Well... I have to apologize... a LOT. Life, mixed with homework, friends, fights, families, holidays, and just plain forgetfullness has caused me to neglect this story. And, in all honesty, I wasn't entirely sure how to continue - but me gots inspiration! xD

Ok, well - I don't own Twilight yada yada...

~~ Alice's POV ~~

I couldn't believe it, what the hell is wrong with me? I know I'm a vampire, but... I never knew the pull of blood could be so strong.

Yes you did.

"Shut up, I didn't ask you." I was walking through the trees, hands rubbing my arms.

And now you're talking to yourself?

"Wonderful," my hands found my face and I never knew how much I missed crying - the headache that came with it, however, I could do without.

Normally around people I could control myself, it wasn't easy, but I could do it. And even before when I had taken his wounded arm into my mouth, I was able to hold back my lust for his blood. Why not now?

I need a run.

Some people had books to calm them, some had music or telivision; I liked to run. If you've ever gone fast on a bike, or a skateboard (or even held your head outside the window of a moving car) you know the feeling. Like nothing could stop you. The wind in your face, the scent slipping passed your nose, subtle, but there - while at the same time it was difficult to breath, as though with each step, more oxygen was taken.

Times that by twenty.

Luckily I didn't need to breathe, or I would probably be on the ground gasping right now. The thought brought on a memory, one of around seventy-nine years earlier - only fourty-three after I'd been 'killed'.

The game. It was everything. We lived for it, we lived because of it. Without the game we would perish. Perhaps that was a bit dramatic. We could find alternate means of feeding, but this was much more fun. A small smile twitched across my lips at the thought. How any of our kind had lived before the game was a mystery. Sneaking around, hiding our existence, how pathetic. I was so very glad that someone had thought to bring more meaning to our eternal lives. Nothing was better than bringing down our food ourselves. Nothing. Unfortunately the sun still shone brightly through the clouds and we would have to wait some time before we could begin.

Rarely had I gone out on my own to hunt, I was still a very young vampire; but I loved to hunt. From the beginning I knew I liked it - or rather, thought I did. The blood I gained, the rush it gave, it hid myself from the truth. I was killing people. Honestly, I never really realized it; when I had discovered that every time I got a snack, I murdered a brother, a daughter, once even a child... I thought myself a monster, and for a while tried to cease my drinking; I wanted to die for real.

It was, however, my 'killer' who had convinced me otherwise; it had taken quite a while of such, but after being told that all vampires -newborns to be specific- went through it, I felt quite a lot better. Of course, it wasn't that simple, but... ah well.

Since the game had yet to begin I was dressed as anyone would suspect a vampire to dress. My outfit was simple and silver, shimmering with my black hair. The neck plunged low, but not enough to be scandalous. The corset top didn't bother me in the least, seeing as I had no need to breath. My hair was pulled into an elegant twisted bun, bangs hanging down to frame the edge of my face (at the time, my hair was much longer). I was told I was an exceptional beauty, as most of the vampires were.

I tapped my fingers on the armrest of the chair, watching as each nail hit the wood with a sharp tap. What to do until the sun went down? I took in unneeded air to let out a sigh, my eyes wandering about the room. Perhaps someone else was looking for a way to entertain themselves. I was open to just about anything.

Getting to her feet I straightened my skirts and left my bedroom. The halls were nearly silent, as they usually were at this time of day. There was no reason for revelry, not yet anyway. Maybe I could make some fun anyway. I descended the stairs and made my way to the door that led outside. I stood infront of it, watching the sun in the distance as it lowered.
Almost... I thought, my hand touching the doorknob.

"Antsy, are we Alice?" It was coming from Jacob; my... mate. I loved him, really I did, but less like a boyfriend, and more like a brother. He was kind, caring, and very strong, a perfect mate for a female vampire - I was lucky to have him. I guess...
"Jacob, darling; I didn't see you there." He had the tendency to pop up out of nowhere: or maybe I was just having difficult times with sensing. I was only forty-some years dead.

