To be fair I've had this typed out for about two weeks, but my shitty computer just decided to spam the blue screen in my face. It's a love-hate relationship we have; I'm working it out with her.

Just a pre-warning, bit of gore, bloodlust, first kill and sexy times. It's going to be messy (hopefully not my writing, rather the content) but I don't specialize in horror so no need to put on nappies. Just putting it out there if you don't like that.

But we're dealing with vampires here, it's gonna happen.

Enjoy.

Wow.

...

Oh, wow.

What is that smell?

I sniffed, my eyes still locked on that hoof print in the soil and I swear I almost came. The scent of fur, muscle, bones and blood gently surrounded me before it felt like it was invading me. It swept up my nose and throughout my body, setting every nerve on fire. It was teasing, probing, edging deeper and deeper inside of me, flicking switches I didn't know I had, set signals off in my brain that I never knew could be triggered, telling me to-

I shuddered violently, the full body-wracking kind, for what felt like an eternity. My feet remained planted on the ground as my whole body shook in waves of I don't even know what, but it felt incredible. I relished in it, like a cat basking in sunlight. Subconsciously I tilted my head upwards, as if I really was sunning myself, a strange sort of smile pulling at my lips.

I could feel myself start to lose any rational sense as I roughly collapsed onto my knees. It felt like I was being told to do it, not because I wanted to or that I had any control. But I did have control, I never felt so attune to my surroundings and myself like I did right now; and I wanted this.

Oh gods did I want this.

I quickly bent over, my face rocking over my knees before halting centimeters from the floor before inhaling deeply through my nose.

"Mmm."

I could feel a light vibration start in my chest as my paling fingers crawled forward and towards the print excitedly. I felt around the slight indent it made delicately, memorizing the size, depth, feel, everything. I took everything in and filing it away. Deeper in my mind I knew that this print couldn't be that old, since it was still there, which sent my heart racing. It was an incredible feeling, knowing that something was about to happen, the anticipation making my hands shake again slightly.

I could feel my mouth start to salivate almost profusely. I wasn't embarrassed at all; I was so lost in my own mind that I couldn't even start to crawl back to consciousness of my other self. It was the best kind of lost I had ever experienced. I was engulfed, there was no chance. I didn't want to leave this.

I kept sniffing, my purring starting to get louder as my hands finally reached a paleness like my mate's. I felt my lips pull back in a Cheshire grin that would have sent anyone running. My fingers started to claw just around the print in front of me on their own, feeling the Earth; sensory overload.

My sight started to fade, and I groaned in anticipation.

Hurry.

It was like being hit with a truck, the smells of the forest amplified a hundred times over, again and again as my sight became clearer and more accurate. I roughly grabbed at the ground, scooping the earth around the print and bringing it up to my nostrils. I sniffed deeply, making my eyes roll and my insides churn.

"Ohhh...mmmm, uggggh." I moaned, the scent even stronger than before if that was possible. I couldn't form a sentence, I didn't even try, my mind lost in this. I had no one to talk to, no one to tell me to stop and calm down. I knew what I was thinking, and that was all that mattered, my senses lashing out and around desperately trying to catch wind. My eyes rolled as I inhaled again, my mind delirious, and my pussy soaked.

The world was dead to me as I fell deeper and deeper in this feeling. This craving rearing its ugly yet beautifulhead with a vengeance. I cried out, a mixture of pleasure and deep, dangerous hunger that felt just so right. The sound soon turning into a body-shaking growl as my throat started to burn, and I swallowed more and more saliva, something telling me that it would help. I wanted it to stop, I thought I didn't know how, but now I just felt so stupid for my previous naivety. It was all so carnal, so natural. I should have known from the start.

The wind picked up only slightly, but it was enough.

I snapped. And it was beautiful.

I shot from the ground like a bullet from a gun and by the next gust of wind I was already half a mile from my house. I pushed off the ground with each stride with such force that debris flew behind me, scattering and flying into trees. I followed the wind like a treasure map, the sating of this burning my prize and desire. I couldn't let this go, I wouldn't. I needed this like I needed air to breath. Even though I was holding my breath often, savoring that mouthwatering aroma, my voice coming out in either a predatory growl or an aroused whimper.

I felt too restricted in my clothing. I felt like my legs could go faster if I didn't have so much material dragging me down, and in one swift movement I ripped majority of the material on my legs clean off. My running never ceased. I didn't trip, stumble, fall, or falter. I just couldn't. Balance and grace given to me in surplus.

