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~Alice's POV~

Having a lycan infront of you, injured and bleeding, is one thing...but have an injured and bleeding nude male infront of you is another. His blond hair match that of his fur, his grey eyes seemed to twinkle in the light, while they dulled in the shade. The only odd part was his pale skin, it seemed...wrong for an outside creature to be so pale. If I hadn't known he was a lycan, I'd say he was a vampire.

There was a belt around his waist with a pair of shorts attached to it -thank God- and he quickly hid himself, but not before I caught an accidental glimpse. If I had blood, I would blush.

His arm had blood dripping down to the fingertips, and the color clashed in the most beautiful way, making me want to skip over and lick it up.

When he walked up to me, it was tantalizing, and made my stomach growl. He heard the noise and smirked, and, holding his arm out, said; "Go ahead, just don't bite me." I was shocked, to say the least, but I was not about to say no to such a treat.

My small mouth met his soft arm, and my tongue licked up and down, catching each bit of blood I could fine. Upon coming in contact with the wound itself, I had to force myself not to suck him dry, that would certainly put a damper on my offer.

He watched me the whole time, I guess because he wanted to make sure I wouldn't bite him, but in all honesty...it was a little unnerving.

"How are you going to patch it up?" He inquired, and I blinked. The only piece of cloth on me were my clothes...and I was not about to wrip them up for a stupid little wound.

"Im not sure," I spoke the truth, looking at the bite, nearly drooling. "I could...close it, but I might accidentally bite you again."

Vampire saliva was a perfect healing substance, and for a lycan it would make the process much faster. But if I was going to put my mouth directly over fresh blood? There was a chance I'd lose myself.

He hesitated, biting his own lip in thought, but only moments later -though it felt like hours- he nodded.

With widened eyes, I gave him a small shrug, "Alright...but if I bite you, it's your fault for saying yes."

A smile appeared on his lips, and it caused a smile of my own, a smile I hadn't had in a while.

I closed my lips once more over his arm, this time right over the wound, and licked it dry. The blood, the sweet...delicious blood slid down my throat

and into my hungry stomach, filling it enough to bring me back to reality.

I wasn't sure why I didn't want to bite him, normally I didn't really care who I bit...as long as I didn't hurt them too much, but with him it was almost as though if I bit him, then I'd be damned for life.

Perhaps it was his southern accent, the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly, it made me think of the horror it would be if I could never hear it again. Maybe his smile, or how he was so kind and trusting, instead of rude and merciless.

The wound healed before our eyes, and left nothing in its path, and just like that...it seemed as though nothing happened.

"Thank you, darlin'," he said, looking over his arm.

Darlin'...oh God it sounded wonderful.

"You're welcome," even to me my voice sounded small, was I nervous? Nah.

"Im Jasper, by the way," he held out his hand.

I paused, blinking at the greeting before taking his large hand with my own small one.

"Alice," was my name.

"Fall down a hole lately?" He said, his smile still in place.

At first I didn't understand the joke, it slipped past my mind with ease and left me looking at him, confused. When it hit me, however, I wanted to slap myself for being so ignorant.

"Nope, probably because I haven't seen any white rabbits," I threw back my own banter, smiling to try and slip past the short awkward moment that happen a second before.

"Well that's-"

"Jasper?" At the yell, both of our heads snapped to the right, seeing a being, tall and blond, in the distance, coming towards us.

"Who's that?" I questioned, not realizing the danger I was putting Jasper, not to mention myself, in.

"It's my pack's leader," he looked panicked, and I only now understood why. "You have to go," he ushered me forward.

I was worried I might not see him again, so I had to ask, "Meet me here at sunset."

He glanced at me, and I wasn't sure if it was to just get me to go, or if he really wanted to, but he nodded.

With a triamphant smile, my legs carried me away from the blond wolf.

~Jasper's POV~

Her light grey gaze was heart stopping, and it made me smile. The fact that our eyes were the same color was an interesting fact, and made me wonder if she even knew.

Upon that thought, another question arose; how did she make herself look so...human? If not for the smell I would have instantly thought she was mortal.

Some vampires tried blending in with humans, but they had to have someone else doll them up, considering the whole mirror issue.