For a while we spoke, and afterwords went out to hunt, then came back and have some... fun. I enjoyed it (who wouldn't?) but I didn't entirely want it. Perhaps a time-out was in order.

To be frank, Jacob hadn't taken my words all too well; he yelled quite a lot - more than I had ever heard from his pale lips, and even took it so far as to smack me.
"You want to leave?" He snapped, "Like hell! You're mine, Alice, and you're not leaving!" His words frightened me, but angered me far more.
"I am not yours, Jacob! You have no right to say such a thing! I am leaving, without you," I'd gone to the door and opened it, "and don't follow me." Leaving him standing in the middle of the room; I ran - not sure where I was going, and I was very sad to leave him. Again, it's not that I didn't love him, it's that I didn't love him.
...Wait, what?

My legs came to a stop when I realized I had no idea where I was - glancing to my left I saw trees, to my right; trees. Out infront of me: take a guess.
Sometimes I really hate forests.

With a sigh, I ran my hands through my now short hair; eyes scanning my surroundings for anything useful.

"And what might we have here?" It was said rather loudly, obviously to me; and there was something to it - the person speaking was smiling, I just knew it.

I whirled, staring at the owner of the voice with widened, surprised eyes. Why hadn't I sensed him! What was the good of having heightened senses if you couldn't even smell someone from a few yards away?
He really was only a little way away; standing in the moonlight with a smirk on his -I have to admit it- good looking face. With one concentrated sniff, I knew what he was doing here.

Shit.

~~ Jasper's POV ~~

Dammit, she's gone again. I groaned, slamming my fist into a tree on my left, then gasped at the pain shooting up my arm. My fist was indented into the tree up to my wrist, and damn did it hurt.
That lady is driving me up the freaking wall.

"What happened? First she can stand not to drink my blood, and now she seems obsessed with it." I said aloud, pacing as I thought about the uniqe situation going on.
I wasn't sure whether seeing her was a good idea or not...

'Seeing' her? You think you're 'seeing' her? Like hell you're seeing her... you were just a snack.

It was true, wasn't it? Alice probably wasn't even her name; she was that vampire's mate, and she was just trying to get me back for killing him.
Well, fine; I guess I'll just have to... Do what?

Now that I actually had a moment to think, I realized; there was nothing to do, Alice -or whatever her name was- is gone, like she'd never existed. Maybe I could just get on with my life as though she was never here... Like that'll happen.

Sometimes I really wished my mind would shut the hell up.

Although I wanted to beat the living shit out of my brain (no matter how stupid that may be), I couldn't disagree with it. Even though the girl had only been gone for five minutes, I already missed her. I've not even known her for longer than a day...

I was on the verge of convincing myself to go find her; and decided to turn around, heading for the stream - I figured she must be over there.
Probably not.

"Oh stuff it," I grumbled under my breath.

My bear feet crunched the leaves on the ground; it was cold, but I barely felt it, with my body temperature I could sit in a freezure for three hours without shivering.

For twenty minutes I walked along the river, searching for Alice, but at the same time wishing I wouldn't find her. Perhaps our being together wasn't right, it was only putting myself, and her, at risk for multiple reasons.

Deciding my thoughts were what I should follow, I felt my feet take a turn and followed in mind. Going home, taking a hot shower, sleeping... all sounded wonderful.
Until I heard the scream.

Without thought, I burst into a full on run, heading for the sound with as much speed as my legs would allow and before I knew it, I came along the lion's territory.

Too fucking bad.

Someone was in trouble and if I could help, I would, no matter what the rules were - I'd take the punishment at the end.
If only I knew what the punishment would be.

I broke through a cluster of trees and bushes, and saw the source of the scream. And the reason.

Alice!

Oh noes! What's going to happen? AH!

OK, so, again, sorry it took me so long to update... forgive me... please.

Well, leave comments - and let me know if you want to see anything in the story; I'm still sorta winging it.

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