I'm back! (Again…) I'm going for a different approach to this story, so that's why this is only chapter three. I redid chapters one and two already, so I suggest that you go read those before reading this one or else you'll be very very confused.

Most characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

I wake up in the morning and jump out of my bed. I quickly put on today's outfit; The same boots and jacket from yesterday, with the addition of paint splattered jeans, which Alice made for me, and a dark purple lace blouse.

I skip most of the steps, opting to jump over the metal railing instead. Just as I'm about to open the front door I hear my father behind me.

"Lacey," he sighs, "at least get something to eat first." I chuckle as I grab a piece of toast from the table. I stick it in my mouth, give Mom and Ness a small wave, and run out the door.

I sprint, not bothering to knock when I get there. I walk into the living room, where I find him and the others. He immediately looks at me, and Tanya glares.

"What is going on here?" Tanya snarls.

I raise my eyebrows, "Nothing. I just came to extend a hunting invitation to you all. Seeing as I was going to go alone, I thought maybe one or two of you might like to join me." My eyes quickly flicker to Alex, then back to Tanya.

He steps forward, "I'll go." Tanya looks furious, I smile innocently at her.

"Okay, let's go then," I say as I turn on my heel and head back towards the door. We head towards the forest.

"You know," I say under my breath, "I'm surprised she's letting you go alone."

"I've told her how I feel," he explains quietly.

"Oh," I feel my heart skip a beat, "And how is that exactly?" I turn to face him.

He looks at his feet, "Um...well," he pauses, "For starters, I don't feel that way...for her."

I raise my eyebrows, "Is that implying something?"

He raises his eyes to meet mine, "Yes." He says it so low that I barely hear it, but I hear it nonetheless. I nearly scream. I look at my feet and try to hide the small smile forming on my lips. But, he tilts my chin back up. His face is inches from mine.

My heart nearly stops as he leans in and puts his lips on mine. And in that moment I knew that I'd found what I'd been looking for for the past few years. My day was now officially dedicated to finding out as much as I could about him. But first, I decide that he should know exactly how I feel. So, I slowly place my hand on his cheek and show him.

"How are you doing that?" he asks, his eyes wide and full of wonder.

"It's a gift," I respond, slowly taking my hand off of his cheek. "Do you have one?" He slowly shakes his head. We start walking again.

"When were you changed?" I ask as we walk.

"1952, I was eighteen," he answers simply. The conversation carries on from there. I ask simple questions such as what his favorite color is, but I also ask more thoughtful questions like what he'd been doing during the 65 years that he'd been a vampire. We walk and talk until we realize that we've probably walked over a mile away from the house, then we head back.

"Tanya's probably going to kill me," I state grimly.

"Not if I have anything to do with it," Alex chuckles. We walk hand in hand back up to the house. And when we get there my theory is confirmed.

"How dare you steal my mate from me!" Tanya shouts, furious, when we get there.

"Tanya, I told you, I can't be your mate. I don't feel that way for you," he pauses and looks at me, putting his other hand up to stroke my cheek, "I don't feel this way for you." At that, Tanya storms off, sprinting into the woods.

"Don't worry," Kate assures me, "she'll come around."

After nightfall I practically skip back to the house. My happy and lighthearted mood confuses everyone besides my father, who knew everything the second I got in thought-reading range. He'll probably fill Mom in later. I go up to my room, gently shut the door, and resist the urge to jump up and down on my bed. Instead I fall backwards onto it and sigh heavily. The only thing that keeps me from laying there forever is a quiet sound that comes from my laptop. I get up, walk over to it, and sit in the plush chair by my desk. It's an email, an email addressed from 'Alexander Collins,' he emailed me?

The email reads,

"Dear Lacey,
This is all that I wished to say today, but could not.

You are the most beautiful thing I have seen in all of my 83 years. Not the most beautiful flower nor the most beautiful sunset could amount to your beauty. When you laugh, I feel as if I am floating on a cloud, and you're the only thing keeping me from floating away and into space. I've been a bit of a nomad for the past 60 years, and I was planning to leave this place after your family arrived, but there's no way I could leave now, after meeting you. I've been wandering the world for over half a century, seemingly looking for something, but not knowing what that something was. I now know.

You, Rosalace Annabelle, are my reason for existing.

With love and adoration in the highest regard,

-Alex

My heart nearly leaps out of my chest. 'Reason for existing?' How could someone care about me that much? Me of all things to exist for, why me, what a ridiculous reason to exist. And usually I despise my full first name, seeing as it's not quite as pretty to say as 'Renesmee,' but, something about him saying my full first name and my middle name makes my heart flutter. And how is it possible for me to be the most beautiful thing he's seen all his life, that's impossible... yet... he said it. He took the time to find my email address just so he could tell me these things. And to hear that I'm the only thing keeping him here... well that on it's own intensifies everything I've felt for him up to this moment.