Chapter sixteen: Kill. Me. Now.

The air was replaced with smoke. Everywhere you turned, it was a figment of gray. Barely able to make out passing bystanders, or other objects. If I hadn't of been keeping my hands out for protection, I doubted I would have stayed on my feet or gone so long without falling over something.

I had no idea where I was, how I had gotten there, or when I had left. All I knew was that I couldn't see. I couldn't unless I got out of this ray of smoke. I could hear chatter from up ahead, so like anyone with a brain, I headed towards it. If I were around some people, then I might be able to get some information on my current location.

Stepping out from the hurdle of gray, I found a clear and almost breath taking view of people. Moving around at their own will. Women carrying baskets and wearing nothing but rags fashioned into dresses. Men wore white puffy shirts, that you saw on pirates or something. They were tucked into the brown pants, and had high leather boots. Some even carried swords. Weird, no one carried a sword anymore...

Looking down at myself, I realized I too was wearing one of these rag dresses. It was a light shade of blue, clinging to my torso and then flowing to my ankles. On my feet, it was merely a pair of handmade sandals, barely strapped as tight from what I was used too. I soon began to believe that what I should be asking myself wasn't where was I? But when was I?

I continued, despite my obvious confusion that was bound to be written all over my face. As luck would have it, some people did give me a mere friendly smile but that was all. No chatter. No contact in telling me where and when I was. People really didn't talk much here, did they?

In the distance, I could see a square. Four large beams were being manually pushed up into place and hammered into place with other wooden tools. All around the platform they were bestowed upon was hay and twigs and sticks and dry leaves being laid down; surrounding them.

A girl, who was pretty and dainty, small in size but whose smile made up for all that, stood beside me. Her eyes were on the men putting the large logs into place. "Their doing it again," She said, her voice coming off as distant and kinda... looney. I gave her a little look. For once, it was someone who was smaller than me. Thank god.

"Doing what?"

"It." She retorted, turning her green irises up towards my face. I noticed the freckles. She couldn't have been older than... Eight. Her hair was a burning red, brighter than any other natural redhead I had ever seen before. She was wearing a plain dress with a brown leather belt holding the waist to her petite posture. "They found the witches outside of the village that ran... Their trial must have gone badly..."

It took me a moment to register what she was actually saying and how she was saying. She was one hundred and ten percent British. Her tone was so translucent it was almost a sin to be talking to her with my own accent. Hers were pure and innocent. Compared to hers; mine sounded like dirt. And what made it all the more eye poppingly true was what she said. Witches.

I now didn't have to ask her when or where I was. Her little statement had given it all away. "What is your name?"

Her cheeks flushed a bright pink, complimenting her pale white skin and blazing red hair. "Annabeth," She said, almost too innocently. "What's yours?"

I had two thoughts go through my mind. Should I answer with my full name or.. make something up to fit in. Hell, Renesmee didn't fit in with the 21st century, so I'd be damned if it would fit in here. I figured, go with my favorite nickname. "Reny."

"Thats a pretty name," she swayed. From behind, a woman's voice called. Annabeth turned and looked behind her, waving and then looking back to me. I figured it was her mother. "I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Reny."

With a little smile, she skipped off; leaving me to my thoughts. So, here I was trapped in England, in some Village in a time you got killed for remotely looking like a Witch. Better hide my wand and broomstick, I thought dryly.

Suddenly, the sound of laughter infiltrated my ears. It wasn't a joyful laughter. More of a mocking kind. Taunting and childish. Looking in it's direction, my suspicions came to be true. Further into the Village and past the square with stakes being build; a group of children huddled in a circle.

I instantly, against my better judgement, moved towards it. At a quicker pace than what I should have been. As soon as I came closer, their voices became clearer.

"What you going to do, eh, Janie? Put a spell on me?" One boy taunted. Oh, if only he knew exactly who he was taunting. Closing in on the group, I managed to push past; coming into full view of the girl; clutching at a doll. It was clearly home made, for it's head was limp; it had a black shade of hair and had one eye missing. She was holding onto it for dear life.