I was right, my speed increasing only marginally but it was better. I could feel the wind against and through my legs and I pumped them even harder. The scent was getting stronger. I was getting closer.

So close.

Just a little more.

I soared through the trees, my eyes blazing. I was focused on burning down an oncoming tree with just my willpower, as I knew what was behind it. I could feel what was behind it, my instincts running rampant throughout me, making me snarl with my lust for blood. Yes, blood.

Blood. Now!

I grabbed that tree, the bark clawing into my palms as my nails gouged trails around it and used the momentum as a slingshot.

It hand no chance.

Just as it started to lift its head from the ground at the sound of my snarl, subtlety disregarded, I collided into the deer, smashing its body into the ground ruthlessly. I felt its ribs collapse under my feet in an agonized wail, alerting everything for miles that a dangerous predator was here.

I was here.

I smiled malevolently down at it, my head tilting slightly to the side as I watched it. There was little movement, just weak shifts before they turned into sporadic spasms as the creature went into shock. Then it stilled. I stood above it, watching as red pooled around my feet from a bone piercing through it's chest. It looked heavenly. I licked my dry, dry lips.

My lips pulled back in a silent snarl down at the now dead animal, the scent of its natural life source drawing me in. I dropped to my knees again, my bare knees digging into the animal's chest, which snapped and collapsed under me. My knees became coated in red, hot and slick, like paint.

My upper body swayed in a drunken haze before naturally gravitating towards an expanse of un-bloodied fur. The neck. I whimpered in longing, my teeth aching and pulsing in my mouth like they were about to rip out of my jaw.

I couldn't take it any longer, and lunged.

My instinct was to lower my upper teeth into the dying vein and let the blood flow. But I couldn't, my teeth far from sharp enough, I ended up plunging both sets of teeth as far as I could into the flesh before surging backwards. The skin and gory flesh ripping tendon by tendon away with each snap. My eyes rolled, I was dripping wet as I hurriedly spat out the clump of meat in my mouth. The blood poured from the wound like a river, and I was almost distracted by the dark beauty of it all.

The thought left as soon as it came, and I buried my face deep into the open wound, mouth open and wanting. The blood poured into my mouth, and I started to cry. I felt like I hadn't been fed in years. My hands wrapped desperately around the corpse, bringing it in closer to me, almost protectively cradling it like a child as I swallowed again and again.

And again.

I couldn't get enough.

My tongue shot out as the flow eventually slowed, it prodded deep into the wound and probed searchingly along the destroyed veins, imploring more of this godly liquid to drip into my mouth. I pulled back with a growl, snapping the neck fully in anger. The head fell limp to the ground with a thud, my meal's eyes desperately frozen glaring upwards.

I wasn't quenched, at all. I glared down at the limp body before plunging my fist into the collapsed chest of my disappointing meal. I quickly ripped it out, staring at the quivering innards clutched in my hand quizzically. Really deliberating if I should eat them or not, my head tilting to the side as I sniffed them cautiously.

It's funny how fragile life is.

I ripped them fully away, the body tugging with it until they snapped away before discarding them to the side with a grunt. I cupped my hands, covered in dirt and innards, and gathered blood in my hands before shakily lifting it to my lips. I tilted my head back, groaning as it poured into my begging mouth as well as over my lips and down my chin and neck, soaking my chest. I did it again, in a weird sort of halfway stage of euphoria; I did it from my forehead, letting the blood trickle all the way down my face, catching as much as my tongue could reach. I looked down at myself, my top soaked, my arms covered almost elbow deep, my knees and calves becoming sticky too.

There was just so much. This was so much.

The body was still oozing blood from the chest wound, and I felt the compulsion to continue drinking. Continue feeding. Feasting. I had no complaints, and lowered onto my hands and knees, craning my neck and sipped almost delicately at the inviting hole. The craving just kept coming back, my sips turning into desperate clawing and gnashing in no time as I lost myself over before coming back and losing it again. My face becoming a mess with blood and blissful tears, my hair matted and my clothes ruined.

It tasted so good.

It was too much. It wasn't enough. Soon I moved onto the actual flesh of the animal, it didn't feel as natural, but I was so desperate, my throat a constant reminder as it pricked and begged, and it was this or running to find something else. I started gnawing into the stringy flesh of the thighs, ripping the muscle from the bone when I heard the distinct sound of footsteps. They were the only sound for miles, apart from my feasting, and each step made me wince as twigs snapped and rang through my sensitive ears.

