The lunch rush had just finished, all the usual patrons paying their bills in a rush to get back to their jobs. "Are you sure you wouldn't like something to eat?" This would have to be the third time the waitress had approached the women sitting against the counter, if she didn't order something soon they would have to ask her to leave which no one wanted to do.

"No thank you, I'm just waiting for someone" a musical voice responded, her voice just as beautiful as her face. The women was petite with sharp facial features giving the illusion she was a pixie, multiple men had already approached the young women asking if she would accompany them dancing yet she had denied all.

"Please just order something my manager-" The women's attention was no longer on the waitress in front of her instead was watching the door as the welcome bell dinged. The man was tall easily standing a foot over her short build; his hair was pushed back from his face revealing striking red iris's. He walked with purpose to a booth in the back of the diner, his body was tense as if waiting to be attacked.

The first time she had seen him was nearly twenty years ago, he looked the exact same as he had all those years ago. When she had woken up after the change he was the first thing she saw- from that moment she knew she had to find him. Alice quickly jumped up from the stool, practically danced over to his booth and took a seat without waiting for permission.

The man did nothing but stare at the women who had now occupied the seat opposite him, his body became tenser as he took him her pale skin and glowing eyes, though her emotions showed no threat to him he couldn't help but be cautious. Every one of his kind had seen his scars and tried to prove their strength by trying to engage him in a fight.

"You've kept me waiting" His red eyes narrowed at the women, what was she on about?

Happiness. Relief. Hope.

The women's emotions practically called to him, what had happened to make this pixie so happy to be in his presence? There wasn't an ounce of fear in her as she looked up at him with adoration in her eyes.

"I'm here to take you home"

"I don't have a home anymore" his voice held a strong southern accent, his voice was deeper than she first thought but for some reason it suited him.

"She's waiting for you. Come with me and I'll lead you there"

"Who's waiting for me? Who are you?" His walls had once again raised, he shouldn't trust this woman no matter how much her emotions made him want to.

"Her names Khalea"

Hey Guys! House here.

This is my first time uploading on . I've had this idea going on in my head for so long and finally decided to sit down and write it. I love Jasper so much and believe he doesn't get the recognition he deserves!

I really hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.

Khalea (Ka-lee-ah) just thought that would help you guys out but she will be mainly referred to as Khali anyway!
Thank you so much, please comment, like and all the stuff.