Author's Note: Once upon a time this was four separate stories but I've combined the one-shots into this four chapter fic. It's basically the same stories, just reformatted a little. And it now has an amazing, awesome, really super cool banner to go along with it and a title that is not ripped off from a song lyric, both courtesy of the amazing, awesome, really super cool MDealsWithIt. You can see the banner on my profile page. Go look, it's worth it. Songs for each chapter are also included on my profile page.
Chapter 1-Thought I Had Died
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight or any of its characters—Stephanie Meyer does. Don't own "Thought I Had Died" either. The War does. Listen on my profile page.
"Never thought that I could be anyone or anything
Couldn't stand the rising of the sun
But still I rose and walked the streets too afraid to stop my heartbeat
Even though I thought about it some All the things that used to be so beautiful became empty
And all I had was just the memory
I thought I had died, when I was alone till you found me here and brought me back home..."
Jasper looked up at the dark sky as rain began to pour down and he pulled his coat tighter around his thin body. The rain had soaked through the thin material of the jacket and while it didn't bother him, he knew to the humans scurrying around the streets of Philadelphia, walking causally along in the rain would stand out and so he ducked into the first door that he saw. Jasper was still uncomfortable and nervous being out in the day, being around humans all the time but he was trying. He dropped his head at the door, shaking water from his blonde hair and looking down to hide his dark eyes. It had been weeks since he had drank and he was thirsty. The smell of blood in the small diner was almost overwhelming and he reached behind him for the door, thinking it was better to stand out in the pouring rain rather than accidentally hurt someone inside the diner.
Jasper looked up though before leaving and his eyes locked with a pair of bright golden eyes, a unique color he had never seen before. His own dark eyes took in the rest of the person those golden eyes belonged to and he knew instantly she was a vampire. She was tiny—thin and waifish and almost fragile looking though he knew that was far from the truth. Her hair was dark and cut short and spiky and her skin was clear and pale, with a slight purple tint just under her eyes. She was wearing a simple blue dress and Jasper was sure she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She smiled at him then and he realized he was wrong before—the smile made her even more beautiful.
She was looking at him with that smile and a hopeful look in her eyes and Jasper found himself walking towards her, unsure of why he was so drawn to her. His mind was telling him to be careful and not trust her; she was a vampire and there was no reason for her to be friendly towards him. But there was another part of him that knew she wasn't there to hurt him, another part that knew somehow this pixie-like woman held the key to his happiness, his salvation.
When he stopped in front of her, she was nearly bouncing off the seat with excitement. She reached her hand out towards him and Jasper slipped his much larger, scarred hand into her tiny flawless one. "You've kept me waiting a long time," she said, smiling and laughing lightly, a soft musical sound that filled Jasper with a strange and unusual feeling.
"I'm sorry ma'am," Jasper replied, tipping his head slightly and unsure of what else to say, unsure of why this beautiful creature seemed to be expecting him. Her smile widened and she squeezed his hand lightly. There was a strange mix of emotions coming from her—all of them unusual to Jasper. He could feel her excitement and her happiness and her hope—feelings he hadn't felt in such a long time he had almost forgotten they existed. And under all of that, the most confusing of the barrage of emotions emanating from her, he felt her love.
"Come on," she told him, keeping her hand in his and pulling him towards the door. He followed her blindly even though instinct told him not to. He was drawn to all the warm, happy emotions flowing out of her. It had been so long since he had felt hopeful about anything and inexplicably he did right now. When they were back out in the rain, she reached her free hand up to pull her coat around her and glanced behind her to make sure Jasper was still with her, even though she had a firm grasp on his hand. She smiled at him again and Jasper felt his own mouth begin to tug upwards in an expression that was unfamiliar to him. She led him quickly through the nearly deserted sidewalks and as he followed behind her, Jasper began to second guess himself. Maybe Maria had sent her. That thought stopped Jasper immediately and the woman in front of him turned around quickly, her arm pulled back by his sudden stop.
She looked at him curiously and Jasper pulled her into the alley they were standing in front of. "Who are you?" Jasper asked. "What do you want?" he was nervous and agitated now, the thought that Maria had sent this beautiful woman to lure him back to her running through his mind.
