you fill my heart.

[alice cullen]

For the first time - in a long time - Alice felt truly exhilarated. Though happiness was an emotion, that never failed to leave her the joy, elation and excitement she felt today could not compare to anything she had felt before. She felt like a kid at Christmas; just waiting to open a present she had been anticipating for days, weeks, even months. Though what she had been waiting for was neither a scooter, nor a new bike, to her it was something far more important. A companion; somebody who she could share her eternity with, and no longer be forced to wonder from place to place all by herself.

Solidarity was not something that really suited the girl; it was something that had been forced upon her, as she had opened her eyes to this life. Of course Alice had met people along the way, though none of them where ones she wanted to know more than an acquaintance. Their love for the kill, not only offended her, but scared her. She felt, if they found it so easy to kill a human, there was nothing to stop them turning on her. So alone she has wondered, feeding only when absolutely necessary. Hating the feeling of guilt after the kill, she felt a monster and being a monster was not something anybody even wanted to be born to be, but no other life had ever been offered to her. It was what she was, and Alice had accepted that in the few decades since she had awoken, and before the vision of a blond gentleman had arrived in her head. However now everything felt like it could change, as she watched the sun rise to a cloudy sky.

As the sun rose higher and higher, it caught her skin making it glitter with its faint glow; however her mind was so fixed on this stranger, that she hardly noticed. Alice was positive on two things, one his name was Jasper Whitlock, and he would be in a diner this afternoon, but the rest was still a mystery, one that she knew would decode upon their meeting. To her so much hung on this meeting, she could feel the future and its possibilities glittered on her mind, as her clairvoyance senses tingled with anticipation. She wished she knew more than he was looking for her, and she intern was looking for him. It did not work well with her impatience, and as she wished the sun disappear behind the clouds Alice half wished she could swap her gift for time travel. As the hours of waiting that stretched before, felt like an eternity.

Running her hands over the grass, she rose with unbeatable grace, and took off at a run. People - or more vampires – that Alice had met in her time, had told her that her movements appeared more like graceful dance movements, rather than their normal simple elegance. She had of course brushed off their comments, not seeing any difference in her movement to hers. However as she ran over the hills, and through the forest avoiding any human path, she felt like she could understand their point. Alice could not help but feel a slight skip in a step that was added itself so fluidly to her normal movements that she could not help but notice her more rhythmical movements. Maybe it is something I could ask him, she contemplated as her pace slowed, for she arrived on the outskirts of the town that held their meeting place. And as her red eyes looked over the place, and images of him popped into her head, so many more questions began to roll across her mind.

Moving swiftly through the town, the rain began. Alice had seen him looking a little damp, so she had known the rain was on its way at some point. However she was not prepared, and her light clothes quickly began damp, before she tucked into the little dinner that was the setting of their meeting. It was nothing special - she had known that - but still it was going to hold a special significance to her, once the sun had set.

Shaking off the little droplets of water that had collected in her messy disarray of hair, she hopped up onto one of the high stools by the counter. Her legs where just long enough that she could rest her tip-toes on the little foot ledge. Alice knew he was near, yet his decision was not final, none of his choices where. Though she had a strong feeling that the weather outside, would eventually lead him to his little dingy dinner. So she took the coffee offered by the waitress - not wanting to look odd - and paid for it with some money she had won off some passing travelers, and waited. Occasionally stirring the coffee with her finger, liking the feeling of warmth it gave her.

[alice cullen]

For months, years even, Jasper had been wandering. He wasn’t really attached to anyone. On occasion he’d meet up with Peter and Charlotte, and Jasper knew he could always return to Volterra. Amadeo certainly wouldn’t argue with it, and even if he did, changing his mind would be an easy task. But still, Jasper had vowed never to go back. That was the past chapter in his life, and he would take no part in it. He was done with that ridiculous war. It was pointless, and had caused him more harm than good. Jasper had gained little from working with Maria. He’d gained eternity…and had been warped into something that only vaguely resembled the human Jasper Whitlock. It was a loss he now mourned. Jasper hoped to change himself. He wanted to find someone, something. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but knew he’d recognize it on sight. It was a very specific need he needed filled. He needed to find a purpose in life, a way to get rid of his depression.

Jasper had been running for several hours when the rain started. He popped the collar of his long coat up, and secured his hat atop his head. As he tore through the rain, Jasper listened to the soft sound of the rain on his shoulders. Once he’d thought it a strange phenomenon, but life seemed to have lost it’s brilliance as of late. The rain, a storm, sunshine, nothing really captured his attention any more. Jasper was a hundred and five years old, and there was little he hadn’t seen yet. Jasper was searching the world for something, someone, anything that was new and different.

While passing a town, Jasper came across a peculiar scent. He knew it was one of his kind…but something about that smell was terribly appealing. He knew that if he kept on running, he would never get it out of his head, that he’d forever wonder who it was…if perhaps this was who he was looking for. But was it safe? The sun was still setting, which left Jasper feeling rather out of sorts. He may have been coming out during the day for years, but that meant very little in the long run. He had been raised not to do it. He was taught to be a creature of the night. Now here he was, running through the forest at twilight. He wanted to find out who it was, but what if they noticed him? There were too many horror stories about vampires floating around. He didn’t want to cause a stir, to be found out. What if word got around to the Volturi? What if he slipped and fed off one of the humans in town? He was hungry after all.

Jasper suddenly turned off his path, heading towards a nearby town, not hardly thinking twice about his decision. He followed the trail of the scent, moving through the grass, the forest. As far as humans were concerned his trip had been made quickly, but to Jasper his legs couldn’t move fast enough. He stopped running in a dark alleyway, then stepped out into the rain, moving at a glacial pace towards a diner. He wanted to run, to move faster, to finally know--

The door creaked open as he moved into the diner, Jasper sniffed. His senses filled with the smell of warm, tempting blood. Laced with that scent, and somehow standing out more to him than any other being in the building, was that scent. The vampire. It didn’t take him long to spot her. Jasper’s eyes moved across the faced in the diner, finally setting on the face of the tiny vampiress he’d come looking for. Her absolute joy was impossible not to pick up on. Jasper found himself smiling at her in turn. This was an odd feeling to him. She had an odd innocent quality to her emotions, raw, just like Amadeo. Jasper felt her joy filling him, growing as his mind played with it, accepting it.

He was still standing in the doorway, not moving, just staring, smiling, breathing in her scent. No one else he spent time around had ever been so thoroughly thrilled with anything before. Jasper himself had never experienced this sort of emotion since he had been changed. Not to this extent. He could feel the eyes on him, but didn’t pay them any attention. Stupid humans weren’t worthy of his time and attention. Jasper moved across the floor, water dripping off his coat, his hat. He was heading straight for the small female. She was staring off around the diner, stirring a cup of coffee with her finger. He found the sight incredibly cute, his smile only grew.