I immediately whipped my head up, growling as I turned to face whoever had interrupted my feeding. I was still crouched over my deer. My kill. I wasn't done, and I wasn't going to give it up.

It was a female; I quickly recognized it as my mate as she stepped quietly closer. I stared her up and down approvingly as I took in her appearance. Her tight, form fitting clothes making my crouched legs shake and my dripping core quiver. Despite the immediate arousal the mere sight of her gave me, I sniffed at her quickly, before turning around and attaching myself back to my meal.

She didn't say anything, but before I could lose myself the footsteps continued.

One. Another, then pause. Then another and another.

Anger flared in my chest when I felt she was too close, ripping my head away with strings of flesh caught between my teeth, I turned again to growled warningly at her. The sound a deep rumble in my chest, louder than necessary. The need to lay down the rules to her overpowering. Her eyes widened disbelievingly, and I cocked my head whilst observing her intensely.

"Mate..." Alice spoke, her crystal voice oddly husky and hoarse, it was like music to my hypersensitive ears and I clenched and whimpered at her term of endearment, feeling so right as I recognized my mate trying to placate me. I purred lowly, understandingly, rougher than when feeding as it tumbled around in my chest like the crest of a wave. She smiled at me; it was coy, like she was testing me. I saw her fangs peek out as she licked her lips slowly; I watched her tongue with rapt attention, my whole body still in shock. I didn't even feel her before hearing her arrival, I was too far gone.

Her head tilted to the side as my hand fisted around the hind leg of the slaughter, it's snapped under my strength like a twig. She didn't know what she was doing to me. Her darkening eyes were staring me down daringly, and I found my legs push me up defiantly. I tilted my chin to her, eyes narrowing as she eyed my face then the mess on the ground.

"You are such a messy girl, mate." She commented, her words a purr as she took in my bloody face and body and soaked clothes. She licked her lips again, eyeing my face and neck like a piece of meat, and I was on the verge of losing it again with that look. Yet she didn't step closer. She stood still, a near domineeringly challenging look on her face.

I remained where I was.

We had what I assumed a stare off, her now black eyes searing into my presumably silver ones. Her smoky make-up made her look like a seductive goddess with her colored red lips and white fangs. I groaned loudly, my head tilting back as my arousal started to overcome the need to feed as I unintentionally broke eye contact. My head snapped back as I heard the most delicious sound in my whole life.

My mate, growling at me.

She lowered to her haunches, her hands dragging through the grass and dirt. I saw the tensing in her muscles and saw the dangerous determination in her eyes. I launched myself at her just as she pushed off.

We clashed like two raging bulls, trying to prove our worth as a boom echoed around the forest. My mate grabbed at my flimsy shirt and span me as I tried to kick out her legs. The material ripped quickly and I was sent hurling into the undergrowth. I skidded, my pride hurt and I pushed off the floor before I even stopped sliding. I saw her blurring towards me, a snarl on her lips that I matched as we came together again.

My sheer strength and weight made us crash onto the ground with my mate on her back. I lowered down, bearing my teeth at her as we growled at each other, becoming increasingly loud before she surged forward and head butted me.

I cried out in pain, hissing and leaning away from the pain as my eyes watered with more tears. I blearily saw her smirking at me, before she pulled her legs up to her chest and kicked me off her. I flew through the air, still managing a small amount of grace. I flipped around; managing to cling to the tree I was about to crash into, before catapulting off. Landing a distance from her, I crouched down ready for another go.

I was seriously starting to get pissed now. My features pulled back into a permanent scowl as I saw my mate start to stalk over to where I had landed. If the casualness of her stride was offending enough, the thought that she believed she had won this already was insult to injury. I wiped the tears angrily away from my eyes, smearing blood and dirt even more over my face and hissed as some got in my eyes. I couldn't appear weak, damn these fucking human tears.

"Aww baby, are you scared of the big bad vampire?" She cooed, arrogantly close to my ear. She bent from the waist, her arse sticking up provocatively in the air as she breathed in my ear a delicious string of heated, aroused pants. I forced myself to ignore them, especially with her next comment.

"My mate, you couldn't possibly beat me. I'm the real vampire here."

I never felt so insulted in my entire life. I knew I wasn't one, I knew! But fuck did I focus on not letting my emotions show. I closed my eyes, reminding myself that she was my mate, I couldn't really hurt her; we were just displaying our dominance.

But I couldn't let it go, in the state I was in it was like a stab at my dignity. It was like I wasn't good enough to be her mate, and she'd just thrown it in my face. Making my instinct swarmed with want to fight back.

