AN: Holy shit guys......i saw the peak of the New Moon trailer on MTV and i gots to say that.......I am pretty fucking impressed with what Cris Weitz.....or however you spell his name, can do. Seeing Taylor Lautner turn into a werewolf was just simply amazing. And his body looked sooooo hot too, he is dam sexy in my book. :D The way Twilight kept getting almost all of the awards got me laughing. And then the-almost-kiss between Kristen and Rob was funny! I suggest you go watch it on youtube or something if you didnt get to see it on TV.

So here is part two of ALICE I don't know if i did a good job with what type of music Alice would listen to ( or how i portrayed Jasper... das right he is in this chapter, lol) . .......recomend any songs? If you do, leave it in a review......

Oh i am so slick right.....right? Right. lol

This is getting kinda long so I'll cut it short. or as short as I can get.....i tend to ramble sometimes. I hope you enjoy.

Before i tune out dudes and dudettes out there..... how many of you actually read this stuff? you do know you can review even if you dont have an account right? and it would mean so mucht to me! not that, that really makes any difference but you know...it was a good try. =]

Oh! that brings out another topic, shout out to Slowlydieing (hopefully i spelled that right) for reviewing every chapter, she rocks! and thank you for the advice too by the way. =D So i asked her if i should send out sneak peaks to people when they reviewed and for her personally she sad she wouldnt like it. (if i put you on the spot there, i am sooo sorry :[ )

If you want a sneak peak leave a review telling me that you would prefer one, if not then i wont send one.

p.s. shout out to the person who left an anonymos ( i can't spell for shit) review! I know who you are cause we go to the same school but still! you rock =D

Axena.

"Unholy Confessions"

-Avenged Sevenfold, Unholy Confessions

Alice, Part 2

The sky is dark; the tree branches hide the moon from time to time. I blink repeatedly every few minutes. I try to identify what changed because it's apparent something has, I feel different. The moon is brighter, the trees are lively, the chirping of birds is amplified and I seem to glow every time the moon hits a spot of my skin. Everything has improved. My hands caress the small hairs that cover my head. It's so soft. Overpowered by an urge to know what I look like my hands begin roam over my features, everything is so smooth. Accidently I press my fingers over the cover of my eyes too hard. It doesn't hurt.

My head jerks to my right as the sound of hoofs pounding on soft earth comes near. Involuntarily I breath in, the smell is mouth watering. I feel liquid pool into my mouth, it resembles saliva but it is thicker and the taste is off. The sounds get closer and I tense. I seem to be waiting for something, or at least, my body is. The aroma is too strong, my feet push off the ground and jump in the air, I hear the deer give a startled cry before I land on it, his rib cage is fractured. My breathing is quick as I break its neck; a deep growl starts to build inside my chest. This is taking too long. My fingers claw at it and I feel my throat constrict and formulate a cry of bliss, my mouth bends down and I start to suck. Even after the blood has clotted and is no longer tasteful I continue to move my mouth against the animals' jugular. The thirst is lightly sedated and the fog that had previously taken over seems to clear up.

My shirt sticks to my chest as I get up and what I see as I look down makes my mouth open in a sort of shock but my throat is too constricted to even scream. Small noises are escaping through my mouth until finally, I release a deep cry. Animals disappear; I can hear my own solitude. There is absolute silence. I pull at the fabric with barely any effort and it rips off my body. Despite the draft I feel as the air hits my now naked body I don't feel cold. My body bends, my arms cover my stomach, I dry heave. The pain starts to build deep inside me and a small pathetic sob escapes. The tears I expect never come.

Momentarily distracted my hands reach up to touch my cheeks; they tremble as they move over my eyes. Where are the tears? Where, Where, Where, Where are, Wh-

"Where are they!" I feel my mind slip, it's crumbling. It doesn't want to hold on.

