A thanks to my it of a sister that you may call Heather, while I call her Heater, for letting me use her computer to write this chapter on while she uses mine to play Sims 2. (the only reason I let her was because my internet was down. Again.)

And remember to review. I never get enough of those things.

I went up to the room Alice and I shared. It was filled with human technology that didn't exist when I was alive, such as ipods and plasma screen T.V. was also a walk-in closet that Alice had insisted on whenever we moved, and it was filled with the latest fashions that would have made you a laughing stalk if you had worn them when I was human. A wooden dresser stood in the corner to keep our possessions in.

There was no bed, for we didn't need it; instead we had a black, leather couch and two armchairs on either side to match.

I plopped down on the couch for no reason in particular; I never got tired in the least. But I felt so human as I sat there, putting my chin in my hands as I waited for the weekend to be over. I wished that I could have stayed at Evadne's longer; we'd had such a good time. There were no vampires there except for the drawings that lay hidden beneath her floorboards, not a werewolf in sight besides the cover of a classic movie. There was no fear, no anger, no worry. There was nothing but a pleasant feeling of curiousity, which I hadn't felt since I met Alice.

I had a sudden impulse to talk to Evadne again, and I decided to call her. I sprung off the black, leather couch as fast as vampirely possible and sprang for the little wooden dresser in the corner. I ripped the drawer clear out of the dresser, and I dug as fast as I could for the peice of paper with Evadne's phone number.

I began to turn it over to find the number, then hesitated. A half-drawn drawing was on the side opposite of the phone number. It was a picture of a black aeonium, its pedals farther apart than a rose's and its center a spooky green light.

There were eyes up above it. They were light gray, like Evadne's, but there was a tint of the spooky green light at the edge, like a gleam. I looked back at the center of the flower, and back on the eyes of gray, but now they were completely gray. The gleam was gone.

Deciding it was a trick of the light, I headed for the door to go get the phone, my eyes still glued on the black aeonium. Just before I reached it, though, I stopped. I looked up at the wooden door, at the fine grains in every inch, and then I looked back at the glowing green center of the aeonium. I took the picture and hung it on the wall over the bed Alice and I shared, and went to get a piece of paper and pencil from Carlisle's study.

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Again, dawn broke outside my window, but I didn't care. I gave a sigh at the piece of paper in my hands. It wasn't half as good as Evadne's.

I had drawn the door. It wasn't just a rectangle with a knob on it, of course; I'd tried to copy every line, every figure. But it wasn't spectacular.

Then again, how spectacular could you get when you were drawing a door?

Ta-da!!! I was going to have Jasper call Evadne, but half-way through their conversation, it got awkward. So I decided to make Jazzy artistic.

Does that sound good?

Well, we'll certainly see.

Below are some pictures of black aeoniums with glowing green centers, for reference to Evadne's drawing, but on the internet it could just show up as a big box or not at all, so...I'll let you know in the next chapter how it shows up, even though you can already tell.