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I find Alec's character very hard to write, since we don't actually know much about him other then the fact he is Jane's twin, he seems less….sadistic….in a way and that his power is sense deprivation. Also I do think his attitude would be altered like Marcus' was after he lost the love of his life, why can't Alec be a ruthless guard member and still hold an epic forbidden love story with a girl across the freakin' Atlantic? He would be affected by her 'death' and her return in different ways…

So yes Alec is probably OOC, but aren't we all 'out of character' when we're in love?

So forgive me for OOC Alec…

-NEW ORLEANS 1922-

She was way too young to be here….

And normally she wouldn't be but it was her brother's twenty-first and for one night she was allowed enter her father's speakeasy 'Elsa's' named for her Irish mother for one night only.

Honestly she only recognised about five people other then her family and her Dad's 'friends.'

And those were her brother's friends as well as his fiancé.

She sat alone in a corner swirling a glass of alcohol she really shouldn't have been allowed take off the trays various men were carrying around.

But still she couldn't bring herself to drink it.

She hadn't even noticed when he walked in too focused on swirling the bourbon and trying to find a way out of the place quickly.

"Little young to be here don't you think?" She looked up briefly to meet the black eyes of a boy.

"Right…and you are what sixteen years old?" She asked dryly.

"You'd be surprised." He said slipping into the booth across from her.

"I doubt it." She told him.

He was beautiful, unearthly beautiful with pale skin and dark hair flicked over his forehead perfectly, and an accent that was so….

"Italian?" She asked him.

"No. English, but I've spent a lot of time in Italy."

"Really? Then what brings you to the Big Easy?" She asked him.

"Business, myself and my brother."

"Business?" She raised an eyebrow. "Then what brings you to Elsa's?"

"There's someone here I need to speak too. I guess I came on a good night."

"A bad one actually." She told him. "It's a birthday party; supposed to be private…which begs the question what the hell are you doing here?"
"Swearing isn't ladylike." He teased her dodging the question.

"Hm….I'm not a lady…I'm something else entirely." She told him.

He bit his lip; she was too good at this, too young to be this good at this…

"Who are you?" He asked her.

"I'm out of here. Good luck with your….business…" She told him standing up and giving him a little wink before leaving him sitting alone in the booth.

She collected her coat and left the club, his eyes watching her the entire time…

-VOLTERRA ITALY, PRESENT DAY-

He remembered the day like it was yesterday, her scent had hit him as soon as he walked into that blasted place where he was supposed to meet the leader of the New Orleans coven who was suffering from a rogue nomad coven problem that had taken over the French Quarter and was creating havoc.

But her scent had wafted over to him over the liquor, the smoke and the other humans inside Elsa's.

Sitting in the corner completely alone no older then fifteen, maybe sixteen but that was pushing it.

Demetri had laughed at him from the other side of the bar when she walked away from him.

He had growled at the tracker annoyed and made the decision that the next time he caught her scent he'd sick his teeth into her neck and be done with it.

He would not be put under the spell of the amazing smelling girl.

He didn't know if she was 'la tua cantante' as he didn't completely want her blood but her scent was…

Intoxicating.

In its own homely way.

A mix of spices and honey, the faintest hint of warm freshly baked bread.

It changed when she became a vampire, the spices becoming more prominent but so did the bread; the honey was gone, replaced by almost a…smoky essence.

He couldn't put his finger on it but it was…just…

Different.

She wasn't his Melarisa anymore, he'd loved her for her gentleness and innocence despite her cold front, and she saw past his own cold calculating Volturi guard mask and saw Alec.

"You're actually a very ugly person…." She had told him tilting her head to the side and smiling when his mouth dropped.

"I'm joking…." She said grinning. "Darling you need to lighten up!"
No girl had ever spoken to him like that….ever.

Even his sister spoke to him as though they were strangers now. Every other vampire female he'd ever met was frightened of him, his reputation and he'd preferred it that way.

He didn't like it when she wormed her way into his cold un-beating heart with smart remarks and shy smiles.

His return to New Orleans had been short lived as the families home had been burnt down and rebuilt for a new family for some stupid reason and the DeSantez family were all supposed to be in a grave yard somewhere out in the bayou….

Now a century later a vampire Melarisa more bad-tempered, more attitude-filled, more powerful and more….beautiful.

For a vampire she'd never looked more alive….

And he really didn't know was that a good or bad thing.

"You okay?" Demetri asked entering his room without knocking. (Again.)

"I just saw the girl whose death I just very recently put behind me, alive, immortal…for over ninety years….and she didn't look for me." Alec replied. "So no. I am not okay."

"She doesn't or didn't remember." Demetri told him. "Aro saw it in Edward's thoughts, she's missing or she was missing two years Alec, guess which two."

Alec looked up at the tracker. "No…"

"Alec there's a very big chance she doesn't remember anything…or she's only just starting to remember, you, me, any of…whatever you two had….or very possibly have."

If his heart could break it would have right there. Alec had spent twelve hundred years as a vampire and loved, if it was love only once.

And that was Melarisa, or Rizza as she now called herself.

"Do you think…she'll ever remember how she felt…?"
"Alec a love like that doesn't go away."
"I'm not sure if it was love anymore."
"Keep telling yourself that. Because no smile has met you're eyes since you were told she was dead." Demetri stated heading for the door.

"Alec never lose hope on finding someone you love again." The tracker told him. "I did, and I don't think I'll ever forgive myself…"
"You got your happy ending though!" Alec announced angrily.

"And who's to say you won't?" The tracker asked before leaving the room.

Don't 'cha just love Demetri?

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