A/N: Well…Here's another chapter. I like Edward at the moment…even if he is a stalker…

Third

I was currently outside a hotel, as was Alice and her male company. Well, she was in her suite and he was… well I wasn't sure. It was their two year anniversary. He'd made a big deal of taking her away for the weekend…I watched her for two hours as she got herself dolled up, dressed and sip a glass of wine, and then for another five as she paced the room, waiting. She'd opened the window, to lean out and wait, the chill from the street had her backing back up and sitting on the bed, she'd left it open though.

When he finally stumbled threw the door he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, a limp apology and a sloppy kiss, I smirked, Alice was furious, I could see it in her eyes, this wasn't going to end well.

"That's so damn nice of you" I watched her snarl at her…boyfriend. I hated him. Average was a word I used to describe every part of him. He wasn't tall by any standards he was average height. The dark blonde hair that swept into his average blue eyes. His voice was average, it didn't sound like velvet or have any harsh tones to them. He was so average explaining how average he is was hard, my brain hurt.

Even his morals were so average they infuriated me, his thoughts made me want to kill him… there was never something even worth listening to, although if he wasn't average, if he was anything better then average, I tried to pretend so many times he didn't exist, contemplated murder at many stages of their relationship.

I would have killed him, I would have drained the blood from his body slowly, and I would have dragged his death out for days, I would have enjoyed it too. Yet I didn't because I knew there was only so long Alice could put up with average.

She was anything but that. She never told anyone of her dreams, the way they would somehow foretell the future. She knew she was smarter for not telling; she was a smart woman, only people who end up in asylums spoke of such visions. I couldn't wait to see if her power would grow, the fact it manifested as a human went beyond even my knowledge.

I was there at their first meeting in a park when Alice was looking after Isabella's kid, the way they laughed so fucking freely, when his eyes lingered on her ass as she was pulled away by the child, the first date when he took her on a cliché diner and a movie. The first kiss.

The first time they slept together I thought I would die, but I couldn't tear my eyes from it, I watched them move together, the way she gasped and moaned when he touched her. I fucking watched it all, every single moment even when he said he loved her, when he left his clothes at hers.

The way they looked 'so cute' together. I wouldn't lie, I was bitter. I'd growled from afar, ripped things apart.

Sometimes I ended up killing, more often then not I'd go and find someone that resembled her, even if they wore the same perfume as her, I would seduce them and I would fuck them. Because that's what humans wanted from strangers that they felt attracted to, they wanted to be swept off their feet, they wanted to believe fucking was a passionate way of 'making love'.
I'm pretty sure the ones that I killed never thought they'd die at the hands of a vampire.

Yes I tried to be a vegetarian so damn hard, my maker was one, but none of my coven were. I guess it was always like that after they saw each other, because I was her personal stalker. I waited out, watched listened to every thing they did. Memories burned in my skull, yet a part of me, a very large part of me kept bringing me right back. To watch them, wishing she'd be with me like that.

So obviously now they were arguing I was slightly giddy, waiting for her to say "fuck off" that this was the last time I'd ever have to see his mug.

"Oh come on Alice! So what? I went to the pub, I had a few beers I-"

"YOU WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE WITH ME, WE MADE RESERVATIONS YOU MIKE, I WAITED UP ALL NIGHT, AND YOU'RE PHONE WAS ON VOICE MAIL. YOU THINK I WASN'T WORRIED ABOUT YOU?" I smiled, for a moment, her anger turning me on more then it should. The way her voice took on a growl, her fists balled up at her sides as she looked up at him with a face like thunder, she reminded me of a little kitten. So easy to anger, yet harmless in the long run. At least to me.
I just wanted to touch her.
Feel her warm skin beneath me…

"OH COME ON, I'M HERE NOW" and then she slapped him. And he grabbed her small wrist a little too tightly for my liking and something in me snapped.

I snarled, not a little pussy snarl, my fangs drew out and my lip curled.

My entire body recoiled in a split fucking second before the spring broke and there was glass shattering around me, my hands were curled around something warm, the pulse beating beneath my finger tips. And I could hear a screaming in the background as I hissed. My head turned and things slowed down, as they often did when I gathered up information in my head too fast for the moments in time.

Alice. She was screaming black mascara tears streaked her face; her hands covered her mouth, the fingers on her left hand grazing her lips the other covering her left. As she walked backward, she stumbled on a table falling onto the wooden floor, shuffling back until she was curled against her sofa, those doe eyes flashing between me and my hands.
Even when she was completely and utterly terrified she was the most beautiful woman I had ever come across. Her humanity crushed me, knowing my nature would only let me look at humans as food. And yet here I was looking at her like she was the air that I breathed and the blood that I drank?

It was then that I realised the thrashing in my hand had stopped and I turn back to it, growls rippling through my entire body. I released the limp body from my hand, watching it thud to the floor; I tapped it with my foot, hard enough that it flopped over onto its back, its arm slipping off the body, knuckles knocking on the floor.

The quick rhythm of her heart, thrashing against her rib cage. Her breathing was uneven and a smelt the salt from her tears. My back faced her, I was pretty sure I looked terrifying and beautiful at the same time. My shoulders were hunched ever so slightly, my breathing heavy, my fists clenched. I turned my head slowly and my body followed, my mouth was slightly open my fangs tugging at my bottom lip.

Alice's breathing hitched and her heart faltered as I slowly stalked towards her, she was helpless when I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I could see in her mind she wanted to run, to fight me. DO SOMETHING. But she was powerless to. It wasn't my doing; her body had gone into shock.

I laid her on her bed and leaned over her, my arms resting either side of her. My right knee pressed in between her legs, I ran my nose from her collar bone to her ear, licking the skin as I went.

I purred into her ear "why my dear Alice Brandon, you smell delicious" I nipped at her skin with my fangs, making sure I didn't break the flesh, yet it was so tempting. I took the chance to look into her eyes then, and they had widened. I looked into her mind. She wasn't ready to die. She wanted to see her mum, see her friends, go to work, make sure Mike wasn't dead. Hell she even said she'd start going to church if I didn't kill her.

I sighed "Ally, you don't realise it yet, but you're mine, and one day. You'll enjoy it." and with that I flitted from her room, knowing I wouldn't be happy if her boyfriend woke up while I was there. I caught site of his bruised neck as I left, his breathing was shallow and I knew he wouldn't want speak for a few days.