[AN: Finally chapter 2! I'm uping the rating for themes!]

Sorry for any mistakes.

The Blood Saga: Red Silver

Alice and I sat in our room. I stared at her left hand on my chest, the silver band glittering. "So you like it huh?" I mumbled. She glanced at her hand.

"Of course I do. How could you even ask me that?"

"Easy, I opened my mouth and words came out. Just like now." I grinned and pointed at my mouth. She giggled and gently shut my mouth.

"You're so silly Bella."

"Mm isn't that why you love me?"

"Very much part of the reason." She sat up and straddled my hips, her fingers brushing across my abdomen, making me shiver. "I also love you because you're sweet and sensitive and very caring about others. Even us." She mumbled the last part.

"What's that supposed to mean? What wrong with you?"

"Nothing it's just…now I've got you I'm a little worried about my damned soul." She didn't mean damned as in it was a problem, she meant it as a word of torment…which bothered me.

"Alice you're not going to hell."

"How do you know?"

"Because then you'd never have a next life and we'd never get to have more fun." I smiled up at her.

Her eyes seemed to tear up and she fell into my arms.

Later that day we helped Emmett and Edward paint over the large Jack Skellington image. I was kinda sad to see it go, but Alice said she'd draw me a personal one.

At about lunchtime when most of the Cullen's, including Ali went hunting I headed over to the Leon's.

Huan was meditating at his usual place beside the lake. I walked up behind him and stood quietly. He and Ai always had good senses. "Do you need something Bella?"

"Uh…kinda just need someone to talk to."

His right arm extended out, motioning to the place beside him. "Please sit then." I hopped up onto the rock and crossed my legs into the awkward yoga position, a foot on either knee. "He opened his eyes and looked at me. "What's bothering you?"

"Well…last night Alice was talking about her soul." I started.

He nodded. "And something about that bothers you?"

"She had said her soul was damned. She mumbles things when she thinks I can't hear too."

"Such as?"

"Always something about how it's a shame she's a vampire and she's going to hell…it just…it makes me feel bad knowing all this stuff. I feel like it's my fault."

"And why is that?"

"Because apparently something about me makes her feel like less than what she is." I mumbled. I was letting everything spill out.

Huan smiled. "And what is she?"

"She's…everything! She's beautiful and amazing and smart and gifted….she's…"

"A vampire." He stated shortly. I stared at him oddly.

"What's that got to do with it?"

He chuckled softly. "It's a strong belief of many that when one becomes a vampire they've sold their soul to the devil. Damning them forever once they die. You…" He pointed at me. "Fail to see this."

"Being a vampire doesn't mean,"

He cut me off. "Not to you. Simply because you fail to see the picture as they see it. Alice has long since accepted what she is and what could be. She acts happy and I'm sure a good deal of the time she is, but that doesn't mean her past is not a pained one."

"I don't understand." I frowned.

"How would you feel if you couldn't remember your past, if you felt you'd sold your soul simply so you could live to see others die and save yourself? If you couldn't remember your family, if you knew if you were happy or not back then…I am certain Alice is looking for something in you." He looked back out to the lake and closed his eyes again.

"What's that?"

"A thing every vampire may want…" he smiled and looked back at me, and he seemed to me several decades older and wiser than a man who could have lived a thousand years. "I am sure she's looking for in you is a thing called peace. For you to tell her it's all okay and to help her find her answers so she doesn't have to torment herself with the questions."

I nodded, oddly enough I understood.

The reason Alice looked at me strangely, why she was acting funny. She had asked about my past, but I had never asked her of hers. I had thought it'd be to painful to remember or even try to.

I said my goodbye to Huan and headed back to the Cullen's.

But if Huan was right and Alice wanted peace…then I was obligated and bound to help her. Not out of force or because I may have to, but because I wanted to. I always wanted to know more about Alice. And here was my chance, standing in front of me with open arms.

If Alice wanted to know more, then so did I.

Alice was laying on the bed when I walked in. She smiled coyly at me and sat up. "Where've you been?"

"To see Huan."

"Mm," she wrapped her arms around me as I stood by the bed, nuzzling my stomach. "What for? The way you're talking it sounds like it was a business trip."

"It was." I touched her shoulder gently. "Ali?"

"Hmm?"

"You want to know about your past don't you?"

She pulled away and looked up at me. "Well…yeah but…why?"

I sat on the edge of the bed. "Alice if you're looking for answers at least let me help."

"You never asked about it before." She whispered, looking just a little hurt.

