A/N – (I don't own twilight or the characters in any way.All credit goes toStephanie Meyers)
Now I'm Found.
Jasper's P.O.V.
The rain fell heavily from the sky landing in crystals on my marble skin. I enjoyed the rain; the serenity it brought was enough to rest my tortured mind, if only for a few precious minutes. I stood there, inhumanly still, and listened. I could hear every rain drop falling upon the floor, the rustle of leaves in the wind, and the soft rumble of thunder in the distance; still too faint for human ears to pick up. My eyes were closed, and a range of scents filled my nostrils. I could smell the rain, and the thunder undertone, along with the one thing I didn't want to acknowledge. The smell of blood, human blood. I had only hunted three days ago but my eyes were already like blocks of coal. The scent was creating a raging fire at the back of my throat, and I was trying to do my best to ignore it, but my efforts were futile. Reluctantly I opened my eyes. Another roll of thunder sounded, and people were running for cover under the nearest roof tops, or buildings they could find. I looked at them. The pathetic humans, running from a rain shower. None of them realised that they were stood just meters away from a deadly predator. No, the rain wouldn't hurt them, but I could. Still they ran, away from the cold drops that relentlessly fell upon the defenceless creatures. I didn't make any attempt to move, not until I caught the expressions of five bemused humans. I looked down at myself to find I was completely drenched. My jeans were sticking to me, and my jumper was defining the shape of my torso and chest. Not only that, but I was stood in a puddle. The confusion emanating from the spectators was...embarrassing to say the least. For the sake of my human charade, I went to find shelter from the continuous onslaught of rain. "Lucy's diner" being the nearest shelter available.
I walked down the pavement, head down, examining every little crack in the concrete slabs. I was frustrated with myself, that I had got myself in this position. Being this close to humans wasn't safe for me, and yet I allowed myself to wonder this far into the city. Stupid! Stupid because I'm a vampire, and thirsty. This time I wouldn't allow the temptation to get the better of me. I halted outside the doors to the diner, scared to walk in, encase my nature got the better of me. I looked at my reflection in the window. The scars that ravaged my skin were painted all over my face, going from my jaw bone up all the way to the corner of my eye. Underneath the collar of my shirt, scars scattered over my collar bone and neck. I was ashamed of my appearance, humans wouldn't notice the scars, but when I ran into other nomads it was torture. I had to go through the whole story of how I had come to have these scars, and believe me, it wasn't a very nice story. I changed my thoughts to the diner in front of me. I had to go in, whether I like it or not. I inhaled deeply, looking for courage I wouldn't find, and walked in. The scents that hit me were disgusting. Coffee, ice-creams, waffles, how humans could stand it I don't know. After the initial shock, I could smell something different. Not human, not food or drink, but vampire. The scent hit me so suddenly, that I had to stop. Why would he or she be in here?
I looked around my surroundings. There was a couple in the corner table sharing an ice cream sundae, being all lovey-dovey, and kissing. The other table held a family of four; a woman with her husband and two young children, twins by the look of it, and about 4 years old in appearance. I changed my direction. The scent was coming from in front of me, by the bar. I lifted my head, so I could see properly. The scent became stronger, and so did my instinct to defend myself. I stalked my way forwards, warily, following the scent that intrigued me. It was almost like perfume; Jasmine and vanilla. I lifted my head, and my breath left my body.
The vampire stood before me, was the most beautiful creature my eyes had ever laid eyes on. She had black spiky hair, pointing in all directions, and her eyes weren't black or red, but...golden, almost butterscotch in colour. She looked at me, her petite figure rising up of the stool, and approached me. She wasn't like any other nomad I had met before, not only were her eyes different, her body language was too. This vampire wasn't scared of me, but almost happy to see me. She skipped over until she came to an abrupt stop in front of me. Her emotions were almost exploding with happiness. The huge grin on her face put the Cheshire Cat to shame, but why was she so ecstatic to see me? Then something totally unexpected fell from her mouth.
"You've kept me waiting a long time." She crossed her arms, and pouted.
So I ducked my head, remembering the manners my mother had taught me, and said;
"I'm Sorry Ma'am." I didn't know who or why she was here, and I certainly had no clue on how she knew me, but for the first time, in almost a century, I felt hope. The anger I'd been carrying around seemed to dissolve when I looked into her eyes, her smile melting my frozen heart. I found the person I belonged to, and so had she. My life was no longer an uphill struggle, but a second chance, with the person who loved me. I stared at her and she stared at me, both enjoying the moment, and without a moment's notice, she rose up on the balls of her feet, and kissed me. Yes, this is where I belonged, with her; my life wasn't a nightmare any more.
A/N – This didn't really turn out as well as I had expected it to, but if you liked it, please review. It's very much appreciated.
Also, I'm thinking of carrying on with Alice's P.O.V. Do you think that's a good idea? I would like to hear from you! Katie1995.