I can't get enough of JasperxAlice lately, which is why I literally let my fingers swipe across the keyboard in the middle of the night to write this. I honestly have no idea if it's a one-shot or a two-shot or maybe even a full story, though I think I might write a little more... Whether or not I publish it is mostly up to you! So if you like it and you want to see more of it, please give me some kind of shout out (reviews are always good). Enjoy!

P.S: I know there might still be people waiting for my JacobxNessie fanfic, but as you can see I've marked it "complete" so it probably won't go any further. That can always change, but for the meantime, it's not on my table. Sorry :(

Being alone was driving her insane. As she glanced around her at the countless smiling faces, something about her lit up. She would gaze at a boy, not older than three or four, and immediately a vision of him being put to bed with a story and a goodnight kiss would appear before her eyes. She smiled, a wave of hope passing through her. Any bad vision, a vision of unpleasantness or even danger that crossed her mind, she waved away without thinking.

Her mind was still swamped with thoughts. She was so enveloped in them she barely even acknowledged her thirst, ever-so present as humans trotted all around her, wind blowing their scent straight in her nose. Her eyes were black, her pale skin papery, and the familiar purple shadows decorated the area under her eyes. She urged herself not to give in, to hold off—and as she decided to do so, she saw herself resist, and felt relieved once more, as if she had drank and drank till she couldn't any longer.

The family—three males and two females, living in Washington—entranced her. Not a month earlier, she had first seen them; galloping gracefully across a meadow at a herd of deer, laughing while they hunted, chasing not after humans, but after animals. It had been what she was looking for her entire existence as a vampire. It was all she wanted—to understand them, and to be a part of them. Nothing would hold her off.

Well, it wasn't all she wanted. The Cullens were not the only vampires she had seen in the horizon. A blonde, breathtaking young male, brutally scarred and constantly battling with himself. She saw his struggles and how he ached to control himself. She saw the inside of his heart. She saw his smile, she felt his kiss, and she shared his soul, all before she had even met him. The intimate emotion was like none other. She knew the love she would feel for him, and the love he would feel for her; she knew how his icy skin would feel to hers. Whenever her mind strayed from the golden-eyed wonders, his face filled her insides. Scarred, but gorgeous. Maybe even more appealing with the scars considered… She giggled to herself.

She knew it would begin to rain a minute before it did. Skipping gracefully across the pavements, she found a diner; nearly empty, poorly lit and somehow homey. She waltzed in, all eyes on her as her dress flailed around her tiny figure. She resisted the scent once more and sat at the counter, smiling pleasantly at the chubby man behind it; she asked for tea she would never drink. As she chatted with him, trying to make him a little less nervous—why are they always so nervous?—she heard the storm rage and crash around the alley. She smiled knowingly to herself.

As the scarred vampire entered her thoughts again, she began to worry somehow. What if he was never to arrive? It had been so long since she first saw him. As long as a year, but he still hadn't showed up. Her visions never misguided her; he was supposed to have met her by now. But, suddenly, new hope filled her as she saw something she had been waiting for months and months to see…

Meanwhile, the scarred vampire trudged quickly through the streets. The storm in itself made him uncomfortable; people around him grew anxious and impatient as they tried to find cover from the rain, and the sticky, human emotions felt to him like gunk coating his insides. He might as well have stood there in the rain until everyone cleared off, or just kept on walking till the rain stopped; but how would that look to everyone around him to just see a man floating through the street, rain pounding hard on his shoulders, and he totally unfazed by it? His military instincts kicked in and he ducked under the rain much like the swarm of people around him; imitating them to the very last degree. Glancing around him through the drops of rain—like they were any bother to him—he found the alley, and in it he found the diner. It seemed to him the perfect place to hide until he could bolt out and find somewhere to stay until nightfall; the sunlight was still obvious on his skin. He would come in, ask for coffee and sit there quietly and unobtrusively; he hadn't fed in a long time, and his eyes had lost their red tint for a dark, colorless black. He knew that on the one hand, this would make him much less noticeable. But on the other hand, he was horribly, unbearably thirsty. Would he be able to resist the humans that would most definitely be sitting there, filled with blood, so delicious, so mouthwatering… But he wouldn't allow himself to lose control—he was finally doing well. He sucked in a deep breath and prepared to open the door.

But something was off. Even from outside the door, he could feel it… smell it. He was almost used to the burning, horrifying human scent that made him feel like a raging monster… But this was something he hadn't smelled in years, not since the last time he managed to visit Peter and Charlotte.

This was the scent of a vampire.

Alice could barely contain herself. A gleeful smile spread across her face as she stared as inconspicuously as she could at her tea; she couldn't believe it was finally happening! Every second that she waited for him to enter was like torture; every second felt like an hour.

Slowly and cautiously, Jasper opened the door to the diner and practically tip-toed in. As the scent got stronger, he spotted the vampire sitting at the counter; a pale, tiny, cheery young girl, with short black hair and dull black eyes that he recognized immediately. Something about her felt warm and inviting, even appealing. But his guard would not go down; his eyes still examined her with the gaze of a predator, even though her feeling of giddy anticipation and pure, undiluted happiness drew him to her and made him feel as calm as he had felt in years.

With barely a glance at him, the girl vampire jumped gracefully—even more gracefully than the usual vampire—from the high stool of the counter. He was immediately alarmed; even more so when, without a single second of hesitation or fear, the girl walked straight up to Jasper with a huge smile on her face and looked up at his frightened face. Her emotions were relaxed and entirely un-aggressive; more than that, something about them made him feel calm. They were like an aura of goodwill and affection; a beautiful, irresistible glow. But until she spoke, with her high, charming bell-chime voice, Jasper still felt squeamish to see her come so close. But the amazing pull drew him to believe that there was nothing to be frightened of; it was a hopeful, carefree sensation.

"You've kept me waiting a long time," Alice said, confidently and unblinkingly, her smile unwavering. She could hardly hold back her joy at finally meeting the man she had seen in so many visions.

Jasper wasn't intimidated anymore; something about her voice made his entire body unclench, made his mind loosen. It was the voice of an angel. At the sound of the accusation, Jasper did the only thing he knew to do; he bowed his head with guilty eyes and apologized: "I'm sorry, ma'am," as politely and as calmly as he could. He understood that they both knew exactly what was going on; he understood that there was something special and extraordinary about her. And on top of it all, she was different; like nothing he had ever known. Yes, she was beautiful, unbelievably so; but he barely even thought of that. What he felt when he looked at her surpassed it by miles.

Of course Alice knew what to do. She held out her small hand to the amazing blonde vampire, with an inviting glint in her eye. Jasper didn't think, not for a moment; he didn't analyze or worry or consider his options. Her smile felt… hopeful. He didn't try to understand what was going on, how she knew him or what would happen next; he reached out and placed his hand in hers. Her pleasant, warm touch, the touch of a fellow vampire, put a fire in his veins that was utterly unlike the fire he felt when he fed. It was something beautiful and elated…

He felt pure, sincere hope.

I hope you liked it! Again, please give me some feedback if you want to see more... I'm planning this to be a little more detailed.

Me.