[alice cullen]

Minutes turned into hours, though there was no sign of him. People came and went, and her hope and dreams began to dwindle. Had her visions been wrong? Had they played a trick on her? They where still so new to her, there was no way for her to know if what she had seen was not a day-dream, giving her false hope. Maybe he had just been a mirage, to show Alice her true hidden desires, and that she needed to stop keeping such a guard around herself, and accept more people into her life. Even if their morals did not sit well with her, in that moment, she knew she needed companionship. Solidarity was no longer going to work for her, not after the vision of Jasper; the vision Alice still hoped would come true, even as the doubt set in.

Minutes continued to pass, as the rain grew heavier hitting the window with gusto. If he was coming, it would be soon, before the storm cleared up. Of that Alice was sure; well as sure as she could be, as the thought of the false vision hung heavily on her mind. However Alice refused to give into doubt, so far her visions had had some truth in them, and she hoped that they would not fail her now.

Running her finger around the china cup once more, she heard the ding of the door, and felt the brief flutter of wind around her ankles, before her foresight took over. In that split second, as the door closed and her eyes glazed over making her look like she was day-dream, Alice saw him again. That perfect stranger, with his honey blond hair smoothed back under a hat, and coat intended to keep the rain off his granite skin. He was better than she remembered, and it would be fair to say that if she had a beating heart, in that moment it would have given a slight flutter, as a shiver shot down her spine. For she knew he was standing in the doorway right behind her, the stranger that was meant for her, the one she needed to complete her future.

Turning round on the bar-like stall from which she had been perched, she hopped down and a huge smile grew across her features. He had come just like she had seen all those weeks, maybe months ago, to this dinner. All those emotions Alice had felt as she had watched the sun rise, came flooding back to her as her crimson eyes fell upon his damped figure. He was perfect, and the vision had not done him justice as it had failed to inform him of his perfect scent. And even in this room full of humans, his was scent the most powerful to her sharp nose. His smell made her feel strangely comforted; like a cape that would shelter her from the wind, keeping her safe from catching her death, and never leave her side. In that moment he was all Alice could see, him and nothing Alice.

Taking a split second to breathe in his scent again, and feel its effect run through her senses, she moved straight forward. All Alice wanted now was to make contact with him, to make sure her eyes where not lying to her. Which they hoped they would not, as it would be cruel to take him away from her, especially after she had breathed in that perfect aroma that was his scent. And as she remembered it, and as his features grew sharper, Alice could not help but allow her smile to grow wider.

Reaching in side in a matter of seconds, Alice notice just how tall he was, there had to be over a foot height difference between them. What an odd couple we are going to make, Alice mused looking up into his deep caracole eyes, as they looked down at her. “You've kept me waiting a long time” she chimed – almost sung – in her melodic voice, offering out her hand for him to take.

[alice cullen]

She spun around before he had managed to reach her. For a moment, Jasper was startled. It seemed too good to be true, and his every instinct told him that he was being too trusting. He’d been trained to be cautious, to be a soldier. But this tiny, beautiful little creature broke that in him. She had clearly been expecting him. She was happy, relieved even at the sight of him. That was too unnerving to be at all a relief to him. Jasper’s upbringing had made him the type of person that always liked the advantage. He had been born and raised in times of war. He was a soldier, and had been for decades. Jasper had successfully put himself in a situation in which he could very easily be defeated, and his inner soldier wasn’t all together thrilled with him.

When she sucked in a few deep breaths Jasper smiled again. The act was useless. Usually his kind would focus on scent when they were trying to locate a certain smell; usually a person. He took that simple action as a sign that she felt the same way he did. But he didn’t need physical signs to know that. He never had. Jasper breathed in her scent once more, finding no trouble in ignoring the smell of the humans. His hunger was quite forgotten by this point. Jasper was much more preoccupied with thoughts of this tiny graceful creature, and what thoughts could possibly be floating around in her mind. Jasper had felt like this only once before, and the subject of his curiosity was long gone. Now Jasper’s mind was filled once more with a desire to know everything about the tiny creature before him. She related to him in size as well, but looked so much more fragile than Amadeo had. As much as he wanted to touch her, Jasper was almost afraid of breaking her. Though she was a vampire, she was unbreakable…Jasper still felt as if he would hurt her, scare her off if he touched her.

There she stood before him, more than a head shorter than he. Jasper couldn’t help being amused by the feelings of the humans around them. He and this tiny female were standing in the middle of a diner, grinning at one another like maniacs. Neither had spoken so far, just looked at one another, grinning from ear to ear. A deep chuckle escaped him. She was perfect.

“You’ve kept me waiting a long time.” She chimed in the most beautiful voice Jasper had ever heard. He wanted dearly for her to speak again, to confirm that he had not completely lost his mind. His eyes left hers, traveling down to an outstretched hand. He carefully took a hold of it, not thinking twice before doing it. His head inclined over their clasped hands as his free one reached up for his hat.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” Jasper responded. The hand clutching his hat fell to his side, dripping water on the formerly dry floor. Slowly, he lifted his gaze back to hers, feeling a loss for words. For the first time in centuries he felt as if everything may actually be alright. A strange warm feeling entered him. Hope. It was a feeling that was centered entirely around this incredible female before him. In that instant Jasper knew he’d never let her get away. He had to keep her, it was necessary for himself as well as for her. He could understand her emotions well enough to know that. She needed him the same as he did her. They’d been looking for one another for a long time. Now they were here

[alice cullen]

There was something altogether quite magical about his gentle laugh. His black eyes, strong build and height had looked altogether, quite intimidating at first sight, and without the give of foresight, Alice knew she would have turned and left. However as his soft laugh lit his strong facial features, the effect - to Alice - was altogether perfect. It was so compelling to her, that her sharp pixie-like features contoured themselves further into a smile. Increasing the warm one she was already wearing.

In the moments that followed his light laugh; Alice watched him attentively trying to take every part of him in. Her crimson eyes followed his every movement, as he looked down at her, took her outstretched hand in hi. That moment sealed the deal for her; she was convinced that this hand was made for hers. The electricity Alice felt from his simple touch was undeniable; it was almost as powerful as the sound of his light chuckle. The touch felt like she had signing a contract, one had tied herself to him and him to her. All Alice hoped was that he felt the same way and that it was not just her putting all her hopes, in this perfect stranger who had wondered into her mind, weeks before.

Turning her attentions back to him and his every movement; she was just in time to catch the movement of his spare hand. It was simple gesture he had made, tipping his hat to her. It was a gentlemanly gesture, though Alice was not woman to be wooed, he had her, she been waiting for him for weeks. He could have killed everyone in this restaurant, and she would have probably still have followed wherever he went. As Alice felt an unbreakable connection between herself, and him. One that she had felt slightly in her vision, and one that had developed as the weeks had passed, and final settled in the moment she had laid eyes on him.


