Disclaimer (yes another random one): I own nothing Twilight. I just really like to play with it. Andie belongs to me, however, along with whatever other OCs I create.

A/N: The updates may be getting further between after this chapter, as I am really into The Hogwarts Few as of right now. But never fear, I will continue this story to see it through... and I'm 90% sure there will be a sequel... If I wrote one, would you guys read it?

AlicePOV:

It was New Year's Eve, and Andie and I were back in the snow and ice covered city, packing her belongings in her apartment. She had confessed to me on our drive back that she had no desire to continue on with her routine she once loved so dearly; she saw no point, knowing now that she belonged to me. I wish I could be chivalrous and selfless and say that I had argued with her, that I had tried to convince her to play human for a little longer, but the truth is I was ecstatic that she was going to be next to me full time. She called it her New Year's resolution: to break away from her habits and just be my Andie. I did feel guilty about the possessiveness of keeping her attached to me, but she honestly didn't mind, and was beginning to show the signs of being mated, as well, though still fully human. I had a vague suspicion that it had something to do with the morning she had taken my virginity... her jealousy had taken a whole new turn after it had happened. The first sign was when she took me as forcefully as she did, the day her father passed. I'd never seen that side of Andrea, never felt her ownership of me more than the way she went about playing my body with a ferociousness that matched the power chords of the music she was so addicted to. She would be a force to be reckoned with, once she was immortal. The second sign was at the funeral when she actually growled at the thought of people thinking sexual thoughts about me. She would have to just accept that, it came with the territory of being a vampire; our looks attract our prey. The third sign was her decision to leave school and work, to be with me. I had the feeling that if I had even hinted that she continue her life away from me that she would have snapped on me, and I couldn't have that, we all know how I feel about Andie being disgruntled with me in any way.

So I happily helped her load every book she owned into these cardboard boxes, appreciating the view as Andie stood on her step ladder to reach the ones on the top shelf of one of her seven bookcases. I couldn't help but stare at the strip of skin that revealed itself above her jeans when she stretched to reach the next book she would hand down to me, venom pooling in my mouth when I got a flash of kissing her bare back later that evening. She was singing along to the iTunes playing from her open laptop lying on the coffee table in front of the couch behind us, and I couldn't help but grin at the sound. She didn't have a conventionally beautiful voice, per se, but the sound of her voice gave me chills in general. The song wasn't her main taste of music (stuff you could only scream along to), but it was soft love song by a lady called Missy Higgins, "All For Believing"... I was quickly beginning to love the song, as every time Andie sang the title line, she would look back at me with a wink, catching me staring appreciatively at her rear more than once. She made me wildly happy.

It was nearly dark when we decided that we'd had enough packing for a day, as we had packed the entire living room, and the kitchen utensils and dishes. We would tackle the bathroom and her bedroom tomorrow, we said as we settled in on the couch and waited for Andie's cheese pizza to arrive, flipping through channels to find something to watch. I had suggested we go out for a New Year's party, but Andie made a face and told me she'd rather spend it inside, alone with me. I could live with that, I'd told her, making her face light up with a smile. I'd only wanted to take her out dancing, anyway, and we would have plenty of other times we could do that.

She had accepted Thomas's death more easily than I could have hoped, and when I pointed this out to her she'd had an explanation ready. "He knew he was dying, Alice," she had said to me in the car on the way back to her apartment from South Carolina. "If I've ever trusted anyone in my life before you came along, it was him. I feel like it was meant to happen this way, that he only fought long enough to see that I would be okay, and he knew I was fine when he accepted you... I know you didn't miss that he gave you my hand." She was right, the gesture had touched my dead heart, as much as his words that he wished he could walk her to me on our wedding day. "Everything I've done, everything I've learned, everywhere I've been has led me to you. I've always known Daddy was going to go first... I just can't believe I was lucky enough to not have to deal with it alone. I was meant for this life I plan to have with you, forever; I wasn't meant for the next life, like he was... And having Kate in my life now, well... it's like an extension of him, she comforts the orphan in me, you know?" She was so strong, so intelligent, so... Andie.

