Disclaimer- The only Characters i own are Willa, Rob, and other Characters that are obviously not Twilight characters the rest are owned by Stephenie and lord am i jealous of her! Oh and She also owns certain situations that happen in the story, Props be to her. And i also don't own any of the music or brand name products that are mentioned in this story.

Tears

Tears. If you see me with tears, you walked in on something I never wanted anyone to see. Though I've seen my face in the mirror many times before with tears staining my cheeks and I know the sight, you would be floored. I'm Beautiful when I cry. Odd, isn't it? That beauty should only show itself through my pain.

Though the act of crying is one I know well, it's never something I'd consider comforting, it's annoying. Tears flood from my eyes now because of my father. He wants the best for me, He loves me, and I love him, but he doesn't understand me. How cliché is that? A Father not knowing his sixteen year old daughter? Very normal.

I stand now in the woods beside my house. The fight my dad and I just had is one that we have very often and it never gets any easier. Every word hurts as much as the first time we screamed them at each other. I'd imagine this is what multiple stab wounds feel like. I shivered slightly, it was cold, only a few days from snowing, or so the weatherman said. It's always cold here. I don't mind the cold usually but right now I do. I didn't grab a jacket and I refuse go back into that house until dark. Sigh. I've got a couple hours to waste. Looking around you'd see nothing that wouldn't be in any other collection of trees. Boring. I'm always bored. The kids in my school are all fickle; quick to spread gossip or stab you in the back. I don't trust them. The only person my age that I did trust moved to South Carolina a year ago. He's happy there. I'm happy for him, I guess. Sigh. I just miss him.

Rob is one of those guys who can make you smile no matter what's bothering you. He goes out of his way to make you happy. He's funny and silly and he has no respect for personal space. But I still love him to death. We were attached at the hip before his parents decided to move. People used to say Rob and Willa, like it wasn't just Rob or it wasn't just Willa, like we were a package deal, and we kind of were. But he moved, so now it's just Willa.

To find someone lonelier than me would be quite a task; A Father who works all day, a mother who sleeps all day, and no friends. I only have Rob and the only way I can talk to him is online. Lonely. Boring. Cold. Crying. Welcome to my life.

Little did I know it was all going to be changed with a simple sniff.

He caught my scent downwind from me and crouched into a stalking position. Of course it was about a mile away, so I had no idea I was being hunted. Still he came for me. I sat on the damp earth a couple yards away from the trail that would have lead me back home, sobbing quietly to myself. He passed the trail and followed my scent to where I sat hugging my knees and looking somewhere to the right. He deliberately stepped on a twig and I sighed, thinking it was my father.

I didn't look up as I said "Go away." My voice cracked.

"I'll end your pain, dear child." A quite and amazingly smooth voice said to me. I had never heard such a soft voice; it was unlike any sound I had ever heard.

My head snapped up to see the owner of that brilliant voice and a man stood in the shadows of the huge dead tree that was hiding me from view of the trail.

He gasped as he caught sight of me and I did the same. He was beautiful, alabaster skin, midnight black hair and black eyes with dark bruise-like circles under them. He wore simple dark clothes, black pants and a dark gray sweater.

"Who are you?" I said, my voice cracking again. I sniffed and tried to wipe my eyes but he was there on his knees, his slender fingers wrapped around my wrist, his head rolled back and he pressed his lips into a thin line, as if he were fighting some unknown urge.

"Child" He said looking down at me, his eyes even darker, if that were possible. "Tears become you."

I tried to pull my hand away but he was stronger than me. "Who are you?" I asked, demanding this time.

"My name is Alistair." He whispered, bowing his head slightly.

"What do you mean 'you'll end my pain'?" I snapped, still uselessly trying to pull my hand away from him.

He smiled slightly, pulling my hand towards him. His grip tightened as his head bent down to my hand, his lips parted slightly and I gasped

"…no" My voice was no more than a whisper.

His eyes snapped up at me and we stared at each other for what seemed like a full minute. "What are you?" I asked, mouthing the words more than speaking them.

"What I am is a hunter…" he took a deep breath, running his lips along the length of my hand. His lips pressed against my fingertips and my heart began to race. In a quick jerk he pulled me into his arms skimming his lips along my neck, He smelled so sweet and his body was as cold and hard as a block of ice.

"Sweet Child, your body almost begs for me." He murmured when his lips reached my ear. My breath quickened and I moaned softly. I'd never been held like this; he was rough and yet so gentle, and he was right, I was begging for him.

"What is your name, Child?"

It took me a moment to answer him "W-Wilhelmina…"

"Dear Wilhelmina, Do you want me to take you life?" He asked quietly. I knew in this moment that he wasn't toying with me. I gasped and pressed my body to his. He was immediately still as I placed my hand on his frozen cheek and kissed him, new tears flooding from my eyes. I sobbed gently, pressing my forehead to his and dropped my hand. He released my other hand and wrapped his arms around me.

"Sweet Wilhelmina" he rested his cheek on my head and took in a deep breath. "Dear sweet child, I can end it all for you." He whispered into my hair.

"No…" I moaned.