“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

His words broke her thoughts, and her reaction was instant. She giggled. The way he reacted to her simple statement, without question, or query about what exactly he was late for, confirmed in her mind that there was some mutual feeling there. It felt like he needed no explanation to why she was here, and why she was holding his hand with a warm smile lighting her face. He knew, as much as she did, why they where both there, why fate had lead them to this spot, and why she had commented on his lateness. All she would do was laughing, it had been her only natural reaction, and words seemed pointless. The actions, movements and words he had spoken where simple, yet Alice knew they would never leave her; they would stay in her mind as a fond memory.

As her short spat of giggles faded, leaving an even warmer smile on her face, she reached up to his hair with her free hand. Reaching it with her fingertips Alice brushed a fallen strand of hair from his eyes, as blocking them seemed wrong to her. She wanted to look at them, she wanted see what he saw, know more about him that just his name, wanted him to answer all the questions that burned on her tongue. However at the same time she did not want this moment to end, she had been denied human contact for so long, that Alice did not want to let it go. Even if she knew that, it was at his side where she belonged. To her standing there in that moment seemed special and Alice was reluctant to let it go.

Though as the few seconds ticked by, the silence seemed strange, and the feeling of holding a strangers hand needed to fade. "Alice" she finally said, knowing that her name was probably the best place to start.

[alice cullen]

Jasper already knew he had to keep her. That knowledge brought this moment into a knew light for him. He no longer looked at it through the cautious eyes of a soldier. The voice of Maria now longer whispered in his ear to get himself out of there. Maria didn’t matter any more, nor did his history. The war was over. Jasper was still alive, and he’d found her. He could almost feel the depression rolling off his body like beads of water. The simple act of looking down into her smiling, crimson eyes made it difficult to remember the dark place he’d been in for so long. It was hard to remember anything, think about anything but the hope that was filling him.

Looking down into her smiling eyes when she giggled brought something strange to Jasper’s awareness. He could feel a connection between the two of them. The bond was so strong in both their minds that to Jasper it was as tangible as a rope bound around their bodies, holding them together. Jasper wished it was something he could let her feel, understand. But his power wasn’t strong enough to impress this upon her. But he knew he never could. It was strange to feel such a raw connection with someone. Jasper had never felt such an instant surety that someone would be so important in his life. No one else had ever made their way so fully into his heart with no more than a smile.

She lifted a hand, brushing a lock of hair from his face, while she glanced up at him with an unfathomable look in her eyes. Once more probing her with his powers, Jasper felt that connection. Curiously he moved along that bond between them, easing closer to the core of this tiny female, the heart of her emotions. The first thing that caught his attention was her curiosity. Usually when one was curious about something it was a very overpowering emotion. Usually it was more prominent. With Alice it was only on the surface. Beneath this curiosity was a surety. Something about this led Jasper to leave she spent little time asking questions. His eyebrows furrowed in question, and he withdrew himself from her heart. “Alice,” Was all she said.

“Jasper,” He responded. That was the first time he’d not introduced himself with his title in nearly a century. He’d always been Major Whitlock. Or Major Jasper Whitlock. He had always made a point of letting people know he was a member of the Anarchist army. But not now. Not with Alice. She deserved only the raw truth from him. He hadn’t a shred of a desire to deceive her. Jasper moved the hand holding his hat to the counter, and dropped it on an empty stretch. Once his hand was free, he moved the limb towards Alice’s cheek. One finger stretched out, brushing the length of her cheek softly. Jasper’s curious frown vanished at the touch. He had wanted dearly to do that since he first saw her. A smile once more touched his lips.

“I have so many questions…” He stated shortly, shaking his head, and moving his hand to once more pick his hat up. Where was he supposed to begin? There was no beginning to the vortex of questions in his mind. He could only dive in to it, but this wasn’t the place for that. Not in the company of so many humans. It wasn’t safe. Jasper looked quickly around them. Most eyes had left the pare, the people determinedly looking away felt almost embarrassed. But it wasn’t as if he and Alice had been fornicating in the middle of the floor. They had done nothing but look at each other, and state their names. Others turned away at his gaze, watching curiously out of the corner of their eyes (these were mostly females).

“Can we go somewhere else?” Jasper inquired in a low voice. He tightened his grip on her hand fractionally, and brushed his thumb across the back of it. His thumb stroked her soft cool flesh from knuckle to wrist then back. His eyes had fixed themselves back on hers, once more getting lost in their seemingly infinite depths

[alice cullen]

"Whitlock" she responded finishing his name, as her lip curling into a smirk. Fair enough she had only given a first name, because that was all she had. Upon waking into this new life, all she could remember was Alice. No surname, no middle name, no guarantee that Alice was in-fact her real name. It was just the first one that had popped into her mind, when somebody had asked. So it was all she had to offer him, she wished she had more. Stories of childhood, loving parents and tales of what she had done in her life-time. However Alice had nothing, just herself and nothing more.

Still watching him with burning eyes, Alice followed his hand to the corner. Where he dropped his hat, and then brought it to her cheek. The touch was innocent, but held so much meaning. It just deepened their already spiraling connection, showing that there need be no words to know how they felt. They just needed each other. Alice could see that in her mind, her visions now felt like she was standing on the brink of something big, and all the while all she saw was her by Jasper's side. Contemplating that thought for a moment, she moved her eyes slowly from her cheek where his finger still lingered, back to his face in time to see a smile light his face once more. It just extenuated the moment, a moment that would go into her memory bank, like so many others that had happened today.

Not being able to help but giggle again, as it felt like he had read her mind. "The feeling is mutual" she smirked, with a little glint in her eye "plus it is handy we have eternity because I have a long list." Though as she spoke, she noticed his attention going somewhere. Following his eyes, to the people around them Alice remembered it was not just them in this perfect moment, there where people watching them, even if it was out of the corner of her eyes. It was not the place to continue their meeting, especially since their question would eventually lead to nature that was not something that needed to be shared, it was time to leave.

Smiling once more as it seemed like he read her mind, she squeezed his hand back, and took his hat out of his hand. Where she played with it for a mere moment, spinning it around on her hand, even contemplating popping it on her own head, however she refraining knowing it would look silly, and lent up and placed it back on his head, where it belonged. “Certainly” she chimed turning towards the door, not letting go of his hand as she moved with grace to the exit. Pulling it open in one swift movement she stepped outside, into the still damp day. "The rain should ease up soon" she commented, before taking off down the road.

