Glancing out the window, I found a light trance of rain begin to emerge suddenly out of dreary grey rain cloud. A small curve bent my once-cheery smile, and I soon found myself staring off into a space that only I could see. This was no help. Everything in the vision was blurry, images darting so fast that I could barely make out what the image was before it sped off to the next one like a game of hot potato. This was clearly an uncanny statement to tell me that something was wrong. Something dreadful.

Or maybe I was just overanalyzing everything again. Possessing the power to predict what would soon become present wasn't always a gift, but a curse. It drove me wild some times, and this was clearly one. I hated being uncertain, especially when I was used to having a good grip on most things that were bound to take place sooner or later. I lightly hopped off of my bed and silently pranced down the stairs, arriving to the family room.

Carlisle and Esme had once again rearranged the furniture, giving them "a new sense of style and life, since our lives will never change the way human's do", I had once overheard them telling a curious Emmett. The couch now had its back turned to the west staircase, a burgundy coffee table with a glass bowl of dark purple and an opposite brown providing more of a perfume to the house than was already there. A few portraits, one from nearly each of the family members, hung artistically around the huge room, strategically placed. There were a few more chairs and a loveseat also around the room, their burgundy and tan color matching quite well with the accented carpet. The scene in the living room was also quite normal; Edward had his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys of our grand piano, a newly thought up tune gracing the ears of those around him. Rosalie was sitting, right leg over left, on a huge chair, reading the latest copy of Glamour. Emmett was next to her, watching the Cubs and Yankees game with Carlisle while Esme sat next to her husband, interested in watching me.

I smiled at her, trying my best to grace her with a smile. "Alice, is there anything you need, dear?"

Smiling again, I rocked back and forth on my heels. In a high soprano voice I replied, "I was just wondering where Jasper was." I tried not to show my disappointment and concern.
This time it was Emmet who responded. "I saw him a few hours ago." He said, his eyes ungluing themselves from the television to look at me for a few seconds. "'Said something about needing to hunt or something."

I truly could not hide my emotions behind a smile anymore. My face contorted into a worried expression, my smile flopping down towards my tiny chin, and my heart sank. Jasper always had me accompany him when he went to hunt. He was so new to this lifestyle; We were in a more populated area now, and more humans were about. Of course I had 150% faith in my Jasper, yet another factor came into play: It was raining outside. He had once told me that rain was the worst time for him. "The scent carries more on the air, mixing in the sweet smell of rain. It does absolutely nothing for my thirst but increase it." He had said. I bit my lip and soon found myself pulling on my raincoat and boots. Unbuttoning the last button, I stopped midway, a vision gracing me.

Jasper leaned over the empty-eyed mortal, tears of hatred and grief spilling from his hating eyes.

"Alice?" Carlisle asked, turning to look at me. "Alice, dear, is everything okay? What did you see?"

"I'll tell you once I get back." I told him urgently, hoping that Edward would not tell them what had passed so terribly through my mind. Jerking open the door, I ran out into the pouring rain and followed his scent until I found myself on the top of a hill, overlooking a field of freshly cut grass, a pasture of cows, and a picturesque barn house, painted red with white shutters and doors. "Jasper!" I called desperately, toppling down the hill as I grew closer and closer to his scent.

I was led to the open front door and up a flight of stairs. My vision soon came true to my terrible realization. Jasper was knelt down above a few mortals, their bodies sucked dry of life and blood, each strewn a few feet from one another. I could tell he could sense I was near, and instantly turned around to stare at me with pained, sorrowful eyes.

Soon, he was shaking with sobs of remorse and hate, of inner, self-constructed hatred and regret. I rushed over to him, cradling him in my arms like a baby. I ran him up to the top of the hill, all the while whispering softly in his ear.

I sat down on the hill, holding him close to me, resting his head against my shoulder. Stroking his hair, I watched as his face slowly looked up to me. "I am such a horrible monster." He said in a dead, kill me now type of voice. "But I just couldn't help it." His voice broke and a new wave of tears flowed freely from his eyes.

"Shhh," I told him, resting my nose on his.

"How can I possibly be quiet?" He asked rhetorically, biting his lip painfully as he dug his nails hard into his palm. "I killed innocent people? And why? Because I'm the weakest! I just needed the blood, needed the comfort, and I couldn't contain or control myself! I know you believe in me, Alice, but the thing is, you need to leave me! I'm not right for you; I'm not right for anyone. I'm going to go to Hell, if I'm not condemned to torture forever. You don't deserve me. You don't, Alice! You need someone who can c-control themselves, who can be a proper gentlemen and not fail you! Don't you see?! I've failed you!"

Once again, he began to shake with tears. I rubbed short little circles on his shoulder blades. "Jasper, I need you to listen to me." I told him with a firm, yet loving voice. "We've all killed innocent people. We're all weak. We all feel like we can't control ourselves, and every single one of us has gone through what you're going through. And don't you dare tell me that you're not right for me, or that I don't deserve someone like you. I need you. Who cares about deserving someone; if you need someone, you can't live without you. Don't you see, Jazz, I can't go on without you. You filled my life with a sunshine that had never been there before. " I continued to rub his shoulder, continuing. "You are my gentlemen, and no one could ever come close to replacing you. And never… Never say you've failed me. You've done far from! And you needn't feel ashamed to ask me to go hunting with you if you need to go, baby. I'd whether go with you all the time than not. It's our duty to protect each other."

I glanced down at him with amber eyes, noticing that his were now a deep crimson. I kissed his nose softly, removing plastered hair from his forehead. "Please, Jazz, you have to trust me."

The rain had now subsided. It was just us, the grass, and the world. "Trust me."

"I d-do." He replied in a shaky voice. "It's myself that I don't trust."

I could tell he was dealing with some serious internal battle, one that I would only have to wait to help him with. The time would come, I could tell, I just couldn't be sure of when. "Well, I trust you. Shouldn't that be enough?"

Jasper didn't answer, yet stood up before offering a hand to help me up. I took it willingly, just as he had done with me so many years ago in the famous diner. "All I want to do is be in your arms." He told me finally.

"Alright," I answered, smiling smally up at him. "Let's go home."