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The rain started to come down like it had in my vision, and I started to feel jumpy. I wanted to get up and walk around, but I didn't know if I would lose my spot, so I sat where I was. I looked at the window every time that girl came by, but I had no luck. I was facing the door, but my eyes were unfocused when he walked in. I didn't hear the heartbeat of the newcomer, so I focused immediately, and hopped out of my chair. He was here! I walked to him, almost ran to him, and I paid no attention to the thought that it might startle him. He wouldn't mind. This I knew.
"You've kept me waiting a long time," I said, my smile still in place. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. He ducked his head. How cute.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said in a southern accent. He was even more beautiful in person. I was not disappointed. I held my hand out, and he took it. Strange that he could trust a stranger so quickly.
I had all my belongings in a bag, which I had taken today. I had had my doubts that he would show, but he came through. Thankfully. We walked to the forest, slipping in without anyone noticing. We were probably the only people who were walking around in weather like this. We went deep in the forest so that people wouldn't stumble in on us and question what we were doing so far out. It was easier this way too. We found a relatively dry spot and sat down. That's when we got to know each other.
"And that's when Peter and Charlotte found me. They said that they had been living quite well for a while away from the south, and they wanted me to join them. So I did, but I felt out of place. I still don't enjoy feeling the fear and pain that my victims do, but I live through it. I told them I was going to go my own way, and they accepted that. That's when I decided to come here. The only problem was getting here," he said, finishing his story. My jaw was hanging open. Poor thing, he had lived with hate and rage and bloodlust for his first years as a vampire. I wouldn't have been able to survive.
"Have I said too much?" he asked timidly, looking at me for the first time since he'd started his story. I shook my head. I was in disbelief. I had heard of the wars in the south, be never met someone who had been through them. Though it did explain the scars…
"Well, my story is very uneventful compared to that," I said, snapping out of my momentary shock. He laughed, it was such a beautiful sound, and nodded his head in agreement. "Truthfully, I don't remember anything from my human life. I just grew up on my own. I found out how to stay inconspicuous though, that's a good skill. But other than that, I've been living on my own pretty much my entire life," I explained in a few short sentences. Yes, I may have been repetitive, but at this point, I could care less.
He took it in, and seemed to understand. It wasn't much to comprehend, but I could see a question forming in his mind. His mouth opened, and then closed again. I wanted to tell him to spit it out, but that would be considered rude, so I waited… somewhat patiently.
"How did you know I was coming?" he blurted out. This I wasn't expecting. Would he believe that I could see the future? He had told me he could feel and manipulate emotions, so could I tell him? Would he believe me? He must have felt my unease, because his hand found mine and squeezed lightly. If I had a beating heart, it would have fluttered uncontrollably. I smiled at him, not sure how to continue.
"You told me you can feel and manipulate emotions, but you haven't proven it, so that makes me skeptical, but I hope you won't be that way with me. I - I get visions," I said. The last part was rushed, but the introduction was slow. Why couldn't it be the other way around?
"I can show you what I can do, if you'd like," he offered. He didn't say anything about my… gift, as some would call it. This worried me.
"Right now, you're worried, but about what, I can't tell. I accept that you get visions, as you call them. How else would I have felt recognition rolling of your body like swells coming onto the beach? You were excited when you first saw me, and that ignited an emotion I haven't felt in a long time, and as for my manipulating emotions, you'll find out soon enough," he said. His other hand had found my free one, and our knees were touching. Even sitting on logs he was still taller than me. I looked at him, and he looked at me, and we sat in silence, knees touching and holding hands. I didn't know how long we stayed like that, and I didn't care. I hadn't been that happy in a long time, and it was a feeling I was going to welcome with open arms. I wanted to hold on to the moment, but my mind was pulling me away…
"Carlisle," the boy from my previous vision said. "You and Esme need to go hunting again. It's been too long, and you both need to get out of the house," he continued, following the blond man around a labyrinth of halls. I assumed Carlisle was the blond man.
"We are perfectly fine, you needn't worry, Edward," Carlisle said. So the boys name was Edward… interesting. The boy, Edward, shook his head disapprovingly.
"You did this last time, and you and Esme rid the forest of squirrels while you were looking for the main dish," he said. I heard a mocking tone in his voice. They were arguing like a father and son would about one of the two not working enough. It was strange.
"If it gets rid of you, we will gladly go," the man said, turning to face Edward abruptly. He was obviously annoyed by Edward, and wanted him to stop bugging. How long had this Edward been bugging Carlisle about feeding? But he did need to feed, his eyes were a deep black, and the bruised looking bags under his eyes were alarming.
"Carlisle, you know you'll never be able to fully get rid of me," Edward said with a smirk. Then it dawned on me that Carlisle must have been through this argument and was finally at his breaking point. He just needed to get away from Edward.
"Alice, are you alright?" Jasper's voice brought me back. I was scared. If these visions were going to be a common thing, I might as well get used to the fact that these, now three, vampires didn't drink human blood. I couldn't understand why they didn't, and it scared me. Jasper's gift was showing through, he looked scared as well.
I told him of my most recent vision, and of the previous one. He shook his head, not entirely understanding why they didn't hunt humans either. We didn't discuss it, but instead, as the conversation died out, we began to stare at each other again. I traced his scars with my fingers, and he didn't mind. He sat there, watching my face as I did. He had a small smile, and it soon had me curious enough to ask.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked this as if we had known each other for years. He shook his head, but explained anyway.
"You're so complex. You're feeling amazed, curious, sad, all these emotions I haven't felt in a while, and none of them I'm interested in, surprisingly," he said. He spoke as if he were talking to himself, and a look of, "I want more information," spread across my face. He caught this look, smiled again, and leaned closer to my face. "I want to see if I can get that emotion out of you," he whispered in my ear. He brought his face back to mine so we could look each other in the eye, closed his eyes and then lightly kissed my lips.
At first I felt shock, then joy, then bliss. He smiled, pulling away and opening his eyes. "That's what I wanted to feel," he said. I looked at him, admiring his beauty. I couldn't say anything. I was in shock, but I loved it. I loved feeling happy. I loved him.
Okay, Jasper said he'd felt hope for the first time in one-hundred years when he first met Alice, and the only reason he doesn't share that with her is because he was too preoccupied with his other feelings. Also, this is in Alice's point of view (obviously) and so, of course, she wouldn't know he'd felt hope. Please review.