"I didn't want to because I didn't want you to try and remember something you couldn't. I just thought talking about your past would be painful."

She smiled then, the hurt emotion vanishing from her face. She all but pounced on me, pulling me back onto the bed and smothering me with kisses. "You're to lovely." She whispered.

"I didn't know that was even possible." I smirked, she giggled and tapped my arm gently then grazed her fingers over the marking she designed.

"Alice?"

"Mm?" She sounded sleepy.

"Don't ever think you're less than what you are."

She looked up at me curiously. "What do you mean?"

I shook my head. "Forget it."

"Nooooo, now that's gunna be bugging me all day!" She pinched my arm, I flinched and yelped.

"Ow! Hey! Unless you've forgotten you're a lot stronger then me!" I rubbed the sore red spot on my arm. She giggled and I couldn't keep the frown on my face.

"I'm sorry." She took my arm and pressed her chilled lips against the red mark. "Better?"

"Yes." I grinned and pulled her to me, kissing her hard but soft, slipping my hands under her shirt.

The next morning we walked downstairs later, after Alice made a fuss of fixing her hair.

Edward and Jasper were on the couch. They were thumb wrestling, I didn't know anybody still did that. Edward won and Jazz pulled his hand away and wrapped his arms around Edward, who smiled over at us.

Joshwe and Adam bounced by, Ollie following along with her arms crossed, she waved at me.

Alice led me to Carlisle's office. He was absent of the room. "The files I found on my past are kept in here." She opened a filing cabinet and took out a folder, handing it to me. It only had a few pages inside.

I opened it as Alice came to stand beside me. She'd been kept in an asylum. "Ali?"

"Hmm?"

"Your family didn't like you very much did they?"

She chuckled softly. "From the way it looks I suppose not, but I really have no way of knowing. I had um…I had found my grave back in Biloxi. The date on the grave matches the day I was checked in so…I guess maybe they didn't like me all that much." She whispered the last part and I flipped the file closed and set it down on Carlisle's desk.

"Alice." I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her temple. "If they didn't like you it was because they were jealous of how great you are." She giggled.

"Really?"

"Really, really. Who couldn't love you? You're amazing!" I wasn't telling a lie. Who could hate Alice?

She giggled again and shook her head. "Oh Bella you're to sweet."

"Nah, just honest Ali." I picked up the file again with my left hand, keeping my other arm tight around Alice's shoulder. "This…this whole mystery to your life before…we're gunna find the answers. And if not…well then at least we'll know we tried."

She took her file and set tossed it onto the desk again. Her face was blank as she hugged me tight and nuzzled my neck. "Bella…" She mumbled. I felt her shaking.

I knew she couldn't cry tears. Or…tears like humans and shape shifters cried. I watched as blood stained the shoulder of my shirt. …She was crying blood. It was eerie how poetic that seemed. To be so moved by something you could cry blood.

"Ali."

She was mumbling something. I strained to hear her. "…I don't." I frowned and pulled her back. The blood stained her pale face, making it stand out as if her real face was covered by finely crafted mask. I gently wiped the blood away.

I smiled when there were still soft pink marks running down her face. I used my shirt to get rid of it, making her giggle.

"You don't what?"

"I don't deserve you." She mumbled, picking at her fingernails.

"No, I think it's me that doesn't deserve you. But here we are anyways…" I took her hands. "And we're happy." I kissed her ring finger.

"And getting married." She bit her lip and giggled adorably.

I nodded, grinning. "And getting married." I confirmed. My fingers ticked up her arm and shoulder, dipping across her frozen collarbone.

"Bella…" Her voice was clouded with lust. She took my hand and tugged me along back out of the room to our own.

Alice was always telling me which shirts I could rip and which ones I couldn't. This shirt was one of the ones on the don't even think about it list. Blue was her favorite color, it matched her personality. Bubbly.

"You should have some patience." Alice smiled over at me as she removed her shirt.

I growled low in the back of my throat. "I don't have any when it comes to this." I didn't. Alice was to addictive to wait…even for a few seconds.

The curtains were drawn, the late morning sun bled into the room. It made Alice's diamond skin glint and sparkle.

I sat on the bed and she took her place, standing between my legs. My fingers played across her cold skin.

Her arms went around my shoulders.

I traced the curves of her body. Over her hips, up her spine, across her collarbones, down her chest.

Alice gasped as I played my fingers over her breasts. Grazing but barely touching.

She was a finely crafted marble statue of a goddess, and I was her most loyal subject…paying my tribute.