Abruptly my vision is covered with the face of a man and this quiets me for a second. His eyes stare back, his lips are moving but I don't understand what he is trying to say. My cries settle and my mind concentrates on his face. I reach out to touch him but his face disappears and I fall on my knees. He was what I needed. I breathe in quick sharp gasps until my hands stop shaking. My conscience once again straightens out. There are no more hysterical cries. I refrain from looking the dead animal in front of me.

It would be too much.

Instead, I rise and start to move away from the small clearing. I force my body to place one foot in front of the other, no looking back. My feet move faster and soon my jog turns into a run. I slow down enough to notice a clearing ahead. It's a lake. Without thinking twice I jump in. Reflexively I hold my breath and move my arms around me as my legs kick in the water. I rise to the surface with a gasp while my fingernails begin to scratch at the skin on my arms and legs.

There is so much blood.

I plunge underneath again and open my eyes. Surprisingly, they don't sting. I stay seated on the dirt floor concentrating on the laps of movement above me. Back and forth back and forth. The steady rhythm is seductively soothing. I stay under for what seems to be hours.

Eventually, the sun rises. My skin sparkles as the rays that penetrate the water hit me. I rise to the surface, push myself off the water and start walking down a small worn path. There are fresh footprints here. Humans. The thought sneaks up before I can stop it but I concur. I can't be human anymore. My face rises to the sky and sniffs the air. Burning wood. I try to listen for any heartbeats but hear none. My feet inch closer. The heat of the ashes has no effect on me. I can't feel it.

My eyes dart back and forth around the small camping space. There are pieces of clothing discarded in a small pile outside a tent. I rush forward and pick up the garments. With a small look back I rush into the thick trees once again. Once I am in the safety of the trees I pick up the small shirt. My movements are slow as I lift it over my head; my hands remember the way the white gown ripped under minimal pressure.

The clothes are loose as they fall over me, or maybe I'm just too small. The pants are too long. My hands make quick work of the rough material until they are no longer covering my toes. There. Somehow the methodical task of dressing myself gives me a feeling of freedom, a feeling of choice. I relish it. I don't let my mind wander as the rips and shreds of cloth are adjusted to fit my figure, I don't want to think right now… about anything. Once I'm dressed my mind moves on to the next priority on my list.

Food.

Surprisingly the hunger is back, not as strong as before (I don't let it over power me this time) but still potent enough that I can't ignore it for long. I move farther away from the camp site, I have a feeling that I will ravenously feed again and who knows what my happen then. In a matter of seconds I can no longer hear or smell any trace of the burning wood. I let myself go.

My breathing is sharper this time and I feel a tinge of excitement come over me. The prey is right there. My movements are agile and if anything, maybe even graceful. Now alerted to my presence, by what I presume to be its survival instinct the bear is easing away from the tree I am sitting on top of. His movements are tense, anxious, and feral in their anger. He doesn't like to feel cornered. I smile but I don't know why.

It all happens very fast then, I pounce on his back and he roars out a shriek. His thrashes send me below him as he falls back trying to pry me off. I feel monumental pity for him but the hunger…. The hunger! My hands twist his neck and in a matter of seconds his body is limp on top of mine. I push him off and claw at his neck, I don't use my teeth. Once the opening is big enough I mouth descends.

100 years later

I am strangely proud of my work, not one drop hit my shirt as it lay on the ground next to me. I hunted with my shirt off now, it made it easier to clean off the grime but I wanted to try it with my clothes on. It made me feel a bit more normal, well, as normal as a 100 year old vampire can be. I still look the same and my eyes are now a golden brown instead of the fiery red I saw once I was able to finally look at my reflection.

One hundred years. One hundred. One zero zero. My god. I marveled at the idea of it all as I stood outside the building that had once held me captive because of how different I was. It was strange how traces of fear still settled into my stomach once I entered the now, new and improved mental facility. I still feared their red eyes popping out and holding me down in order to send shockwaves after shockwaves of electro –shock-therapy as I cried in pain. I was indestructible for god sakes! The fear was irrational but even as I tried to convince myself of this, it stayed. People feared my eyes for some reason. Not people, my prey. Every time they looked into my eyes they would beg for mercy or forgiveness. I always told them I wasn't in the position to provide either.