She seemed to sense his fear and she reached up and carefully pushed his blond wet curls away from his forehead. Jasper closed his eyes and tried not to lean into her touch. It had been so long since someone had touched him in such a tender way. "Who are you?" he asked again, his voice soft and quiet this time, his eyes still closed.
"Look at me," she said softly and he opened his eyes slowly. She still had her hand entwined with his while the other continued to run through his hair and across his face. "I know this is strange," she said softly and Jasper could once again feel the love and hope rolling off of her. He clung to her feelings, deciding he didn't care if Maria had sent her; he would follow her anywhere if he could continue to feel this safe. "My name is Alice," she told him and Jasper met her gaze.
"Alice," he repeated, liking how her name sounded falling from his mouth. She must have liked it as well because he felt the surge of happiness that rushed through her as strongly as he felt his own. "I'm…" he started but she silenced him with a small finger pressed to his lips.
"You're Jasper," Alice said. "I know you," she told him, once again tracing the lines of his face.
"How?" Jasper asked, her words and the way her fingers were dancing across his face making him shiver.
"I'll tell you everything, I promise," Alice said, pushing her own dark hair away from her face. "I have a hotel room not far from here. Let's get out of the rain?" she looked at him quizzically and Jasper realized she was asking him, not telling him, to come with her. Jasper wasn't sure what possessed him to do what he did next because it was a move so unlike him. He leaned towards her and pressed his lips to hers. Alice gasped against his mouth and Jasper started to pull away but she reached up to wrap her hands around his neck, pulling him closer to her and tangling her hands in the curls at the nape of his neck. She was standing on her tiptoes, her small thin body pressed against his as she opened her mouth to him. Jasper could feel her want, her need for him and it thrilled and terrified him all at the same time. His tongue touched hers and she whimpered slightly, the sound spurring Jasper on so he kissed her even more fervently.
He finally pulled away and they stood still for a moment, her forehead pressed to his, both of them breathing deeply even though it was unnecessary. "You just decided to do that," Alice said, her smile breathtakingly bright. "You didn't think about it at all," she stated.
"Yeah, I guess not," Jasper said, pulling away from her and running a hand nervously through his curls. Again Jasper felt the warm feelings of love that seemed to radiate off of her and it confused him—how could she love him when she didn't even know him? He had so many questions for her and yet something about being with her felt so right he couldn't even begin to explain it.
"Come on." She said for the second time that day, once again taking his hand and leading him away from the alley. The rain had started to fall harder and they hurried through the streets. Alice pulled Jasper behind her into an elegant looking hotel and they hurried to the elevator. "Fifth floor please," Alice told the operator, who nodded and looked at them curiously.
Jasper felt the young man's nervousness as he often did when he was in close proximity to humans. He could also feel his curiosity and Jasper knew he was wondering what a girl like Alice was doing with a guy like him. Jasper looked down at their clasped hands and he could see what the man saw—Alice was innocent and beautiful and everything good while he was broken and scarred and evil. Jasper carefully untangled his hand from hers, trying not to pay attention to the way her smiled faltered when he did.
The elevator stopped on the fifth floor and Jasper followed Alice down the hallway where she stopped at room 522 and slipped a key into the lock, opening it quickly. Jasper followed her inside and she turned to face him, feeling suddenly shy.
"I think I'll take a shower," Alice said softly, looking down at her soaked through clothing. "And then we can talk?" she asked him, looking up to meet his dark eyes once more. She stepped towards him suddenly, running her fingers lightly against the dark circles under his eyes. "You're thirsty," she stated.
"It can wait," Jasper told her, bringing her fingers away from his face. Alice nodded and then her eyes slid out of focus. "Alice?" Jasper asked, feeling afraid all of the sudden when he couldn't feel anything from her any more. "Alice?" he said again, shaking her slightly and her eyes re-focused, looking up at him carefully.
"I'm sorry," she said softly as Jasper looked at her with a concerned expression. "I'm fine," Alice said as Jasper removed his hands from where they were gripping her shoulders. She offered him one last reassuring smile before slipping into the bathroom and pulling the door closed behind her.
