Okay... um... there's no excuse for taking so long to update. None that are reasonable, anyways... So I won't bother trying.

All I'll say is I'm sorry to all those that have actually taken an interest in the story.

I'm getting my butt into gear, so hopefully the updates will be coming more frequently now. Especially after the 3rd, when my semester ends and there will be quite a bit more free time.

Again, I'm sorry. :((

To make it up to y'all, I've got some surprise POV's for you, to start in with the drama I've been plotting out since the beginning.

And sorry in advance for any possible spelling errors. I wrote this all out pretty quick, and then was all frustrated when I couldn't log in the past few days... So...

So away we go!


APOV

They had barricaded themselves in the basement for a full week, only emerging a couple of times to hunt.

Thankfully though, the visions stopped after awhile.

Thank God I learned to tame my talent so many years ago...

And so it was a lazy Saturday afternoon as I redecorated the bedroom while Jasper softly strummed his guitar.

It's really been far too long.

Everything has been out of style for months.

"Jazz, where do you think I should put this?" I asked, turning towards him while holding up the framed picture of all of us that was taken after Edward had returned.

He was silent, a sly grin in place as he allowed me to use my talent to see his response.

On the wall right beside the door, where the light sends a perfect glow at dusk and dawn.

"Perfect!"

So I picked up a nail and pressed it into the wall with my thumb, before hanging the picture in it's destined spot.

"Thank you, Jazz," I said with a smile, bouncing over to place a kiss on his cheek.

And that's when it hit me.

I immediately froze as my eyes glazed over, the images flashing through my head like a hurricane.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

A man, his eyes black as coals as he stood over a lifeless body, his clothes torn, mouth drenched in scarlet.

He carries an odd sense of... hate.

Pure, raw hatred.

He's plotting something.

What is it?

A field, with a large pool of blood right in the middle.

The man creeps out from the shadows, a look of sheer delight on his face.

He's been waiting a long time for this.

But... what?

What is it that he's been waiting for?

But it was too late.

I was jolted back into reality, like someone had just punched me in the gut.

"Alice, what is it? What did you see?" Jasper asked, his hands clutching tightly on to mine as he drenched me in calm.

"A man... The blood, so much blood..."

"Did you recognize him, or where it all took place?"

"No... I-I saw a field. He was waiting for something there, meeting someone there... He's one of us, Jazz, but one of the bad kind."

"He feeds on humans."

"Frequently."

I shook my head, scanning my brain for more.

"He has blond hair. Long. The field, it looked familiar, close to here I think."

He nodded.

"I don't understand what he wants... he didn't say anything, not a word. I just have such a horrible feeling about this, Jazz! Something isn't right, we need to find him, find out his intentions..."

"It's alright, Alice. Everything will work itself out."

I let out a sigh of relief.

Bless him and that warm, happy feeling he doses out at times like this.

"Thank you. I'm... I'm sure it was nothing anyways."

"Right. Probably just some rogue traveling through the area. We'll find him, make sure he doesn't hunt near here."

"Good. That's... good."

"Should we tell Edward?"

"I suppose we should. But we'll wait for him to come out of the basement. There's no way I'm going down there."

JamesPOV

A beautiful, dark, cloudy day.

Just the way pretty much every single day I've spent here has been.

It's fantastic.

I walked into the gym in my tight shirt and sweatpants, quickly scanning the room for potentials.

Damn.

Every plus has a minus, I guess.

There's hardly ever any even remotely attractive people in dinky towns such as this.

At least some of the personal trainers are kind of nice.

I'll just pick one of them out.

Just then I caught the eye of a tall blond made, who then made her way over, jutting her chest out ever so subtly.

It's just too easy.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice.

I shot her my winning smile, trying hard not to gloat at the way she melted.

"Yes, I believe you can..."

That was far too simple.

Next time, I'm going for something more challenging.

A fighter.

I drove away from the gym, after having made one last step inside to inform her coworkers she had made an abrupt exit, heading for a forest.

Any forest.

Her blood wasn't even that good, I thought bitterly, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

She's had far too much work done.

It's poisoned her blood stream.

I might as well have just sunk my teeth into a mannequin.

That's when I spotted it.

A closed off trail.

Perfect.

I shouldn't come across any hikers, and have to dispose of them as well.

The wench has caused me to lose my appetite, I couldn't possibly gorge any further...

So I pulled in, tearing down the sign in my haste.

After a few miles, the terrain had grown too coarse.

I couldn't maneuver through it all any further.

So I put the rental car in park, got out and popped open the trunk, finding the drained corpse waiting for me.

She really wasn't even all that pretty.

I simply picked up the body and tossed it carelessly to the ground.

And that's when I heard it.

A woman's scream.

I scanned the area, searching for the cause of it.

Must only be about a mile off.

I ran to the sound, ditching the car and body after feeling oddly compelled to witness what it was that caused the woman to emit such a sound.

I soon found the cause.

A plain faced, brown haired girl laying beside a tree, blood running down her face - and a man, a vamp it seemed since I couldn't find a heartbeat, with crazy bronze hair.

The sight and scent of the innocent blood had caused my appetite to return with a vengeance.

Such a sweet young girl.

Completely untarnished.

"Well lookey here," I muttered to myself, a sly grin emerging. "I've stumbled in on a hunt. Wonder if the boy will share."

But by the frenzied look in his eyes, and the way his breathing was abnormally accelerated, I had the feeling he wasn't about ready to share.

Bingo

Not two seconds had passed before he lunged in for the kill, the woman's screams dying off as he sucked her dry.

Nice form.

A little sloppy, but I suppose that's because of his eyes.

An animal feeder.

Must have been ages since he's tasted human blood.

The poor bastard.

Someone has tamed him.

I took a step forward carelessly, snapping a twig beneath my feet.

He quickly released the girl, taking a giant leap back into the shadows.

"What... what are you doing here?" He growled, reaching up to wipe the blood from his mouth, his pose overly defensive from the kill.

"Simply taking care of some personal business."

Another step.

"I see you're doing the same."

"You tell no one what you've seen here," he commands. "And you leave this town. Me and my family... We don't need anyone's interference."

I let out a loud chuckle at that.

"And just who in the hell do you think you are, speaking to me like that?"

"No one," he repeated. "Leave. Now."

I smirked.

He snarled.

Got to respect the boy's boldness.

So I nodded, and backed off.

But don't expect me to be gone for good, I thought with a sneer.

"Well I do," he hissed. "Leave."

What the hell?

He must be one of those 'special' vamps.

No way I'm getting caught up with a freak.

He snarled again.

Fair enough.

Until we meet again...