Was she ashamed of me?

I was emotionless when she pushed me roughly to the floor. She crawled over me; her tongue licked a rough trail up my neck, removing the drying blood up to my chin in one go. She groaned loudly, obnoxiously. I felt her palm on my now bare stomach, her nails scratching roughly into my skin, leaving swiftly healing tracks on my abdomen.

"You smell heavenly..." She mumbled, her chest vibrating centimeters from mine.

My arm shot out and grabbed her wrist in an iron grip just as she reached the ratty remains of my pants. A rumble in my chest growing as I opened my eyes to see her mocking face smirking at me. She must have realized what she did, as her smirk swiftly dropped and her eyes widened slowly.

"M-mate, I'm didn't mea-" I moved one hand to slowly cup the back of her neck, making her swallow. I looked into her eyes, and smiled silently. She seemed to calm down slightly; at least she knew she insulted me. I could feel my smile melt away instantly.

I pulled my hand away and brought it down into the back of her neck, making her face bury into the earth as she moaned painfully. I got on top of her, pulling her arm behind her back. I forced my knees into her back and she groaned again. I twisted her arm around until she hissed into the dirt, before grabbing the other and restraining it before she could flip us over.

"No." I rumbled from above her, not lowering down to her ear. I wouldn't fool for any of it. She started to struggle ferociously, her hips bucking up and her head swinging back and forth in trying to throw me off. I purred happily as her butt ground into my soaked bottoms and against me. I pushed back into her mockingly. I groaned loudly, my thighs moved so I was straddling her, completely locking her down in place.

"Give in." I commanded, my voice icy to my own ears. But my mate shook her head immaturely. I growled, my arms pulling her wrists around tighter, they would have snapped if she were human. She whimpered quietly. "Give in." I repeated, my voice coming out in a threatening hiss. I heard her growling and snarling quietly, most of the noises muffled by her face in the dirt, making me smile victoriously. I loved the feeling of dominating my mate in strength.

Collecting both her arms in one hand, I leaned to the side of her head and let my other hand lower and wrap around my mate's clothing. She quivered as I ripped away the back of her jacket and top, before snaking my hand to her front and doing the same before returning and letting my hand slide down her body. I deftly undid the tight buttons of her skinny jeans, before forcefully shoving my hand into her panties.

Or would-be.

That is, if she had any.

"Oh. You are so dirty..." I growled in her ear as my fingers massaged the smooth skin of her mound, unbearably close to where I could smell she wanted me despite herself. "Did you do this just for me?" My diamond-sharp voice hissed out, my words biting. "Or was it for someone else?" I questioned darkly, my tips capturing her throbbing clit hard, before pinching harshly. My mate cried out, making my hips sporadically jut out and into her. "We weren't supposed to meet, who were you undressed for?" I ground out, my fingers temporarily halting.

If my mate was having relations with anyone else, I swear I'll kill them. I'll kill them like that deer, I'll kill them then drink them. I'd drain them of every last drop of their fucking blood right in front of her before ripping their head off. I wouldn't let her be with anyone else.

She bucked back into me, whimpering.

"Answer me." I seethed, snapping back out of my thoughts. I was on the verge of fucking her into oblivion, just barely restraining myself. Just barely. I started to breath through my mouth, her dripping scent too distracting. "Answer me!" I barked, squeezing her trapped wrists painfully tight and digging my nails into her hypersensitive skin.

"I was planning on seeing you anyway!" She cried out, a sob escaping from her lips. It wrenched at my heart, but my instincts were too flared, I couldn't find it in myself to forgive her so easily, especially with her stunt beforehand. In the forest though, with both of us almost topless and me oh-so close to finally showing her what I could do, this letting-go of inhibitions and letting the primal, raw emotions soak through; felt just so right.

I didn't have to restrain myself for the sake of my mate's family. Nothing was fake here.

"Oh really?" I queried disbelievingly, my fingers slowly swirling around her throbbing clit once more. I teased her, playing around where she wanted me most, I clawed at her pulsing skin, making her growl out in appreciation, her head curling backwards. I saw the gorgeous expanse of her pale neck, and I started to roughly bite at the skin, pulling it back before moving to a new area of choice.

"Yesss..." She hissed in pleasure. Her body started to shake, so I tightened my grip around her wrists and tightened my thighs. We were not going to have another power standoff. I was tired of this, I needed to feel her, and it was my turn.

