A/N: So, this even though this is my fifth story to put up, this is the first one I ever wrote. The title isn't permanent. PM if you have suggestions. I'm sorry that the chapters are so short. The story hops around a little bit, so make sure you look at the year and who's point of view that chapter is from.
1961 – Jasper's POV
I was thirsty. There was a storm in Philadelphia, so I was walking down the street even though it was only 2:30pm. Every time I passed a human in the street, my throat burned. Luckily, the storm was bad enough that there weren't many people. But enough that I was starting to draw attention to myself. I was sure it wasn't normal human behavior to stiffen, cringe, and stop breathing whenever anyone passed you.
I saw a diner ahead. I paused briefly to consider: humans would be inside, but they wouldn't be moving around as much as the humans out here. I needed to decide where to go next.
I had just made the decision to pass over the diner and move on when a teenage girl walked by. She passed within an inch of me. I inhaled. My throat burned. I shuddered. I turned and watched the girl walk away.
She must have sensed my eyes on her retreating back, because she turned. Our eyes met, and she smiled. I turned quickly and headed for the diner. I needed her scent out of my head before I did something I would regret. The girl behind me was surprised: she had expected me to approach her. I thought of Peter and Charlotte. Either of them would have attacked thee girl in a second. Think of that reminded me of the last time I had hunted.
Flashback
It was night. I knew I had to hunt, and soon. I had been watching the people in this town carefully for the past week. I didn't want to cause any unnecessary pain, so I had made my selection carefully. The woman I picked was unmarried, childless, and lived alone. That was the best I could do.
I waited until night, as the day had been sunny. I climbed the side of the womans house. The window was unlocked. She was there, standing in front of her dresser. I slid the window open silently and leapt lightly into the room. The woman didn't turn.
I walked carefully across the room until I was standing right behind her. I usually bit instantly, but this time, almost involuntarily, I placed my hand softly against her neck. She gasped. I felt her surprise. I could feel blood moving beneath her skin. My mouth filled with venom. She spun around. I felt the fear that ran through her after the initial shock. She looked into my face, and she was surprised again. She thought I was beautiful.
I placed my hand against her neck again. She shivered, and I felt her shock at my cold hand. I leaned forward, like I was going to kiss her. She leaned her head slightly to the side. My lips brushed her neck. Then I bit. She gasped. I felt the excruciating pain moving through her body. She shrieked in agony.
Her body sagged. I caught her around the waist and held her up. She kept screaming. Her screams slowly died down. I knew the exact second that her heart stopped beating. I couldn't feel her pain now.
When her body was drained, I dropped her. I straightened up, and turned for the window. I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror above her dresser. My eyes were blood red again. I leapt quickly out her window, pausing briefly to pull it shut behind me, leaving everything as it had been before.
I reached for the door of the diner. I slipped inside, and the door swung shut behind me. I had barely registered that the place was rather small and shabby when I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen sliding off one of the stools at the counter.
My first thought was that she must be leaving. That thought, that I might not see this woman again, was heartbreaking. Then I realized the difference between her and the humans around us: She was very pale, and had deep bruise-like shadows under her eyes. She was a vampire, too.
But her eyes were wrong. Instead of red or black, they were a glistening gold. That was odd, but she was definitely a vampire.
She walked right up to me, and said, "You've kept me waiting a long time."
I ducked my head. "I'm sorry, ma'am." I responded.
She smiled – The most beautiful smile I had ever seen – and held out her hand. Without thinking, I took it.
"I'm Alice Cullen." She said.
"I'm Jasper Whitlock." I told her. Her smile widened.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think!