Author's Note: This is my first Twilight fanfic that I have posted. C/C's welcome. I hope you enjoy reading this fanfiction as much as I enjoy writing it. Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Lucas is my own creation. Please do not take this fic out of this site without permission. Do not copy and say it is your own, that's sad and it'll make you feel very guilty. Please, enjoy my story. ^^
01. The End
"He's back you know," Lucas said as he casually slung his arm around me.
"Who is?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"Oh really? I didn't notice."
"Yea. Right" he snorted.
"I am right," I mumbled.
He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him. He looked at me with his golden eyes, but I turned my face away, unable to keep my façade up under his piercing gaze. He gently placed a finger on my chin and turned my face back to him and he whispered to me.
"I will protect you, I promise that as long as I am here, you'll be safe."
I closed my eyes and nodded. Out of nowhere he tapped me on my nose. Running away laughing he yelled.
"You're going to be late!"
I glanced around the hallway and realized that it was empty. I hurried off to my next class. Biology.
With a curt nod, Mr. Larne pointed me to my desk. I mumbled an apology and hurried to my seat. In my hurry I did not notice my new seat partner. I glanced up quickly and I immediately recognized a long remembered scent. Edward. Of all ironies, we are together once again - in biology. I saw him give me a cursory glance and a flash of confusion mar his features before he turned away.
I turned to face the teacher, mindlessly doodling; wishing for the day to end. A soft voice broke through my mindless musings.
"Hi, my name is Edward Cullen."
I glanced up briefly and nodded to acknowledge that I had heard him. Prompting a reply he continued his introduction.
"And you are?"
I hesitated, perhaps the name - my name - was too obvious. After all it was a bittersweet tribute to the two people I loved the most in the world. Relations none withstanding.
"Alice. My name is Alice Masen."
If my name surprised him in anyway, he did not let it show. He studied me intently for a moment, before glancing away.
"Oh, I see," was all he said.
The rest of the class passed by in an awkward blur.
The moment the bell rang, I shot out of my seat and hurried outside. I knew that my behavior probably seemed insane, but I couldn't stand another minute being next to him. I breathed a sigh of relief as Lucas appeared beside me, grasping my hand.
"Appearances, my dear. Most people can't dart out of their chairs as fast as you," he murmured.
"Not nearly as fast as you," I retorted.
"You couldn't bear it, could you. It doesn't matter now, what's done is done. Let's go to lunch. You have to eat."
"No, I don't actually," I snapped.
"Actually you do, because if your eyes turn any paler they'd disappear."
I groaned and slipped my hand out of Lucas' grasp. Instead I settled on placing my arm in the crook of his elbow.
"You are the strangest," he mused, half to himself.
Like I needed reminding. I wasn't full vampire like Lucas or the Cullens, so instead of having topaz colored eyes, my eyes were a rare shade of purple. Amethyst in color when I was full (human food, blood holds no interest for me), but fade at an alarming rate to a pale grey when I went to long without nourishment. The problem was I really didn't need to eat, so I wasn't aware when my eyes started to fade. So on days that I forget, I got many comments on my odd for choice for contact lenses.
I stuck my tongue out at him as we settled down into our seats. I pulled out a few dollars and mock commanded him to get me some Coke. He smiled briefly, before bowing as he left.
When he returned he tilted his head into the direction of the cafeteria entrance. "The Cullens are coming."
I took the Coke from him, and drank it quickly. I reached for the second and promptly finished that one as well. I flashed my eyes to Lucas for inspection.
"Better," he whispered, "a light purple."
I nodded and closed my eyes. I felt a cold breeze as Lucas sat down beside me. He pulled me close to him, so that my head rested gently on his shoulder. He started to stroke my hair as I lay there with my eyes closed. I smiled a small half smile. I knew that from the outside looking in, we looked like a couple. Rumors had not escaped me, even after eighty years. We are still a topic of gossip at every school we go to. Granted each time it was with a new set of people, and at a different place, but rumors and gossip never got any more creative. 'I heard that they were married', 'They're really brother and sister, but they had to elope…' Each rumor was more ridiculous than the first. Most of the time we encouraged these rumors as a way of protecting ourselves. To ward off any potential suitors. However, there was always the occasional persistent girl who dreamed that Lucas would tire of me. Those hopes were in vain. We've been doing this for so long that we have perfected our art of deception.
I reached up to touch Lucas's cheek. He glanced down at my upturned face and released his fingers from my hair. We both stood up and he took my hand into his as we walked out of the cafeteria together, conscious of all the stares we left in our wake.