Summery said it all. Alice and Jasper meeting and how they got to be so in love and so intuned to each other. Hope you like it. :)

Look in my eyes, and you will see a ghost. Look at my body, you will see a monster. Look in my heart, you will see a soul, however broken, but still there. Beating. Not phisically, but in the sence that I will never be at peace. A dead beating in my chest. Mocking me. Killing me from the inside, if you will. Sensing the fear and cold anger still trapped inside. Still killing. Still trying to stop it with will alone has done me no good.

It will be forever like this. I will spend eternity in a self-created hell, but the irony is that I have no control over it. I had nothiing to help me survive my day's ahead.

The burning in my throat was persistant, like it too, was angry. Not to mention that I knew I could end the pain by simply snapping the fragle neck of one of these humans around me.

I was scared of these humans, these fragile humans I was amugst. I could rip there throats, snap there necks and they would never feel one thing. I could mutilate them.

But they could do so much more to me.

They taunted me, relentlessly with there pumping heart. These humans would never know the power they had, but there sent is so rich. But I'm here, trying to fight.

I would say I hated what I had become, but I felt as if I had been this way forever.

I've tried not hunting, starving myself. But the pain builded until I couldn't do anything but feed. Simply passing by a human's sent made my thoat More pain...guilt. But as I destroyed the human's life, I felt their terror and fear as it poured into me like the blood did. Nothing I did made a difference. There was nothing for me too do.

I wasn't a soldier in the army of the Confederacy, I haven't been one for decades. I wasn't Maria's second in command, I never wanted to be that again. Was I now normal? I chuckled at the irony of even the question. I wasn't even a normal vampire, I was never that.

Why try anymore? Perhaps my soul was never at rest in the first place, and will never be in the future. I never even remembered a time when I felt happy. Me, happy? I had felt other people's joy and content emotions, but they had never been created by my soul, or my heart.

I couldn't keep doing this. I had to find another way. Their had to be a better way. That's why I left Peter and Charlotte in the first place...

I suppose I had forever to try...didn't I?

This is what we were built for and created to do. To kill humans. That was our only source of food.

Why was I created this way? Why was it that everyone else could feed without being tortoured? Without being afraid, or terrified of nothing. I had nothing to be afraid of, except when I got hungry. When a human looked in my cold, black eyes with tears streaming down there face...

In Philadelphia, not many people wondered the streets tonight. The hard rain was still continuting. I spotted a small diner as I walked down the street.

There shouldn't be many people in there. I tried to convince myself. I couldn't keep walking outside like the cold and rain didn't affect me. But if I went inside...I would massacre the entire place.

I decided to take the risk. I'm hungry anyway. I thought malicously. Maybe I could cause such a problem the Volturi would come to end my misery.

As I walked in, the smell of the dry humans hit me like a wall. The rain outside deluted their smell, but in here, the air circulating hitting me with their scent's over and over again. I held my breath and grimanced. I knew I would have to stay in this cage of temptaiont until the rain stopped or at least slowed down so I could walk throught without being noticed.

But the feeling in the room, it was...exciting. I didn't understand how a human could feel such strong emotions. What could be happening that a mere human could feel something this powerful. Humans were very careless with there feelings, if only they knew how they could effect a person.

But suddenly, I senced another presence in the room, one of my own kind.

I heard a small gasp over by the It wasn't hard to spot her. She turned around on the stool and hopped off gracefully as soon as I had walked in. Almost as if she expected me.

She glided toward me, I tensed. A vampire, this tiny women had approached me and was...smiling?

She was petite. She looked so small and fragile. Her perfect eyebrows arched wide from excitment. Her pitch black, spiky hair seemed to reach out in every direction, making her look even more dainty. Her smooth, pail face seemed so understanding and light-hearted. Her emotions were beautiful to me, I soaked them in gratefully, I haven't felt joy like this in my entire life. Even if she was here to kill me, I felt happy. I would die a grateful man, happy to die and escape the life I no longer wished to live. Yet, she had the strangest golden eyes that sparkled with peace and wonderous excitement. She danced toward me with a tinge of satifaction lingering in her feelings.

She radiated beauty...

I was suddenly nervous. Surly she wouldn't try to attack me in here. I wasn't willing to fight her. Maybe she saw me as a threat to her territory? I didn't know another one of my kind was even near this area...

But the most strange thing about this odd creature is that she felt something so marvelous I couldn't bear to understand it. I couldn't fully take in all her happieness. Her awe and joy put together. It consumed everything within me, all malice and fury in my heart, I felt all anger slip away. Like pooring water on a blazing fire, nothing but smoke as proof that it existed.

She wouldn't attack me. I knew it, I could feel it in what little piece of a soul I had left.

She spoke to me, this angel spoke to me as if I were allowed to talk to a women with such grace and beauty. I wasn't worth her time.

"You've kept me waiting a long time." She smiled with a small chuckle in her words. She and a voice of an angel that matched the personality I was trying to keep with in my memory bank. No hint of malice or revenge. Her voice sounded like bells, beautiful suprano, jingling bells.

I had never met her before. I know that for certain. I would have remembered seeing this one.

My southern roots took hold, me being in the presence of a lady, a gorgeous one at that. I took my hat off and ducked my head slightly. "I'm sorry mam." Still completely confused.

But at the sound of my voice, it reasurred her confidence even more. Her face glowed as she beamed at me.

How could someone so tiny be so happy? She didn't even know me, and if she did, she wouldn't want to see me again. Who would? She must be mistaking me for someone else, as if I could be mistaken for another.

I stood their, still in awe, when she put out her hand for me to take.

My own thoughts screamed to hold onto it before I knew what to do at such a...gentle gesture. What did I have to loose? I didn't even have to answer the question. By simply being around her for one more second, I felt as if I could gain everything.

I felt a tingle surge up my arm once I placed my hand in her own, tiny hand. With the phisical touch, her emotions spiked to even a higher leval of bliss. Her hand was so smooth compared to mine,

I would follow her anywhere. I would do anything to be around someone so free. So lovely...

I didn't know who she was, or why she was here. But I knew from her feelings, from her smile. There was something about her... I had to know her story, why she thought her and I had met before. I didn't even know her name. Anything to be near her.

She may not even be real. Part of me, the reasonable part said. A women like her couldn't be real.

I was terribly lonely. Her feelings alone seemed to fill something inside of me that I had never known how to fill. My sanity perhaps. Some part of me has always thought I was insane for leaving the life I knew yet never wanted. The one thing I did know about her was that she was filling my heart already.

Because of her, this stranger or simply a figment of my imagination. For the first time in almost a century...

I felt hope.

I know I can't do it real justice. But maybe I create a good picture for you. :)

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Thank you! ~Wild as the Wind Is