And finally the story starts! I'm actually excited, because this has been in my head for a while and I just got some of it down on my computer Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight, everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

"Demetri, I need my pants back." I choked and looked at Alec with wide eyes. Everyone that was around us burst out laughing.

"What?" He must have been able to tell with my expression I took it the wrong way.

"The pants you borrowed from me; I need them back."

"Okay, you'll have them," I assured, wishing he hadn't said that in the middle of the diner with about seven people around that we didn't really know.

"Good, because tonight I have a date," he said proudly. I laughed a little.

"Alec, you haven't had a date in—shit."

"I know," he said enthusiastically, almost bouncing with his hands in his pockets. "The movie theater."

"What movie?" He opened his mouth to answer but never said anything. He paused for a minute.

"Um…Whatever she likes, I guess." I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

"She." He snorted.

"I told you, how many times now? I don't like men."

"And I believe you." He scooted into the seat next to me at the counter.

"I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna do. What if she doesn't laugh at my jokes? Or, this other dude catches her attention?"

"I don't think someone else will; you're pretty obnoxious. And I think you're funny."

"I know, right?" He started talking with his hands again, and had them rested on the bar, facing toward me slightly.

"What's her name?"

"Sam. She's from the states. I met her at the corner."

"Oh, Alec…" The corner was the bar, and if she was some kind of promiscuous dancer there she was probably just looking for some good sex.

"She was the bar tender," he assured, tracing the patterns of tile he was leaning over. "And I really like her."

"Good for you." I kicked his leg playfully and he looked up. "What wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You said you really like her and you're taking her to the movies tonight."

"It's just something else on my mind," he murmured, staring off into space at the wall. He snapped out of it before I could ask anything, smiling his usual smile. "So what's up?"

"You know nothing's up," I replied glumly.

"You gotta get out, man. Go shopping with Jane or something; anything's better than hanging out here all day." I snorted.

"Go shopping with Jane…"

"I'm serious. It's not as bad as you would think." I always appreciated Alec's offers and advice, but odds were that I would never take them. It isn't fair to him, I know. He's even told me countless times that I should vent—that it was good for someone to—but I chose not to. Alec of all people would listen, but I didn't want anyone to know that I was still in love with someone who Alec hated because of what he did. I didn't at the time, at least.

I really did want to let it out, but as I waited more anger and sadness built up inside me. I felt it deep in my "core", as Jane would call it, and it stretched and stretched and the last thing I wanted was for it to stretch too far. No, I would rather slaughter this whole diner than let that happen. "Well I have to go," Alec said suddenly, sliding off the seat. "Take to Jane; she'll love to do something with you," he suggested with an encouraging smile. "Do something."

"Thanks." He left and I felt my smile fade. I could go find Jane…It would keep my mind off of all my depressing thoughts. But I hadn't an ounce of ideas on where she could be. I stepped outside and stopped short under the rood end. It was pouring rain again. It seemed the weather was matching my mood lately, and the sun hadn't been out in two weeks. Two very long weeks. There was a strong gust of wind and I got a mouthful—not really—of different scents. Most were from the humans that came and went all day, but there was one I picked out that was different. It wasn't of the sweet aroma of a human, but I was almost sure it was another of our kind.

Yet it didn't belong to Alec, who smelt like chocolate to me, or Jane whose scent consisted of many different flowers from the perfume she wore. But it was familiar in every way, and I couldn't pick out a name to match it. I didn't know many people to begin with, and the Cullens wouldn't have a reason to come here. Every one of the Volturi that I knew died a long time ago. Maybe I was just having a strange feeling of déjà vu. Maybe I was going insane. Who really cared?

Cinnamon. It was a simple smell but it was something I hadn't smelt in a long time. The wind blew again in a different direction and I turned my head to find Jane walking toward me—with an umbrella. "Are you going to stand there until it stops raining?" she asked politely, but I could tell she was teasing me. She handed me the umbrella and I offered her my arm. Her frail arm snaked around it and we walked back to our hotel in silence. We probably looked like two people just walking back from a funeral since Jane was wearing completely black that day. But her tinted contacts that made her eyes purple went surprisingly well with her blood red lipstick, I had to admit. Every day she overdid it with her eyeliner but as she had said before, "It only matters what you think of yourself, Demetri."

The cobblestone streets and sidewalk look hundreds of years behind some of the other cities I'd been to, whose streets were made entirely out of concrete. The city we were in wasn't rich, partly because all the rain tipped off tourists. But some still came to see the rain forest around it—the second last one. "Do you know what today is?" Jane asked, side-glancing at me and still walking in a perfectly straight line.

"Tuesday?" I wasn't sure if today was some kind of holiday or not.

"It's Friday," she corrected glumly, sad that I couldn't pay attention to the date.

"The tenth."

"Fifth."

"Oh," I said lamely. "Wait, it's your birthday tomorrow, right?"

"That was last week." I gritted my teeth. Damn. "Alec didn't know, either; don't worry," she said gently. We stopped walking past the stores when the hotel was on our right, and I opened the glass door, stepping into the dry room. We walked past the front desk and up the elevator to the seventh floor. I reached in my pocket for the card and swiped it, hearing the door unlock. As soon as I opened the door a shirt was flung at me.

"Oh, hi," Alec greeted us, going back to shuffling through a bunch of clothes I didn't know he had.

Jane stepped around the clothes lying on the floor and stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. "What's wrong with what you're wearing?" Alec looked up at me in disbelief.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" he echoed. "I don't know what to wear!"

"I don't think she's going to leave halfway through the movie because she hates your shirt."

"You hate my shirt?"

"No, I'm just saying." He went back to picking up and examining clothes. It was funny how he was stressing so much about a date. I sat on the end of a bed and watched him, commenting a few times until he said he had to go. And he was wearing the same thing he had been. I was so happy for him, but I knew it probably didn't look like that on the outside. I sat there bored out of my mind for hours, and started daydreaming. Of course it was about Alec, but there was a flash of someone that made my throat tighten.

And I remembered who I was missing earlier today when I tried matching that scent. It was Felix's.

I hadn't seen him in two-hundred years, and now I just happened to be in the same place as he was. But maybe he was just passing by. Maybe it wasn't really him, but there was no way I could misplace that scent ever. It almost hurt to think his name, and now I couldn't get his picture out of my head. Or Heidi's and what my imagination would picture them as together. If I did see him, I'd probably kill him because I just hated him that fucking much. Or I might just cave and start kissing him. I wasn't sure.

That night, to add to the hundred thoughts in my head, Alec didn't come back.

I know, I know; I haven't updated in more than a whole week, which is pretty long if you ask me. I have three stories now that I'm writing for, so I think this one—since it's going to be shorter than the others—is probably going to take longer. Anywho, what do you think? It's pretty short but I needed to give you something to read to know I didn't forget about this story. Review, review