Jasper sighed and looked around the room. It was spacious and light, a large bed taking up most of the space in the middle of the room. Jasper made his way over to the window where the curtains were open wide, giving him a rainy view of the city of Philadelphia. The desk that sat in front of the window was littered with paper—most of it filled with notes and sketches. Jasper couldn't help but glance down at the sheets on top. The drawings were all of him. Alice had drawn him in a variety of poses—he looked dark and brooding in one picture and smiling and playful in the next. Jasper shifted through the countless drawings, wondering how long she had been following him. There were a few other people in the pictures as well; a distinguished looking man in a doctor's coat, an attractive young man with messy hair, a woman with kind eyes, another beautiful woman with long flowing hair, and finally a huge bear of a man. The drawings of these other people were far less in quantity, the pictures of him taking up most of the space. Jasper stopped at one that showed him without a shirt on, the ugly scars that criss-crossed his chest obvious even in the drawing.
So she knew what a monster he was. Jasper pushed the picture of him away, hiding it beneath the other drawings and making his way towards the door. He couldn't stay here with her—he didn't know how she knew him but he couldn't hurt her. Jasper was almost to the door when the bathroom door opened and Alice blocked his path. She had hastily thrown on clothes, a simple white skirt and a black shirt and her hair was still wet and dripping with water from the shower.
"Please, don't go," Alice said softly. Her eyes were wide and had a pleading look in them and Jasper was surprised to feel her hurt and sadness over him leaving.
"How did you know I was going to leave?" Jasper asked her suspiciously. "You've been following me, haven't you?" he asked. "That's where all the pictures came from?"
"No, I haven't been following you," Alice answered. "Please, stay," she begged him. "Let me finish getting dressed and I'll explain everything," she reached for his hand once again. "Please?"
Jasper wasn't sure why but he nodded and Alice slipped back into the bathroom as he sat on the bed. She emerged a few minutes later, drying her hair with a towel. Alice sank into the chair by the desk and curled her legs underneath, turning so she was facing Jasper.
"Well?" Jasper asked, trying to keep his eyes on her face and away from the legs he suddenly wanted to touch.
"I can see the future," Alice said bluntly. "That's where all these drawings came from. I would see you in my mind and then draw what I saw," she explained. "That's how I knew your name and that you were going to leave," Alice continued. "And that's how I knew you'd walk into that diner today."
Jasper stared at her. Before he could say anything, Alice spoke again. "I've been looking for you for a long time," Alice said. "Since the day I woke up as this," she gestured towards her body and Jasper knew she meant since the day she woke up as a vampire.
"Why?" Jasper asked. "Why would you want to find me?"
Alice fidgeted slightly in the chair and ducked her head. "I don't have any memories of my human life," she said softly. "I don't remember being changed, all I know is I woke up and you were the first vision I had. I, I've been seeing you ever since and I had to find you," she smiled at him once again and Jasper felt her love.
"What about these other people?" Jasper asked, nodding towards the drawings on the desk.
Alice's smile got brighter and Jasper felt himself smiling at her excitement. "Those are the Cullens," she explained. "They're a family, our family," she said, grabbing the sketches and moving over to sit next to him on the bed. "This is Carlisle and Esme," Alice said. "They're like the parents I guess and this is Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett," Alice pointed to each of them in turn. "They're siblings, our siblings," Alice said.
"Siblings?" Jasper asked, looking down at her drawings. "Really?"
"Well, they pretend to be anyway so we can do things like go to school," Alice said and Jasper felt her excitement grow. "Emmett and Rosalie are married," she said, running her hand over the sketch of Rosalie.
"Married?" Jasper muttered to himself, never having heard of vampires being married before. "And what did you mean 'our family'?" Jasper asked, looking back up at Alice.
"I've seen us with them," Alice said. "We have to find them first but we become a part of their family." When Jasper said nothing, Alice reached for his hand. "I know this is a lot to handle but it's all true, I swear. You and I are supposed to be together," she said, running her hand over the scars on his hand.
Jasper pulled his hand away. "You don't know me Alice," he said standing up. "You don't know me at all," Jasper's voice had an angry edge to it. "You should go find your family but you shouldn't stay with me." He had gone to stand by the window and stared out at the rain pelting against it.
"No!" Alice said angrily from behind him, the force of her anger, her desperation hitting him hard and he gasped. "I can't leave you Jasper," she said, softer this time. "I love you," she said, her voice a whisper.
Jasper turned around again. "I know," he said, just as softly. "I can feel it," Jasper said, finally looking her in the eye.
"You can feel it?" Alice asked, leaning towards him slightly but not touching him.