I was thinking about that conversation when she looked over at me with that sideways look I loved so much, her head cocking to one side as she turned to look at me fully, that grin tugging up one corner of the lips I thought of kissing constantly. "What're you looking at? Take a picture, Alice, it lasts longer," she teased me, reaching out to tug at my messy hair playfully.

I caught her hand before she could pull it back beside her, kissing the palm and then lacing my fingers through hers. "I was just thinking about how perfect you are," I told her honestly, watching that red tint crawl up her neck to her cheeks, flooding my nose with the smell of her delicacy, and feeling my stomach flip when she smiled shyly, ducking her face behind the curtain of her long dark hair. I let go of her hand to reach up and tuck that cover away behind her ear, making the blush deepen. "Don't hide from me, silly girl," I whispered, and she gave me that sideways look again. "I love that I can make you blush like that."

She slid over until she flush next to me, and I put my arms around her, bringing her into my lap, tucking the top of her head beneath my chin, and closing my eyes as I savored the light weight of her fragile human body in my arms, all warm and squishy...

"Will you miss it?" she whispered from where she nuzzled the hollow of my throat, pressing her lips to it. "My humanity, I mean?"

I smiled at the slight edge of fear in her tiny voice. "Well, most of the things I love most about you will carry over into immortality... the things that make you who you are. The only things I'll miss about you being human are your blush and your heart beat... I listen to it when you sleep, it relaxes me."

Andie chuckled, pulling back to look me in the eyes. "Well, you won't have to worry about relaxing while I'm sleeping, anymore, as I won't be sleeping... you'll be stuck with me for twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year." She kissed me and I sighed in happiness that she was absolutely right. We made out like teenagers on the couch for a minute, then I felt myself being pulled away, no matter how I tried to fight the haze overtaking my body and mind... Andie rolled over on top of me, her hands dragging down my sides, but she stopped when there came a pounding on the door. "Fuck, are you serious?" she groaned, her face falling in my neck.

"Go on," I told her teasingly, pushing on her just a bit. "Go get rid of them and come back to me..."

She pressed her lips to mine before pushing herself off of me and snatching up her long flannel shirt and her boxers. The knocking came again, more insistently, and she growled as she buttoned the buttons in the middle to cover her beautiful breasts, which were still swollen with the want of my hands, the need of my mouth. "I'm coming!" she snapped through her open bedroom door, looking back at me lying in her bed in nothing but her sheets. "I'm sorry, I'll be quick." One more kiss and she fled out to yell at whomever interrupted us.

I listened intently, curious about who it could be. When I heard the door open and Andie's gasp, I froze as the next voice reached my ears from Andie's bed. "Didn't expect to see me, did you?"

I came out of my vision to Andie's amethyst eyes narrowed in concern, and she had straddled me in our kissing a moment before, so they were close. "What did you see?" she asked huskily, obviously ready to go on with our activities, but I knew my vision was about to come to seed any minute now... that make out session would have ended up in the situation we were creating in my vision. "You've got company coming, and I'm not sure I need to be here when she arrives," I said bitterly, my Mate Mode kicking in, but I swallowed the jealousy back. Andie was mine, not hers, not anymore.

"Who?" Andie asked curiously, sliding off my lap, but not moving any further.

"Daphne is on her way here," I answered, and I watched Andie's face grow slack with the shock.

"What does she want?" She shook off the shock and it was replaced by a bitter anger, and I felt it had more to do with the interruption than the fact that her ex was showing her face here after longer than a year.

I shrugged, not really caring what she wanted, but still trying to shove down the urges to meet her in the hall and break her neck before she even reached her dirty fist up to knock on my mate's door. Andie saw the tightening of my eyes, and my clenched jaw, and sighed, her own anger melting to fend off mine. "Baby, look at me," she said softly, and my eyes involuntarily shifted to meet hers again, and she smiled a tiny smile. "It doesn't matter what she wants, you know," Andie said gently. "I don't care what she has to say, either, because I could care less about Daphne and her hang ups." She leaned over and pressed her lips to my jaw, then started a trail down to my chin, and ended on my lips. "You're the one who is going to be lying next to me tonight, tomorrow night, the night after, and every night for eternity, long after Daphne is a vague memory for both of us," she whispered against my mouth, and I had no control when the vampire in me kissed her again, possessively. Andie was my monster's number one priority, it was the one thing we had agreed on in my existence.

