((AXEL.))
For winter, it was pretty dang nice outside. The sun was shining, a thick layer of snow covered everything except for the walking paths. Christmas was coming, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood. Things looked perfect, like it had all been planned. What hadn't been planned was the fight Alice had with Seth. It had been something stupid and trivial, but fury had poured through Alice like fire.
Seth had wanted a dog. Any pet, really, but a pet. Since that was kind of a mutual thing to agree on gettin, he had asked her what she thought. Alice had blatantly told him no, without a real reason. It was because she was scared. Thirst still came to her, and sometimes she wondered if she was still a vampire. She longed for the taste of blood, but didn't need it like she used to. Maybe it was because of the two centuries she had spent seeking it, or maybe she was addicted to it. Whatever the reason, she couldn't put up with the temptation of having a pet. It would be too easy to attack. Not that she would do it on purpose, but she wasn't perfect. Seth hadn't recieved an answer to why she didn't want a pet. Alice hadn't told him about all of her vampire-like syptoms. Some of them like her cold skin and color-changing eyes were hard to hide, and he noticed those. She had managed to keep the rest away from him though.
This was unfortunately something she couldn't tell him. She would be too ashamed. It was like she was too weak to remain human for him, and she didn't want to feel like she did when she was a vampire. The lonelyness she endured was extraordinary, and she never wanted to go through that again.
So here she was, in the Hogsmead, just walking around. She looked kept and neat in her dusky grey pea coat and--wait for it--red skinny jeans. Her long, thick black hair was loose around her shoulders, framing her pale white face as it always did. She had gone into one of the bars and bought a bottle of firewhiskey. Sipping on that she meandered down the streets.
Without wanting to, Alice realized that she was lonely. The fight had left her exhausted, but she couldn't return to Seth right now, especially not with the smell of alcohol on her. Being ashamed was one of the things Alice just coudln't handle, and Seth's unending understanding just made it worse sometimes. Turning a corner a figure caught her eye and she very nearly dropped her bottle. Leaning up against whatever building she was near, so shook her head and looked again. The person moved, and she had to jump forward to see where they went. Black hair fell into her face and she hurridly push it aside. The person was still moving. It looked like him. But it couldn't be. He was gone. Dead. Dead a long time now. Long enough for her to marry Seth. And besides the dead didn't--wait, that wasn't true. The dead could come back. She herself was proof of that.
Nonetheless, she had to see if it was him. It couldn't be but she had to be sure.
She pushed ahead, not caring about the people in her way. The red hair was getting farther away, but ever so slowly she was catching up. It was like chasing a d@mned rabbit. They stopped, and Alice did too. There was no on between them now, just empty space.
"Axel?"