AN: Sorry for the late update. College's been hectic. Around 13 more chapters are on the way until the end.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

As slow as one could was, she stepped into the bathroom and was met with a space that no longer held the dead. She blinked and pinched herself, but it really was true and she was awake. All the body parts were gone.

She stepped out of the bathroom and stared at him wide eyed, unable to say a word.

"I buried them in the backyard. It's not much, but a grave either way."

That's when Alice knew with a one hundred percent certainty that this man was not one of the Nazi.

The Nazi would certainly not bury American men.

"That was very noble of you, Texas," she said with a tremor in her voice.

"Texas?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"You speak funny," she said. "Texan English."

"That's the second time you said that I speak funny?" he said with a scowl.

Alice looked away quickly, for briefly, she thought of him as cute. He seemed like a silly child in that moment because he somebody made a little fun of him.

"Wait," he said, walking past her to his backpack, pulling out a few clothing.

He handed the clothes to her. She wasn't sure what they were, but took them anyway.

Once inside the bathroom, she shut the door and stood alone in the small shower. The door couldn't be locked and Alice wondered again if she should take that shower or not. The previous day had made her body sweaty and dirty. Jasper had kept his own washing supplies by the shower. She noticed in her other hand a clean shorts, clean socks and a green clean shirt. He'd given her clean clothes. That was far too kind.

The water was ice cold and Alice kept her foot in the spray, wondering if the water would ever get warm. She remembered him putting on the water before he'd even taken off any clothes. Perhaps she had to wait a minute, so she did. Alice smiled for the first time as slightly warmer water hit her foot and she made a quick dash for it, because it was the only warmth she'd get in this cold, dark war zone. She didn't dare shutting her eyes, but allowed herself to enjoy the feel of warm water soaking her from top to toe.

The scent from the soap was very strong and musky. It reminded her of a man's scent, which brought her mind to Jacob. Her dead lover, left behind in an open field, without a proper burial. But the sent also reminded her of a life before the war. She shook a little as she refrained herself from sobbing. Unsure of how thin the walls were, she didn't want him to hear her cries. She stayed there for a long time. The warmth was comforting and the soap felt cleansing.

Alice shrieked when the water turned ice cold without warning, jumping out of the spray and turning the knob. She used her old shirt to get rid of most of the moisture in her hair and body. She put on her bra and the large, green shirt, which covered her chest quickly. It reached low, halfway until her thighs. That little fact reminded her of her smallness and that he was large and strong and able to kill. Alice had never killed a person in her entire life. Instead, she'd saved them as a nurse.

After an examination, Alice gave in. She'd been planning to throw away his underwear and wearing her own. However, hers was dirty and his really seemed very clean. The nurse inside her appreciated clean things. So she threw hers, her wet shirt and her dirty socks away in the trash bin beneath the sink and put on his shorts with some reluctance. She was growing cold with her bare limbs. Quickly, she put on her pants and sweater. The cold would not be so unbearable, were it not for the fact that she felt all alone.

The mirror above the sink was broken. She looked at herself for the first time, hating she saw several pairs of dark brown eyes looking back at her. Her hair was soaking wet, appearing black. Alice didn't like to look at herself. It reminded her that she was alive while here three friends were not. Angrily she brushed her teeth with here eyes low. She spit, rinsed, threw her things back in her bag.

It was perhaps her foggy brain for trusting Jasper so quickly. She started doubting it again. Her hair was soaking wet, but she ignored it. Jacob was fresh on her mind and she had questions for Jasper.

When she went back into the room, he was sitting on the bed. His eyes turned to Alice when he heard her approaching. It was very dark in the room, but they noticed each other just enough.

She would get answers.

"Where are you taking me?"

He shook his head.

"When will we get there?"

"I'm a soldier. Not God. I cannot give such details with certainty."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped. "You can't tell me anything? Who ever you are, what ever you do, you and Aro were obviously on some mission. I'm not stupid. At least give me credit for figuring that out!"

He raised both eyebrows and she stepped forward angrily.

"You're a liar! You play games! Oh, you thought it was funny to not let me know that you speak English? Because I'm not laughing! I just want to say that if I'm the Joker in your game, then really, kill me now and finish that mission you and Aro started for whatever Nazi, English, American or whatever secret nation you're working for."

She crossed her arms when his face remained passive.

"Whatever," she muttered. "Obviously you're of some other specie. Who many people have you killed? How many women? How many children? What have you got running through your veins?"

"There's no mission any longer, Alice," he said in a hard voice. "The mission was made for four men, and if necessary, three. When only two of us remained, we were to abort the mission."

Alice scoffed, her hostility toward him softening for the way that he spoke. Despite the hardness, there was emotion in it.

"Where are those other two men?" she asked.

"Marcus and Caius were killed last week. When Aro died, our mission died with it."

Alice felt sick all of a sudden.