I scrapped a nail over her clit roughly. As she cried out I craned my head around to shove my lips against hers as I plunged three fingers roughly into her simultaneously.

Her muffled shriek was orgasmic.

"Mmmmfff!" I swallowed up her out cry greedily, prying her lips and snaking my tongue into her mouth. We battled with our tongues and I plunged my fingers in and out repeatedly, the sound of her juices making me grind into her perky arse like a dog in heat.

The angle was awkward and uncomfortable, but I was unrelenting. The feeling of my body on top of my mates immediately cancelling out any cramping, the dominant mental state being on top gave me was empowering.

My finger thrusts were rough but not enough to damage her, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure that had my mate screaming into my mouth in ecstasy. Her walls were so tight around my fingers, pulsing and squeezing me in deeper into her cool heat. I could feel something give inside her, making me pull away from our furious kiss with equal gasps.

"Are you a virgin, my mate?" She let out a prolonged groan when I curled my fingers against her spongy insides, her knees starting to kick about in arousal. She didn't reply, but she nodded with an unashamed moan. She was lost in her arousal, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

My mate, my beautifully pure mate, and she was all mine. I was her first, no one had tainted her. My chest swelled in pride, before I flipped her over, giving me a look at her beautiful, animalistic face.

Her eyes were bleary, like she couldn't focus on anything; but she met my eyes. "Yes." She croaked, her head nodding faintly, she was lost in her own world. I let go of her wrists silently, and her hands clawed at my exposed thighs. "Please..." She begged. "I need you." Her voice was strangely quiet, like she was suddenly shy. I found myself nuzzling into her neck, breathing in her natural scent greedily. The concoction of her scent and overflowing arousal on my fingers was like a drug.

The air shifted between us as I started to pump into her again, lapping slowly away at her neck. I could see the marks slowly fade away, and I smiled against her neck. A real smile.

I pulled back to look into her eyes. "Look at me." I softly commanded, I couldn't stop the dominant mannerisms from leaking through. I was too far-gone to try. "I want you to look at me, mate." I clarified, as she opened her eyes that were closed in bliss beforehand. "That's it, beautiful eyes." I cooed appreciatively, my free hand cupping her soft cheek.

"You too." She sighed, both of us smiling gently at each other. I lowered the hand from her cheek to rip away the remaining scraps of offending material covering what was mine, revealing her perky breasts to me.

"So beautiful." I mumbled to myself, lowering down to kiss one stiff nipple whilst my free hand went to grab and massage the other. The wetness on my fingers slipping seductively over and around her stiff peak. Her back arched off the ground as I started to curl my fingers once more. "I'm surprised you took three fingers mate." I remarked, my arousal taking over again. "To think you're a virgin..." I stared into her eyes, smirking as she started to pant heavily, her eyes wanting to close but she fought against herself.

"I-I had to... rely on... myself, wh-ilst waiting." She gasped out, her words coming out in the rhythm of her riding my fingers. I smirked again; she was going to be a fun one. " I stopped when... w-hen you were born." She rushed. That was a revelation, and I felt the remaining animosity disappear like the click of her fingers.

"Thank you, for waiting." I huskily replied, staring at her weary eyes before I bit down hard on her nipple whilst pinching the other and shoving my fingers back into my mate. She squirmed against me, but I only thrust into her harder, her cries and pleas spurring me on. I could feel her reaching her edge. Along with her tightening walls and shaking limbs, I could actually feel it.

Our bond. It had to be.

"Alice!" I cried, I could start to feel her own pleasure. I swear it was hers, for mine couldn't just spike like it had. We both growled in unison, my mate; Alice, riding my fingers as I started to hump her thigh desperately. "What's happening?" I asked, scared but not resisting. The feeling was so much, almost too much arousal that it was close to painful. I had already soaked my own clothes, and was now on my way to dampening her own clothed thigh. I didn't fucking care.

Alice didn't answer; she was way too lost in herself. She could only vocalize in the form of hisses, purrs, snarls and growls.

I worked her desperately, feeling like her own fingers were inside me as I rutted against her body, Alice's eyes had long closed, her mouth remaining open as she panted, her fangs fully erect. I stared at them, glistening in her venom. And I surged forward when I felt our peaks and buried my teeth with all my strength into her neck.

If that wasn't too much-

We cried out each other's names, our voices hoarse and animalistic shrieks as we both screamed. Alice's louder than mine as her delicious neck muffled me. I was locked in place as wave after wave surged through us. It was unstoppable, and I felt even more tears start streaking down my face at the thought that finally, Alice and I were bonded.