A grumble broke me of my silent questions, and I nearly laughed: she was hungry.

"Go ahead," I decided, "just don't bite me." I held out my arm, and she took it after getting over the surprise of my offer.

She must not have realized how adorable she looked as she feasted on my blood.

When she pulled away, I nearly pouted, but held it back as I asked, "How are you going to patch it up?"

I watched her look at her clothes, then sigh. She had nothing but them, and didn't look like she was willing to use such expensive clothes on a little wound.

"Im not sure, I could...close it, but I might accidentally bite you again." The statement was true, and I silently thanked her for that, it was rare that you'd come along an honest vampire.

I hesitated, however, biting my lip...a habit I picked up. Allowing a vampire near an open wound was...stupid, but she looked trustworthy, and most definitely not dangerous. I needed the wound healed fast, and besides, if she bit me, I could easily throw her off. So, I nodded.

With widened eyes, she gave a small shrug, "Alright...but if I bite you, it's your fault for saying yes."

My smile returned, and I watched her go down again.

Healing, when sped up, feels tingly, itchy, and downright annoying, but with her tongue gliding across the foundation of my pale arm, it took the irritation away and replaced it with, dare I say it, pleasure.

The wound healed before our eyes, and left nothing in its path, and just like that...it seemed as though nothing happened.

"Thank you, darlin'," I said, what I called any lady.

She looked like she was about to faint.

"You're welcome," The vampire sounded nervous. Was I used to it? Kinda.

"Im Jasper, by the way," I held my hand out for her to shake.

She paused, watching my hand for a moment before taking it.

"Alice," was her name.

"Fall down a hole lately?" I couldn't help it, Alice In Wonderland was a classic.

At first she didn't respond and I was a little worried she didn't understand the joke. Great going Jasper, make everything awkward...

"Nope, probably because I haven't seen any white rabbits," A small laugh came out, and I was instantly relieved she got it.

"Well that's-" I began.

"Jasper?" I turned, seeing Carlisle, my Alpha, in the short distance.

'Aw shit...'

"Who's that?" She asked, making me realize I was standing next to a vampire, which was strictly forbidden.

"It's my pack's leader," I was panicking. "You have to go," I starting pushing her the other way.

She looked back at me with the cutest pout I'd ever seen, "Meet me back here at sunset."

I glanced at her, surprised at her requirement, but gladly agreed before watching her go.

She was far off by the time Carlisle arrived, looking at me with his normal fatherly look.

"Had a bit of fun, did we?" He was looking at the beheaded vampire by the dented tree, a smile now on his face.

"Yes," it came out in a snap, after all...I was still mad at the man.

He sighed, folding his arms and looking at me, his mouth opened to say something, but he stopped, breathing in through his nose.

"Did you let the other one go?" He asked.

I blinked, "N-No," inwardly I yelled at myself for stuttering, "S- He ran off while I was fighting this one." Calling Alice a 'he' would be the smartest out of the two choices, considering 'males' running off makes more sense in the world of lycans. "We'll have to get him later than," Carlisle nodded, lying so as to pretend to believe me.

Carlisle wasn't just our leader, he was a father figure, the one who took care of our problems, our wounds, and our lives...as mad as I was at him, he was only trying to look out for me.

"What are you going to do with this one?" He gestured to the headless vampire.

"Probably just leave him, a warning to the others." I shrugged, unsure.

"Alright, well, come on. We have pack business to attend to."

"With?" I hated it when he didn't tell me things.

"With another pack."

There were multiple packs in the world, but there were only five big ones.

The largest was ours, made up of wolves of all colors, the second was made up of leopards, usually they had black hair, which made them difficult to see at night, the third was of lions, normally a brown or tan color, they seemed to be the strongest of the lycans, the fourth was made of tigers, which were normally orange, red, or brown, the seemingly fastes of the lycans, and the fifth were the rats, normally grey, and most definitely the hardest to find. Granted they were larger than real rats, a bit bigger than the average human head, but that was still pretty small. Their strenght resided in numbers.

"Which one?" I grumbled.

"The lions."

Gah! Whaddya think? I wasn't sure if the 'multiple kinds of lycans' part was a good idea, so I just threw it in in hopes you guys would like it.
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