"Go away," She mused, barely audible.

"C'mon guys. Just leave her alone. She hasn't done anything," Another female said, looking about my age. To be honest, Jane did too. Though, she was more fragile than any fifteen year old I had ever seen. Holding onto a doll as if it were her life source. The girl, whose name I didn't know yet, moved into the center of the circle; putting an arm around Jane. "Go jump in a lake or something,"

"Ohhh, Gracie-Lou has spoken," The same boy teased. "You under her spell too, Grace? Or is it that satan loving brother of hers that's gotten you so loyal to these freaks!"

"Alec does not worship Satan!" Jane then hissed, her eyes piercing right into the boy. He just scoffed.

"Aw, are you going to cry?"

"No!"

That was a lie. I could already see the tears building in her translucent blue eyes. They could too, by the looks of it. Their laughing was what caused Jane to break. A single tear spilled out and over her cheek. Grace, who I did know whose name now, moved forward and pushed to boy back. It didn't do much. He simply pushed her out of the circle and refused to let her back in.

"I'm gettin' her mother!" Grace then yelled, dashing off and carrying the hem of her green dress, allowing her to run faster.

"Ha! Mommy witch!" He laughed, rolling his eyes. "I'd like to see what she could do about this."

The group went into a fit of laughter, while he stood smugly; arms crossed and lips curved into a dark, wicked grin. But that smile slowly faded the moment another voice broke through the crowd, causing them to part and allow a pathway for the owner to the deep, dark, clearly pissed off voice.

"She might not be able to do anything about it, Hendrick. But I will,"

There, moving through the simple pathway was someone I wouldn't have expected to look... So breathtaking. He was tall, but he always had been. Dark hair that was ruffled and a little shaggy. He was wearing a white pirate shirt, like the others; but his pants were black. A soaring black. Around his waist was a red piece of material acting like a belt. His eyes were the deepest of blue.

Alec had come to the rescue.

"Oh, and what are you going to do exactly, Aleczander? Put a hex on me?"

"No, I'm going to advise you to scurry along and learn some new insults. I'm pretty sure you've used that one already." There was a wicked glint within Alec's eyes, that caused my stomach to flutter. I had to fight back the giggle.

He put his arms around Jane, leading her out of the crowd. "Watch your back, Cecil!" Hendrick, I figured he was the leader to the group of morons. Alec peered over his shoulder, scoffing. "Watch yours."

I knew his threat held more of the scare factor than what Hendricks did. After all, Alec was under the impression of being a witch. I followed after him, after them; wanting to see more of their ways. Of how he was her saviour and what he would do to stop her tears trickling down her face. Alec rested her down onto a log that was obviously placed there for a bench. He crouched down in front of her, taking her face into his hands. I hid behind a horse and it's timber. Watching from afar.

"Don't let them get to you, Jane," He was saying now, quietly but loud enough for me to hear. Her eyes were closed, and her lips in a thin hard line. He was running his hand over her cheek, ridding them of the tears. Alec was such a good brother...

"I almost did it again... Like I did with mother. I had to stop myself.." Jane then said. It took me awhile to figure out what she said, since it was so low and quiet. But when I did, it made me all the more interested.

"That was an accident. Mother doesn't hold any bad wishes against you. You know that," He whispered back, leaning in and giving a gentle kiss onto her head. I longed for him to notice me, but in the presence of Jane.. That was hardly a good idea. In this time and this village, I figured I was probably the only person truly terrified of Jane.

"What if she tells someone..." Jane was sounding a little more desperate now. Her eyes were alight with fear. Jane of the Volturi, well... Should I say future Jane of the Volturi, scared of gossip? Well, this was weird. Alec let out a low chuckle, enough to take the air out of my lungs.

"You know she would rather die than tell a soul,"

Jane nodded.

