Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine. It's a terrible, terrible bad book series/movie series. So of course, this fan fiction is mine.

A/N: Admittedly, I nearly did not upload this tonight. It's flat. I'm sorry, but it is. It's kind of filler but not filler because the whole story is kinda filler? Um, yea. It get's a bit more interesting towards the end here, because I was struck with a terrible idea. It's a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but still nearly 5k words, so's ya know. Anyways, here you are - hope you don't hate it at the very least. I'm seriously kind of only writing this story in the first place to work on my grammar/sentence structure/ideas. Because I'm bad at all that.

Also, thank you for the wonderful reviews. I try to answer most of them. Feel free to offer comments, suggestions, ideas, or to ask questions.

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"What about that one?"

"Hm, no, he won't taste any good. You'll gag."

"I never gag! Are you telling me I'm deficient?!"

"You said it, not me!" I giggle; delighted at the way the conversation was turning. Swinging my legs back and forth, my heels hitting the side of the building we were sitting on, I leant over slightly to peer down at the passerby's. It was funny, but 3 months ago and I would have never thought that I'd be sitting here with him on the rooftop of a building in Denver. Garrett and I had bonded so closely and so quickly that I was nearly frightened that it was a mate bond, if such a thing existed.

It was only after I'd totally freaked out after only 4 days of knowing him that Garrett found out and then promptly wouldn't stop laughing. I kicked him in the shins. Not that it had stopped him at all, he had just laughed harder because apparently getting 'kicked by a midget' was even more hilarious. I focused in on a blonde woman walking rather quickly with a confident stride and in the next second Garrett's pointed finger was tossed out in front of my face towards her.

"That one?"

I scoffed, "Too bland."

I could all but hear his pout and with a sideways glance at him, sure enough, he was pouting before an exaggerated look of concentration appeared on his face as he continued to scan the street below. My lips tugged into a fondly amused smile, even as I watched his eyes light up in delight and point dramatically at a young man exiting a car.

"That's the one! I know it is!"

I couldn't help myself then and followed his eyes to the young man now walking towards a building, and nodded with a serious and solemn look on my face. The man in question could not be more than 17 or 18 years old with a long, drawn face and sunken eye; handsome, if not extremely tired from a long day.

"Yes. He's British."

Garrett promptly recoiled, nearly unseating himself from the edge and whipped his head around to stare at me in horrified disbelief.

"My god woman! Don't do that to me!"

I burst into a fit of giggles, doubling over with my arms coming around to support my torso. I was laughing so hard that I nearly leaned right off the edge of my seat and fell through the air, if it weren't for a hand suddenly grabbing the collar of my blouse and pulling me back. I landed on my back on the rooftop, unable to stop the giggles that poured out of me, and glancing up at his disgruntled and unamused expression, burst into laughter anew.

"Y-y-your f-face!" I gasped out; far too amused to bother trying to reel myself back in.

He scowled down at me, arms crossed and eyes narrowed; an expression that just screamed displeased and incredulous at the same time. For some reason, Garrett had this notion that if he ate anyone with British blood that he'd become poisoned, or something along those lines. I didn't actually try to understand that logic, but I am pretty sure it's just a phase for him anyways because from what I remember of my past life he was never that picky.

"It isn't that funny." He mumbled, turning away from my hysterical laughter in disgust to go back to browsing his choices. After a moment, I settled myself only to look up in time to see him disappear over the edge of the building. Amused despite the fact that what we were talking about is technically, completely inappropriate; I pick myself up and sit back down on the ledge. Taking a moment in Garrett's absence, I think back on the past few months.

Meeting Garrett had been like a breath of fresh air, or mace to the face, but either way meeting him had gotten me back on my feet. I had existed so long in denial of my circumstances despite the fact that I had constantly told myself that I had accepted my death and rebirth. It isn't any easier now, really, because I still can't remember what had happened. The little that gets through the cracks however, leads me to believe that it's really not what I think. I had died, yes, but it was not that simple.

I had the sinking suspicion that I really was Alice and only remember my past life because the venom had woken it while taking the memories of my current life. It's only a little distressing to be honest. Mostly, I'm too distracted by how ridiculous Garrett is to be bothered by my epiphany. Well, maybe not so much as an epiphany as more of a suspicion but the point still stands. Still, in the times that I now have to myself I can't help but wonder what this all means.

