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There was a quiet knock on my window. If I hadn't been tossing restlessly, I never would have heard it. Opening my eyes, I saw a shadow hanging outside my window. At first, I thought it was Jasper, and wondered why he hadn't let himself in. It didn't take long to realize the shadow was smaller than Jasper's. I groaned quietly as I slouched out of bed and pushed open the window.

"What are you doing here, Alice?" I asked, my voice slightly hoarse from sleep or lack thereof.

"I knew you wouldn't be sleeping," she answered, swinging her legs over the sill and sitting on it. I backed up and sat on the edge of my bed, facing the strange girl.

I had never met anyone like Alice. Well, I had never met anyone like Jasper or Carlisle before, either, but she was so different from them, different even from the vampires she'd come with. There was a strange familiarity about her, though, almost as if I'd known her forever. Strangest of all, I liked her, more than Angela or Jessica, more than any friend I'd ever had before.

It seemed obvious she was attracted to me beyond friends. I wasn't sure what I thought about that. I hadn't had a lot of time to think about it. This girl was a whirlwind, and I was a leaf that had been swept up for the ride.

This was the calmest I'd ever seen her. When I met her, she seemed like an excited puppy or preschooler, unable to contain her glee. When she jumped in the window this morning, she'd been intense, passionate. Now, she sat, waiting.

"What are you doing here, Alice?" I asked again.

"I wanted to talk to you," she said, smiling. Her leg, crossed over one knee, started to bounce. Her calm was about to break.

"I gathered that much," I mumbled, still tired, so tired that I yawned. "I'm guessing you don't want to talk about me, though." I'd seen her eyes on Jasper, remembered how she wanted him to hunt with her, her lips around him.

"Actually, I did. Have I told you how good you smell?" she asked, moving to sit beside me and tucking my hair behind my ear.

Covering another yawn, I nodded. "And that I taste good." I rolled my eyes, remembering just how eager she'd been to clean me.

"I love you," she told me. "Yes, I love Jasper, but I love you, too." She slipped a little closer to me. I started to slide back, and she stopped. "I don't want to scare you. I don't want to push you. I just want you to understand." Her cold fingers ran through my hair and sent a tingle over my scalp. "I want to taste you again."

She moved very slowly, careful not to frighten me. I didn't stop her. I didn't know what to do. Our first kiss had been... wild. There was something intoxicating about her softer, fuller lips on mine. And Alice's venom had a way of making me forget my own name. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to taste her again.

"Okay," I said, putting a hand to her face.

She stopped abruptly. "Wow."

"What?"

"You'll see," she teased, putting her lips to mine. She licked them gently, then moved her mouth to my ear. "When you make a choice, you don't look back, do you?" Her voice was sultry, and her breath swirled in my ear, making my entire left side break out in goosebumps.

"No," I answered honestly and wrapped my arms around her neck. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked, sliding myself closer to her.

"No," she answered. "With guys, but... you're the first." She slid a hand down to my chest, and my breath caught. She laughed. "You're the first human, too."

I laughed with her. "Well, you're not my first vampire."

I mirrored her movement, brushing the nipple that had perked up through her thin blouse. Her orange eyes fluttered, and she murmured, "Hot."

"So... how do we do this?"

"Anyway you want," she answered, kissing me again. This time her tongue entered my mouth, and I welcomed it. Laying back, we pressed ourselves together and found where we fit and where we didn't. She was smaller than me, so different from Jasper, who was much larger. Our breasts touched, but our hips didn't, mine slightly lower than hers.

Her hands were in my hair again, and I scratched her scalp a couple of times through the short spiky peaks, before quickly sliding them down her back to her hips. She was so slim, even her bum was tiny. She murmured in my mouth as my hands moved, letting me know she liked my touch, telling me she wanted it against her skin. Her short skirt made that easy, but did I really want to start there?

She chose that moment to pull her mouth from mine. She slipped her fingers, warmed now, under my shirt's hem, creeping up to my breast again. I rolled back, wanting more of her attention.

She settled into my side, one leg hooked between mine, her hand on my stomach as she licked and sucked my ear. I moaned in response, rubbing one of my exposed legs on hers.

Her thighs tightened on my mine as I did, pulling my legs open. "Damn, Bella. You are so hot." Her hand slid down my belly into the waistband of my shorts and panties.

