A/N: Hello to all my readers! And yes, I've seen how many of you actually read this story. Thanks to all those who have put me on their favorites and alerts. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (*^_^*) However, I'm a little disappointed in the review response, and would loooovveee to see it pick up quite a bit. I know that the past couple of chapters have been really short, and I apologize profusely for it. From now on, the chapters will have the length we all love when reading a story. Fall is in the air here where I live, so things will be slowing down at work, allowing me more time to update! Yay for updating! This chapter is going to pop back and forth between Kitty and Jasper POVs. Here's chapter three!

Chapter 3: Everyone Wants a Prince Charming

KPOV

I had a freaking vampire in my house. A gorgeous, fictional vampire in my house. One that felt all too real when he grabbed onto my wrist. I did mushrooms once, back in the first and only semester of college I had attended. The feeling that accompanied the hallucinations was totally lacking in the current situation. Was I going insane? Was my brain rotting out of my skull, and the loved-starved part of my consciousness was creating an alternate reality within my mind to make my death more acceptable to my psyche?

I started to feel dizzy and slightly ill.

Maybe if I ignore it, and pretend like everything is normal that it will all go away. Uh-huh. Yeah. Cause that's always worked so well in the past for you, Kitty-girl. Okay, time to analyze. Today started out normal. Crappy, but normal. Sold some cars at work, fended off Mr. Creepy Neighbor's advances, got started to settle in for movie marathon night…then things turned weird. Nothing that would have triggered corporeal hallucinations.

I stirred my ramen, adding a slice of cheese, dicing up some scallion for flavor and color. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks out of the tin, I glance out into the living room. Yep, still there.

Jasper was looking at photographs on my desk, studying them with a strange intensity. "What are you looking at?" I asked, walking back into the room. I think I must have been in a mild state of shock. That's got to be the only explanation for why I was taking all of this strangeness in stride. I'd probably hyperventilate later on when I try to relax and go to sleep. I plopped down onto the sofa and stretched out over the entire thing. If Stephanie Meyers was any kind of accurate in character description, Jasper would be able to stand without it bothering him, but just to be on the polite side - polite, to a vampire that was probably going to drain me dry if he couldn't control his thirst? How idiotic can a girl get? - I waved to the love seat, signaling for him to take a seat as well.

"Who is the man and the little girl in this picture?"

My heart squeezed painfully at his innocent question. My sweet, little Isabella. Damn him for bringing that up first.

"No one," I replied, my voice harsher than I intended from the pain. "Why are you here, Mr. Whitlock?"

He was silent. I thought he wasn't going to answer, so I grabbed the remote and flipped the TV onto the correct channel. Carter Burwell's "Bella's Lullaby" drifted out of the speakers. I'd missed most of the first movie.

Finally, I heard him quietly reply, "I'm not sure. You were at the mall three days ago, shopping around in the perfume section of the store when I caught your scent. Alice had dragged me off on another shopping spree, mostly to carry all her purchases. I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to leave you alone. I've tried, and somehow I end up circling right back to you."

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, choking on the ramen I was consuming as fast as humanly possible. Was he being serious? "Don't tell me I'm your la tua cantante?!" I blurted out, horrified.

Jasper's eyes widened as if he hadn't even considered that's the direction my mind would take. "No! I can promise you that, as appealingly delicious as your blood smells, even the thought of taking that from you horrifies me."

I nodded. Jasper, according to my diligent reading skills, hated being able to feel the emotions rolling off his human victims. Can't say as I blame him, though. I'd hate that part of being an empath as well if I were in his shoes. I was, however, relieved.

"Good. 'Cause I really want to watch the movie marathon without interruption. Death-by-sexy-vampire wasn't really on my to-do list today. Well talk after the movies." I settled deeper into the sofa, clapping my hands to dim the lights.

Needless to say I didn't concentrate very much with the strange vibrating…thing…in the air between us.

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JPOV

I couldn't believe the nonchalance that had taken over Kitty's outward demeanor since her initial reaction to my presence. Lucky for me, I could still sense the roiling emotions under her poker face. How did she handle them all? I wondered if she felt this much all the time, and if so, how she remained sane.