I didn't like going out into the "modern" world. It made me uneasy; I wanted to confines of the thick forests, where I could escape at a moment's notice and go undetected. That wasn't possible in the streets. I had to keep a human pace, and the days had to be cloudy or else I would definitely blow whatever cover I had on at the time. Sparkling skin isn't necessarily subtle when walking amongst thousands of humans.

This rant was getting me nowhere and people where starting to look at me, they kept their safe distance, as always, but they were whispering to one another.

"Who's that girl.....?"
"My god she is fucking hot….."
" Why is she just standing there….."
"So beautiful……"

I glowered at the comments of a horny teenager and smiled at the sweet observation of an old man sitting next to his wife. I would have to go in or they would soon start to approach me and that I couldn't handle. I didn't want to kill an innocent couple.

My feet barely made a sound as they pressed down on each concrete step. The door became closer and closer and with a long sigh I finally opened it. The sterile smells of Clorox assaulted me but I was slightly thankful, aromas of blood would be bad, very bad. I didn't want a repeat of the time I had killed my first human.

I looked back to make sure Mike-the-horny-receptionist had gone back to his post and then started to look for the file that had been assigned under Mary Alice Cullen. Apparently, that was my name when I'd been brought in. Flipping through the "C" section I saw it.

Mary Alice Cullen

The name stared back at me in bold letters, they were printed and neat. Everyone belongs in a category after all, my lips curved up as they considered the words of Plato. How right he was.

I moved my eyes over the page and let out a small whistle. It was a little scary to look at myself so objectively, as if I wasn't that person anymore. But you're not. A small voice said inside me. The sounds of silence were suddenly replaced by the sounds of howls. The walls and cabinets changed next. I was now in a forest.

A growl.
A roar.
Crack of thunder. No, not thunder.
Crack of bodies.
The rain pours down heavily. A female retreats… she moves back. A man, no, he moves closer. The trees, so many trees.

His lips move.

She is growling at him. Her eyes are dangerous. Another roar escapes before she lunges herself at the male vampire. Her hair is short. It's inky black. Her eyes are a golden brown. His eyes are red.
She is me.
I'm the girl in the picture.

Mike the horny boy is shaking me. Asking me if I'm okay. My heads repels the distance, he is too close.

"I'm fine, I'm fine" I need to get out. The place is relatively small for a vampire and his aroma is starting to fog the place. I let him help me up and once he turns around I stash the file inside my bag. No one needs to know about Mary Alice Cullen anymore. She's dead.

Mike walks me to the entrance of the hospital and says goodbye. He tries to stand close but I see he is afraid and naturally he hurries back to his desk. I can smell the fear on him. My steps are hurried for a human and for any close my stander it would seem like I was power walking. I must look ridiculous.

The vision keeps on replaying itself in my eyes. I feel my limbs shake as they take each step. Who ever heard of a vampire feeling weak? I'm going to confront him and….what? I won't be happy to see him? I don't even know who he is. He's been on my mind ever since I first saw him, but who in the hell is he? Vampires must still get headaches because I feel my brain keep a steady pulse as I move one foot in front of the other towards the small dinner near the woods.

The small tinkle of the bells as I enter alerts the small personnel that a customer is there. The small dinner is almost deserted and while they consider it bad business, I consider it good luck. I wouldn't be able to be around many humans right now. My booth is away from the window and when the waiter approaches me I order black coffee. It's the easiest to vomit.

I massage my forehead making routine circles over my temples. The pounding seems to lessen and I remove my knuckles. I breathe in and that's when I become aware there is someone standing in front of me. He smells good. I look up.

His eyes scare me but it's a nervous scare. Not a frightened one, despite the fact that his eyes are red. How can he be so careless?

