Author's Note: Hello and thank you for opening my story. This here is the corrected and edited version of Soprano & Bass. The name is metaphor for Alice and Jasper (but I'm sure you knew that..just making sure) BTW "bass" is pronounced "bayss" not "bahss" like the fish. It is the story of Alice and Jasper before the Twilight Series began.
To everyone who has supported me in the creating of this, a fervent thank you to you. All my reviewers have inspired me to keep going. A special thanks to those who offered technical commentaries. (Team_Seth…I tried to fix it.)
It is so fun writing in Jasper's POV. I like that Stephenie has not really developed his character much because it gives me lots of room to speculate. I hope you like what I have done. Please read and Review.
Chapter 1
Meeting
I was in Philadelphia. It had been three weeks since I had left the company of Peter and Charlotte. I was ever grateful to them; Peter was the one who brought me to the north, this peaceful place, and Charlotte was a cheerful girl, her aura was relatively calming to bask in. The climate here was so much easier to exist in, especially for me. My "special abilities" were useful – sometimes- but now it had become a nuisance. Even after I had left Maria and the bloodthirsty vengeance of the South, my memories kept that acid taste inside me. Feeding time was the worst, those memories boiled and bubbled, coursing though my veins and conquering my mind. Each time I quenched my thirst, my mind and body received a strong dose of the heartbreaking terror that my prey experienced. I was at loath to kill humans because I dreaded the emotional tidal wave that came with the kill. This made me despondent, depressed and I could see that Peter and Charlotte did not understand my hesitance to kill. Peter seemed to pity me and understood when I explained that I needed some time on my own. I did not know what I was looking for. Peace? Maybe.
It was June 21st of 1941. I had spent that morning in a bar. From the outside I may have appeared to be brooding over an untouched mug of beer, but – to tell the truth – I found it easier to think when I was around the drunken, lightheaded humans. The collective aura of the bar was… numbing. My head snapped up, some people were scrutinizing me, I could hear them talking about my skin…how pale it was. I could feel their curiosity, their apprehension, their innate fear of me- that which their conscious minds could not comprehend or even recognize. It was time to move. I sighed and walked out the swinging doors.
I stood under the eaves for a minute, breathing in the cool, clean, wet air. The storm had just begun. Thunder rolled in the gray sky above and rain pelted down in torrents, slanting toward the East. There was no need for my caution today, but still I walked only on the shaded side of the buildings. Even after these six years of daytime excursions, I was still uneasy. Most of my life before was spent undercover during the day and outside only at night.
A small span of sunlight pierced through the thick canopy above and brightened the road that I was approaching. The plan had been to go back to my hotel but the patch of unexpected sun was blocking my only way to get there. I was not bothered really, I was in no hurry. The clouds would quickly silence that mutinous hole. I would wait. The rain picked up then and I thought it would look suspicious if I stood there getting drenched. To my right, down a small alley was a little diner. I turned and strode toward it.
As I entered, a little bell jingled above my head. My eyes were dark, unassuming, though that meant I was thirsty, and that was cause for anxiousness. The room was empty for the most part, just two humans in the corner of the darkened, stuffy place. They were holding hands the girl was crying. I was wondering idly what could have happened to her to cause such an immense feeling of sorrow, when, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a small girl- no not a human girl, her features were far too inhumanly beautiful- hop off a high stool at the bar counter and dance toward me. I turned to look at her, my stomach tensed and confusion was written all over my face. She was a bit anxious but mostly relieved with an undertone of sheer happiness. Her actions and aura were completely contradictory- my experience told me that much-but her smile was warm, inviting. I composed my features but my insides were knotted in apprehension and astonishment.
She stopped right in font of me and sighed. Her smile changed, it was comforted and satisfied now. Her aura was unfamiliar, I was mystified. My mind was in a whirl."You've kept me waiting a long time," she trilled softly. My mind, still struggling to rationalize these events and emotions, responded with a simple, "I'm sorry, ma'am" and I ducked my head but never removed my eyes from hers. Her eyes captivated me. They were tender and somehow, caring. She held out her hand and my body reacted without consulting my head, I clasped her small hand in mine. "Come with me," she said. A small part of my mind- the part that had its files in order- shouted at me "Don't go you fool!", but I was following her. My eyes lingered now on our fingers, intertwined. She led me across town, where to, I didn't know but I …trusted her…somehow. Her aura was caring, it was warm, I was sure of that much.
As the chaos in my head sorted itself out, I asked "Where are we going?" She looked at me and smiled again, "I'm sorry, we are going to my place, it just around that corner. You look confused," she laughed a small tinkling sound, like diamonds falling on glass, " I would be too," she continued, " Don't worry, I will explain." Her face carried a soft expression and this calmed me. She took me to her room at hotel Harmonie on the West side of town.
As we stepped in, she moved toward me, arms outstretched, and instinct kicked in. I crouched and let out a low warning growl. Instantaneously, she stepped back and said "I'm sorry, just wanted to take your coat," and a shy smile spread across her face. Embarrassed at my faux-pas, I said, "No, I'm sorry. I was just surprised," and I straightened up my stance and allowed her to take my long-sleeved coat. That was when she saw my scars.
Author's Note: Hope you liked it. If you found any errors plz tell me. Also as you read, take note of the songs that come to your head. I have a few ideas of my own and I'd like to see if you think so too.
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