Alec smiled, taking her hands and kissing both her knuckles. "Were you having fun with Grace?"

Jane shrugged, looking slightly bemused. "She's gone to get mother."

In a graceful way, Jane stood up and walked with Alec in a direction I had to follow. "Then we shall go get her," he said; giving a small smile.

Again, I stayed hidden. Or, tried to. When Alec had caught Grace; told his mother it was sorted, he set on his own. Walking swiftly and quick. I followed, still in a trance. He ended up leaving the village; exiting the gates and closing in on the forest. Still following within the shadows, I found it easier to keep hidden thanks to the trees. Though, keeping sight of Alec proved to be more difficult than I would have imagined. He vanished several times, but reappeared on the pathway again. But one final vanish of him, he didn't reappear. I was forced to go out onto the path, and look around, in search for the boy.

Within a blink; I was pinned to the floor. My head had received a rather big thud, but there was thankfully no blood spilled. Above me, was him. His face was mere inches from my own; holding a crafted blunt dagger to my throat. "You were following me,"

"Guilty as charged," I half joked. He didn't crack a smile.

"Who are you?" He demanded, still refusing to let me free.

"Reny," I said quickly. He frowned, blinking. "Strange name,"

"Yeah, well... I'm a strange person."

Alec paused for a moment, letting some pressure of the dagger from my throat free. At least now I wasn't in danger of gulping and cutting my throat. It was still close though, keeping me as nervous as I was previously when it was pressed right against my skin.

"Are you a witch?" He asked.

"You kidding? I wish. Then I'd turn you into a frog so you'd get the hell off me."

Alec seemed to be in a trance. Confused, for no one had spoken to him the way I had before. Plus, I stated I had a desire to be a witch. "So, you are not a threat?"

I tried not to laugh at his oblivious being. "Excuse me... Who's the one with the dagger to their throat?"

Alec looked to his hand, debating on whether to let me go or not. I prayed it would. When the blunt object was taken from my skin fully and he was standing up above me; he held out his hand. I took it, still believing this was my Alec.

On my feet, I let out a shaky breath. He put the dagger into a perch on the red material he classed as belt. "I am Aleczander. Son of the great Victor Cecil,"

I half laughed. "The great?" I repeated, catching his full attention in that moment. He was clearly confused as to my bluntness.

I shrugged. "From what I've heard he isn't all that great,"

Alec's eyes darkened, but that was due to the smoke from the village travelling through the air and forming clouds in the clear skies. "You're a strange girl, Reny. Where are you from?"

"Forks." I said without hesitation. His face was none the wiser. Ah, how could I put it? "... From the west. Far, far, west."

Alec nodded, "I have never heard of Forks before,"

"Yeah, well... I have never heard of... here before." I retaliated. Alec let out a little scoff, giving a mere shrug himself. "We like to keep our village under lock and key. That way there is no threat,"

"Apart from witches, I presume?"

"You presume correct," He gave a playful smile. "You are very witty for..."

"For what?"

"A girl," He replied, giving another devious look in my direction. I saw a flare building in his eyes, the same flare I repeatedly saw. "Are you positive you are not a witch?"

"... If I was, do you think I would tell you?"

Alec's lips curved, more so than what I had seen him do previously. In fact, he resulted in giving a full on dashing smile. "Touche," He said. "Where are you going, oh witty Reny from Forks?"

"Well... Where are you going, oh great son of Victor Cecil?"

Alec had a playful look in his eyes, as if he were enjoying this little... examination going on. Truthfully, I was enjoying it also. He began to circle around me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I was planning on heading north, to the blacksmith in the next village."

"Oh, and why would you be doing that?"

"Mothers birthday is arriving. I have never failed in presenting a gift to her."

Aw, how freaking sweet! He loved to shower his mother with gifts! I felt a pang of... admiration within my chest. My eyes probably gave this away, due to the look I received from him. I returned my hard, toying, and best playful smile I had. "Then the blacksmith in the next village is where I plan on heading also," I said, in a confident tone.