It was not pleasant to be out in the rain, with dressed in little more than jeans, a top and a thin jumper. Alice knew she was receiving funny looks from the people dressed in many layers, that where hidden under their coats. However the rain did not affect her, even if it did make her cloths a little uncomfortable, she knew it would soon be behind her as soon. Plus as long as Jasper was with her, it felt like a sunny day to her. Rounding the corner, Alice slipped out of the town over brick a wall, that lead into the felid she had entered by which she had entered. It was the first time since she had taken Jasper’s hand, that she had to let go and she missed the connection, taking it back up as soon as he followed her over the wall. “There is an empty house over the hill; if you don’t mind breaking and entering it looks quite cozy”

[alice cullen]

A wave of euphoria washed over him as she finished his name. She knew him already. It was a fact. Alice had been waiting for him. Somehow, she already knew who he was. It was fait. It had to be fait. That was certainly not something he dared meddle with. Jasper vowed in that instant never to leave her. He didn’t need to know anything more about her than her name. Jasper had been wandering the earth for over a century, and he had never encountered another soul that made him feel so complete. It was as if he’d been walking around without a piece of his soul for his entire existence, and only just realized it. After all, he had never seen his whole self before this moment. Jasper had no way of knowing how much sweeter life could be.

For a moment Jasper wondered if Alice had a surname. What her story was, where she’d been. But he had been around enough newborns to know that not all of his kind was blessed with memories of their human years. Many were driven insane by the pain of the change. Some had to be done away with before their three days were even up. Jasper had seen countless changes. Part of him ached, thinking of the possibilities. If she had no past, Jasper had a good idea of the kind of agony she’d been put through. The agony would have likely started in her human life, only to be intensified by the change. That sort of thing was the reason some forgot their past.

An ache grew in his chest. Jasper continued to stare down into Alice’s crimson eye. Those pools of scarlet were burning with the same intensity as his own. He could feel her curiosity about him, and could well imagine the questions behind it. There was a good chance she was dying to know the exact same things he was. But they couldn’t talk freely where they were. There were humans everywhere, and the way he was feeling could hardly be connected with his human self. Jasper felt an intense vortex of emotion, something that no human would be able to handle. He’d never felt less in touch with his human self; never felt more whole…

His eyes had fallen on a crimson faced teenager when Alice giggled. Jasper’s eyes darted back to her face. Her eyes were alight, radiating her amusement. Jasper watched in silence as she squeezed his hand, and reached for his hat. For a moment he thought she may put it on her own head, but she didn’t. Alice placed his hat back atop his head, before stating her agreement with his proposition, and propelling him towards the door. They moved slowly to the edge of town, hand in hand, both ignoring the incredulous stares they were getting from other pedestrians. Jasper watched Alice out of the corner of his eye the whole way through town. Once they stopped walking, he turned his full attention to a large brick wall that encompassed the town they were in.

Quickly Jasper followed her over the wall, feeling oddly alone without her tiny hand to fill his own. The instant his feet touched the ground, she was reaching for him. He nodded dumbly at her suggestion that they break into an empty house just over the hill.

“That would be fine.” He agreed shrugging lightly. Working under Maria, Jasper had done far worse than break into some abandoned house. The thought didn’t hardly phase him. Jasper stepped ahead of Alice, pulling her in the direction she’d suggested. His feet moved faster than any humans, spurred on by eagerness to finally stop the tedious task of moving to a more secluded area.

Once they reached the house, Jasper’s free hand curled around the door knob, and twisted it. He didn’t appear to use any force, but still he didn’t appear to meet any trouble with the task. There was, however, the faint sound of the lock breaking. Jasper dropped Alice’s hand, and stepped aside, holding the door open for her, acting as if the two of them had every right to enter someone else’s house.

[alice cullen]

For the first time since Alice had awoken, she had somebody else to think for her. Not that she was not capable of thing for herself, in her years she had learnt the ways of this world, but it was not something she necessarily liked. Making choices - however much her visions helped - seemed like such a lonely thing to do, and often wished for input even if she would not agree with it. In a way it all came down to have somebody to talk to, that company she had always denied herself yet secretly desired. However now Alice had somebody too follow; somebody who was not a vision but a human who seemed to trust her entirely. Even as she commented on an empty house, pointed in a vague direction. He trusted what she said without question, even taking the lead as she moved along beside him, positive and curious emotions radiating from her.

Approaching the house Alice never even contemplated the different ways she would break in, without being detected. There was one clear option, and she was as happy as ever to stand aside and let somebody take action, while she watched. Which she did, not breaking their connection, Alice watched Jasper pop the door open with no more effort that opening a Jam jar. “Thank you” she smirked, doing a mock curtsy to mirror his chivalrous act, of holding the door open for her. A door to a house, that looked like they could own by their actions by the door, rather than one they where breaking into. The thought of it all made Alice laugh lightly, as she danced through the door into the lobby of the house she had seen as vacant.

Running a keen eye over it, she was surprised what the family had managed to do with the obviously low income. In was not a grand house, but from the toys tucked away it was obviously a family home, and in-turn it had a rather cosy feel to it. Finished of her quick assessment, she turned back to Jasper who was standing just behind her. “One of the older children looks about my size, and these clothes are not comfortable damp, I am going to see what I can dig up” Alice sung in her melodic voice, before she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and disappeared off up the stairs.

It did not take her long to locate the wardrobe of clothes she was looking for, as not only was she moving at vampire speed, but it was the only one of the three rooms that looked like a girl occupied it. Zipping inside Alice skipped straight to the dresser, and began her search. Most of it was not to her taste, actually all of it was fairly to plain to her, but it was all she had. So picking the best thing she could find a cute dress that fanned out at the skirt, and a greenish cardigan she headed back to the man that was waiting for her downstairs. Knowing that she would return it before she left, when her own clothes where dried.

Appearing at the top of the stairs, changed and with some dryer clothes for Jasper she smiled at the vision of him. It was strange for such a creature like Jasper, to have that kind of reaction on her. Alice normally shied away from other vampires, and tended to find some company in humans. For though she thirsted for their blood, she had learnt some control over the years, and so was able to spend sometime with them. Knowing that if they where to make any move that would lead to her loosing control, she would see it, and leave in a flash. Now however Alice could not help but feel comfortable in this man’s presence, and slightly miss it when it was taking away from her. It was a weird reaction for her to have with anybody, and not one she had ever really experienced before. Though now it was there, she knew it would be hard to let it go.

Closing the small space between the stairs and Jasper, Alice passed him the dryer clothes. “I don’t know if they shall fit you, but I thought they might be a little more comfortable than damp clothing” Alice smiled, shrugging lightly before turning on her heal and heading into a small room off the hall. Where she settled down on the sofa, to wait for Jasper to join her, which she hoped would not take to long. There was so much to ask him.

