(Alice)

The vision was brief and vivid, burning behind my eyes and dragging ragged breaths from my chest. My throat constricted, tightening even after it passed and the living room swam back into focus. My hands fluttered to my neck and I choked back the sob that had automatically surfaced there.

Jasper's hands were making slow circles on my back, sending soothing waves from his touch. I cringed away from them, struggling to understand what I had just seen. I couldn't believe it. It was impossible! I searched Jasper's face wildly, looking for some hint of betrayal at what I had just seen. There was nothing, and as my eyes roamed the face that I knew and loved so well, I understood the foundation of concrete love that was unfaltering and unchanging between us. I trusted him inexplicably and he I, the vision must have been a fluke or some passing fantasy of Jasper's filtering into my mind.

I slowly began to gather my flustered thoughts and leant back into Jasper's arms, his fingers continued their slow dance across my skin. He didn't ask, he was waiting for me to explain, and the room was quiet as I wondered how I could explain my vision without upsetting Jasper. All the while the vision convulsed in my mind, fighting my attempts at pushing it away and making me feel sick.

Eventually Jasper tired of waiting and spoke my name gently. I could hear the worry in his voice and I knew that he was well aware of how much the vision had shaken me. I couldn't get out of this one.

"You don't want to tell me?" He spoke again as I didn't reply and this time his voice was a little warmer.

I looked back up into his face that gazed adoringly into my own and focused on the security I felt in being together, softened my expression and gave him a tiny sheepish smile. "It's nothing to worry about." I placed my hands in his lap, nuzzling further into his neck, adopting a position that was so familiar and comfortable that I couldn't help but feel more at ease. I would never let anything come between this, this perfection could never be topped by anyone or anything for either of us, I was certain. My hands tightened on his jeans as I was filled with a rejuvenated sense of determination to make Jasper the happiest he could ever be with me, and me alone. "It's just keeping me on my toes." I murmured into his neck as I brushed my lips against his skin.

His body relaxed and I could barely believe my luck. He'd let me off! My wonderful Jasper; always so understanding. I moved one hand up his neck, tracing one of the silver arcing scars there and gently dragged my teeth across his neck. His body tensed again but with a new feeling now swooping between us.

"Let's get out of the house for while." He drawled in his low southern accent and a tremor of excitement rippled through me. Even now I wanted him as much as I had the first time.

The next couple of months were a dream. Jasper and I were closer than we had been before as I was bent on making every day count. Although we had forever I was filled with the sudden urge to live every day as if it were our last, every last day I had I wanted to fill with Jasper and make memories.

As we were currently going through school together, our days couldn't be as activity packed as I would have liked but we made the most of our evenings and weekends. We travelled a lot, searching for new places that we hadn't yet experienced together and spent our time there in a romantic daydream. We also took on a project of building ourselves the most perfect home for our perfect life together to flourish in. And when we weren't busy I ravaged his body, savoring the taste and feel of him.

I never mentioned to Jasper the reason behind my fresh enthusiasm in our life together and he on his part never questioned me. But I had never seen him look happier; everyday there was a glow of contentedness that brightened his already dazzling face. He looked like an angel as his eyes lost some of the darkness that swirled in them usually; he relaxed, laughing more readily even in the presence of so many humans at school. He seemed to be connecting with the rest of the family easier, joking with Emmett and engaging with sullen Edward. He even seemed more patient with Rosalie.

(Jasper)

I didn't know what it was but Alice was caught up about something. She seemed more attentive than ever to me, always touching or watching me with burning pride and yet I could sense a whisper of hesitation that hadn't been there before. I probed deeper and realized that it wasn't hesitation, it was some kind of panicky nervousness. However Alice herself seemed even more exuberant than she had been before, showering me with compliments, affections and gifts.

It was like when we had first met, how I took up every part of her existence and she thought of nothing outside of me. I was flattered and also curious as to what had brought this on, but I knew better than to ask. If Alice got a notion into her head, it was best just to ride it out rather than annoy her by questioning her. Alice hated nothing more than being questioned. Of course she had spent her entire life being right, why would she ever need to be questioned?

That was fine by me, it was relaxing for me to let myself be lead – I had been left to my own devices for long enough before I met Alice and look what a miserable time that had been. Besides I had always been a military man, I was used to taking orders.

As time went on, her adoration of me began to rub off and I started to become more confident in myself. If Alice trusted that I wasn't going to slip up and loved me so completely then there was nothing to worry about at school. With this I could begin to overlook the expectation my family constantly felt waiting for me to lose control and kill someone, and I allowed myself to get closer to them all.

Life was perfect as long as I was being guided by my guardian angel – Alice.