This is not a full chapter update. Sorry if I raised false expectations.

So, when Merina Green finished the awesomeness that is Running, she sent a small outtake to those who reviewed her last chap and I copied her idea (not outtake, although I probably would've if it fit this fic, because it was pretty awesome ...) It makes it okay as long as I admit it, right?

Anyway! I still receive reviews and PMs about The Quiet Room and I wanted to make sure this was available to everyone who made it through to the end-even if you've just stumbled upon my little slice of insanity. If you want to keep tabs on my craziness or check out my original work, my profile page has all the deets. Thank you so much for all of the support!

I'm also playing with a one-shot follow-up to this fic featuring the Cullens, since a full sequel doesn't seem to be in the stars. Anyone still interested?

TQR outtake:When Peter Met Alice

Peter's POV

"Red, why do you hate Alice so much?" Bella asked randomly one afternoon.

"Random" was kinda her thing, so that part wasn't too surprising. I was almost inclined to answer her … but she didn't need any more fuel for the bitchy blaze she had burnin' for the short shit. Even now, she couldn't speak her name without growlin' and droolin'.

I'd hated Alice the first time I laid eyes on her. I remember every detail with crystal clear fuckin' clarity …

So, there I was.

Starving.

Okay, it'd only been a measly week since I last quenched my thirst on somethin' warm and flesh-coated, but that was a week too long when tryin' to not attack any delicious passersby.

Charlotte was lookin' for a new place to bunk-and-fuck, while I ran a wide perimeter around the city−if you could label this backwoods hick paradise as such− aiming to make sure we weren't fixin' to cop a squat on someone else's land. I hadn't run across any fresh trails for miles when I smelled somethin' positively mouthwatering.

Talk about your temptation in the wilderness. If ol' JC had been disco ballin' it in those days and that old snake had waved this scent in front of him, we wouldn't have all of this controversy in the Middle East today. No fuckin' doubt.

I took to the treetops, stealthily making my way toward my snack, and that's when I spotted her. She was tiny and androgynous, lacking anything to determine her sex aside from her long, thick black hair and her peeling, high-pitched laughter. She also happened to be blissfully alone.

I accepted the fact I might feel a pang of guilt in the later; sure Char could help me fuck that away. Kids were off limits and this one was a few years shy of bein' full grown yet.

I hesitated.

While I debated the merits of my meal, I watched her twirl like a fuckin' ballerina, bare-foot in the middle of nowhere. Spinning and waving her unnaturally sweet scent through the musky air until I couldn't take it any longer. I had to have it.

I'd never felt a pull to blood like this before and though I didn't like the control it had over me, I couldn't resist. And frankly, there seemed to be no fuckin' reason to try aside from a small, annoying voice in the back of my head that said, "She's important."

I ignored that small voice for the one screamin', "What the fuck are you waiting for? An embroidered invitation? BITE HER!" I sprang as she turned to face me.

Her huge, creepy, knowing eyes though, well, creeped me the fuck out and made me divert my current course. I rebounded quickly enough and was all over her like Edward on a crotch muffle, but she wasn't the least bit scared. Her heart rate was steady and after a moment or two more of bewildered hesitation, she laughed.

At me.

That did it. I was going to fully enjoy drainin' every drop from her, until she spoke in a trilling, sing-song voice destined to plague my waking nightmares.

"I'll be important one day, you know. I'll save someone you can't."

Damn it, I knew she was right. I even knew the how, when, and where. I just didn't know the why. I growled at her and ran my teeth along her throat, but she didn't even flinch. Crazy bitchlette. She just giggled. "That tickles! If you keep making eyes at me, I'm going to tell Charlotte on you."

I jerked away from her until yards separated us, cursin' like my dear, sainted Momma when she stubbed one of her fat, little piggies. And yet again, she laughed.

"It's nice to meet you too, Peter. I plan on making your life miserable. And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"I know, but I can take it." A seed of hatred was planted that day. A seed I nourished the precious life force it was and will continue to do so until the day I can finally remove her tiny head from her boyish body.

That's how I met Alice. But there's no need to share the gory details with Pumpkin.

I called dibs years before she was born.