If my suspicion rings true, then the fact that I am Alice could possibly mean that the Alice of Before was me too which means… Well, it means my plan to "mess shit up" really won't happen. Really, that just gets me all up in arms because I'm a stubborn bitch at heart and I don't just take things lying down. Ugh, this makes my head hurt… I grumbled inwardly. My eyes quickly pinpoint Garrett on the street below, tucked into an alleyway across from my seated position.

As unfocused as I was, I could still appreciate the fact that even as I am now, I'm still in some ways me. It only really makes sense in my head, but for the past two years I'd been so afraid of the fact that I'd woken up in a fictional characters body that I'd kind of just gone with the flow and blocked everything else out. My tentative plan of "messing shit up" was really no plan at all, to be honest, just an effort to distract myself from my new life. Even then, I really had no idea how I would complete that plan. I had a few inklings of ideas, such as screwing with the Volturi for shits and giggles, and perhaps leading them on a wild goose chase but for the most part I was floundering in this new life. Rolling my eyes at my thoughts, I returned my attention to my new best friend.

He must have felt me looking because the next second he is looking up from where he was holding his prey – a young man of only 17 – against the wall and grinned at me while waggling his eyebrows. I can't help but giggle. Like I said, he was a bit ridiculous but I can't help myself. Garrett is my soul brother. Sliding off the edge of the building, I hit the ground with nary a sound and dance my way across the street just in time to see him drop the corpse to the ground. Wiggling my finger at him in a 'no,no' gesture I quickly move over and depose of the corpse into the nearby dumpster. I spin on my heel and with my hands on my hips, pout at him.

"You made a mess of things, again. He'll be missed."

He simply grinned at me, looking smug. Rolling my eyes, I glance over my shoulder at the dumpster before shrugging and walking over to Garrett. Grabbing his hand, I tug him with me into the street and with a giggle; I raise his hand above my head and pirouette beneath it. A tug on my hand brought me spinning back to him causing me to grasp onto the front of his vest to steady myself. Cocking my head to the side, I peer up at him through my bangs with an innocent look that just screamed , 'Who? Me?' He rolled his eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous, little lady. You'd have seen it."

I pout, "I did see it!"

"You would have stopped it." He pointed out, his hands falling to my hips then spinning me around so my back was flush with his front as he danced us casually down the street and garnering many, many looks from the humans in the process. I shrug loftily and twirl around only to dance out of his hold to walk beside him.

"Well, true." Suddenly perking up, I bounced on my feet with a grin earning a familiar baffled look from my companion. "Let's go to New York!"

Brow furrowing momentarily in confusion the expression quickly smoothed out and he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. He obviously didn't understand why I wanted to go to New York but, as always, indulged me.

"Yes, okay."

I beamed, "Great! Then we can take the boat to England."

It didn't even take a second for him to burst out into a curse filled sentence of abhorrence and objection. I giggled a little maniacally and took off at a run straight out of the little neighborhood we'd found ourselves in and deeper into the city, leaving my protesting friend behind. I found myself suddenly stopping on a long street with a row of shops off to one side. Biting my lower lip in thought, I stepped in front of one shop in particular, gazing at the merchandise in the window. Garrett was there in seconds, standing at my shoulder and staring quizzically at what I was looking at.

Nodding once in a decisive manner, I slipped past him and opened the door, preparing to enter only to pause at the sound of his voice calling out to me. Turning my head to look over at him, I pursed my lips in an effort not to smile at the look of bewilderment on his face.

"What are you doing?"

All I did was give him an innocent look in response and duck inside, quickly heading over to what I saw from the window. I stood in front of the display and stared at it in utter glee. Feeling him at my back, I let myself grin and reached out, snagging them from the display and sashaying happily over to the counter. Beaming at the man at the cash register, he gave me a hesitant smile in return and picked them up.

"A good choice, Miss. May I ask the occasion?" He questioned politely as he wrung them up. I gave a small laugh, eyes sparkling with mirth even as I turn and hold out my hand expectantly to Garrett. With a disgruntled look from beneath his long hair, he dug into his pocket and promptly deposited some cash in my held out hand. I turn back to the man at the counter and smile brightly, forking the cash over.

