knew that I wasn't human, not anymore anyway. I listened closer, breathing through my mouth and catching the delicious taste that came with it. It was unlike anything I had experienced thus far.

I only had to think it, and there I was, streaming through the trees, running with such speed that I would have been a blur to anyone watching. The thick, thorny bushes between the trees caressed me instead of hurting me. I barely felt any of the vegetation, and what I did feel was, well, pleasant.

It didn't take long for me to the find my destination. My senses and throat were on fire, my muscles clenching in anticipation. I crouched, creeping close to the tent that was situated in the clearing I found myself in. The sky was just beginning to gain a faint pink light, and the humanwas stirring inside the tent. I slid closer, my lips stretching over my teeth.

And then I couldn't see.

Correction. I could see, just not what I should be seeing. I saw a woman, a beautiful woman standing in a lake. Her black hair was spiky, and her face, other than being undeniably gorgeous, was pixie-like, small, thin, and deathly white. Her body was graceful even in stillness, although tiny. On her still form was a tattered green dress.

And her eyes were a brilliant blood red.

Suddenly, I was back in the present, my breath coming in rapid gasps. I caught the scent of the human again, the burn in my throat distracting me from what I had seen. My senses were alive with the presence of the human, the beating heart, the warm blood...the warm blood...

I was attacked again by a vision. It was the same woman, and she was holding another woman in her arms, a girl really, not much older than fifteen. The girl was limply held over the beautiful woman's arms, her eyes wide open, her mouth gaping. The woman was leaning over the girl's neck, and when she rose up, she had dark red liquid spilled over her lips.

I snapped back with a realization. It was me. The woman...it was me. I struggled to remember something, anything.

Alice.

I applied the name to the woman I had seen in my vision (such an odd notion -- I had a vision?). It seemed to fit. My name was Alice. All of this happened of over little more than a second. The girl inside the tent barely had time to open her eyes.

She yawned, and, through the crack in the tent, I caught a whiff of her delicious scent. And I couldn't resist.

It took me only a few seconds to kill the girl. The blood was so warm dripping down my throat, so delicious, so appealing. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was in pure ecstasy. Even after I couldn't suck any more, the throb in my throat was still there, screaming for more.

In that moment, I looked down at the girl who lied still in my arms. Her eyes were wide open, looking straight at me. I knew she couldn't see, but still…I immediately felt disgusted with myself. This was not right! Who was I to take the life of someone?

But the sight of the blood still flowing from her open wound sang to me, and I again indulged in the sweet liquid.

I threw down the girl in revulsion as soon as she was sucked dry. I didn't quite know what I was, but I didn't like it, at all.

So I ran. I ran as far as I could and was reaching the outskirts of a city around daybreak. I knew I must have covered many miles, but didn't know, nor care.

As soon as I got nearer to the city, I knew my error. Everywhere, the scent of humans assailed my senses. I was going to die from the yearning, from the fire that was burning me, inside out, in my throat.

There was a lake nearby, and I rushed to it, diving in deep. Here, the smell was better. It gave me a chance to think, to clear my mind.

While swimming, I was thoroughly surprised that no matter what I did, I never felt winded or needed to breathe. I even went to the bottom of the deep lake, and barely felt the difference of being on land. I could hear every wave, every micro-organism in the lake. Despite knowing that the lake was muddy, full of impurities, I could see more clearly almost than on land. I could see the little plankton clinging to the sides of rocks and the many particles of who-knows-what floating around me.

It was amazing.

When I could stand no longer the scent of sewer and human, I rose to the surface, treading water and staring at my reflection.

Yes, it was the girl in my vision. Small features, spiky black hair, pale alabaster skin. I was beautiful, and for a second captivated by my own radiating beauty.

My image was shattered by the quiet voice I heard on the edge of the lake.

"Who's that lady down yonder?" The voice was young, with just a hint of deepening that came with puberty. I whipped around faster than I should have. A boy, dressed in tan over-alls and a white under shirt was staring at me, whispering to his dirty friend.

"I dunno, but she sure is pretty!" The other, younger boy held a sound of yearning in his voice. I grinned, my lips stretching over my sharp, white teeth. I glanced at my reflection. My eyes were blood red, and, coupled with my razor teeth, I looked quite intimidating.

A vision hit me quickly. Me, leaning over the older boy while the younger boy screamed for help. The older boy staring up at me with wide, terrified eyes.

Just the vision of the taste of their blood was enough to send me burning.

"Golly, what's she doin' at a time like this?" The sun was just about to break the horizon. It was slowly inching up, higher and higher.

"What's wrong with her skin?" The older boy nudged the younger boy, his southern accent more prominent in slight fear. I frowned, feeling a crease between my eyebrows. I looked down at my skin; it was sparkling slightly, as if lit from the inside by a diamond.

I took a deep breath, fighting against the burning, and ducked back under water.

Alice, be strong, I said to myself. The kids were too innocent looking, too young. I was starting to realize what I was, and didn't like it.

I couldn't remember my past, but I did remember stories I had heard about people with sharp teeth and a thirst for blood.

Vampire.

A/N So, I hoped you like it! READ AND REVIEW! If I get 15 or more reviews, I'll post the next chapter!