"Well don't just stand there, people are starting to stare" my voice is low but being the thing that he is, he can hear it quite perfectly. My hands are shaking. I push them together and squeeze. His movements are graceful and the chair barely makes a sound as he sits down upon it. It's odd seeing such a big man be so graceful. He must be at least a foot taller than me.

"Are you ok?" His question catches me off guard and I quickly look back at him.

"Um Yeah why?" Can he notice the slight tremble in my voice?

"You seen scared" He seems to be laughing, it's infuriating.

"And now you're angry" I grit my teeth to keep from growling.

"Now you're furious" The laughter is evident now.

"Stop that" I choke out.

"Would you like me to calm you down?" His eyes are serious but his voice holds humor. How does a person do that? I look him over and nod stiffly. After a second my anger seems to slowly disintegrate, I begin to feel calmer. My muscles relax and my mouth becomes slack. I ease into my chair.

"Wow, how did you do that?" My voice is amazed and a bit awed.

"I can control emotions; I'm not too sure on the technicalities of how though." He doesn't seem to brag. Is it a sort of gift? His back is leaning on the chair and his legs are spread apart. He seems to be lounging on the chair.

"How does it work?" My voice is too curious and eager and my body leans in; I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to. He can feel what I feel. His eyes are concentrating on me. I squirm.

"Sorry I made you uncomfortable… you're just too interesting…" His voice drifts off and I clear my throat. His eyes snap back to mine.

"Well, I'm not too sure, as I've said, but I feel what a person feels. Their emotions, love, hunger, happiness, sadness, apathy… It helps when I'm feeding. I don't want my food to feel scared. I can relax them enough so that they don't die in pain." Ah, so he finally said it, and here is were we part. The way he speaks of humans makes me wary of who he is, what type of vampire he has become. He almost reminds me of them. Involuntarily I feel the fear creep up on me. I try to erase it; I don't want him to think he is the cause of my alarm. He doesn't disappoint.

"Would you like me to leave?" His voice is…sad? I frown.

"No…"

"But you're scared." He seems confused and in a second his face mirrors mine. Utter looks of confusion. It could be funny.

"No, I'm not scared of you…" I say the words slowly and we both know there is more to that sentence than the words that are spoken.

"You are scared of……?" his face leans forward and his hands gesture in front of him. He wants me to elaborate.

"Certain people…" I hesitate.

"But not me" he finishes.

"No, not you…."

***

I keep a rhythmic beat with the soles of my feet. My hands are under my legs and my body is automatically leaning forward. 2 hours. Two hours and the most we've talked about is what he and I can do. For god sakes I don't even know the man's name! He seems closed off but who am I to judge exactly? It's not like you can actually make friends you know. They all die before you do.

I can hear the tips of his fingers beat against the side of his chair. This is getting boring. I was always a sucker for fun and this man isn't going to ruin that. My tongue clicks away against my teeth and I don't even spare him a glance. I know it's rude but c'mon he must be at least 90 years old, he can control hs thirst around humans. The man must have some social skills. Look who's talking, you're 100 years old and the most you can come up with is the fact you feed on animals? Why can't I talk to him? Because every time I looked into those eyes, the intensity scares me off. I felt inadequate. That was even more confusing.

At least he wasn't controlling my emotions….

I pulled my back pack from the floor and rifled through the pockets until I had the small device that had about 5G of space….all for good music.

"Put this on your ear" I held the ear phone between to fingers and extended it out to him. We were stuck in here until night. The sun had decided to come out. Wooptido.

"I know what a head set is"

"Oh good"

The wire wasn't as long as I had expected and it forced out heads to pull towards each other. Oh…he smells better up close. All vampires do though. The closer to the source, the better things are.

I press shuffle and I place my head over my arms.

"It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by"

This song is relaxing. I can almost pretend that I am sleeping.

"My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by"

We sit and listen to my iPod until the last waitress tells us to leave.
Things are messier than they were this morning. I don't know much of anything about this guy but I do know one thing.

I'm going to find out more.