Edward knew it was something pathetic to do yet he had no choice. He pulled that mask to cover his face, hoping it was enough for him to cover his identity from Alice.

He didn't want anything by doing that—it was perhaps just a kind of redemption. He wanted to ensure that she was safe and she lived well as one of his kind. Because it was his responsibility to make sure of that—he was the one to make her live that life.

Knowing her address wasn't as hard for him—on the day he dropped out from school he asked for her address from the lady manning the reception desk. She was always a fan of his, so it wasn't hard at all—she only felt suspicious of his reason why, but she gave it anyway. It was sometimes great having such façade—he could use it to get what he wanted.

Her house's location was slightly hard to find—there were too many forests in Forks, and her house was located in one of the biggest ones. Her house was quite a remote one, surrounded by tall trees. Edward found it stressful to locate it, but he finally did.

It was a glassy house, the one similar to his. It was quite big for a person to live alone in it—he was sure she was the only one living there because there was only a car parked in front of the house; her yellow Ferrari. Besides, the lady in school's office told him that as well—she lived alone because she wanted to be independent from her parents, because she was already 18. Of course it was one big lie; she had never aged so she was always 17, and she for sure had no parents. Edward knew her age since she screamed it out loud in her head when he was about to kill her—she didn't want to die at such a young age.

The memory made him wince, again.

The presence of trees made it easier for him to spy on her—especially when her house was all glassy. Every time she moved around, he just jumped from a tree to another, looking for the right spot to watch over her. She wouldn't be able to see him through the dark—he was wearing all black, from head to toe.

Alice was all-active, moving around her house to do many things. The only time she stayed quiet was when she was watching TV, but when there was no good channel to watch she would do things he didn't understand why, such as rearranging her closets. She didn't do it fast even when she was able to—she had all the time in the world anyway, why should she do everything in hurry?

She was wearing a short satin nightgown, black colored. Exposing enough for Edward to run back to his memories—the skin he saw when he raped her. The warm skin he touched and stroked before he pushed his fangs into the fair looking neck. The images were still clear in his head, causing such a great disgust of himself.

Edward had never been bored just watching her moving around her house, making sure she was happy. She didn't seem to resent her eternity, despite being alone like he was. She had all the money she wanted and she could buy everything. She was young forever. She didn't seem to regret being a monster—she didn't seem to want children like Rosalie, since she was childish. She enjoyed being alone. She was also a vegetarian—she loved deer the most. Edward found out about it when he followed her hunting, staying carefully in distance so she didn't trace his smell. He was glad she lived well—she seemed happy and it was all that he needed to know.

It had been more than three months since she moved to Forks. Alice settled in very well—she had many friends, unlike usual vampires, and she somehow managed to tell everyone that she easily felt cold due to the rain so her hands were always cold. It wasn't that plausible but everyone loved her so none minded about it. Edward found it amazing how she could mingle with humans that easily, unlike his siblings and himself.

His siblings were quite helping him, letting him know what Alice was doing during school time. It would be weird if anyone spotted a masked man wandering around at school so Edward couldn't watch her whenever she was at school.

At nights, he kept going to her house to watch her activities. He couldn't help it—it was already his time to stop, actually, since he'd known everything about her life what he needed to know, but he couldn't. The more he saw her and everything she did, the further he was charmed. He was captivated. It was hard not to think that everyone would fall in love with Alice, including him. She was the type of cheerful and beautiful girl everyone—or every vampire, in that case—would want as someone to stay next to them.

Edward found it hard to resist the temptation of fantasizing having her next to his side. He would be very happy, having someone as bright as her to brighten his boring, stagnant days. He would be very contented having someone like her for his eternity, until the end of the world. He fantasized how they would be the happiest couple—just like Carlisle and Esme. They would be very perfect together.

That idea just popped out in his head that night, when he wasn't staying around Alice's house. She was out of town, going to hunt her favorite animal, so he chose not to risk his position by following her again. It was just about time that Alice would spot his scent if he stayed too close to her, especially in open space like the forest.

He was laying on his sofa listening to Debussy when that idea came to mind. It was one irrational idea, which felt like a slap on his face. It was insane—he had lost his mind. He didn't understand why that idea came.

It was the idea to talk with Alice, the girl of his dream. The idea of making his wildest dreams come true.

Edward shook his head—it was too risky. It was like he came to embrace the danger—Alice would eventually expose his identity as her murderer if he did that, yet it was really difficult to deny that he actually wanted her so much, deep within.