"Oh, just a gift." I said cheerfully; watching with giddy excitement as he went about wrapping them in paper. Pausing, he looked up briefly, "Would you like them gift wrapped then?"

"Oh! Yes, please!"

He smiled at me and finished wrapping them, even adding a bright blue bow on top of the package. Grabbing the package, I give the man a smile full of teeth causing him to recoil almost violently before all but skipping out of the shop. As soon as we were outside, Garrett looked down at me with a brow raised.

"Why did you just buy ballroom gloves?"

Innocently, I tilted my head in a cutesy gesture and fluttered my eyelashes up at him. Really, it's not like I could resist when I saw the shop I'd been passing. It had been a split second decision, but as soon as I'd made it I didn't even have to imagine the look on his face once he got the gift. So of course, I answered in the most matter of fact way possible.

"I thought Aro might like them."

Complete silence greeted my statement and, curious, I looked up at my companion to see why he wasn't giving me one of his usual smartass remarks. Instead of a cocky smirk and a quirked brow, I was greeted with a total look of disbelief and shock as if he couldn't believe the words that just came out of my mouth. Concerned when the look stayed after a few minutes, I wave my hand in front of his face.

"I think I broke him." I muttered, brow furrowing. Poking him in the cheek then pulling a funny face did absolutely nothing besides causing his eyes to narrow and his lips twist into a confused frown. One pair of gloves? $2 Postage to Italy? 10c give or take a few more. Making Garrett speechless? Hehehe… priceless. I thought, in utter amusement. Humming thoughtfully under my breath after another glance at his frozen form, I shrug and turn around to go to the Post Office. I'd need to write a letter, preferably with some perfume or some such to cover up my scent because I did not want Demetri on my tail.

As I walked, I mused on just what I would write in my greeting. 'Hello Aro! Nice to meet you! You don't know me, but I know you! I thought you might like these for your skin condition on those special occasions for guests. No need to pay me back, see you soon! xoxo' Wrinkling my nose at the mental note, I shook my head. I would need to come up with something better.

Meanwhile, In Volterra

"Master, you have a package from overseas. I believe it is a gift."

Aro looked up from where he was bent over an old, twine bound text and grinned happily. Straightening, he clapped his hands together in front of him and responded with a giddy, "Oh, how delightful!"

Striding forward, he held out his hand with an expectant and none too patient gaze. The vampire in the dark charcoal cloak bowed lowly and held out the gift wrapped package covered in mailing stamps and odd looking drawings of smiley faces. Aro took it and stared down at it in befuddlement for a few seconds before smiling with glee. It took him seconds to find himself seated in his throne with the package in his lap and just as he was about to open it Caius opened his mouth.

"Brother, what is it?"

Irritation swelled inside and with a brief stern look towards the pale king, he replied with stark annoyance, "It is a gift, dear brother, one I have yet to open." Caius narrowed his eyes with a hiss at the attitude given to him, turning and snarling at the guard still standing there. The guard quickly bowed and disappeared from the room and with a hint of frustration Caius returned his attention to Aro. Aro. who at the moment was staring down at the opened package in his lap with bewilderment.

"Well?" Caius asked impatiently.

Aro blinked, then lifted up a pair of royal blue women's ballroom gloves allowing them to dangle from his fingertips. Even Marcus, so usually oblivious to what goes on around him, tuned into the strange sight of Aro holding women's gloves. Baffled, Aro picked up the folded letter he had yet to read and flipped it open and as his eyes scanned it quickly, irritation and anger grew pronounced on his usually giddy and gleeful face.

"Aro!" Caius snapped, beyond annoyed now. In reply, the letter was thrust out at him and with another annoyed look to the now snarling touch telepath he took the letter and started to read.

'Greetings Pasty King,

It's getting chilly out. You don't know me, of course, but I know all about you! I saw these in a shop and thought of you. It must be very difficult to get around with such a terrible skin condition like yours. I thought in your old age you might appreciate such a thoughtful gift! Why, aren't they absolutely divine? Do tell your brothers I said Hello. Or is it Ciao? I can never remember.

Pixie

P.S. You might want to tell Caius to stop glaring all the time. His face might get stuck that way, if it hasn't already.

P.P.S. Oh, and let Jane know that it's not nice to pull pigtails all the time will you?

P.P.P.S Almost forgot! Aro, you bad boy you, I know what you did.