I thought for a brief minute that we were going to end up in bed despite the vision, but that knock came before I could twitch a muscle to pick Andie up and carry her to her room. I felt the snarl roll in my chest, and Andie whimpered against my lips as she reluctantly pulled back from them. "Is it wrong for me to find that part of you irresistably sexy?" She nipped at my bottom lip, and I kissed her again, her words running like lightning to my core, wishing with all my might that I could snap Daphne's little pencil neck when she banged on the door again. My snarl rose in volume.

"Alice, reel it in just for a bit," Andie panted as she tried to get up for the door, but Mate Mode wasn't having it, tightening my arms around her waist, holding her to me. "I swear, you can snarl, growl, and hiss all you want later, you have all night to fuck me stupid and make me yours, but I have to get rid of her first."

I loved it when she talked to me like that. It meant it was time to play. But she was right; I had to gain some control before Andie opened that door and I killed a human girl for interrupting our mating, so I let go of her waist and tried to breathe air that wasn't full of Andie's arousal and her blood pumping like liquid candy. She got to her feet to answer the incessant knocking, but not before grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my face to hers for one last hard kiss, a promise for that I would have what I wanted later. I shivered as she let me go, and fell back on the couch, dizzy and trying to grasp my personality best I could. It was always harder when she came at me like a mate should: fast and possessive.

"I'm coming, quit breaking my fucking door down," she snapped as she opened it, and Daphne's scent floated into the apartment, diluting the scent Andie and I had left lingering. It helped clear my mind further at first, then I realized whose scent was permeating my mate's space, and Mate Mode kicked back in, only on protective levels know, instead of sexual.

"Didn't expect to see me, did you?" came that cocky drawl from behind me, and I swallowed the venom rising. God, this was hard. This was worse than Drew.

"Actually, I had a feeling it might be you," Andie said, undaunted by Daphne's presence, making my vampire purr with satisfaction. "I could smell nasty coming up the stairs," she went on, and her tone surprised me so much that I almost snapped completely out of Mate Mode. Almost.

"Play nice, Andrea," Daphne said, and I could hear her smirk. "I'm not here to fight with you."

"Then why are you here, Daphne?"

I heard the swish of Daphne's clothing as she moved past Andie into the apartment uninvited, and heard her gasp so low that Andie might have missed it. "You're moving?" Daphne was so surprised that the bitchy holier-than-thou tone dropped from her voice.

"Yes," was all Andie said.

"Where? Somewhere on campus? Can you not pay rent or something?"

"Rent is paid up until February. I plan to be long gone before then, though. And no, not anywhere on campus... I withdrew from school last Friday," Andie said coolly, and I fought the urge to pop up from the couch and run to stand beside her.

Daphne was silent for the first time in her lamentable existence, then she whispered, "Is it because of me?"

Ugh. Arrogant, and vain. I'd always hated the girl.

"No, it's not because of you, Daphne," Andie replied scathingly. "Believe it or not, you're not the first thing on my mind when I wake up anymore."

"Oh, I believe it," Daphne said silkily, and I didn't need to be psychic to know what was coming. "You're still stuck so far up Alice Cullen's ass you can't see what you had in me!"

"And what, exactly, was that?" I said, unable to remain silent anymore after that comment. I got to my feet and rounded the sofa, Daphne's eyes about to pop out of her skull at the sight of me. "A nagging, oppressive, whiny, money-grubbing, two-timing slut?" I knew Daphne had cheated on Andie– numerous times.

"Alice," Andie said warningly, and I held a hand up to silence her as Daphne's jaw flapped up and down for some sort of response.

