Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen. David's part is little different from the movie, to make it fit.

"I guess I should get going,"

She must have been the most beautiful thing in the world. It was rare that David came across a girl that was too beautiful to devour. When he had first laid eyes on Alice, he had every intention of making her his dinner. She was so petite and weak, it would have been easy to lure her into a dark corner and devour her. By the way she smelled, David could tell she would have tasted wonderful. However, once he pressed his lips on hers, he could not. Realizing who she looked like, and remembering what he had done, David had lost all craving.

It was like he was getting a second chance....

"I wish I didn't have to leave so soon," Alice told him, and David could only smirk. She was so innocent. Just like Her. "I had a really nice time with you,"

"I won't be gone for long," Said David, "I'm always around."

Alice smiled, presumably thinking he meant he'd be waiting around for her again tomorrow night, which he would. It killed him (figuratively) to be away from Alice for more than a night. She filled the small hole that was in his dead heart. Seeing her large brown eyes light up, David could not help but return her grin. She was so much like her. It was almost unreal. It was as if Emily had never died.

'To think this beautiful creature was walking on this Earth all this time,' He thought to himself,

"Bye David," She breathed, and she sound almost angelic,

"Bye..."

He watched her head up the driveway to the front door, looking back at him once she reached it. All she needed was that long white frilly dress Emily used to wear, and she'd look just like her. Alice disappeared behind the door, and David rode off into the night.

Alice was Emily. Brought back from the dead. She had to be. She looked too much like Emily. Emily once had the same chocolate brown hair, only it trailed much longer down her back. The eyes that had looked up at him tonight were just like Emily's. Her skin; her scent; her smile. It was all Emily. Alice was Emily.

'You don't need to fret about Emily, David,' He remembered Max telling him after Emily had died, 'Emily will come back to you one day. Trust me, you'll live long enough...'

David had once hated Max for turning him into what he was now. It was the reason Emily was gone. He had been an animal who could not control himself, much like young Marko.

Instead of heading back to the hotel, he rounded his bike on one side of the house, and parked it underneath a tall tree. Easily, David scaled the tree branches, doing it with little effort. Being a vampire, climbing things was elementary. A smile spread across his face as he stared into the window.

Alice wasn't in her bedroom yet...but she would be soon...

*~*~*~*~*~*

The house was dead quiet when Alice entered the house. She figured Sam must have come home already, since his jacket was strewn across the back of the couch. Creeping up the steps, she prayed to God and every other God she could think of, that Aunt Lucy did not-

"Alice Monroe!" The high-pitch voice of Aunt Lucy came from across the living room, "Where have you been?! I've been worried sick about you. First, you run away from Sam and Michael-"

"Not to split hairs, Aunt Lucy, but they willingly let me leave. I told them I' d meet with them later-"

"But you didn't! Sam came to me all in a panic when he couldn't find you-"

"-I got lost on the boardwalk-"

"-Did you ever consider the fact that you should have just stay with Sam and Michael?"

"Yes, and I deeply regret it. Can I please go to my room?" All the night's excitement had take all her energy, and her body had began to ache,

"Alright. Go to your room. We can discuss your punishment in the morning..."

Alice sighed as she opened the door to her room and walked inside. Being in the comfort of her own space again was relaxing. Immediately, Alice stripped off her clothes and slid into her pajamas; she crawled underneath her covers and lied in bed. As tired as she was, Alice could not find it in herself to fall asleep. David had occupied her mind; he filled it with interesting stories of his own childhood, and things he had seen. Alice felt her life was so bland compared to his. David was free to roam the streets all night if he wanted to. He could ride his motorcycle wherever he wanted; stay up as long as he wanted, and do whatever he wished.

Alice would have killed to have that freedom....

'Go to sleep, Alice,' She heard a voice like David's say in her head, 'You need rest, babe.'

Alice thought she was hearing things. There was no way David was there in her room, or even in her mind. Resting her head on the pillow, she looked towards the window for relaxation. But she did not get any. The large, black shadow outside her window frightened her. Her heart pounded as she stared back at it through the window, unsure of what to do. Did she call the police? Animal Control? Grandpa? Slowly rising from her bed, Alice planned to go up to the window and open it; all kidns of scenarios played in her mind and they all scared her.

'It's just me,' The voice popped into her head again, 'I want to watch you sleep...'

Quickly, Alice fell calm again and lied back down. She slowly fell asleep, completely unaware of what was really sitting outside the window...

*~*~*~*~*~*

'David? What are you doing?"

'I'm sorry...Im just so hungry!'

A loud shriek sounded.

Blood was splattered all over the floor, and a woman with thick brown hair lied on the wooden floor, her body torn to shreds. Over her stood a man in a white shirt that was stained with blood; the crimson fluid dripped out of his mouth as he licked it up with his tongue. His bleach blonde hair was slicked back, but blood had matted into the roots on his hairline.

He spun around to face Alice...

It was David...

*~*~*~*~*

Alice was given double chores as a punishment, and she would also run errands for Aunt Lucy and Grandpa. Washing the dishes from breakfast, David slipped into her mind again. The nightmare she had had the previous night still scared her. Why would David hurt that woman? Who was she to him or Alice anyway? Did this dream mean something?

She shook her head. No. It didn't mean anything. Loads of people have creepy nightmares every night, why should hers be different? Placing another cleaned dish on the rack, Alice tried to focus on another image instead of the one she had seen in her dream.

"Oh Alice!" Aunt Lucy walked into the kitchen, a wide smile on her face, "I've got something for you!"

Alice turned around, drying her hands with a ragged dishtowel, and saw small, thin Aunt Lucy holding a large bouquet of red roses. Alice walked up to Aunt Lucy and took the roses from her. Who would send her roses? She only knew of one-

'David' The small white envelope read. Alice felt her cheeks grow pink as she set the flowers down and opened the letter. It was a simple piece of paper with a rose drawn on the corner. David's handwriting was an elegant cursive. She figured a perfect person had perfect penmanship.

'Dear, Alice' The note started, 'Meet me at the boardwalk at 8:00. I wanna show you something... Love, David.'

"Who's David?" Aunt Lucy asked curiously, "Is he that boy who gave you a ride home last night?"

"Yeah," Alice smiled widely, "He';s really amazing Aunt Luce. He might look like a shady guy, but he's really incredible,"

"Well, it's nice to see you're making friends..." Aunt Lucy said.

Alice had a feeling David wanted to be more than a friend....