Despite himself, Caius couldn't help but be somewhat amused by the letter and the precociousness of the sender; until he got to the end. Eyes narrowing at not only the jibe at him but at the last words to Aro he turned in his seat to look at his all but howling brother.

"Aro! What did they mean? What did you do?" He demanded, incensed that even more secrets were being kept.

It was enough to make Aro stop in his tracks but not enough to make him answer Caius in a way that satisfied him. Marcus, as ever, was oblivious and lost in his wayward and thus depressing thoughts.

"I have no idea brother. Whoever sent this must be found and questioned, lest they spread dissatisfying rumors of us." It was the only reply Caius was likely to get considering the circumstances, and once given he had no time to question Aro further as he had disappeared out of the hall, most likely to go complain to Sulpicia. How that woman put up with his irritating behavior was beyond Caius' understanding.

"Demetri!" Caius roared.

"Yes, Master?" Demetri obediently murmured with a bow, appearing in front of Caius within seconds from the edge of the room. Caius thrust the letter and package, gloves in tact, towards him. "Here, find who sent this. Now!"

Demetri took the package and letter and bowed once more with an agreed mutter of "Yes, Master." He turned on his heel and left the hall, leaving Caius to lean back in his throne with a scowl on his face. Seconds passed in which the scowl stayed, until suddenly the words of the letter came back and he forcefully smoothed his features out. It wouldn't really get stuck would it?

"Stop staring at me."

I tilted my head, unblinking.

"Alice."

It was a warning. I simply smiled in return.

An exasperated sigh, a glance to his left at me, then an irritated mutter of, "Stop staring, little devil."

"I think you should cut your hair short." I stated firmly. My stare remained intense and focused on him, studying his profile from my perch on a park bench. We are currently in New York City and have been for the past couple of months now. Garrett still point blank refused to get on a boat and go to England, but I had decided that I should probably wait for at least a while anyways considering the war over there. Well, that and the fact that I'd sent that letter to Aro a while back and was completely uncertain whether going to Italy would invoke Demetri onto my trail or not.

Visions, you'd think they'd be useful for that kind of thing.

His head whipped towards me at my words, baffled. "What? Why?" Confusion warred with surprise on his face, followed quickly by a grimace as he ran his hand through his thick, sandy brown locks of hair. "I think it suits me." He mused, "I've had it this way since I changed."

I sigh, "I know. That's why you need to cut it." I beamed suddenly, shifting onto my knees with my feet tucked beneath me. "We can always get you a wig first. See how you look with short hair." To be honest, the only thing I was really thinking was that Garrett really does look a whole lot like Lee Pace. I know for a fact that Lee Pace looked great with short, styled hair from when I was, well, dead.

"I am not wearing a wig." He deadpanned, turning away from me and back to people watching. How boring. A heavy sigh accompanied my disappointment which clearly amused Garrett to no end if his little smirk was anything to go by, the dick. With a pout, I crossed my arms and turned my back to him with a slouch on the park bench. In the next second, however, I found myself stiffening.

The first thing to notice about her were the wild red curls, pinned up into a pragmatic bun beneath a wide brimmed lady's hat. They were eye catching and drew attention like a moth to a flame, but despite the deep red color it was the eyes that really held the attention of a passerby. Despite the cool blue coloring, it was more the emotion caught behind them that appealed to others. Longing, eagerness, and a somewhat poignant pain that defied her outward character, even, perhaps, the result of something she held close to her heart.

It was evident, upon looking at her, that despite how happy she appeared as she stood at the windowpane gazing out at the street, that she was missing a piece in her life that truly mattered. A voice sounded throughout the home and with a turn of her head, her attention is drawn away from the view of the outside – and her longing – to the door of the parlor she stood in. In the next moment, a man of tall stature and broad shoulders appeared in the doorway with a solemn gaze that wrenched through her, burrowing deep and digging its claws so tightly into her heart that she already knew.

Gasping for breath that wouldn't come, her pale hands reached out for the wall next to her even as her legs failed her sending her to the settee. The man reacted rather quickly, striding forward with a confidence in his movements that seemed rather natural to him. Suddenly enveloped in warm, familiar arms she collapsed into the older gentlemen and found her tears escaped her regardless of how hard she tried to quell them.

"Hush, darling, hush. She would want you happy."