I didn't even know this as a fact. It just felt right. Something telling me that something huge had just happened.

I rode out my orgasm as she did hers. Ours. Together.

Minutes later, as we finally both started to come down from our high, I vaguely noticed that something was pooling in my mouth. My bite had pierced her skin fully, creating an open wound and now my mouth felt thick and sticky. Before anything could be said, I swallowed it, thinking it as my own saliva, or maybe her own blood. I paid the sharp taste no mind, before finally removing my teeth from her neck and my fingers from her soaked core. We both groaned at the feeling, our voices almost masculine with how croaky they were. I shakily licked at her neck a few times, still blown from everything, and continued till her wound started to disappear.

I pulled back first, pushing up shakily on my arms so I could see her. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked up to me with a lazy smile on her face.

Wow, she's beautiful.

She looked positively radiant, and she was all mine.

Alice, my mate. All mine. I grinned down at her as she cupped my cheek.

"Hey." She greeted, making me laugh. I noticed my voice was still silky smooth just like hers, though still recovering from the huskiness.

"Hey yourself." I returned, where she blinked happily. "You okay?" I asked shyly, I didn't really know what to say. I was still kind of out of it. I wonder if all vampire-human-concoction first times are like this?

"Yeah...you?"

"I am now."

I leaned forward and we shared a kiss, her tongue lazily sweeping across my lips. She froze just after she pushed past my lips with that explorative appendage of hers. Her tongue grazed across the insides of my mouth almost experimentally, before she pulled back. I whined in disappointment when she removed herself fully from me and she stood up slowly. I sat up, my stomach flipping as I saw her beautiful breasts bounce when she stumbled slightly.

Those breasts, they're mine too. Oh yes.

I was confused when the flipping in my stomach didn't stop though. I could feel the blood sloshing around uncomfortably, nauseatingly; I think I had too much for my first time.

I'll have to think about why I'm not really freaked out later. Being human and drinking a living animal dry is definitely not normal without serious internal problems.

"Bella, we've got to get you to Carlisle, can you still run?" I looked up to her face, my vision making her body start to sway. I smiled at her dreamily, in a daze, my insides turning.

"I'm fine! Why do we have to see your-" I stopped when my stomach brought up it's contents abruptly. I quickly moved away from her and whimpered in pain and wretched as blood poured out of my mouth and onto my lap, the smell making me want to puke all over again. "Well, that's disgusting." I remarked whilst rubbing my mouth with my arm, only making the dried blood on my arm flake slightly.

The feeling continued though, as if my insides were twisting; yet I swear I had nothing else to bring up. I started to try making myself sick, normally feeling better when everything was out, but nothing was coming up.

"Bella, please sweetie. Come with me." I agreed silently and moved to stand, only to roughly fall back on the floor when my insides started to burn. It was nothing like the induced pain Alice put me through back in phoenix.

I didn't think it could get worse.

I screamed piercingly towards the sky as my insides started searing and heating up more and more. I felt like my stomach was a sauna, like it was peeling away the insides of my stomach. "Bella!" Alice pleaded whilst picking me up off the floor. I hissed in pain, curling up to wrap my arms around her bare neck, resting my head against her shoulder.

I tried using Alice's scent as a distraction, the scent of our activities thick in the air but fading as Alice sped through the woods without question, making it harder to ignore whatever the hell was happening inside me.

"Mate, stay with me." Alice yelled in distraught as I caught my eyes closing. It was like I was in a cartoon, or a movie; where the character's eyes close and open again until they eventually shut. I smiled gently up at Alice, feeling myself starting to fade away of all things. The heightened senses started to dissipate, which only made the pain worse. I winced, my features pinching tightly and I yanked on Alice's neck, only making my arms hurt against her hard skin. I don't like being this weak.

The pain was spiking again and again, like it was pulsing through my body. It built up, slicking from my stomach back up to my throat and coming out as a strangled cry.

"Bella!" Alice growled, her arms wrapping tighter around me protectively. A constant rumble in her bare chest pressing against mine, only managing to calm my slightly. She was running as fast as she could without jostling me around, and I think I fell even more in love with her; before the pain crept around my chest and a stab proved too much to remain conscious.

A lot happened in this one I think, but it kind of just happened. Could Alice really stay away from her mate if she saw that she was in the middle of the forest, alone?

We got to have the hate-hate part of their relationships soon... :c

But I love angry/vampire Bella. Why should I lie, it's my fooking story ;D

'Till next time.