Creating the scene: During Wisdom, Alice and Jack break up and Alice learns that Leif is her father. What if after Alice never got back with Jack? Daisy is dead and Mae, Peter, Ezra, Jack, Milo, and Bobby live at the main house. Alice can't live there without feeling lonely and decides to stay at Olivia's place with Violet as well.

"I thought you said this would be 'fun'." I said to Olivia. She somehow convinced me that being down here in the club would help lift my spirits. The club was packed tonight so I just sat on the couch where I had first met Olivia. I had spent most of my time in the spare room next to Violet's in Olivia's loft with my head in the pillows, dying of starvation. This time though Olivia managed to drag me out here. People feeding on the humans around me was making me hungry and the girl strewn across Olivia's lap wasn't helping anything. 'Hard core' clubbing music was blaring from the speakers, adding pressure to my already pounding headache.

"You're just not having any fun because you're not trying." She chastised, drawing her long nails across the girl's neck. "Go dance and have fun." I rolled my eyes and someone slid in the spot next to me. I looked over and a boy that looked a little bit older than me was staring at me intently. I flinched a little and he held out his hand.

"Malcolm." His dark hair covered up most of his face and his brown eyes were barely visible.

I took his hand and could feel his heartbeat on his wrist through the pad of my finger. I swallowed. When was the last time I ate? I couldn't remember...

"Alice." I gestured to myself and my breathing sped when he came in closer.

"Pretty. I was wondering..." He reached his hand to his neck and tapped his jugular vein. "Do be a doll." Is this really how bloodwhores get what they want? I was about to decline harshly but the vampire part of me refused to let the words pass my lips.

Just...one...time.

I knocked his hand away from his neck and traced it myself. A primal part of me came over my body and I hopped up on his broad frame, straddling him.

I pushed his body back on the couch and sunk my teeth into the tender part of his neck. His blood coursed through my veins and a seductive heat burned through my body. His blood flooded through me and his erratic heartbeat pounded in my ears. His emotions ran along me, and he felt weak and just plain wonderful. He had set his eyes on me as soon as he had walked in the room and he wanted to be bitten by me. I ignored his emotions though and bit harder. I felt him wrap his arms around me and crush me to him.

His weak arms couldn't restrain me but I let him nonetheless. I made a loud growling sound over his moaning and when I started to feel like I was done, I let go of his neck. I licked the blood off my lips and looked down at him. He slumped against the couch as if he was buried in it. Blood seeped from his neck and I could still smell him in the air. I wasn't hungry anymore and had no desire to go in for more. I settled away from him and bumped into Olivia. I forgot that she was there. Her lips were between a sad smile and a frown.

"Are you alright, Alice?" She asked, staring at Malcolm. I looked back at him and he fell forward onto my lap.

"Perfect." I said, pulling dark hair behind his ear. A weird and dark part of me was compelled to care for him just for a couple minutes more. The only other people I had bitten were Jane and Jack. This wasn't even remotely compared to Jack's blood but it still felt good. Olivia's words came back to me.

If it's not fresh, it's not food.

I get what she was saying then but now I feel like I'll never go back. Drinking from humans was amazing compared to blood bags.

"Alice?" I looked up to see Milo, Bobby, and Jack staring at me with horror. When did they get in? Bobby was staring wide eyed as Milo walked forward and picked up Malcolm by the collar, setting him to the side.

"You bit him." Bobby stated, dumfounded. Jack was in a rigid stance a little farther away and I refused to look directly in his eyes even though my heart sped up and my body begged to get closer.

"What are you? The narrator?" I slithered forward past them, knocking shoulders with Jack and retreated to the room I had been staying in. I plopped on the lush bed and thought about what I had done. I didn't exactly feel guilty like I thought I should. I loved the tangy, delicious taste of his blood in my mouth as his attraction toward me increased. It wasn't a matter of love but...food. Just food. I licked my lips at the memory. That was the only time that I hadn't felt the pain of losing Jack.

Maybe this is how I'll cope. I thought as I passed out.