His soothing tenor struck her as odd and offsetting, causing her to throw herself away from him with a cry of hostility. How could he even think such a thing, when this pain was eating away at her so readily. In seconds, she stood a few feet away with her arms wrapped tightly about herself as if trying to hold her heart within her chest.

"How could you say that, papa?!" She echoed, turning a pain filled gaze upon him. He had not moved except to clench his fists upon his lap, his own matching pair of cool blue looking upon her with such a heart wrenching expression of helplessness. It was apparent that he had no idea what to do with her or the situation.

"Mama is gone. All you can say is that she would want me to be happy about this?! I could never be happy about this!" She cried, terrified in the face of the loss she found herself a part of. Her mother had been her world, and what was her world without her mother?

I recognized the woman in my vision immediately, though confusion stirred within me as to why I had even seen her. Clearly, she had yet to be changed but then why… Utterly perplexed, I turned away from staring at the buildings in the distance to look at Garrett who was watching me with a look of expectancy on his face. Inspiration struck like a meteor to my head as I stared back at him, unblinking as my thoughts whirled in circles. Oh hell no! Really? That's… that makes no sense though… I mused, shaking my head almost violently to get the thought out of my brain. I needed brain bleach, ugh.

"Little Devil."

Then again, it possibly solves everything if its true. I had never had a vision about something that had not directly affected me or who I was looking for. Jasper, of course, affected me in such a major – and here I inwardly sniggered at the pun – way that it was not at all surprising I had so many detailed visions of him. Hell, since meeting Garrett I'd even started getting random visions of what he gets up to when I'm not around. The squirrel had been particularly disturbing…

"Allie-cakes."

So then why this vision and why about her of all people; surely she wasn't going to be my new best friend? Oh gross, I can just imagine it now. No, there was no way she was one of my friends. The question remained: why have such detailed visions about her out of the blue? Clearly, yes, she was in New York City, which was where Garrett and I are currently but beyond that…

"Alice!"

Jolted out of my rapidly forming panic, I spun around and stare up at Garrett's concerned face with an echo of my confusion plastered all over me. He frowned, reaching out to tug on a strand of my dark hair and then promptly pulling me into an embrace. A human couple passed us by in the next second that sent flames of thirst up my throat and even as the woman smiled at our embrace in affection and understanding the venom flooded my mouth. She smelled mouthwatering and it took all I had in me to turn my face into Garrett's chest and bite down hard. He hissed through his teeth at the feel of my teeth ripping into him, his own arms tightening around me in alarm and pain.

"Damn it all, what the hell is that for you little devil?!" He growled out through clenched teeth, quietly.

I didn't say a word or move for the next few minutes and neither did Garrett, obviously understanding that something had gone considerably wrong. Apparently, that vision had taken me so off guard that I had not foreseen my singer of all things. Because this makes all the sense in the fucking world, I thought darkly. Releasing my teeth from his chest, I slip out of his arms and pat him on the cheek with a falsely cheerful smile.

"Sorry, baby face, I needed a moment."

His eyes narrowed at me, ignoring my clearly demasculating nickname and instead studying me with an intensity I had still not gotten used to. Garrett could be fucking scary, let me tell you. My smile slipped and fell, so instead I grimaced and answered his unspoken questions.

"She was my singer. Sorry I bit you, I… didn't see that coming."

At this admittance, he lit up like a star on a Christmas tree, his shit eating grin so blindly I just had to look away with a pout and cross my arms defiantly. His chuckles came next before I suddenly felt the weight of his arm resting cross my shoulders and him pulling me into his side. Almost flailing with the unexpected movement, I elbowed him in the side and wiggled out of his hold with a glare.

"Oh don't look at me like that, you were asking for it." He said, still grinning.

Well, two could play at that game. Clearly, that vision had meant something and whether or not that something was for me or Garrett or even someone else I'd meet down the line, we were staying in New York and befriending her. So, smiling brightly, I twirled on my heels and bounced away from him with an eager stride.

"C'mon Mister Revolution, we have to go find Victoria."

"Who the fuck is Victoria?"

"Oooh, but first, let's stop in here! It's perfect!"

"Little Devil…. Why are you buying skin care cream?"

"It's for Aro."

Like I said, flat. But their interaction will get a LOT better, I swear.