"Yes," Jasper said, smiling slightly. "You're not the only one with a gift Alice," Jasper said. "I can feel people's emotions and manipulate them if I want," Jasper explained.
"Really?" Alice asked, raising an eyebrow. "Show me," she demanded, moving to stand closer to him.
Jasper nodded and sent her a wave of anger. Alice's eyes widened as she felt suddenly as if she wanted to yell and scream and throw things. Just as quickly she was filled with a peaceful calm feeling that made her smile. Alice gasped suddenly as lust flared up inside of her and she bit down on her lip to keep from throwing herself at Jasper.
Jasper laughed then, grinning at her as all the emotions washed away. Alice grinned back and reached up to touch his cheek again. "You have a nice laugh," she told him, reveling in the sound. Jasper tensed once again under her touch and she pulled away from him reluctantly.
"We should hunt," Alice said softly, glancing out the window. "It will be dark soon and I know a good place not far from here." She turned back to face Jasper who was wearing a pained expression. "What is it?" Alice asked him.
"I hate hunting," Jasper said softly. "I can feel how afraid they are, how desperate they are to live," Jasper explained as a shudder ran through him.
"Oh—but Jasper, I don't drink from humans," Alice told him with a smile. "Only animals," she said, watching as surprise filled his face.
"Animals?" Jasper asked. He leaned forward and traced the skin around her eye. "Is that why your eyes are yellow?" he asked.
"Yes," Alice said, her voice no more than a whisper as she leaned into his touch. "That's how the rest of our family survives," she explained.
"Our family," Jasper repeated the words carefully, as if trying them out. "Does animal blood work the same way as human blood?" he asked.
"Almost," Alice answered. "If I'm not careful, it can be very difficult to be around humans. I've slipped a few times," Alice said softly. "In the beginning," she continued. "It's going to be hard for you," she told him, looking up and into Jasper's dark eyes.
Jasper nodded and clenched his jaw. "Let's go then," he said with a nod of his head and he followed Alice out into the night.
It was late when they made their way back upstairs to the hotel room. Alice had slipped her hand into Jasper's as they were leaving the woods and Jasper had kept his hand entwined with hers the entire way back to the hotel. His first experience with animal blood had been interesting—he felt full but unsatisfied in a way and his mouth had still pooled with venom when they walked past the sleepy desk manager in the hotel lobby. For the first time though he didn't feel like a monster after a meal, which he had to admit he liked.
"I think I'll take a shower now," Jasper said once they were back in the room. Alice nodded and slipped her hand from his, turning to head to the desk where her papers and drawings were scattered. Jasper watched her for a minute, thinking about how perfect she looked in the long white skirt. He shook his head and hurried into the bathroom, telling himself he couldn't think like that, not about her, as he turned on the water.
When Jasper got out of the shower a little while later, he took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror, focusing on his face instead of his scarred body. She had said she loved him but there was no way she could, not really. She was in love with some ideal of him that she had created in her mind—there was no way she really knew what he was. Jasper found himself searching for her emotions. He had known her for less than 24 hours and yet he found her happiness, her joy, was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.
When he couldn't feel her, couldn't feel anything except his own doubt and self-loathing, he got nervous. Jasper quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried from the bathroom. Had she left already, having figured out he wasn't what she thought?
Alice was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her forehead crinkled in concentration. She opened her eyes slowly and met his with a soft smile. 'What's wrong?" she asked him, taking in his dripping body clad only in the thin towel.
"I couldn't feel you," Jasper said softly. "I was worried you were gone," he explained.
Alice smiled and stood up moving towards him. "You can't feel me when I'm having a vision," she stated.
"I guess not," Jasper answered, feeling nervous as her eyes traveled across his chest, taking in the scars that marred his body. "What were you seeing?" he asked.
Alice looked back up at him. "Nothing important," she said with a small sigh and Jasper felt a small puff of frustration. "I've been trying to control the visions more, so I can see what I want to see but it doesn't always work that way," she explained, her eyes drifting back down to his chest. Alice stepped towards him and reached her hand out slowly. Her fingertips touched his chest and danced across one jagged scar that ran from his neck down to his belly button.
"Don't," Jasper said, grabbing her hand and pulling it away from his body.
Alice looked up at him. "Will you tell me what happened to you?" she asked softly, trying not to feel hurt by his reaction.