"Oh, really?" He asked, putting his hands behind his back. Huh, he did this when he was a human also... "Well, we could walk together. Unless you prefer to stalk from behind a tree,"

"Walking together sounds lovely."

Alec bowed his head, taking a stance beside me, linking his arm with mine and began to walk. The whole time, Alec was looking at me, his face beautiful with light and pure human features, and suddenly, a deep lurch in the pit of my stomach formed. It was just that quick... Even though Alec looked the same - only not the blazing red eyes and giving off the feeling he was a threat that could kill me any moment anyway - I knew he would never look the same to me again. At least... When he looked THIS human. Vampire Alec held nothing on this one. He was so... Humanly cute, it should of been considered a crime, seriously. That tingly sensation in the pit of my stomach was still there and still strong. Each second that went by it grew and grew. I had a feeling it would be there permanently, all thanks to a sight into this human looking boy called Aleczander.

"Tell me, Reny," Alec then said, pursing his lips. "Are all the girls from this... Forks as beautiful as you?"

Okay, Alec was just as charming as I knew. This was clearly a dream, but I didn't want to wake up. Not when I was getting compliments like this, causing my cheeks to burn a thousand shades of pink. "Well, you would have to be the judge of that," I replied.

"Do you think I would be acting too forward if I asked for a second meeting?"

I seriously had to nip this olden talk in the bud. Or, learn it. Either one would be a challenge. "Hmm," I paused, giving a side smile. "I don't believe that would be too forward at all,"

"Perfect. Then tomorrow, we shall meet again?"

"Sounds like a plan,"

Alec gave me a flirtatious smile while leading me into the gates of yet another village.

My eyes fluttered open to the gentle sound of rain hitting against the window. It was dark still. There was just a mere morning flare from the outside world, but it was very, very dim. The house itself was black. I could hardly make anything out, apart from the feeling of waves. That only came from one thing... Breathing. I shifted so I was looking up, being met by the a dark shade of red. My lips curved at the sight. "You didn't have to let me sleep on you.." I whispered.

"You looked too peaceful to move," He replied, just as quiet.

"What time is it?"

"Four o'clock in the morning,"

Damnit. The rain was washing away all traces of the snow from the previous two days. At least, there would no longer be the threat of skidding on the road or slipping anymore. I figured Edward and Carlisle won't be as busy as they have been at the hospital. Due to the slip ups, car crashes, etc that followed with a snowfall. The car crashes were rare, but the slips weren't. Someone fell and busted open a head everyday.

I rested my head onto his chest again, yawning deeply. "Wake me up at six, please?"

"Of course,"

"... I was dreaming about you," I whispered, beginning to fall heavy eyed yet again.

I could hear the smile in Alec's voice. "I know,"

"My gift?" I asked, toneless.

"Yes," He replied. "Your imagination is very vivid. It almost looked like the real thing," he then said. "But, my mothers favorite colour was purple."

Purple. Like my top.. "Is that what you were going to say in the store?"

Alec nodded, letting out a short breath. "Yes,"

I let out a 'hmm,' noise, allowing my eyes to close fully again. "And Jane had a bear, the colour of the dress you were wearing... Not a doll,"

I smiled, nodding my head slowly. "Duly noted. G'night... Aleczander."

Alec chuckled lowly, I should have fallen asleep another feeling rose up in me. The same I had felt in the dream, making my eyes open and question myself. Eventually, I had to come out and say it. "Alec,"

"Mmhm?" He replied, flatly.

"Can we... stop with the Nathan thing?"

A silence followed before Alec spoke again. "Why? I thought you wanted him?"

He made me sound like a spoilt brat, wanting something I could never have. Making me feel like I could have it because it was in my grasp and all I had to do was play my cards right. "I thought so too, but I don't. Not the way I thought I did. It was just..."

"A childhood crush?" He finished my words, a hand beginning to run through my hair.

