Author's Note: Finally, the start of the sequel. My name is not Stephanie, thus I don't own the characters. P.S. DPOV= Dimitri.

DPOV

I felt like a fool, I felt cheated, and I felt lost; all for the first time in my life. And the only thing that was keeping me going was my plans for revenge. If it was the last thing I did, I would tear the head off of that blond vampire's body, and burn his new love to ashes. It wouldn't be easy to get to them; I was aware of how well protected they would be. The element of surprise was going to be my biggest weapon against them, but it would be difficult to corner them in an ideal setting. Jasper was a slippery opponent, and I knew that once he knew there was any threat between him and his damn quest for happiness, he would be on the alert lookout. I didn't know much about Bella, but she hardly seemed worth his trouble. I would be sure to tell her that I didn't hate her personally as I destroyed her; as my vendetta wasn't against her. However, I couldn't spare her; she could easily come for revenge herself.

So I decided to bide my time in Forks, until the Hales left suddenly. I wasn't prepared to follow them, so I found myself tracking what was left of their trail. All I had to go on was the black Mercedes they left in and the little I knew about Jasper. His tendencies and past history would surely be useful; so I familiarized myself with the Southern United States, studying what I could at a library in Seattle while I waited for them to make their next move. It was a luckily rainy week, so I did not have to avoid going out in public, and neither did they, though I did not see them. I opened up to my surroundings in order to get a feel for where they were, and was able to check into a hotel just three blocks away. My powers were a comfort, but seemed obsolete. In truth, I was just frustrated, I already knew this would take many months, so I braced myself for a lingering presence in the human world.

I felt somewhat weaker than I was comfortable with; as I had to survive on animal blood in order to keep a low profile. Each time I gazed in the mirror, I felt more and more irritated with my appearance. My eyes were losing the red glow I was so familiar with, and were slowly growing tawny by the day. I disliked the changes for I did not enjoy the idea of becoming more like the Cullens. The contacts I donned every four hours when I ventured out into the human world were foul nuisances. My vision was sharp but clouded by their lens, and it felt degrading to have to hide.

Walking amongst the humans was a somewhat interesting experience. I had never been in so much close proximity to what was essentially my food in my whole eternal life. Humans seemed to me incurably ignorant of their surroundings. Though they gave me a wide berth, and avoided looking at me, they annoyed me to no end with their scents and carrying on. And having to walk at their pace was depressing me. But I could never forget how much Alice had found amusement in their antics, even feelings for them. As I had left Italy on the spur of the moment I had brought virtually nothing to wear, and even though I never needed to shower, I could not go out in public in my hunting clothes.

Entering a cheap-looking department store I mused on the subject of fashion, Alice's most favorite subject, and for a fleeting moment I was sure I could hear her pixie laugh in the mens department as I tried to find suitable simple clothes. She would surely not approve of my look, but couture was simply too flashy for Seattle, and I needed to blend in. How I missed Alice, she had been my world. I remembered absently times we'd spent together as I looked through the most expensive jeans in the store. Finding my size was a struggle as I did not know the American equivalents to European size charts, so I grabbed a few and headed to the Men's dressing room. Once I found it, I tried to be friendly and non-threatening towards the employee assisting me. He seemed wary anyway, but nevertheless aided me when I found myself asking questions about my size.

He startled me by his smell, which was delicious, as he unwound a tape measure then placed it around my waist, then hips, then from my hips to my heel. Before he had moved, I had smelt it, but now that he was so close to me, and was moving air around him, his scent was deeply placed in the air. I bit my lip and held my breath; I could not blow this now. If I had been home, I could have lured him outside and taken him, but here in Seattle, I was an unwelcome intruder, and I knew the Cullens were surely watching the news for any funny business.

So I put up with the man as he did his work, then watched him sweep away with the tape measure. A few long minutes later he came back with several pairs of pants that were apparently my size. I bid him thanks and quickly went to the changing room. The jeans fit surprisingly well for department store brands, so I bought all of them and a few shirts, and left as soon as I could. I got into my rental in time for the downpour to sweep in, and headed back to my hotel. As I passed the hotel the Hales were evidently staying in, I caught a glimpse of Bella's long mane of hair, and parked hastily. Slowly, I followed her inside, looking nonchalant. I watched her as she chose her floor number, then slipped inside the doorway to the stairs, and upon smelling no humans immediately around me, ran up them as fast as I could, to the fourteenth floor.

A/N: Until next time... reviews please. I know, its so short, but I promise to update soon. This story wont be as long as Emotional, I don't think.