A/N: I don't think I mentioned this in the previous chapter, but I based Chris (for looks) off of Pete Wentz (from Fall Out Boy)...pretty much because I think Pete Wentz would make a pretty sexy vampire.

Song: That's What You Get - Paramore

The weeks that followed were almost unbearable for Adelaide to live through. Every day she had to see him with her. Every time she saw him, her heart would flutter, and all thoughts of breathing would utterly vanish. But it didn't matter, none of it mattered, because now, Scott wasn't even aware of the fact that she was alive. All he saw was Heather. The pain she felt, losing Scott, was greater than the pain she felt losing Peter, by a significant margin. But he was obviously happier with Heather, and Adelaide cared enough about him to let him be happy. The attractive boy should always get the pretty girl, and now he had. So Adelaide did everything she could to get over Scott and move on with her life.

She met up with Chris nearly every day in the coffee shop he worked at. He was nice, there were no two ways about it. She wanted to like him as more than a friend, but she simply couldn't. There was something about him that didn't quite quench the thirst she had. Though she never turned him away, and he never turned her away. For hours they would sit and talk, they would talk about everything and yet nothing at all at the same time. And everyday Adelaide met up with Chris, she became more and more entranced by this dazzling man. He was only a year older than she, and had the same taste in music. She never brought up the subject of Scott and Heather, and out of politeness, he never asked.
"Adelaide?" Chris asked one evening just before Adelaide stepped out the door. She had grown accustomed to being called Addie, and had not quite gotten used to being called Adelaide again.
"Yes Chris?"
"Would you like to go out with me sometime?"
She paused, taken aback by his question. "Yes, I'd like that."
His face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. "How's tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's perfect. I'll meet you here at eight."
Adelaide waved goodbye, started her car, and drove away. She no longer stopped and reminisced about nights spent on the porch swing, she simply trotted up the porch steps and into the empty house. As soon as the door swung shut behind her, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Ladybug!" a joyful voice answered her. A smile instantly spread over her face, the first smile in weeks. There was only one person in the world that called her Ladybug.
"Hey Phillip! How's New York?"
"Oh Ladybug, you should see some of the patients we get! It's insane. I'm scrubbing in on at least three surgeries a day!"
"Does this surprise you? You were the top of your class."
"Yeah, you're right," she could practically hear his boyish grin. "So how're things in…where did you guys move again?"
"Forks."
"Right! How're things in Forks?"
"Ugh, Phil, you have no idea."
"Things are that bad? Boy troubles again? And don't try lying Ladybug, you know you can't lie to me."
Phillip was right about that. He was the only person in the world Adelaide couldn't lie to.
"Yes. It's complicated though, and I don't really feel like explaining." That was the half truth. It wasn't all that complicated and she didn't feel like explaining the fact that she had fallen for another boy like Peter.
"Alright…" Adelaide could tell he didn't believe her, but didn't press the matters. For which she was grateful. "Hey are mom and dad home?"
"No. Dad's on a case in L.A. and mom's on a business trip in Ontario."
"How long have they been gone?"
"Nearly three weeks." Phillip made a sound of discontent. He was never particularly fond of the fact they left Adelaide home alone for weeks on end, but with him being in New York, there wasn't much he could do. "Well I better go, say hi to Jeremy for me." Phil agreed and they hung up. Jeremy was Adelaide's two year old nephew. Jeremy had inherited so many traits of Phillip, he was nearly the spitting image. Speaking to Phillip had certainly brightened Adelaide's mood. For the first time in weeks she fell into a comfortable, dream filled sleep.

The streets of Port Angeles were deserted as the clock struck midnight. He leaned against a building, counting the seconds away as he waited for her. They were scheduled to meet, and she was late, as always.
"God, you always pick the creepiest places to meet." After nearly ten years of being together, nothing had changed. She was just as prissy now as she was when she was human.
"You can call me Chris." He smirked. It was always so much fun to make her angry. "It's working, Heather, incase you haven't noticed."
"I know!" she let out a harsh laugh, "You should see the way he looks at me! It's pathetic. So is the way the other girl pretends not to notice."
Chris and Heather were opposite in every way possible, which may be the reason they were soul mates. The only thing they had in common was just how maniacal they were. Chris was a ladies man in his human life, which only heightened once he was changed into the monster he was. He would dazzle girls, Heather would distract their boyfriends with her slutty ways, and he would drink the girls' blood. It was the perfect maneuver.
"I have a date with her tomorrow at eight. Keep her boy toy busy."
"This will be fun," Heather had an evil smirk on her face, one that mirrored Chris's.
"Isn't it always?"

Scott and Heather were shamelessly flirting by the front door, waiting for Scott's shift to start, as Adelaide and Mike finished up their shift, who often shot dirty looks at the couple. Mike's reason being that it turned customers away, which was far different from Adelaide's, though they both agreed it was revolting.
"So what are you doing tonight Mike?" Adelaide asked, trying to make idle conversation, a first for her.
"I have a date with a girl from school." He had told her he dated on and off from time to time, but the girl he was really interested in was with someone else. "How about you?
"I have a date tonight too."
"Oh, you've got a date? I bet you feel all warm and fuzzy inside," Heather leered. Adelaide rolled her eyes and scowled back.
"Shove it Heather." She shoved through Heather and Scott, with Mike not far behind as the exited the store.
"Have fun on your date," Mike called, as they went separate ways. Him to his Suburban and her to her Mercedes Convertible.
"Thanks Mike."

Alice sat on the floor, papers, pens, and random ribbon spread about her, Bella sat next to her leaning against the couch. Alice was preparing the seating chart for the reception for the up coming wedding, and Bella, not looking forward to said wedding, was reading Wuthering Heights again. One moment Alice was scribbling down names, the next her head was filled with images of a couple she didn't recognize, but it was easy to tell they were vampires. She saw Adelaide pull up in her convertible, get out, and meet up with the man, who was alone now. In a split second, that picture changed to one of horror. The man bent down, pressing his lips to her neck, eyes blood red, and a blood curdling scream filled Alice's ears. And then the wedding plans were in front of her again. Edward's eyes flashed over to her. This isn't good Edward, the couple's not like us. Adelaide's in trouble and you know just as well as I do that Scott will be crushed if anything remotely bad happens to her. We need to tell him. She thought. Edward paused, and then his eyes moved slowly to the ceiling, and then back down to the floor. No one had noticed except Alice; another one of their secret conversations. Scott walked in the house then, a goofy grin plastered to his pale face. Edward got up and walked up stairs. This was Alice's cue to have Scott come with them.
"Scott, can I speak to you please?" she asked pleasantly.
Confusion spreading across his face, he agreed and followed Alice and Edward upstairs.
"It's about Adelaide," That was all Edward needed to say before Scott was pulled out of the euphoria he had been immersed in for the past several weeks. Horror filled his butterscotch eyes.
"What happened to Addie?"
"It hasn't happened, yet." Alice emphasized the last word.
"Alice…" Scott said in a warning tone.
She told him about the vision she had, and described the couple she had seen. Scott's expression became outraged as he listened to his sister.
"Heather," was all her growled before he darted down the stairs, out of the house, and into his car. As he sped away from Forks, he could only hope he wasn't too late.