I grabbed for her wrist, wanting to slow down. She stopped before my hand touched hers, sensing my reluctance.

Anyway you want," she whispered into my ear, rolling onto the knee between mine and lifting my shirt. Her lips found mine, and the venom was nearly dripping from them. It tasted sweeter than honey, thinner though, and it made my head spin. I'd never gotten drunk before, but I was sure this could do it. I pulled her lips between mine, tongue pressed tight between, trying to catch every drop.

She pulled back with a hiss. "God, that's good, Bella." She tugged my shirt off as well as hers, buttons spraying from her blouse. Her skin had been warmed some by my touch and nearness, but was still cool, her nipples hard where they rubbed mine, making them burn.

"Shit, Alice," I cussed, falling back into my pillow again. I wasn't separated from her long as her knee pressed up into my groin, and her chest fell flush with mine.

"I know," she murmured, kissing me again, carefully using her lips and tongue rather than teeth. It was so hard to focus; I was relying on her to keep me safe.

Her hand came between us again, and I didn't resist this time, arching into her touch. My hand tightened on her arm, and my jaw clenched as she brushed through my pubic hair. Her touch was light, and it made me shudder with pleasure. I felt the need to return it.

With some effort, I moved my mouth from hers to her neck, licking up the cool white column, and was rewarded as her fingers curled into me.

"Fuck, Alice," I groaned and slid one hand up under her skirt, my thumb tucking into the back of her thong. I gripped it, trying to hold onto sanity.

"Relax, Bella," she urged as I arched against my pillows, legs closing like a vice on her knee and hand. Reaching behind herself, she broke my hold, tearing the tiny strip that was sanity as much as lace. My nails dug into her, one breaking. At least I knew it didn't hurt.

Her fingers slowed, sliding gently, letting my pulse ease. My eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. They were no longer red, but they weren't gold like Jasper or Carlisle's either. They looked like fire itself, orange with red and yellow and white. They burned into me.

"Alice, what do I do?" It was so strange. I was reaching around her front, like I would with Jasper, but of course, there was nothing to find.

"What you would do to yourself, Bella. I'm like you, remember?" Her voice was huskier, although it was still almost musical; I could hear a rasp in it from her heavy breath.

"Right," I closed my eyes, thinking about what I would do to myself, and curled the fingers that were against her pubic bone, finding her clit easily. I opened my eyes once I had, the worst over, and found hers shut, her lip trembling.

"Yes, Bella."

"Take off your skirt, Alice," I urged, annoyed at the fabric that was doing nothing but getting in the way.

The skirt was gone before I blinked. I didn't even notice her move, she was back in place so quickly, but she was naked now, pressing her groin to mine, our hands trapped between. Alice's fingers worked inside me again, faster, and I shifted my hand to try to pump mine the same way. Nothing seemed to be working for me, I was so lost in Alice's venom, her hand... I clenched and squirmed and tried not to scream.

"I've looked Bella, your dad won't wake up." She kissed me again, pouring venom over my tongue and choking off the cries I was still biting back. I didn't bite them off any longer.

"God, yes, Alice! Fuck... coming so hard," I groaned, shaking around her fingers inside me.

"I know," she seemed to squeal. "Your hand is so hot... you're so hot." My fingers slid more easily, suddenly wetter. I still couldn't really focus on what I was doing, but it didn't seem to matter. I rubbed her clit faster, curled my fingers harder.

I winced a little at her first contraction on me; it was so hard. Then, she seemed to shake apart, hips rocking on mine.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted as she came on me. Her breasts moved with her, rubbing on mine and making me hot again.

"Yes God, come Alice." I groaned, feeling myself wetter again.

Her lips crashed into mine as one more squeeze seemed to bruise my hand. Then she relaxed, still lying atop me. "I love you, Bella," she said, stroking my cheek. "That was better than I saw, better than I dreamed."

"You seem so familiar, Alice," my eyes were fluttering again, this time with sleep. "Like I've always known you."

"I know," she murmured, playing with my hair and curling up behind me. "Like finding a piece of myself."

"Mm-hmm," I said around another yawn. "Will Jasper be back?" I wondered idly.

She chuckled. "Yes, sleep now, Bella. It's been a long day."

"Mmm, and long night," I agreed.

"I wish it was longer," she murmured in my ear, kissing my cheek.

"Me too."