[alice cullen]

The pure, innocent joy that radiated from Alice was enough to keep Jasper at ease around her. He couldn’t help but trust her. No one that felt that way could have any hidden intentions. If she was plotting something Jasper would know it…the details would still be foggy, but Jasper would know enough to get away at that point. Not that he expected any such thing from Alice. She seemed too pure for such a thing. It was hard to imagine someone like her being eternally damned, being anything less than whole and perfect. The idea of her being anything less than whole, perfect and happy was enough to cause Jasper physical pain. He didn’t need to know more than he did to know that so long as she was I his presence he’d do all he could to make sure Alice was content with her life.

Jasper smiled at the simple act of her curtsey. He knew Alice had been raised in a different time than he had been. She wasn’t use to the strange social customs he was. Still, he was warmed by her slightly teasing response. Alice didn’t know how old he was…she had no way of knowing he’d been raised to be a gentleman…but still she went with the act that quickly growing so out of date in this era that it was laughable. Of course holding doors was still semi-common, but it wasn’t expected as it had once been. Men were much different than once they’d been. Jasper had watched the rapid decline in manners over the past century, and was mildly disgusted by it. His disgust was gone in the amount of time it took Alice to laugh, and dance ahead of him into the abandoned house.

It was impossible to resist. His dark eyes wandered over the back of Alice’s petite figure as she moved gracefully into the house they’d successfully broken into. After his brief moment of admiration, Jasper took in the image more fully. He was following a woman who was, in reality, a complete stranger into the house of a stranger. But somehow Jasper knew she was more than just some chance meeting. She would be more than the girl he met in the diner once upon a time forever. Perhaps some day he’d be following her into a different house, their house. What a silly thought.

Smiling, Jasper walked over the threshold, and closed the door behind him. He moved at a human pace, taking in the moment, missing nothing, taking nothing for granted. Almost before he’d gotten a chance to catch up to Alice she was at his side, explaining that there were dry clothes her size in the house. He made a mental note to ask her about that, and watched her retreating figure with a content smile. He could still feel a phantom of her lips on his cheek. It was such an intimate touch, and they had only known one another for a matter of hours. Was it possible for it to feel so right?

While Alice was searching the house Jasper looked around. It was a simple home, and modestly furnished but Jasper had been raised in a similar setting. He was far more thrown off by finery, and the display of one’s money. It was easy to imagine that this home was his own…despite the heavy scent of the humans that lived there.

The return of Alice didn’t go unnoticed. Jasper turned towards the stairs to find her at the top, watching him meander about the living room. She wore a green sweater, and a fresh dress that fit her nicely. In her hands, however, was another set of clothing. Initially Jasper ignored the second set of clothing, and once more delved into her heart, using that connection between them as a guide. It took no thought, usually Jasper had to concentrate to tune into someone else’s feelings, but already, after so short a time, he was already in tune with Alice. He could feel the depth of her feelings for him, and could name them despite her lack of understanding of what was going on. He smiled up at Alice as she closed the space between them, offering him a dry set of clothes.

“I don’t know if they shall fit you, but I thought they might be a little more comfortable than damp clothing.” She pointed out, then shrugged lightly, and headed into the room behind Jasper. He glanced over his shoulder at Alice as she perched herself daintily on the couch, once more smiling, still in awe of this whole situation. It was surreal, it didn’t seem possible that something like this could happen to him. Quickly, Jasper darted into another room, and changed his dirty clothing for the fresh pair in his hands, the one Alice had collected for him. It was a simple outfit, but Jasper could well imagine it was the best this family could afford. After glancing momentarily down at himself, he moved over to his own pants, and fished around in a pocket for a moment. He had little money, but usually Jasper would take it off his victims…they had no need of it, and he did need clothing after all…he hid a few of the larger bills in a drawer, then moved back into the front room where Alice was still waiting for him.

Rather than seat himself next to her, Jasper knelt down on the ground in front of Alice, and stared up into her crimson eyes. His hands rested lightly on her knees while he sorted through his thoughts, trying to settle on a question to start with.

“How did you know I was coming?” He asked her after a moment, deciding to start with the beginning was probably a good idea. “Don’t think I’m complaining, because that most certainly is not the case. I know you are filled with this sense of surety…you doubt yourself rarely…but how did you know I was going to be there?” Jasper asked her, noting mentally that he’d just given the longest speech in her presence since they had met three hours before.

Knowing how little the two of them spoke was almost laughable in his mind. Their life would be filled with much silence, if they stayed together. But Jasper would never ask for anything less than what she had to offer him. Their silence was comfortable, even now, they understood each other in a way no other could. That kind of connection didn't need constant conversation to simulate it.

[alice cullen]

Like herself, Jasper was not from her side for long, disappearing into another room to get changed. For though he wore a jacket, it was obvious that the rain had soaked through, so Alice was glad she could offer up a fresh pair of clothes for him. It made her feel like she was repaying him in some way for his trust, not to mention it was the first real act of generosity she had grant in her life time. It filled her with a warm glow, to see him as he walked back into the room, clean and dry. He looked perfect, like he had stepped of the cat-walks in Paris into this rather plain living room. And while Alice knew this had something to do with the fact he was a vampire, and everything she had been looking for – even if she had not realized she was looking for it – but she could not help but notice the clothes she had quickly picked out for him really worked. Maybe I have some talent in this area she mused to herself, smirking lightly.

Presuming that he would join her on the sofa, Alice tucked her legs up to make room for him. However he took her off-guard and knelt in-front of her. This suited Alice just fine, as for the first time since they had met she was able to look him in the face. Which was really saying something for their height difference that she had to sit on a raised surface, and him to kneel on the floor for them to see eye to eye. But it was something that Alice already liked about their pairing, it was quirky, and ever since she had woken up in that wood alone something about the slightly weird and wonderful things in the world, always attracted her. So their height difference was just another thing to add to the pot.

Alice listened intently as he spoke, as she knew what he was planning on asking her, she allowed herself to get lost in his voice. It was strange to hear him speak for an extended amount of time, as so far she had only got little snippets of it here and there. But as he sat there, looking right at her, she heard his voice properly for the first time. It was such a calming, smooth, charming voice, but yet it had a hint of authority around it, like he could command a whole army, as easily as Alice could clap her hand. She really could not help but get slightly lost in the feeling of it, as if his emotions where emitting through his voice.

Biting lightly on her bottom lip, Alice paused for a moment to think about how she was going to phrase her response. Had he heard of vampire gifts? Did he himself have one? Was he going to think she was a freak for having one? Suddenly questions started to pop into her mind, and she was in two minds on how to spill the beans, however her visions assured her that nothing she could say would freak him out. He was there, and he was not going anywhere, so Alice lit up as she began to explain, as she was rather proud of her little talent. “Well…you know how some vampires have certain powers, I can see the future. I am not really sure how it works; the gift comes and goes, but you where my strongest vision so far. I saw you in that diner, a couple of weeks back, and knew I was meant to meet you. Jasper Whitlock” a smile played on his lips as she spoke his full name for the first time.