He chuckled and pulled my face up to meet his. "It would be a waste, I suppose, I've never seen a human with such eyes. Pale gray. And Auburn hair, a spray of freckles on your blushing cheeks, delicious… skin as pale and thin as a sheet of snow… maybe just a bite, to tide me over?" he smiled as he took my hand and dug his finger in my arm. I gasped as the blood began to trickle from where his fingernails broke the skin; he put his mouth over my wound and let the blood pool there. His pupils dilated and he held me tighter, almost crushing me.

I gasped in pain and he pulled away, holding me at arms length. "Bandage your arm." He demanded roughly, breathing hard and looking down, his eyes now a deep mahogany. He ripped the bottom of his sweater and held it out to me. Bewildered I wrapped it tightly around my bleeding arm.

"What are you?" I asked.

"I am a Vampire." He licked his lips. "And that takes more effort than I would have imagined."

I felt very cold, shivering; I reached my unhurt arm to stroke his face. "Alistair, is it normal for a…" I trailed off" "…to be out in the day, or not bite, or practically seduce their victims?"

He looked up suddenly "Seduce? Is that what you thought I was doing?" He smiled "Child, I fear for you should another vampire cross your path. True, though, that was a different hunting technique; but I was not seducing you." His smile widened "though I suppose it would be nice, beautiful as you are" He stroked my cheek.

I blushed and looked away. He continued on "I can go out in the day due to the sun being hidden behind the clouds, not that it would hurt me and yes it is odd for me not to have bitten you, but if I did that you would be dead now instead of blushing in my hand" he stroked my cheek with his thumb. "And I do so enjoy the sight of your blush, Wilhelmina"

"Willa." I corrected automatically. He smirked.

"Alistair Belden." He pulled his hand from my cheek and held it out for me to shake.

I took his hand. "Willa Lawley."

"You must be cold, my sweet Willa."

I shivered "I'm fine, I'm always cold."

"Really? You're quite warm to me…" He pulled me into his arms again, gently this time, taking a deep breath and ran his lips along my jaw.

I bit my lip "Alistair?"

"Yes, dear Willa?" He murmured so softly in my ear it was hard to think straight, His scent was so intoxicating, he was so beautiful…

"Kiss me." My request was barely more than a whisper but still I heard his quite chuckle.

"Of course, my Willa." His lips trailed their way to mine and he kissed me with gentle passion. His tongue caressed my lower lip and I couldn't help but part my lips with a soft sigh. My lips formed to his as if he were stone and his moist tongue lazily danced across mine, leaving behind his amazingly sweet aroma for me to taste, it was like honeysuckle and warmth, if warmth were a flavor.

His hands explored my body working in synchronization to pull me closer and press me harder to him. My fingertips trailed down his face and neck to rest on his chest, I felt very light headed as his hands fell to the small of my back, pulling my hips into his. His lips kissed down to my neck; his tongue making lazy circles as he sucked gently on the skin there. He let out a soft groan as his teeth nipped ever so gently at my fragile neck. I sighed his name softly and opened my eyes. It was dark. Gasp.

"Oh! It's late!" I pushed gently against his stone chest. He pulled away. "No…" I pulled myself closer to him and he chuckled.

"You're quite indecisive." He said with and obvious smile in his voice.

"It's late but I don't want to leave you, if I do I'll never see you again and I'll never know if you were real or not…" I whispered tearing up again.

"Would you like me to stay with you?" He asked as he pulled me away enough so he could look in my eyes.

I was so floored by his beauty and the deepness of his gaze I could only nod. He smiled widely; his teeth glinted in the darkness. He pulled me up as he stood, not letting go of me. My feet dangled in the air as my lips found his.

"My mom and dad will be home…" I said, having to ruin all hope of him staying with me.

"Not to worry, Sweet Willa, I'll leave your side only a moment." He carried me back to the trail and toward my house.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked; perplexed by how he knew where he was going.

"Your scent leads this way." He put me down as we neared the entrance to the trail, his hand lingering on my hip to steady me as I swayed. "Which is your bedroom?"

"Are you coming in?" I asked, surprised.

"Unless you'd rather sleep here, I don't suggest it though, it will get much colder." He smiled. "Don't worry, I won't get caught."

"Um… Second floor, it's the room on the right. But how will you-"

"Trust me, Sweet one" he said, interrupting me. He kissed me softly and was gone.

I stumbled forward through the last of the trees into the backyard, passing my old swing set and the picnic table that we never used and stepped up on the porch. As I walked through the door the cold instantly melted away like the changing seasons. Inside I was welcomed to the incessant familiarity of my father in the living room watching some police or detective show and my mom in the kitchen getting something from the fridge. I quickly passed the kitchen door and turned to go up the stairs before-

"Willa?" My dad called from the TV room.

I paused, "Yeah?"

"Could you come in here please?" he said, pausing the TV. Always a bad sign.

I stepped back down the two stairs I'd been able to climb before getting caught and turned into the living room. He sat in the leather chair facing the TV; an ugly, sort of pudgy cop with an angry face was frozen on the screen. "I'm sorry about earlier" he said without looking up.

"Yeah, me too" I said automatically, not really sorry at all.

"Dad loves your heart, honey." He unpaused the TV.

"Yeah, me too" I turned and raced up the stairs to my room.