Authors Note: I'm usually a humorous writer, especially when it comes to Twilight, but my friend wanted me to write a story about her favorite couple Alice and Jasper, iI can also admit, they are pretty cute,
so here is my take on the whole Alice and Jasper relationship, through their history, meeting and future with the Cullens.

I'm not Stephnie Meyer and do not take any credit for her writing.

Enjoy, Read and Review :)

~Major Dover

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Darkness. It's something I knew well. My whole human life was filled with it. Total, blank darkness. I have no memories of that past mortal life, no recollection of who I was. In place of where my family, friends and childhood rememberance should have been, there was only blankess and confusion. That first day I had awoke on wet grass, and by the smell of it, I predicted it had been freshly cut.

The wide gray clouds encompossed my vision as my eyes bounded skyward, the colors of the heavens told me it was about to release rain. I sat myself in an upright postion and glanced around at my surroundings. It seemed to be a clearing of some sort in a dense forest, with a shambled building not too far off in the distant. As I began to stand on my legs, I knew something wasn't right about me, my vision told me the old house was very close, but as if my eyes adjusted, it was now miles away.

I could smell everything, the uncoming onslaught of rain, and the stench of the city, but there was not any sight of a city for miles around. Even my hearing could pick up two little deer eating at a fern and a leaf falling off a tree some meters behind me. My body felt weightless, as if I could just float away, and my body seemed atronger than it should for someone of my height. My thoughts were all in a jumble now, how did I get here? Where was I before? But the biggest question I asked myself is, who am I?

Suddenly, as if the Earth had stopped, everything slowed down and my vision became hazy, almost like a fog. The face appeared to me first, it seemed to be a man, a soldier. His face was a handsome one. Blond hair that fell messily around his profile, long scultped cheekbones, a narrow nose and frightening beautiful red eyes. The dark eyebrows set off the redness of his eyes just added more lovely drama to his face.

And as soon as it came, the haze and the face disapperead. It left me shaken, I just had a vision. To be more precise, I just had a vision about a man I knew nothing about, in the middle of a field, with no recollection of how I got there and who I was. As I predicted the rain had started to fall from the gray sky, even though rain was suppose to be cold, my skin didn't react to it, I was still the same temperture I was when I woke up. Feeling very unsettled, I made my away across the field, my goal to reach the building in the distance.

As my feet padded the ground, I felt very light, I increased my speed to a run, in several seconds, I had reached the house. I took a look back and saw I had least ran three miles by my take. Three miles in a couple of seconds? I must be imagining this. No humanly possible way I could have achieved that speed. As I turned my head forward I took in the image of the house. It's shingles were falling off, the paint was slowly peeling away and some of the windows even had cracks in them. It looked almost abandoned, if not for the freshly cleaned laudnrey out on the line beside me. I stood there for a moment pondering If I should knock. what would I tell the resident? I didn't know who I was, or how I got here? I didn't have because a firgure appeared infron of the rusty old door.

The body was that of a female, a little curvy with a brown dresscoat and tattered shoes. She spoke in a motherly voice "Can I help you dear?"

I took in her face, she was aged, premature lines and wrinkles told the stories of how many years she lived.

I cleared my throat, "I'm not sure where I am ma'am, could you please give me the name of this place?"

The sound of my own voice startled me, it was high pitched and almost musical. It seemed to startle the old lady too, for she came closer with a quizzical look on her face.

"Oh my" she said softly "Your truly a sight aren't you honey?"

I looked down at my clothes, it hadn't occured to me that what I was wearing might set off some alarm, I was dressed in a dirty white gown with some ripped pieces here and there.

"Oh, well I uh..." but I never finished. The wind has lightly picked up and blew to me some of the womans scent. It was delicious. Almost mouthwatering. I don't know how it happened, but in mere seconds I was right infront of the old woman, she only began to look frightned as I dug my teeth into her neck.

My body knew what it wanted and it acted on its own accord. The blood dripping into my mouth should have digusted me, the old womans terrible screams should have frightened me, but it didn't. As I drunk deeply from the woman, an animalistic feeling was bubbling up inside, the thrill of the red liquad saturating my mouth was almost...pleasurable.

I drew my mouth back, the blood dripping a trail down my dress. The old womans body lay, still,on the ground. The animal insitnct that was there, was now gone. Replaced with it was digust and horror. what had I done? I just slaughtered an old woman and drank her dry.

I wasn't human. I was a monster. A bloodthirsty monster. I peered down at my dress and saw the blood soaking through it,the blood of my victim. I needed to get out of here, I couldn't even look at the woman, with my feet leading me, I ran as fast as I could into the woods and out of sight, the smell of her blood still lingering in the damp air.

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I tried my hardest.

Look for Jaspers prologue in the next chapter.

Major Dover

Don't forget to check out my other stories, they are very humorous.