Finishing Alice pondered quickly over what he had asked her, and something did not quite make sense to her. I know you are filled with this sense of surety. Opening her mouth to ask him, she quickly paused, closing her mouth and rubbing her stone lips together. “You can read my emotions?” Alice questioned, sure that she had cracked at least some mystery about the man sitting in-front of her. He made a little more sense to her, as she added in his potential gift. They way he was able to trust her, the way he was able to similar her emotions, and know as soon as he saw her that there was something different about her feeling towards him than another nomadic vampire.

Smiling lightly at the slight sense of achievement, that she might have figured out a slightly clue about him, Alice let her eyes wonder over his appearance, once more. Starting at his hair, then to his dark eyes, his cute pout lips, sculptured chin, strong frame and long legs that where bent back to support his weight. Though as let her eyes wonder back up to his angelic face, something on his wrist caught her eye. It looked like a little dent in his skin, and it was caught the lamp light next to them both. Leaning forward, curiosity taking the better of her, she lifted his arm up onto her lap, where she could examine it closer.

Running a little finger over it, the first thing Alice noticed was the difference in temperature between the little circles to the rest of his skin. It seemed so imposable that could some could be colder, than his skin. Looking closer, Alice noticed there was another one next to it, then another and another. Pulling his sleeve back further, and further she could not mask her surprise and curiosity as she saw his arms where littered with them. “What happened to your arm?” she asked bluntly looking up at him through the corner of her eye, as she ran her fingers over the little circles marked on his arm.

[alice cullen]

It was clear that Alice was very intently listening to his every word. Of course, Jasper was quite accustom to people hanging on his every word. Failure to do so for some could result in their death. However, Alice was safe from any such fait. It was nice to know she was listening because she truly cared, rather than because she feared him. It caused that warm sensation in his chest to grow. Jasper raised himself into a much less restful kneeling position, so his eyes were nearer Alice’s level. He wanted dearly to reach out and pull her into his arms, lose himself in her touch, but her refrained. Jasper had been raised in a time when being alone with a female like this was improper. They were already treading dangerous ground by being where they were. He wasn’t going to push things with Alice too much. She was too perfect to risk it.

“I do know that some vampires have special powers. But I’ve never come across one as unique as that before.” Jasper responded. Most gifts had to do with emotions, or thought process. There were very few powers he’d come across that were so…unique, so powerful. It was incredible to him that such a small, and seemingly innocent creature could possess such a power. A grin touched his lips when she said his name, that she’d seen him, known he was coming--

“I was only coming because I could smell you. I was curious…I guess we were both looking for something. But I’m glad that it led me to you.” Jasper confessed. It was so unlike himself to be so forward, or sappy. He was the closed book. He was Major Jasper Whitlock, he had led several armies of newborns, fought in two wars…he wasn’t the one that fel for the girl, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. But here he was. Kneeling down in front of Alice, grinning from ear to ear, and feeling something he’d never felt before…not in these quantities.

Her question startled him. She picked up on his power much more quickly than most did. Usually it took someone a long time in his presence before they noticed anything. But he hadn’t exactly been trying to hide it. It had likely been his own comments that gave him away. Jasper felt along the bond between them, and centered his thoughts upon the emotion feeding the bond, the one that seemed to have Alice completely confounded. Jasper fed the emotion with his own, making it grow within Alice until she couldn’t ignore it. He knew what the feeling was. He had no question in his mind about why he felt this instant connection with Alice. It was love that had them so tightly bound to one another. Of course he did want to know how they felt this way after so sort a time…but he liked it. It was a pleasant feeling, even if it was rather consuming. Jasper didn’t at all mind feeling vulnerable around Alice. She returned his love…she likely didn’t know it yet…but it was there, growing. She wouldn’t leave his heart to rot.

“I’m an empath, yes. I can also manipulate your emotions.” Jasper responded, wondering if she’d even realize it was him that had filled her with that unknown emotion. Had she led such a lonesome life? How could one not recognize love? It was one of the first things Jasper had learned to detect upon becoming a vampire. If Alice didn’t understand love, he would just have to teach her what it was. “My influence can only last while the subject is in my presence though, and even that is dependant upon the host.” Jasper explained. “It doesn’t work the same with everyone. Some can resist my powers more than other. I met one man in Italy nearly seventy or eighty years ago, and my power ended up being my downfall. I could hardly do anything to him. He used my power to drain me.” Jasper explained, his thoughts momentarily drifting to Amadeo. He didn’t often think about his tryst with the little vampire, and was a little worried about how Alice would react to it. But he knew he had to tell her at some point.

He was distracted from his thoughts when he realized Alice had caught sight of one of the scars close to his wrist. He wanted to pull his hand away, and deny the whole thing. Jasper was almost afraid of letting Alice see the truth of his past. He wasn’t exactly proud of what he’d done, even if he had learned a lot from it. Jasper had gained no fond memories form his time in Obion, and no friends either. All he had to show for himself was some knowledge on combat, and countless scars. He knew what she was looking at when she pulled his arm into her lap. So rather than examine his scars as Alice was, Jasper watched her face, keeping her emotions close to himself as he did. He was using his abilities to gauge her reaction in every way he could.

“The same thing that happened to the rest of me.” He responded in a hollow voice. “My arm is nothing. My chest is the part that took the brunt of it.” Jasper continued honestly, pausing a moment before continuing. “I was a Major in the confederate army when I met three women. I’d lost my troops on patrol one night, and they found me. All three of them were vampires. One of them changed me--forgive me if my assumption is wrong, but you don’t strike me as very old to this life…I’ve been around my fair share of newborns, and there is something about the way you feel…it’s raw…it’s--” His voice broke off. It was impossible to put into words. “But if I’m right you wouldn’t have heard of the war a few decades back.” He explained.

“The woman that changed me was named Maria. Maria was the leader of an army of newborn vampires. She was raising her army to fight the Volturi, which is unheard of. She changed me to be the leader of them. I was responsible for changing and disposing of the newborns when they were no longer useful to us. I also trained them…anyways. My tasks were numerous. Maria liked me, and I was brought into her confidence very quickly. I spent most of my time around newborns, often fighting with them and such. My scars are from their bites. I don’t know if you’ve been bitten by one of our kind before…but it’s only our venom that can leave a scar like that.” Jasper explained slowly, patiently.

For a moment Jasper considered stepping back, showing her his chest, where a large portion of his flesh had been torn away by a particularly angry female…that one had been the worst…and was one of his first injuries. He’d taken his time torturing her for that foolish act…that memory took him off guard. Jasper tensed slightly, and looked away from Alice, his dark eyes falling to the ground between his knees. He had to force himself to meet her gaze once more.