"You don't already know?" Jasper asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I see the future, not the past," Alice told him. "And I want to know everything about you," she grinned at him and Jasper had to fight not to grin back.
"Do I get to know everything about you?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Yes, even though it's not much," Alice answered and Jasper nodded. He went back into the bathroom to put his clothes back on. When he came back out, Alice was once again lying on the bed, this time with her eyes open. She smiled and patted the spot next to her. Jasper lay down next to her, being careful to keep a safe distance between the two of them.
Alice didn't pay any attention to that though and she leaned towards him, propping herself up on her elbow so she could look at him. "I'll go first because there's so little to tell," she said. Jasper watched her as she began to talk, telling him once again about waking up alone and confused and with no idea who or what she was. It was him actually, who had given her a name. Her first vision was of the two of them, their bodies entwined and Jasper leaning down to kiss her ear, whispering, "I love you Alice". She told him about using her visions to decide where to travel to, always looking for him. She told him more about her Cullen family, about how she kept seeing them but she never knew where they were. While she talked her emotions shifted from hopeful, to excited, to joyful, to loving. Jasper marveled over her optimistic attitude, so different from what he was used to. Despite her unknown past, she was a genuinely happy person and Jasper found himself drawn to that.
After awhile Alice smiled and shrugged. "That's about it," she told him, laughing lightly. "I told you there wasn't much to tell."
Jasper smiled back at her. "And what about the future?" he asked. "Tell me what you else you see."
Alice's eyes got wide and her smile deepened. "The future," she said. "We're happy, you and I. And we go to school and live like everyone else. And you and Edward and Emmett get along quite well—the three of you like to have wrestling matches," Alice said, explaining the glimpses she had of their life with the Cullens. "Carlisle lets you use his library all the time which you like and I think Esme's emotions help keep you calm," Alice said, understanding now the flashes she had of Jasper sitting next to Esme with his eyes closed while she went about some simple household task.
"What about the other girl?" Jasper asked, remembering the beautiful girl from Alice's drawings, the only one Alice hadn't mentioned yet.
"Rosalie," Alice said softly. "I know the least about her but I have the feeling something terrible happened to her. She can be so cold but you seem to get along with her as well. You seem to understand her," Alice told him.
Jasper nodded, wishing he could see what Alice saw. He had never thought about having a future, being a part of a family, loving someone. "It's your turn," Alice said, moving a little closer to him.
"Alice, you don't want to hear about my past," Jasper said, moving away from her and standing up.
"Jasper that is not fair," Alice said and Jasper was surprised by her sudden burst of anger. He heard her move behind him and she grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her. "I know you think you're some kind of monster and that you need to protect me from your past but you're not and you don't," Alice told him firmly. "I love you Jazz. I've loved you for as long as I can remember and nothing will change that."
"Jazz?" Jasper asked, raising his eyebrows and trying not to smile.
"Yes, that's your nickname," Alice answered impatiently, as if he should have known that. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were bright and Jasper could tell she was trying to hang onto her earlier anger.
"Alright, sit down," Jasper said nodding towards the bed. Alice sank into it and Jasper sat in the desk chair. He spoke softly, his voice gentle and quiet and hinting at the Southern accent that hid just under the surface. Jasper told her what he could remember of his human life, his family and growing up in Texas. He told her about the war, about knowing he seemed to possess some skill most people didn't. His voice got harsh when he talked about Maria and he was vaguely aware of Alice's jealousy as he spoke of the woman he had spent most of his life with.
Jasper told her about the vampire wars and how the scars were his souvenirs of that time. He told her about Peter and Charlotte and running away with them, of wandering around the United States, trying to go as long as possible without feeding.
It was early morning when Jasper finished his story—the sky was still dark but the promise of dawn was peeking across the horizon. He had spent most of the time staring out the window while he talked but now he turned to face Alice. She was sitting in the same position on the bed, watching him intently. Jasper was surprised not to feel any fear from her.
After a long moment of silence, Alice spoke. "Maria," she said softly and again Jasper felt her twinge of jealousy. "Did you love her?"
Jasper felt his lips twitch. "What Maria and I had was not love," he said. Jasper moved from the chair to sit next to Alice on the bed. He took her face between his hands so that she had to look him in the eye. "Don't be jealous of Maria," Jasper told her firmly. "She's nothing."
