I don't own Twilight, because if I did, my name would be Stephenie and not SUPERGIRL! =] (MMMMMHHMMMM)

The thing with being immortal is, when you live forever, you manage to secure enough contacts and information in the world to find out almost anything if you want to. A few phone calls, and I was told exactly where I could find her, it felt like someone had twisted my insides around, just the thought of meeting her again.

Alice now went by the name of Cullen, and lived in a small town named Forks, in Washington, which was easy to see why, as it was known for having the highest rainfall in the U.S. I was never one for rain myself, cloudy, of course, but rain always changes the scents of things, and washes away trails, surely for hunters such as Alice and I were now, this would never be a good thing? Alice and I, the thought made lights switch on in my mind, I hadn't felt excited in years, apart from the animalistic excitement of the hunt. Now, here I was, feeling jittery.

I stole a dark blue Mercedes and began to drive to Forks, the sky darkening as I got closer, and I began to see telltale signs. Droplets of rain began to appear and dribble down the windscreen. Humans shuffled in fields nearby, wearing dark green anoraks which matched the countryside. The landscape, admittedly, was rather depressing, yet nothing could mar my mood when my old friend awaited just around the corner.

I started down the long road which pulled up to the address which had been dictated to me. The road took seconds to drive, yet it felt like forever twice over as the car began to crawl further and further towards the colossal house, standing out against the green background.

My feet felt like they stuck to the floor as I forced myself to get out of the car. I took one step up to the front door, and turned to go back. I was insane, what was I doing? I hadn't seen her since 1920, when I had mourned her death for what seemed like centuries. I still couldn't quite comprehend I was about to see her, she who I thought had been taken off the face of the Earth from me. This thought powered me up the stairs, and I stroked her doorbell with my finger gently, holding my breath before I pushed it, listening to the chimes as I heard them echo off the walls of the room inside.