"Do you still want me now that you know the truth of who I am?" He inquired. Perhaps she didn't fully know what he had done. Jasper and anyone he cared for would likely be in a heap of trouble of the Volturi ever realized he was one of the vampires responsible for the rebellion in Obion. Jasper had no doubt he, Maria, Lucy, and Nettie had caused them decades of work. There was a good chance they were still working on it...getting herself involved with him was very possibly a death sentence. Jasper could never return to Italy, not only cause Amadeo may never let him leave...but because the Volturi may kill him if they saw his face again...

[alice cullen]

Unique, Alice loved the sound of that. She was very proud of her give – even if it was very temperamental – she still loved it, and the help it had been in her life was immense. For the first years of her life, it had thought all laws of her kind, and in the years that followed it had helped her stay undetected, not to mention it helped her win some money. However she had always supposed that somebody out there somewhere would have a gift similar to hers, if not exactly the same. Though to hear it from Jasper’s lips, that he thought her talent was unique, it made her glow with pride.

“I guess we were” she responded in a little more than a whisper, as her mind contemplated the whole scenario. The whole thing was so much down to fate, it shocked her slightly. Alice had had so much faith in her visions; they had served her so well in the past. But to know that their meeting had determined on one little chance, that she was enter the town in certain way, well it unseated her faith in her vision’s slightly. Alice had always assumed that what she saw was going to happen, no matter what she did, what she saw in her head was going to be the end result. However Jasper’s words had put a kink in her beliefs, though as she caught his smile Alice all the worries seemed to fade away. “I am too, for a moment I worried you weren’t coming…but you did” she grinned from ear to ear, feeling a new sense of relief for knowing that he was glad that she was in his life, because she was certainly glad he was in hers.

Looking into his eyes, with this new information, her mind contemplated on one thing. Did she love him. Alice knew she cared for him a lot, and there was some special connection between, she had known that from her vision. However love was not and emotion she knew, or had even felt. Living a life where she had kept everyone at arms length had made it to feel any emotion but caution. Though as looked into his dark eyes, Alice knew caution was not an emotion she was ever going to feel with him, through her eyes he looked like he had a warm protective glow about him. And even though she knew he was the same as all the other she had avoided, something about him – to her – was different. Whether that was love or not she did not know, all she knew is that she would find it hard to part herself from Jasper.

Alice raised a quizzical eyebrow as Jasper went into detail about his power, it seemed so intriguing to her. It was not an obvious power, however never-the-less extremely powerful, certainly more useful that her temperamental visions. “So” she began in her sing-song voice “if you, lets say wanted to make me feel angry, you could do that, only if your gift worked on me? Interesting” smirking on her last word, she reached forth her hand and brushed her hair off his face. It was a small gesture of warmth that she felt compelled to do, as a form of comfort at his sign of this small hardship.

In the corner of her mind Alice caught Jasper contemplating pulling away from her, though it only made her even more inquisitive. She was fairly new to this life, and had so much to learn. Normally she was too scared to ask questions, however Jasper was different to the rest, Alice knew he would never hurt her, the only plans she could sense from him where protective ones. So she felt no fear in asking something quite so personal.

As he started in a hollow voice, Alice eyes widened, moving quickly to his chest before back to his angelic face. It was hard for her to imagine this perfect gentleman to be deformed, scared, and maybe even mutilated in any way. He seemed just as perfectly sculpted as she was, and she as felt his hands it only seemed to true what he was. Shock stole her emotions; as she listened to him carry on, her thoughts still lingering on his chest, even considering touching it thought she knew that was insensitive, and merely nodded when he referred to her being fairly new to this life, as no words would come to her mouth. She was still in a slightly shocked about his tarnished chest, though soon that vanish at the mention of a war.

Instantly her attention was brought straight back to his voice, his face, and his lips. Alice had never heard of a war, she had heard of nothing he mentioned. In passing some people had taunted her; threatening her with something they called the Volturi. However Alice had never seen anything by the name of ‘Volturi’ coming her way, so she had put it down to a myth, some folk tale intended to scare her. However hearing Jasper mention them, and army being raised against them, they seemed only too real once again. “Volturi, what exactly is that, nobody ever explained them” she whispered, looking straight at him as the truth behind his scars left his lips. In that moment she realized she knew nothing about this world, and felt naive compared to him. That and foolish for thinking her life had been grave, when he had to go through this, Alice’s only wish was that she could have been there with him, been some help to him.

Instantly her attention was brought straight back to his voice, his face, and his lips. Alice had never heard of a war, she had heard of nothing he was talking about, he was right it was all new to her. Of course in passing some people had taunted her; threatening her with something they called the Volturi. However Alice had never seen anything by the name of ‘Volturi’ coming her way, so she had put it down to a myth, some folk tale intended to scare her. However hearing Jasper mention them, and army being raised against them, they seemed only too real once again. Images of crusaded against some vampire god, shot through her mind. “Volturi, what exactly is that, nobody ever explained them” she whispered, looking straight at him as the truth behind his scars left his lips. In that moment she realized she knew nothing about this world, and felt naive compared to him. That and foolish for thinking her life had been grave, when he had to go through this, Alice’s only wish was that she could have been there with him, been some help to him. It felt wrong to her to hear that he had had a life before her, one that she was not apart of.

Patently Alice watched him as he looked away, as her instinctual emotions began to fade. Looking at his broken face, his broken past, only these feeling she had for him grow. They had both had rouch life before each other, him more than her. However Alice knew that her life was going to be improved with him in it, and she only hoped that the feeling was the same for him.

“Fool” was her only response, as she moved her legs underneath her, mirroring his posture as it allowed her to move nearer to him with not much effort. Which she did; supported by her legs Alice leaned forwards and rested her forehead on his. “Major Jasper Whitlock you are stuck with me, you could kill my mother – if I had one – and I would still follow you. I have been waiting for you for weeks, do you think your past is going to scare me off? Because it certainly won’t, like I said you are stuck with me” she whispered, looking down at him kissing him lightly on the nose, as smiple smile playing on her lips

[alice cullen]

Japser felt Alice’s quickly shifting emotions. He smiled at the pride that swelled within her at his comment about her gift. Her gift was incredible. Jasper wasn’t sure how her visions worked…if they were set in stone…it would make sense that visions would change as rapidly as one’s mind did. Even so, he thought it was incredible. She had a completely unique, and incredibly strong power. How one gained a power like that was beyond Jasper. Had she always had some talent for telling the future. Was she a gypsy before being changed? A shift in he emotions brought his thoughts to an abrupt halt. He felt a tiny bit of doubt creep into Alice. Even though her doubt vanished when she met his eyes, Jasper still worried about it. The doubt was still there, festering. His eyebrows furrowed together as he used his powers to extinguish the doubt. She had no reason to worry about it. Her power was incredible, just like her, an Jasper would never let her think otherwise.