Alice nodded and smiled. She reached up and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, keeping her eyes on him. It felt like forever before she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, once again displaying his scarred chest to her. Alice let her fingers trace the many scars on his chest and arms. Jasper closed his eyes, surprised by how good she made him feel. Jasper tensed when he felt her lips brush across the knobby skin of a scar on his shoulder. Her lips followed the path of her hands, brushing softly across each ugly mark as if she could absolve him of every sin.
"Alice," Jasper said, drawing her face back up to his. "Alice," he said again before pressing his lips to hers. Their kiss started off gentle and soft but Alice quickly deepened it, opening her mouth to him. They fell backwards on the bed and Jasper settled himself over her small body. His hand slipped slowly under her shirt and gently made its way up her body, palming her right breast in his hand. Alice whimpered into his mouth and the sound triggered something in Jasper's mind.
He pulled away from Alice, leaving her breathing heavily on the bed. "Jasper?" she said. "What is it?" Her eyes were dark with want and Jasper took a deep breath to steady himself, trying to push her feelings away.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, looking away from her. "I shouldn't have done that," Jasper continued, moving to button up his shirt once again.
"Jasper," Alice said, hurrying off the bed and going to stand in front of him, taking his hands in hers. "I want you," she told him. "Please?" she asked softly as she stripped her shirt off and tossed it to the side. Jasper's eyes traveled down her body, taking in her perfect breasts covered by a rather skimpy black bra.
"Please Jasper?" Alice said again, slipping her skirt off to reveal a matching pair of underwear. She moved towards him, drawing his head down to hers so she could kiss him again. He kissed her back, unable not to, as he trailed one hand down her neck to land once again on her breast, feeling her through the thin fabric of her bra. His other hand slipped to her waist, pulling her close to him. Alice's small hands reached for his belt buckle and she fumbled with it, never tearing her lips from his. When she had managed to get his pants undone and pushed off, Jasper pulled away slightly.
They were both breathing deeply and Jasper ran a finger across her swollen lips. Alice smiled and pressed her lips to the tip of his finger, her eyes taking him in as he stood in front of her wearing only his boxers.
"Alice, I don't want to hurt you," Jasper said softly, placing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"You can't hurt me," Alice told him. "You won't hurt me Jasper," she leaned towards him again, whispering the words across his lips before she kissed him again. Jasper steered them towards the bed and Alice laughed against his mouth as they fell into it. Jasper was sure it was the most amazing sound he had ever heard. In that moment he knew what Alice had known for so long now—he loved this dark haired pixie woman and he would follow her anywhere.
The sun was just rising, bathing their hotel room in a strange pinkish glow as Alice and Jasper lay curled up together in the bed. Alice was tracing his scars again, running her tiny hands up and down his body and following them with her mouth, kissing and licking her way across his broken body.
Jasper still felt slightly self-conscious with her perfect form so close to his marred one but he was also reveling in the fact that Alice felt no fear when she touched the scars, only love. A thought occurred to Jasper and he glanced down at Alice, wondering if he should ask her.
"No, I haven't ever done this before," Alice said softly, pausing in her perusal of his body. She leaned on his chest and looked up at him. "At least, not that I remember," she tacked on.
"You knew what I was going to ask," Jasper said pulling her forward slightly so that she was tucked into his side, her head resting on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and Alice sighed happily.
"Yeah," she said, lacing her fingers with his. "Did you and Maria…?" Alice let the question trail off and looked down at their hands, away from Jasper's still dark eyes.
"We did," Jasper said softly and again he felt jealousy flare up inside of Alice. "But it wasn't like this Alice," he continued, shifting so he could press a kiss to her lips. "It never felt like this," he said against her mouth and he felt Alice smile.
"I love you Jasper," she whispered, curling her body into his even more, as if she couldn't be close enough to him.
"I…I love you too Alice," Jasper replied. He laughed at the intensity of Alice's happiness as she moved on top of him, kissing him deeply. "Thank-you," he said, pulling away from her kiss for a moment to run his hand across her face.
"For what?" Alice asked with a grin, kissing his eyes, his cheek, his chin, anywhere that she could reach.
"For saving me," Jasper replied. Alice smiled at him before kissing him again and Jasper lost himself in her, feeling complete for the first time in his life.