Title: With Grace

By: La Artista Di Fame

Summary: A woman wakes up after three days of excruciating pain to find the unfamiliar faces of the Cullen family around her and her body more perfect than she had left it. As they try to explain to her her new life though, memories of her old life resurface along with a dangerous power and a countrywide missing persons search to complicate the transition. What could have possibly led Alice to turning this innocent life into one of the undead? And what is the key to helping this newborn to find peace in her new exsistence? Or will it all just be, as the italians put it, "a waste"?

Hey! This is a bit of a teaser chapter with everyone's favorite couple! YAY! More to come soon!

Note: this chapter is told through alice's point of view but the rest of the story will be in third person limited omniscient

Chapter 1: The Bite

I saw her body writhing underneath me as I tried to block out the struggling sounds of the two men behind me. There was a sickening crunch as one was pushed with two much force against the damp stone walls of the alleyway. A long, cracking yell reverberated through the small space and was drowned out by the busy street about a mile away.

"Jasper, stop," I whispered underneath the radar of any human senses. I knew he heard me- heard the quiet despair in my voice. Immediately the quick fight behind me halted and I could feel the familiar weight of him come close to me once again.

"What the fuck are you?" The gruff voice of the stranger quavered before I heard the slipping and stumbling escape that he made. I did not turn to watch him go but instead smelled his dirty blood mixed with the other sweet bouquet which burned my throat. He was lucky I still had my fingers wound tightly with Jasper's, for his hand quavered with anger and thirst in my grasp. The fury and disgust radiated off of him in waves.

"I can't take this," he muttered, not breathing in the smell of the fresh blood that spilled across the ground. "Do it now or run and leave her." He said slightly loudly than he needed to, a strained authoritative tone in his voice. "I really can't do this." He pleaded more quietly. His voice was calm but I knew him well enough to feel the strain in every word, to hear the quaver of thirst in each syllable.

"I-I don't know if I can," I mumbled deftly as I continued to stare at the beautifully dying woman underneath me. I attempted to grasp some hold on the future but my own appetite's indecision caused an uneasy flickering of images which ranged from a new sister to bloodied hands and irises filled with the same guilty shade.

"Then we need to run, because I can't hold out any longer." His whole body was visibly quivering now, his perfect lips unconsciously pulled back to bare his lethal teeth.

"Jasper. I-I," I attempted some intelligent thought but faltered and fell silent.

"Damn it Alice," he grumbled. "I'm sorry," with a simple apology he dropped my hand and was gone, back down the alleyway and away from the overwhelming scent of fresh, tantalizing life.

He had never been so brash with me, but he also hadn't been in this situation in years- over a decade really. How could I have possibly thought this a good idea? What kind of monster was I to subject him to this place where I knew I would be putting him through the most vicious manner of tests? It couldn't be for nothing. I couldn't possibly have caused him this pain for no reason.

As my decision locked into place, my visions stopped flashing and became solidified with hope. It was the confidence I needed to stoop to the long tan neck and deliver what help I could with the rows of sharp, white messengers dripping with the strange combination of unending life and certain death. The taste was too sweet to resist on normal circumstances, coating my mouth and throat warmly, easing the constant burn. It was the greatest pleasure for two seconds perhaps before my decisive vision echoed through my head once again, forcing my appetite away from the raw flesh.

The thin, long body let out a horrific scream, raising my hair as she went completely rigid save the twitching vibrations which moved each limb of her body as one, thumping entity. I scooped the girl who was over half a foot longer than me into my arms and began to run towards the only safe place I knew. My father.

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