Hello! Look! I've started writing again! Oh happy day!

I've written this story in honour of my Twilight OTP - SethAlec. Not quite sure what their ship name is, though!

Summary: Seth, living with the Cullens, is desperate to imprint and rid himself of loneliness. He's haunted by the thoughts of a beautiful vampire boy, a member of the Volturi, whom he never saw the eyes of. Could the vampire boy be just as haunted by him? Imprint story! Seth/Alec Slash, Lemons, etc, you know the drill.

This is exciting! :D

I already have the next chapter written, but I'll wait to hear advice, suggestions and criticism from you guys before I post it!

I should also warn you: the POV of this story jumps around quite a bit. Not so much within individual chapters, but from chapter to chapter.

I really hope you enjoy!

Seth sighed lowly. The sound seemed pathetic even to his own ears. As it should, he thought in the most self-deprecating tone possible.

Not even the untouched plate of food that Esme had so lovingly prepared for him had any appeal.

He wasn't depressed, he told himself with steely determination. Just…impatient. Sick of waiting for his happiness to appear.

Not that he wasn't happy, living with the Cullens. They were amazing, and he'd even become desensitized to their smell – thank heavens.

Though, they were an odd bunch… That was for certain.

Particularly the original Cullens, with the addition of Bella and Renesmee – for Renesmee was nothing if not odd. And wherever Nessie went, Jacob went with her.

And wherever Jacob went, Seth and Leah followed, eager for adventure. Or, as time went on, simply eager to stay with their adopted family.

It was difficult, leaving La Push and Forks behind. But, it was easy to see that they truly belonged with the Cullens, despite the enormous polarity of their species.

And for a while, Seth had been happy. Perfectly, deliriously happy, with his new family.

Then, five years down the track, Leah had imprinted. Nahuel had returned to visit (meaning he'd come to see if Renesmee and Jacob were still attached at the hip), and she'd finally looked him in the eyes – something she'd neglected to do on his original visit during the Volturi confrontation. Nahuel had, of course, moved in with the Cullens immediately, taking surprisingly little convincing. Apparently, he was just as lonely as Leah.

Which left Seth as the only person in the large household without a mate.

Their unbearable lovey-dovey-ness, coupled with the fact that Nessie has just reached full maturity and was finally allowed to show romantic affection towards Jacob by her protective father, and the utter coupleness of the four vampiric Cullen relationships, made Seth's loneliness increasingly painful.

But, he'd dealt with it, because he loved living and traveling with the Cullens – and although Jacob, Leah, Nahuel and Seth had all kept their last names, that's what they were. Cullens.

Now, seventeen years after the Volturi confrontation, and twelve years after Leah imprinted on Nahuel and Seth's true torture began, he didn't want to have to deal anymore.

He wanted a relationship.

It didn't help that he was eternally stuck in the body of his sixteen year old self, either (despite the fact he looked 25, and was technically older than that. He had never stopped thinking of himself as a teenager).

He wanted to imprint. To find his soul-mate. To be happy.

He didn't care who, or what species the person was. Hell, by this point, gender didn't even bother him in the slightest.

Not that it ever particularly had. Even less after he had seen hi-

No.

He wouldn't think about him.

Not if he could help it. Not if he could stop himself. It hurt too much.

But, he was already on the train of thought, and his mind was stubborn.

Immediately, images flooded Seth's mind. Glimpses of soft, raven hair and porcelain skin. A full mouth, so perfectly kissable. A strong, male body, discernible even through the black robes of the Volturi.

But not eyes. Never the eyes, although he assumed they were blood red.

Seth had never seen his eyes. He hadn't had a chance to get close enough, no matter how much his body pulled. It had taken an order from a confused Jacob to stop Seth from barrelling into the middle of the stand-off between the Volturi and the Cullens, just to get closer to the mysterious figure, to see if maybe, just maybe, this person was his imprint.

After the almost-battle, Seth had reflected on his thoughts and been terrified – obsessing over the body, and half the face of a male, evil vampire? One that he didn't even know the name of? And hoping he'd imprint?

How messed up could he get?

What scared him the most was how powerful the memories of those few, fleeting, glances were.

Almost as if he'd imprinted. Which was impossible, of course.

Firstly, Seth hadn't looked the vampire in the eyes, which was necessary for imprinting.

Secondly, the vampire was male, which entirely disproved Sam's- his old alpha's- theory of reproduction.

Thirdly, the boy he'd seen was entirely vampire, not a fertile half-blood like Nahuel or Nessie.

Fourthly, if he actually had imprinted, Seth knew he would have stopped at nothing to find the boy again. Right now, his mind was full of nothing but lust, curiousity and a strange, but strong, loving pull towards the figure.

Was it possible to half-imprint?

Don't be ridiculous, Seth reprimanded himself.

He would imprint on a nice, human (or half-blood vampire, he supposed, he definitely wasn't picky) girl.