I had to bite back a laugh when I realized that she was watching the Twilight Saga marathon on HBO. Ironic much? But then again, Fate has always had a strange sense of humor towards my existence. The entertainment on the television was far from my first choice, but watching Kitty's reactions to the scenes was enjoyable in and of its self. I was fascinated by the way her eyes would light up when the onscreen Bella and Edward would interact, the way her cheeks would flush when things got a little too steamy in a scene, or her horrified gasps during battles. I didn't need my ability to be able to see how she was relating to the characters, but when she chose, I had to dig deep with the empathy to find out how she was feeling. What a fascinating little puzzle you are, Kitty Campbell.

"What is it about their story that captivates you so?" I asked her, unable to help myself. I couldn't read minds like Edward, which sometimes I wish I could, so if it didn't relate directly to her feelings, I was stumbling around blind.

Kitty sighed dreamily, still wrapped up in the story. "It's every girl's dream, whether they'll admit it or not to have a Prince Charming. Me, I'll settle for Prince Monogamous-with-a-Job. But that's beside the point. Edward is Bella's Prince Charming. He's not perfect, which would be boring, but he loves her and she loves him. Their love is the kind of fire that only grows with time rather than dimming, and anyone that tries to put out that fire will end up burning to death."

I shuddered mentally at how close her assessment of their relationship was to the truth. Look at all the vampires that had tried to separate them; they had literally burned to death. After dismemberment of course.

"Do you know what I would give for someone to love me that much?"

She spoke so quietly that if I did have my enhanced hearing, I would have missed it. Her voice and emotions held heartache so painful I felt it to the center of my damned soul.

A light knock sounded on the door. I'd been so absorbed with the little human, I'd forgotten all about Alice and hadn't heard her approach. As Kitty started to rise, confusion evident on her features, Alice breezed in and started oohing and aahing over the décor.

"Don't bother getting up, I know where everything is. I'm just admiring your great taste in interior design. Where's your wardrobe? Oh never mind, I know where that is as well. I'm going to go peek around and see what we can do about updating it," she chirped, hugging Kitty like they were old friends. Which, knowing Alice, she probably felt they were.

"Okay…" Kitty stuttered out as Alice ran up the stairs at human speed. Then her eyes widened. "Alice is in my house. Planning on updating my wardrobe." She stood up quickly and chased the little pixie up the stairs. "Jasper, you stay right there! Alice! Wait! Don't touch the shoes!"

Why in heaven's name didn't she want Alice touching the shoes?

I had to see this.

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KPOV

I race up the stairs as fast as my short legs would take me. "Alice, don't open the Jimmy Choos! I haven't even had them out of the box yet!" Shoes were my fetish. My money drainer, and my Jimmy Choos were the crème de le crème of my closet. I didn't even want them to be exposed to the light until the right occasion happened along. I almost had a heart attack on the spot when I realized those were the first ones Alice had bee-lined for and was now modeling in front of my full-length mirror.

"We have the same size feet, how awesome!" Alice twirled elegantly in the six-inch stilettos. I would have broken an ankle trying to imitate it. Queen of the Klutz, that's me. "Oh, don't worry, you and I are going shopping in an hour to revamp your wardrobe. I love your fashion sense, but these went out of style a year and a half ago. Some of your pant hems are even fraying!" The way she said it made it sound like the most heinous of crimes.

Then again, to Alice, it probably was.

"Alice, I don't have the money to revamp my closet, and since this is all some mass psychological breakdown on my part, I really don't want to go out in public right now."

She tsked at me and smiled indulgently. "Darling, this is no breakdown, and we most definitely are going shopping. Think of it as a 'welcome into the family present' from me. You wouldn't deny me having some fun by spending money on you, would you?" Her topaz gaze was pleading and innocent. I know I had some reason for saying no, but anything that came to mind was immediately dismissed as rude. Oh hell.

"I guess not," I said grudgingly. If my credit card is maxed out after this breakdown gets over, I'm going to throw a fit. I looked to my left as movement in the doorway caught my eye. Jasper was leaning against the door jamb with a smirk on his face. All sexy and yum in a black t-shirt, jeans and square-toed cowboy boots, he just oozed the come-sin-with-me-in-the-dark-of-the-night temptation.

Summoning up some fortitude, I glared at him over his amusement with my shopping predicament. Fat lot of help he is.

"Oh this will be so fun!"

I hope so Alice, cause when I float back down to Earth, I have a feeling I'm going to crash-land.