Hi readers! So, I decided to continue with this story. The chapter title comes from the show The Boondocks. There was a really funny episode called "Pause," and I really have no idea why, but I thought this would be a good title for this chapter *shrug*

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

I stared at the little diner in front of me dumbly. What had I expected to find in there? After all, there was no way in hell that the lovely woman that had captivated me so many years ago would still be alive. I mean, almost a hundred years had already passed since that day.

I sighed with disappointment, and turned on my heel to head back to the forest.

"Oh damn, he's changed his mind, again!" I heard a voice say from inside the diner. A voice that was all too familiar.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Well, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to just take a peek inside, I thought to myself, as I pivoted, once again, and made my way towards the diner.

I took a deep breath before swinging opening the old, wooden door. Well, here goes nothin.

I hesitantly took one step inside, as my eyes scanned the room. There wasn't a lady in sight! Well, other than the middle aged waitress. But, because of her rose scented perfume as well as deep, raspy voice, I could tell that she wasn't what I was looking for.

As I took another step forward, I took a deep whiff of the diner. Dirt, motor oil, bacon, butter and, vanilla and cherry. My eyes gazed over to what appeared to be the source.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

An obnoxiously large male with a rough, angry looking face glared at me. I continued to stare at him in disbelief. Why the hell was a guy like carrying such an incredibly wonderful, and obviously female, scent?

"What the hell are you lookin at, blondie!" He growled.

"Um, well, um," I mumbled awkwardly, more to myself than to him. Not that I was afraid of him (after all, I was Jasper Effing Whitlock!) but, more confused and once again, disappointed. Had I really gone through all this just to run into some odd man? An odd man who apparently liked to smell like a woman?

"He's looking for me, sir," I heard an enchanting voice sing out from behind the large man, hopping off the diner stool and bouncing towards me.

As I remembered her, she was incredibly tiny, her angelic face smiling at me, making me feel warm inside. I had also noted that she had much, much shorter hair and her eyes were a reddish brown tint. Obviously, a vampire. However, she looked just as breathtakingly gorgeous as she had so many years ago, hell, she looked even better.

"You're late!" Her bell-like voice chimed up to me.

"I'm sorry ma'm," I apologized, tipping my hat to her. She giggled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

She held out her tiny hand to me, and before I could even collect my jumbled thoughts, I clasped mine with hers and followed her out into the dark and wet sidewalk.

She giggled once again. Her melodic voice sent shivers up my spine. In a good way. "Sorry I didn't warn you about the little misunderstanding in there," she said, stifling more giggles. "But I couldn't help myself."

I smiled at her, "Oh, it's fine, miss."

"I've been waiting for you for quite a while," she told me, squeezing my hand a little tighter. I remained silent. How long? If this had been the same woman, well the same woman who was now a vampire, she must have waited for damn near a century!

"I'm Alice, by the way. Well, technically Mary Alice Brandon, according to the plastic bracelet I found on my arm when I, um, woke up, I guess you could say. But please, call me Alice. Mary Alice sounds so. . . Old."

Brandon? Had I heard her wrong before? Well, Hudson and Brandon were almost similar sounding.

"But anyways, I've been waiting for you ever since I woke up. About," she paused, "well, about twelve years I think."

Wow, twelve years, that's a long time to wait for someone. . .

Pause.

Twelve years? If I'm interpreting her correctly, she became a vampire twelve years ago. The dates just didn't match up. I continued crunching numbers, trying to come up with any rational explanation for how this lovely woman could be walking at my side, holding my hand tenderly.

"Miss Alice, have you ever been to Texas?" She peered up at me curiously.

"No, not that I can remember. I woke up in Mississippi. And since then, I've been following you. I followed you here, to Pennsylvania," she sighed. "Has anyone ever told you that you're extremely indecisive?"

"Most likely," I said honestly, reflecting back to my human days. People often called me unpredictable and spontaneous because I was always swaying from the battle plan, yet turning up victorious. Yes, indecisive was actually a perfect word to describe me.

"Well, you truly are. That's why it's taken so long for me to find you! You kept switching up your route!" After sighing, she turned her up to smile at me. "But, now that I've found you, I have nothing to complain about," she said softly.

I couldn't help but grin back at her. Happiness, hope and love radiated around her, and I eagerly soaked it all in, basking in all of her inner and outer beauty. I took a deep whiff of her irresistible scent, and sighed in pure and utter satisfaction.

There was now no doubt in my mind that this Alice, the one who was bouncing happily next to me, humming the most beautiful of melodies I've ever heard, wasn't the Alice I met all those years ago.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Shoot me a review if you think I should add more. If not, then we can end it here. Ha.