“I can make you feel anything I want…so long as your susceptible to it, and so long as I’m strong enough to keep it up.” He responded, before giving Alice a brief history of his. She didn’t look away from him while he spoke, and when he was done, she smoothed his hair from his face. Jasper leaned slightly into her hand, wondering what he’d ever done to deserve someone like Alice. He felt her emotions temporarily dissipate. Jasper’s eyes furrowed together, watching her face as she seemed to be lost in thought. He couldn’t read her emotions for that moment. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but assumed it had something to do with her power. Had she just seen something? Before inquiring about it, Jasper explained his history to her. He saw her crimson eyes widen while emotions such as shock, and pity washed over her. He didn’t miss her eyes glancing down towards his chest, then back to his eyes.

Jasper still wondered what she had seen…if that was indeed what had happened. But his questions could wait. He was stating her curiosity before tending to his own. Her eyes snapped back to his, her attention apparent as Jasper mentioned the war. Her first question was about the Volturi.

“The Volturi are a family of Vampires, the largest, and oldest in existence. They are as close to a royal family as they have. The Volturi live in Italy…they have around fifty people in their family, most are members of a guard, protecting the three main, oldest members. The three Volturi brothers founded the entire coven. Others have simply joined them over time.” He explained. “They are the ones that make sure our kind keep our secret hidden. They punish the rebels and such.” That was a good enough summary wasn’t it? The Volturi were a complex body that was difficult to explain. Alice could only fully understand them if she visited Italy, and lived with them for a short while as he had.

“Fool,” was her short response to his question. Before speaking again, Alice removed herself from the couch, kneeling down in front of him. He was still about a head taller than her. Jasper relaxed his posture, resting his weight on his heals, bringing her face to eye-level. Her face moved towards his, her forehead resting against his. Jasper breathed her scent in deeply as spoke, her sweet breath washing over him. A smile touched his lips as she told him he was stuck with her. She was going nowhere. A small, playful smile was playing on her lips as leaned forward, kissing the tip of his nose lightly.

It was a simple gesture, playful, sweet. Jasper couldn‘t help but smile at her. He lifted his hands, pressing each lightly to a different cheek, his thumbs stroking her soft flesh gently while he stared into her eyes. It wasn‘t common for anyone to feel this sort of connection so quickly. Few people could feel this level of commitment to someone they‘d only known for a matter of hours. But he did. Feeling that love, that connection swelling in his chest, Jasper released her cheeks, sliding his hands down her arms, then curled his fingers around her tiny waist. He knelt before Alice for a moment, staring into her eyes, a slight smile touching the corners of his lips.

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you for a century Alice. You may think it’s you forcing yourself upon me, but I’m not letting you go anywhere.” He leaned into her, touching his lips briefly to hers. “Your mine now little vampire.” He whispered into her soft, cold lips, then kissed her again, this time not breaking the contact so quickly. He was, of course, shocked by his own actions. Jasper wasn’t one to be so forward. The only time he’d done something like this…something so spur of the moment, so bold, had been when he first met Amadeo. He knew why that had happened now…and this moment couldn’t compare. Not in the least. He had felt something for Amadeo, but it wasn’t love. Both of them were lonely, and Jasper’s emotions were feeding greatly off Amadeo’s lust for him. Everything he felt this time was purely himself. Knowing that Alice returned his feelings was only the cause of comfort, easing the instinct to run, and keep his guard up. Jasper felt free, and more like himself than he ever had before.

[alice cullen]

“Oh” she whispered, her lips holding the ‘o’ shape long after the words had escaped her lips, as her mind contemplated the Volturi. The first thing that struck her; was the idea of the vampire’s being a family, or looking at them-selves that way. Alice had never meet a coven bigger than three, and that was only once, it most mostly one and twos. Though the thought of their being a family, with around fifty other vampire’s acting as their guards, it made her feel slightly intimated. Who wouldn’t? she mused silently in her mind, though as her hands grazed his arms, and the reasons behind his marks came back to her mind, she realized who had stood up to them. Jasper; suddenly compassion swept over her once more, wishing there were words that could express her feelings. Though as she opened her lips, nothing came, nothing needed to come she knew only too well now, that he could feel every emotion that was running through her body, so her words – however much she wanted to word them – where unnecessary.

Bringing her lips away from his nose, Alice took in his scent. It seemed all the more potent now that she was this close, rather than the height or intrigue getting in their way. Though as he eyes met his, and she caught his lips twitch into a smile, the effect was overwhelming. A compelling feeling rose within, was it love, or lust, Alice did not know but she knew she never wanted to move. It felt like a moment from a movie scene, not something from her lonely life. Everything about this moment, this contact, and his power reassured Alice that she was made for him and him for her. There was not doubt left, just him.

Welcoming his touch, Alice brought her hand up too his wrist, pausing it there as she stroked his scars gently with her thumb. In that moment, as her eyes hit his with more intensity due to his embrace, the feeling it her gut rose. It was as if his touch was transmitting his emotions through to her, making her feel what he felt, and it was exactly the same as the emotion that was running through her system as she met his eyes. So the only natural reaction was for the feeling to grow, and become more familiar, it was love or as close to that emotion she had ever felt. Alice knew what is was to like to like somebody, to see them as a friend, but this was on a whole different level. She knew that with one look in his dark eyes, and one simple touch of his hand. Though she was not able to realize that feeling; until he held her in this embrace and his eyes burned with emotion making her feel what her felt, it really was love.

Not taking her eyes away from his - fearing the loss of the feeling burning within her – as his hands moved down her fragile body on their way to her waist. Alice moved her hand in the opposite direction; they ran up the full length of his arm, to his neck where it rested. With her thumb she brushed his cheek gently, wanting to return his gentle touches. Though her non-existent experience meant she was relying heavily on instincts, never-the-less she felt so comfortable with him that it did not bother her, and if she failed her emotions would sing for her.

His words held little meaning to Alice; she knew he would not leave her. For though her visions often failed her in their unpredictability, she knew, or more she had a feeling, he was not planning on leaving her anytime soon. Though as she went to reply to explain she knew; his lips blocked hers as he pressed them lightly against her own. It was simple gesture, and one Alice wished she had thought of, it was such a perfect little touch she was not sure how to respond, so she did not. She just focused on the taste of his breath as he spoke, it was intoxicating to her, and she was only to glad when he brought his lips back to hers, so the perfect taste could fill her mouth a little more. This time Alice move a little closer, rising up, so he did not have to come down so much to her, and so she was also a little closer to him. Breaking back mere inches, she grinned wispering “I like the sound of being ‘your little vampire'” before she rested her head on his shoulder.

Preached there with her head on his shoulder, breathing in lightly in his scent, something came to mind. “Can ask one last question, then you can have a turn” she uttered in a light, soft tone “what happened in this war? Did you beat the Volturi, or did they beat you? Do we have to go back?”