I nodded ever so faintly, not wanting to scare of the calming hand brushing at my chocolate locks. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"So am I... For Nathan. I am sure that the dancing you were demonstrating to him in that club was enough to hook him for life,"

I laughed, shifting in closer to Alec more. "Dancing is all it takes to hook a guy?"

"No," Alec then said. The following sentence was whispered into my ear, sending shivers right down my spine. "You are all it takes to hook a guy."

I smiled, knowing I was probably blushing. Silence continued to prevail and eventually, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep once again.

—xXx—

Alec didn't wake me. I ended up waking myself up out of annoyance. I had five minutes to spare until six, but that wasn't why I awakened. It was the fact I had gone three hours without any dream. Nothing. I waited and waited and waited for a single patch of gray, smothering smoke.. But it was nothing. Then there was the second reason as to why I woke up. The sound of running water from the bathroom. Coming to the conclusion I would have to get up, I did. I went to the kitchen, ignoring the mental images of Alec in the shower a mere few inches from my stance. I poured milk into a bowl of frosties, filling it to brim. I needed to get my protein. Then it struck me, like a large wrecking ball. I hadn't fed fully, on the diet I preferred, in a while! God, what if I was forgetting what it was like to taste the deliciously sweet, yet tangy taste of an elk, or a mountain lion, or a bear...

The last two, we would be lucky to catch on a hike up through the mountains. Uncle Em was forever looking out for his grizzlies. I personally believed it to be his way at getting back at what forced him into becoming that he was today.

"Are you planning on making a waterfall of milk," Said Alec, bringing me out of my daze. I jumped, almost dropping the carton completely.

"Awh, crap!" I cussed, realizing I had come overboard and caused the whole thing to spill over. This was my problem when it came down to thoughts. I got so lost within them, I could be hit by a bus and not notice anything at all.

That was when I looked up and saw what he looked like. His hair was wet and ruffled, he must have been drying it with a towel. Yup, he was holding the towel in his hand. His arm was extended out, showing the long sleve of blackness covering any trace of skin. He was wearing his cloak, but it was different in some way. A lighter shade of clad black, and it was open; revealing his black shirt and purple waistcoat. His Volturi necklace was on display. Alas, I knew what this meant.

"Not coming to school today?" I asked, taking the towel he was handing me to clean up the spilt milk. He stood casually, leaning against the counter.

"I can't," he said, tonelessly.

"Why not?" I replied. If I sounded pushy, I didn't mean it at all. I just... depended on Alec more now, y'know. So, it was kind of expected...

"Because of one fatal reason, my sweet." I rolled my eyes at the new addition to my nickname list. I had signed on for one nickname, and was happy with it. Reny had become my new identity, rather than a nickname. But; Juliet. My sweet. My dear, etc. They weren't part of the package. It seemed the list was growing day by day. "I'm starving," I had to admit, Alec's eyes were a darker shade of red than usual, but that didn't stop me there. They were still red, therefore, he couldn't have been as hungry as when his eyes were black.

"You can hold it right? I mean, you said you were more controlled than my parents,"

"Yes, I did. But... When I've been thirsty; I've been in a castle full of vampires. No humans apart from Gianna, and I kept my distance."

Oh, well he had a point. I couldn't fight with that. I let out a little sigh of defeat and nodded; signaling my retreat.

Alec continued. "Besides, if all goes well; you may become friends with your... group again."

"I highly doubt that" I sighed, popping the towel into the washing machine. "Well, you'll be here after school; right?"

Alec scoffed, as if he had a secret joke. "Reny," and now we were back to the original nickname. "Don't you remember my promise? Walk you too and from school until I leave. That includes today. I shall meet you at the entrance of the Forest."

"Then we can spend all day together? Not just an hour?" I interjected.

