Heh. A Jasper& Alice story. I know there are a lot of them, but I want to try one for myself. I'm super procrastinating, so my other stories might be a bit slow.

Also read: Air Kisses

The Diamond

Changing Fate

Well, here goes.

Chapter 1

Hate and sorrow. Thirst. These constant emotions kept me company, not very good company, I might add. Outside was raining, pouring down in buckets, muddy water running through the street, lightning streaking the dark, gloomy sky.

It was daytime, but with the dark and the cold, you could barely tell. Not that there was a problem of me seeing through the dark, not that I could feel the cold, but they did. The clusters that gathered in small buildings, looking at me with curiosity and awe.

It was normal. They should stare; I'm a freak by nature, a killing machine, a monster beyond the norms of our kind. Being what I am, my appearance was unnaturally beautiful, another one of our way to trap our prey. And my prey was just behind that one thin layer of glass. To my skin, that might as well been a tissue paper wall.

The sweetness in the air, constantly. I hadn't hunted in a little more than a week, and that worried me. It would be trouble if I unconsciously decided to massacre the entire population of the little café. My eyes were dark, not the usual red. Both colors bothered me to no end.

The rain doesn't bother me, there was no need for me to get away it, but it would attract attention. And that is why I need to get away, away from unneeded things. I would hunt later.

I ducked into a small half-empty café, one of the many on the streets of Philadelphia. The closed environment made the scents stronger, and the venom burned at the back of my throat. It was uncomfortable, more than you'll know, but manageable. The emotions were the usual, boredom, interest, sorrow.

One that surprised me was the strongest of them all: happiness. She was sitting at one of the bar stools, a cup of untouched coffee in her hand; the grayish foam on the surface was enough to make me gag.

She was beaming.

She hopped down the stool and came straight for me. I tensed, as my past experience would tell me to. It was more than shocking, and if I hadn't felt the emotions she was emitting, I would sure that she was going to attack. But she was smiling, pure genuine smiling, the kind of enthusiasm that was hard to resist, even without my power.

"You've kept me waiting a long time," she accused, playfully narrowing her amber eyes a bit. What a strange color. Her scent was one of our kind's, though. It was the most compelling aroma I've inhaled. The humans gathering in the street- that was bland as water. The pulsing scent of fresh blood- that was cheap perfume.

It wasn't the food type of scent, it was the most exotic perfume, one that fills me up and put an automatic smile on my face- one that I would want to smell every day. I took a look at her then.

She was very tiny, more so compared to my six foot- five. She was at most four foot nine, with a petite figure and waist so thin that my breath alone could snap it. Her ink black hair pointed in every direction, her skin pale and smooth like the rest of us. She was exquisite, beautiful, and happy, though more fragile looking than others because of her size.

My manners kicked in, and I ducked my head.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." My long lost southern accent resurfaced, just a little bit, and I bit back the nostalgia I felt for my human family, who were probably dead since a century ago.

She held out her dainty little hand, and I took it without taking a moment to think about it. A little electric current zap through, and I felt warm, complete for the first time in my life, happy for the first time since my rebirth. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

She took my hand and ran, human speed, to a little house she called her home. I was still dazed, but something came to my focus. I opened my mouth to ask, but she beat me to it.

"Jasper, my name is Alice," she laughed. I widened my eyes in shock. I opened my mouth to speak again, but was cut off, just like before.

"Before you ask, I can see the future. You are my future, and so are they."

"Who are they?" I whispered hesitantly. I wasn't sure I'd want to meet more people. Who are they? Human, or our kind? The thought of humans brought the thirst to the front of my mind; my throat burned.

"You need to hunt first." She grabbed my hand and ran out, to the forest. I raised my eyebrows; I doubt anyone would be out in the forest when there's a storm. She leaped, ever so gracefully from rock to rock, dancing her little lithe steps, twirling like a ballerina. I admired her, matching her steps with my own strides. My blonde hair tickled my face as the wind whirled past it. She stopped at a little clearing. It was small, round, with tall green grass, surrounded by towering trees. Thick, but I can snap them with my fingers.

"Smell that?" she asked. I sniffed, and smelt a scent. Not sweet, but tangy. I wrinkled my nose.

"What is that?" I asked in disgust. It smelled edible, sure, but far from appetizing.

"That is our meal, today and now on." She said simply. She leaped toward the smell, the heavy heartbeats, and caught a deer in the neck. The pathetic animal struggled feebly against her iron strength. The resistance soon stopped, and she tossed the body away, her clothes clean, not a spot of blood on her face. I admired her speed and skill. She gestured for me to go.

I raced after a more appealing scent, still water next to lemonade compared to human blood. A large furry cat came into view, and I drained it before it could attempt to fight back. The warm liquid soothed the ache, and for that I was grateful. The taste was wrong though.

I grimaced, and Alice giggled. We each took down two more deer and Alice dragged me home. Home. I was glad to have a place to call home, with one so lovable. My true other half, like love at first sight. I remembered then, sitting in one of the plushy armchairs.

"So, who are they?" I asked.