"What do you mean you saw me? Were you looking in my window, standing in the meadow, or climbed a tree in the for…"

"No," she interrupts.

I glare at her, well I hope that I am glaring at her. I hate being interrupted. Only I can interrupt me…no one else can.

"I saw you in my mind, in a vision…" she tells me, clearly annoying my glare.

"So you're a psychic vampire?" I ask.

"Of sorts," she says with the most adorable shrug I have ever seen, it was innocent yet not?

I nod…as she continues, "I see things, events that will happen, events that are happening."

"So you don't see the events that were?" I ask with curiosity.

"No. I don't see the past just the present and future. It is not objective though and it changes," she explains to me as she slowly approaches the bed and sits beside me.

"So when you say you saw me?"

"I was sleeping and I saw you…"

"Wait, you sleep?"

"Lately I have been yes…I think it is because of Jasper, I lost my mate Hazel and a part of me is in mourning," Alice tries to explain to me. She doesn't have to explain it anymore. I can feel it her pain wafting off of her as if her feelings are flames licking heatedly at my conscious. It is dark and ugly.

"So you came to see me because you were bored?" I harshly whisper.

"What? Hazel what kind of response is that for an empath!?" she exclaims with such fire. In her yellow eyes I can see glimmers of orange.

I shrug with indifference.

"No! I was awakened by a vision of you screaming in pain. I thought I could help, I feel something with you Hazel. I feel alive…" she tells me gently as she reaches for my hand.

"You're not alive though Alice, you're dead!" I say as I avoid the icy touch.

"Stop Hazel!"

"I am fourteen years old Alice…fourteen, you are…"

"Nineteen."

"In human years," I prod.

"Eighty-five."

"Eighty-five really?" I gasp out with a smile.

She rolls her topaz eyes at me. Did a vampire just roll her eyes at me? Huh.

"I wanted to come and I want to help you Hazel, will you let me help you and be my friend?"

"No. I don't want to be your friend. And I don't want to be groomed to be something more."

"What? What do you mean by 'groomed,' you are not a dog. I have never met such a vile human."

I scoff, "I am not all human and a friend does not cuddle the way you do. I don't want to be your friend…I don't want to be anybody's friend!" I say as I storm out of my bedroom and run out of the house ignoring the calls of my mother. I sprint barefooted into the forest, into the forest of darkness.