This is a preview, or preface, for my Jasper story. I hope that it goes over well and that you guys like it. This idea has been buzzing around in my head for a long time. A few things you should know: Alice and Jasper are just friends, always have been always will be. If you don't like that then I suggest you leave now. Also I don't own anything so don't try saying that I do. And constructive criticism only. I don't want: this is a piece of crap. Tell me how and how you would fix it. But good reviews are helpful too.
I had never felt more terrified in my life, but I didn't let the fear show on my face. At least I tried my best not too. I had known that this was going to happen, well more like I felt it; hanging in the air like a black rain cloud. I took a step back sub-consciously and stepped on a stick breaking it, making me stop. The hazel eyes burned into my own and in that single glance I knew that he knew I feared him. Of course he knew how could he not? I still did my best to not let the fear show on my face, my pride wouldn't let the façade fall. I couldn't look away from him no matter how much I wanted to, no matter how much I tried. I knew that he wanted to attack me, but I had a feeling that no matter how much he wanted to attack that there was something in him that wouldn't do it. Or perhaps some outside force. For a moment I couldn't think of anything but him and his angry growls, his glaring hazel eyes and his bared teeth. I knew that I should run, but I couldn't move. This wasn't someone I could exactly run away from. And part of me didn't want to run, but to challenge him to show him that the fear that he sensed was nothing to me. I knew that I wouldn't do that even if I willed myself too. This wasn't a being to fool around like that with. I watched as he lowered himself to the ground letting me know that he was indeed going to attack. I shut my eyes as tight as I could. This was it, my gut feeling thinking that he wouldn't hurt me was wrong. Now that I think about it I realize that it was more like a wish than a gut feeling. That wish wasn't to be answered.
That's it for the preface. Don't be shy, tell me what you think.
-Sin