"But of course,"

My teeth flared. Yay. All I had to dread now was the play auditions, which I had decided to do the scene the teacher wished to see, and a long day in school alone. What fun, I thought bitterly to myself. Things couldn't get worse though, right? My friends had basically made it clear there was no chance of us ever speaking again. The first day would be the worst, but after that... I'd get used to being alone.

"Would you like me to make you something else to eat?" Alec offered, turning his eyes to the countertop where my now bowl of milk and four flakes of cereal were. I rolled my eyes, letting out a gentle smirk. "Nope, this will fill me right up."

He snickered, continuing to watch me with dancing, dark eyes. A longing moment seemed to pass, and Alec sighed. Deeply, might I add. I would have classed it as a groan, if there were any hints of voice within it. It wasn't far off a groan, I'll tell you that.

"Fine,"

My brow arched as I reached over towards the fruit bowl, surprised they were all still ripe, in date and not moldy. I picked up an apple, peeling the sticker off and then taking a bite. "Fine?"

I repeated, the juices from the apple spilling down onto my chin. I went to wipe it, but Alec was the one who put out a hand, running his thumb over my chin and swiping away the excess. "Fine as in... I will accompany you in school today, I will be your partner in the audition and... If all comes down to it, I shall defend your honour if your friends proceed to ignore you,"

Well, that was unexpected.

"What?" I wasn't sure if he was messing with me or not.

"I said I shall come to school today.."

"With me?" I asked, still mystified.

"Obviously," He enunciated the word, as if he were talking to someone mentally handicapped. I made a mental note; around Alec... I kinda was mentally handicapped.

I was still stunned, never the less. "Really?"

Alec let out an annoyed sound- kinda like a grunt, I think- and narrowed his eyes. "Will you let me go get dressed?" he asked, intensely.

His eyes were so gloriously large, and dark, meaning a danger... But who doesn't love a small bit of danger? Yeah, I should have been worrying about my friends safety... But I didn't have any real friends now. Yes, Ivy, Suzannah and Shannon would forever be my friends; but Alec would be at my side the whole day. So, the thrill that he could kill everyone would be there, but I know he wouldn't... Hopefully. I tried to remember how to breathe. So far... Nil.

"Reny?"

I still couldn't speak yet, so I just nodded in response.

He smiled briefly, and then he turned; walking out of the kitchen and leaving me with my thoughts. God, once again... I was mind screwed by him. I had thought I was getting good at... coming to terms with how great Alec looked, talked, smelt and well... was. But, obviously not. He was still able to screw my head up to the point it felt like mush. I just prayed to god he didn't do that during the audition. Wait a second... Did he say he would be my...

I replayed the scene in my head; and sure enough... Alec did say that! My heart skipped a beat, making my breathing all the more hard to catch. Well, today would be weird but awesome at the same time. With Alec as my partner, I would get a role. No matter what it was; I'd get one and then it would be prom. I had a small idea, but shook it off. Now that I realized I wasn't as infatuated with Nathan as I believed I once was, maybe... If Alec was still around, he could be my prom date. It wouldn't be like a date-date; with slow dancing and that crap. But... Friends. Of course, Alec would never agree to a thing. Hell, he had done enough for me already.

I took another bite into the apple.

—xXx—

Alec was ready in no time. He simply shoved on a new shirt, probably one from my dad's wardrobe. Wasn't sure, but it fit never the less. I decided this time I wouldn't get a piggyback ride off him. Instead, we'd walk. Side by side, while I fretted about with my bag. To say that my nerves were going mad was probably an understatement. I didn't know what to think, do, act or feel! Everything was going insane. Possible conversation's I could bring up if Ivy did so much as look at me, or even breath in my direction. I doubted that would happen though. She did seem a little... pissed at the fact I said Chris was more interested in having a laugh than taking up a serious relationship. Because when it came down to Ivy and love... She was very, very serious.

"Can you stop doing that?" Alec said out of the blue.

I looked to him, finding his dark violet eyes on mine. "Doing what?"