"No, baby," I said, watching Daphne's eyes widen at the endearing term with which I referred to Andie. She hadn't expected someone as beautiful as me to give nerdy, geeky Andie the time of day... She didn't leave Andie because of me... she left because she couldn't stand that she wasn't the one with me every day. "I want this bitch to tell me what you're missing out on, what she could have given you that I obviously can't. I want her to stand there and tell me that she left because she thought I was sleeping with you when you belonged to her, and I want her to lie and tell me she's not burning with jealousy that you're the one getting to fuck me now, and she's not." There, I'd told Andie the truth, while Daphne burned red at the accuracy of my words.

Daphne looked at Andie like a deer caught in my teeth, stuttering. "I never– she– you're so– what the FUCK?" Daphne's anger overpowered her shock, and she whipped her face back to look at me, bound to take it out on me, since I was the one that revealed her true motives, and her attraction to me. She whipped her blonde hair over one shoulder and pointed a finger at me. "You don't know what you're talking about, I can't stand you, how could I have ever wanted to–"

"You still want to fuck me," I taunted her, and Andie took a step back from me, as my anger was mounting as well. "You think I don't know how you and all your friends whisper behind my back? You think I've never heard you tell your buddy Josh that you'd tear me to pieces and then mail the pictures to Andie when we ran away together? Just out of spite that Andie was falling for me, really falling in love with me, and not my face or my body, and the fact you saw how I looked at her? That you saw I was already in love with your girlfriend, the one you tossed about like a flippant joke? Go fuck yourself, Daphne, while I go make love to my fiancee. Get the fuck out of her apartment."

Andie stared with unbelieving eyes as Daphne whipped around in a wave of bottled blonde, rushing to the door. She looked back at Andie with a poisonous look. "Send me pictures from the wedding, Andrea," she sneered. "If it's even true... how could a geek like you keep the interest of a bombshell like Alice?"

I couldn't help it. I gave a loud snarl at her words, making Daphne's face turn bone white, and her heart stop in fear. I didn't care. No one spoke to my mate like that, not without a dire consequence, and as I bent my knees into a crouch, Andie was in front of me with her hands on my face, and her lips against mine... I knew this kiss, yes, this was right, it was my mate, and she was telling me it was okay to finish what we had earlier begun...

I was confused for a minute when her lips were gone, but then I heard her voice saying things to someone who wasn't me. "Don't ever come near us again, Daphne, I'll have you arrested, understand?"

"Whatever– just keep your freak away from me!" I looked up to see the door slam and then Andie led me back to the couch and pulled me down beside her, cradling my head against her chest, pressing my ear above her left breast so I could listen to her heart.

After a few moments, I sat up and looked at Andie, who was beaming at me, leaving me surprised. She just found out exactly how much of a waste of flesh her ex-girlfriend was, and she was smiling like that at me. "Thank you," she said, touching my face. "But I don't need you to start a murder spree over a bag of guts that can barely even speak English, and not even properly."

"I know," I chuckled, shaking my head. "But her tone sounded suggestive at first, like she just knew you were going to take her back, like you really couldn't do better." Andie didn't respond, just ran her hands through my hair, getting two fists full and holding tightly to pull herself back across my lap.

"Where were we?" she whispered, getting right back down to business. I was proud of her for not letting Daphne's nonsense stick in her mind, but I couldn't tell her so, because she had my lips and tongue preoccupied as she grinded against my lap and pulled at my hair.

"I don't remember," I whispered back playfully, going along with her game by sliding my hands up her back, beneath her shirt.

"I think you said something about making love to your fiancee," she replied pointedly, pulling back to grin at me, then coming right back in for an intense kiss that made me lose breath I didn't even need.

"I think you're right," I laughed lowly, hitching her up on me by her bottom, and lifting her with me as I stood up and carried her to her room. I stripped her before I pushed her down to top her, and gave her another teasing kiss. "I seem to recall her telling me that I could snarl, growl, and hiss while I fucked her stupid and made her mine all night," I whispered to her, watching her eyes change into the same look she got in Mate Mode. It made me shiver, and she quivered beneath me.

"She's waiting," Andie replied impatiently, pulling my face down to hers.

It was going to be a long night, and I couldn't wait.