A/N: Bonjour, T'is me, the Napkin Bunny, here! Sorry, it's my new nickname my family have given me :S . I hope you like this new installment! Thank you all of those who have reviewed this! xxDibDabxx Thank you for giving me inspiration! Anyone who has any ideas personal message me!

Chapter Five

"I think red suits you, what do you?" There the pixie like female vampire was, holding a tie up against the black shirt the warlock was now wearing. Shrugging, Alice hooked it over her arm and started rummaging through some printed T-Shirts, occasionally laughing at some of the slogans and adding them to the buying pile. Normally, a girl like herself would completely blank out the male who joined her, but she seemed to include him. Whenever she found something, she would press it against him, size checking and seeing whether it suited him.

It was peculiar that she would do this, let alone talk to him about what recently happened in the news. Not that Merlin knew who the people or what the terminologies were. There they were, two people, from different times. One of them fitted the era, the other, complete opposite. The young warlock kept on receiving worried stares and flirtatious smiles from people. Not that he knew what was wrong with him. He hadn't seen his reflection since the attack, and didn't want to. Alice obviously didn't care about the change, seeing as she hadn't made a remark about it.

"Is your father a physician like Gaius?" The boy asked as a black rucksack was passed to him.

Nodding, Alice said, "Not much different to him, same job, but different name. He doesn't make the medicine like your uncle. Just gives the patient it." Skipping to the till, she dropped the stuff in front of the assistant, and took the stuff hooked on Merlin from him, and placed that too, on the counter. She was humming a tune as she passed the money to the tight lipped, sour faced woman. Once everything was in bags, she effortlessly picked them up and gave the teenage male three of the six.

It was odd how they didn't weigh a thing, maybe all the donkey work for Arthur had finally paid off. Neither did he have to catch up to the skipping vampire, as a matter of fact, he wanted her to hurry up. As they approached the car, Merlin felt hungry again. Maybe he should've eaten more when Alice offered. They loaded the boot and started back to Forks. The rain thudded against the roof of the vehicle as they sped off.

The hunger was starting to get painful. In the end, the young warlock begged his friend to pull over at a restaurant. They rushed in, he ate, and then they both left. But, as they made their way to the car someone was already in it, attempting a hotwire jobby. Infuriated, Alice fiercely glided over to the male. "Get out." Gritting her perfect teeth as she growled this, eyes burning gold. This made Merlin tense, knowing what she was.

Laughing, the thief slid out, "Yeah, ok, but I get to fight you boyfriend and winner takes you and the car, sweetheart." He placed his hand on the vampire's cheek. Her growl grew deeper from within her.

Grabbing his hand she pulled him away from the car and made her way down the night back alleys. Cautiously, Merlin followed them into the darkness. He didn't know what was going to happen, but the hunger arose again. Fiercer, stronger, and there was an odd burn at the back of his throat. He knew that, no matter how much water he drank, he would not quench what had now become thirst.

Alice was holding the man's neck with one hand, "One, I'm not your sweetheart, two, he's not my boyfriend, seeing as my husband is at home with my rather large and special family, three, don't touch my car!" The fairy like vampire was over protective of the vehicle.

Suddenly, before he knew what he was doing, Merlin leapt at the thief, throwing Alice into a wall. Landing on the man, the young warlock leant in to drink, but, as he heard the other vampire's begs, he jumped up spun around and ran off into the shadows, leaving an unconscious twenty-something year old and a pained vampire in the darkness of the alleyway.

Pulling herself from the wet cobbles, Alice couldn't see anything, but not in the way you'd consider normal. Her visions of Merlin completely disappeared. There was no smell of him either, the only proof he had been there was the unconscious man whom would never know what he had been in store for. Picking the man up, she placed him in a dumpster, grabbed a half empty bottle of Vodka, placed some on the man's tongue and left the bottle beside him. Brushing herself down, she made her way to her Porsche, mobile in hand and already calling Carlisle. What had she done so wrong that her new found friend would go mad, and how did she not see this?

She didn't expect him to be a newborn, aggravated at the slightest thing. Neither did she expect to be smashed into a brick wall at about sixty miles per hour. Now they had a warlock, a newborn loose in Seattle. Perfect. She could see what Jasper would say, and she didn't like it. Not one bit. After what had happened before, she'd prefer the family to go it alone.

The journey was lonely; she was used to being surrounded by her family, the wolves included. Maybe she hadn't foreseen this as everything was spur of the moment, no choices. But nothing could explain why she was blocked from Merlin now. It wasn't as if he was collaborating with wolves or hybrids. Alice couldn't help but feel guilty for the warlock's sudden thirst. Maybe it was her becoming angry and leading the men into the ally way and prolonging the trip too long.