He paused and nodded towards my hand; still on the bag. I didn't understand what he was on about; then adjusting it again; I heard the rattle of my keys. "Oh," I muttered. "Sorry."

He let out a little breath, his eyes moving straight onward. "Will you tell me what's gotten you so.. nervous?"

"Do I really have too?"

"No, but then again I have been wrong in your choices before."

I arched an eyebrow. "Really? When?"

As far as I knew, Alec had grown to know me better than I knew myself. He knew I didn't like to be moved when asleep. He knew I didn't mind people tapping into my dreams every now and then, because lets face it... I wasn't much of a 'dirty' dreamer. Sex dreams just didn't come to me. He knew that I didn't like to be under constant attention. He knew I was easily annoyed and he knew I took friendship seriously. More seriously than my own life. I think that much was certain; since I was doing all I could to say in Forks, even though people were probably beginning to notice.

His lips turned into a smirk. "I was certain you were obligated into getting Nathan, clearly not."

I frowned. "English, please?"

Alec let out a low, soulful chuckle. "I was sure you wanted Nathan more than anything. I was wrong,"

"Oh, well..." I tried to think of a snappy comeback, to renew my faith that he had never gotten anything wrong about me in the past. "I thought that at one point too, so that isn't your fault."

A small silence infiltrated, while birds chirped happily from the tree's above. Alec was the one to clear his throat, making me blink. "Well, never the less, tell me."

I gave a sigh, shrugging. "I'm... Not sure how things are going to go. I mean, I haven't once sat at a school table without Ivy there, or Shannon or Suzannah. It's going to be... hard."

Alec nodded slowly, bringing his chin up higher. I supposed he was just stretching his neck. He was walking with his hands behind his back again. I guess there was no way in breaking this habit.

"Well, I could take their senses away from them; and not return them until they realize what a mistake they have made."

"So basically... came to their senses?" I laughed.

He nodded. "Pretty much impossible when I am around, but we could give it a shot."

"As nice as that offer is, Alec... I think I'll pass," I continued to laugh; nudging his side gently.

Alec's face was light and beautiful, and before I could let out a breath; my mind instantly fluttered to in the dream. The moment I truly saw a human Alec smile at me; the light beaming into his blue eyes, the gleam off his white teeth, the true happiness in his whole being. That feeling I had in the dream... Well it was back. I gulped slightly, bringing my eyes away. I'd try and forget about it. I mean, it was normal right? I was sure everyone got butterflies around Alec. That he made peoples stomach twist so much they wanted to throw up.

Thankfully, the opening came to my salvation. God had a feeling I would be needing luck today, and I mentally thanked him for that. First the nervous feeling about going to School and not being able to talk to my friends; and now this... This unpleasant feeling that continued to twist inside me. What the hell was that?!

"What do we have first?" Alec asked, thankfully taking my mind off the whole stomach situation.

"Uh," I had to think for a moment. "Oh god... English,"

"And then.."

"History," I nere enough laughed. Alec flashed me a smile, obviously pleased he would be seeing his number one fan again.

"And after lunch we have Drama."

Yes. I had time to practice with Alec in English; in the same classroom as Nathan, then after filling my stomach and dealing with the fact I wouldn't be sitting with my friends anymore we would go straight to Drama and perform it. Thankfully though, Alec had managed to drill countless lines into my brain. I wouldn't need a script if Miss. Wood or Mr. Herd or whatever teacher it was giving scenes out; allowed me to do the balcony scene. I seemed to enjoy that one most, especially when with Alec. But, I would have to try my best and not laugh.

When we arrived, Ivy's car was there; but the bell had gone so they had probably gone inside. I was seriously in love with God at this point. English class was pretty much the normal routine. Nathan smiled at me, managed to get a high five off Alec as he passed, following me to our seats at the back. They were still going on about Friday and apparently; Brittany was forever boasting at how Alec had taken full pleasure in allowing her to rub herself down him. When I looked at Alec for confirmation, he just scoffed.