And then he would get the thoughts of the boy entirely out of his mind, for good. Thoughts he'd kept so well hidden from Leah, Jacob and Edward.

Right?

Right.

But, then, why did the notion of no longer thinking about the boy, of trying to love someone else, make Seth feel sick? Like he'd never feel happy or smile again unless he allowed himself to think about the boy?

Seth shook his head violently, yet again, to rid himself of the thoughts of the boy- the vampire.

He was not human. Seth had to stop referring to him as a "boy".

Standing suddenly, and with renewed determination, Seth stepped out of his room with a purpose, promising himself that he would stop with the silly, pointless wallowing. He was much too cheerful a person for that shit.

Time to go hide my thoughts from Edward, he thought with false enthusiasm, trooping down the winding, ridiculously elaborate staircase – all Esme's work, of course.

Entering the living room, Seth was greeted by a heart-warmingly familiar sight.

Nessie and Jacob, curled up tight and inseparably on the floor, directly underneath the television, illuminated by the warm (although entirely pointless) fireplace.

Jasper and Alice, locked in an epic battle (a.k.a a chess game) over by the window seat, the dull morning sun illuminating them weakly, and not nearly enough for the diamond effect on their skin to make a dazzling appearance.

Rosalie and Emmett, sat by the state of the art computer (one of many in the house), arguing in hissed, hushed tones. From what he could tell, they were on eBay, and it was probably best to just not get involved and stay out of range of possible flying shrapnel.

Carlisle and Esme, spooning on the couch closest to the fire, facing the doorway. Although Esme seemed to be genuinely paying attention to the television, Carlisle was constantly distracting her by whispering (what Seth assumed were) sweet nothings in the giggling woman's ear.

Edward and Bella were sitting on opposite ends of the other couch, closest to the door, clearly practicing their odd mental communication – which was why Seth had not been concerned at all that Edward would over hear his obsessing over the vampire boy. When Bella let her husband into her head, he often didn't emerge for days, and they'd been staring rapturously at each other like that since the night before.

Seth thought it was cute. Emmett thought it was puke-inducing.

The fact vampires couldn't actually throw up seemed entirely irrelevant to a sulking, pouting Emmett, who had been kicked out of the house by Esme and Edward for interrupting Bella and Edward during one of their "sessions" – in the most obnoxious way possible, of course.

Seth hesitated at the door for only a second, looking around the welcoming room and contemplating his place there. Where was he supposed to sit? He really, really didn't want to interrupt one of the couples, even though he knew they'd welcome him.

He hated those pity-filled smiles they gave him when they could see he felt left out.

Esme, ironically enough, smiled at him in just that way, moving from her position wrapped around Carlisle to make room for him on the couch.

Seth moved towards them, choking on laughter as he spied Carlisle hurriedly place a pillow in his lap to hide what had previously been nestled on (what Seth seriously hoped was) the small of Esme's back.

"Good morning, Seth!" Esme said brightly, patting the newly evacuated couch cushion next to her. "I left breakfast for you on your dresser – did you get it?"

Seth smiled widely, being cheered considerably by Esme's genuine joy at seeing him. "I did, it was delicious! Thank you, Esme." It wasn't an entire lie – he had eaten it, although he couldn't recall what exactly it was, or what it had tasted like. He'd been far too deep in his thoughts to notice or recall anything.

"Good," Esme sighed in satisfaction. "Is your sister still in her room? With Nahuel?"

Seth winced at the reminder, and Esme tried to look apologetic, even though Seth knew it brought her so much happiness that Leah and Nahuel were so very in love – and expressed it physically. Constantly.

A couple of times a day.

And non-stop at night.

Well. No wonder Seth was desperate for a mate of his own.

He needed a distraction from his sister's pleasured screams.

Oh, gross, why did I start thinking of that? Think of something nice… Like a mate of your own. Someone you can make scream. Yeah. Maybe the boy… I'm sure his body would be perfect, and aching for me. Oh, god, yes, he'd beg. And I'd give him what he wanted, revelling in his little mewls of pleasure and –OH GOD SETH STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING ABANDON THOUGHTS, Seth slammed a brake on his perverted inner-monologue, beyond guilty that he'd started thinking such things in front of Esme of all people.

He was disgusting.

And horny.

Jasper, still trapped in a battle with his wife, looked over at Seth and raised an eyebrow, clearly feeling the rush of desperate, hormonal feelings, and raised an eyebrow at the humiliated boy.

Seth, upon realizing that Jasper knew he had the mind of a teenage boy (even if Edward didn't), sunk lowly into the couch, avoiding the empath's eyes.

Well. This was awkward.

He needed to imprint soon. He needed it.

Not just on a physical level (although that was certainly a defining factor), but on an emotional level.

Seth didn't want to be lonely anymore.

Well, there we are! First chapter! What do you guys think? Is it worth continuing?

Any comments/suggestions/criticisms? I'd love to hear them! (and, hey, compliments are pretty cool too!)

Alec makes his appearance in the next chapter!

~andstraightontillmorning