Mr. Herd eventually came in, saying his normal 'Morning all, take your seats' and 'How was your weekend.' The usual groan off 'uh-huh' sounded, and the class began.

"Now, I would like one person from each table to come to the front and take a slip from this bowl," Mr. Herd brought out a... Well, there was no other way to describe it. It was a goldfish bowl. Inside the crystal was numerous white slips, all folded so that the inscription within the fold wouldn't be saw.

"When you open them, you will find the scene of which you will be performing in front of Miss. Wood and myself after lunch. The rest of this lesson will consist of your learning your scene and I recomend that you continue learning them through lunch also."

Oh, great. Well, I just hoped one of us had a lucky dip and got the balcony scene. "I will call each table one at a time and the person chosen to come pick a slip will come forward. No one open it until everyone has a slip in their hands. Understand?"

Another groan echoed out. I mentally laughed. Mr. Herd was forever teaching in front of a hard crowd. He started with the front. Protocol. Nathan was the one to get up and pick a slip, and so on and so on.

I leant back into my chair, letting out an exasperated sigh. Alec just merely looked at me. "Would you like me to go up there?"

"Do you have a magical talent next to your paralyzing skills with reading through folded paper?"

Alec let out a low, amused laugh. "Sadly no. But at least you have the most experienced partner."

"Touche," I mimicked in a toneless soprano. Again, all I received from Alec was a little laugh.

"Miss Cullen and Mr... Alec," Mr. Herd eventually called out, I glanced up from my slouched position. Alec was still looking at me, and when my eyes found his; he gave a beaming smile and stood. Well, I take it that he was the one off to get the slip. Oh well, less attention on my behalf. As always, while Alec walked down the aisles of the tables, eyes were on him. I even noticed a few girls on the right side of me bite their lips or their cheeks blush and eyes widen.

Alec dipped his hand into the bowl and pulled out a slip, then casually walked back to me.

When he sat down, he held it with his thumb and index finger only. Probably waiting for me to take it and be the first to open it. I was too busy with my fingers crossed.

'Please be the balcony scene. Please be the balcony scene. PUH-LEASE be the balcony scene!'

"Alright, does everyone have a slip?" Mr. Herd called once the final girl had sat down. He looked around, finding everyone twiddling their paper in their hands. "Okay, now open them. Read the context and one by one, tell me what you have chosen so I can write it down and hand it back to Miss. Wood,"

He with Nathan again. Nathan unfolded the paper and cleared his throat. "Act... Three? Scene one? A public place? A battle between Tybalt and Romeo?"

Mr. Herd made a 'Oooh,' noise and wrote it down on a clipboard. Nathan continued to chuckle with his friends. I supposed; the whole group could get into that one. Next was a girl, shy, by the looks of it, and her friend. She too, looked shy. She let out a shaky breath and opened hers. "Uh... Act four, scene three. Juliet's chamber. The farewell to the nurse." She whispered. Again, Mr. Herd nodded and wrote it down. This continued for several minutes. No one had gotten the Balcony scene. So lets just say my fingers got tighter and tighter as it went round. I wouldn't be surprised of my fingers broke by the end of this.

"Right, Alec," He nodded. Okay, this was the time. The balcony scene was still up for grabs. Lets just hope God loved me still. Alec gave me a smile; which I returned and then closed my eyes tightly. Alec did the same as Nathan, but I figured he just done it to annoy the hell out of me.

Clearing his throat, Alec unfolded the paper, to what I could hear; and spoke. My heart froze in sheer hope.

"Act five, scene three. The kiss and the final goodbye."

Kill. Me. Now.

A/N:

Wow. Wasn't expecting to get those reviews within the same day! Well, here you go. CLIFFHANGER. Muwha.

Again, I've run wild with muse today and ended up writing all the way to chapter twenty three! That's when the real action starts. Now, to tell you or not to tell you what chapter Alec's POV is in... Perhaps I should let you wait with anticipation. What d'you guys think?

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-C.H.