AN: So I'm trying to keep this vampire story as realistic as possible: oxymoron, I know. So throughout the story there will be some 20's slang and culture references. Like in this; Yes, Chanel was the designer of the 1920's. Also, I had to plug my favorite silent film of all time in this. The Big Parade came out in 1925 but I'm just going to ignore that fact as this story is set a couple years earlier.

AN2: This is really my favorite chapter so far. It took me so long to write because I've never written Alice or Jasper before. But I'm really happy with it. They might be my favorite couple in this yet.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it. Oh when will SM listen to my advice and make Twilight a Broadway musical? lol

Warning: Who's up for a questionable lemon and remorseless murder? I am!

Song: I Move On- Chicago- end credits

When I can't find a single star to hang my wish upon
I just move on...I move on
I run so fast! I shotgun blast
can hurt me not one bit!
I'm on my toes! 'Cause heaven knows
A movin' target's

hard to hit!
So as we play in our ballet
we're not the dyin' swan
We just move on...we move on

Jasper's POV

They say that there's a little bit of good in everyone.

I always thought that that was a load of horse manure. That is, until I met that sweet little baby faced dame. After almost a hundred years of a damned and dark existence of course when I fall in love it would be with an absolute maniac.

But more to that later.

I was with a woman- beautiful. I still noticed; I wasn't that far gone not to. She smelled like liquor and other men and lust was pouring off of her, crippling me with it. I swallowed loudly and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Her neck, I decided would do nicely. Whores were my latest craving.

She stalked towards me like a predator and I almost laughed. If she only knew… I let her think she was overpowering me and stepped back until my back met the concrete wall behind me. The alley was dark; only a little light streamed through from the nearby street. I let her kiss me. Her lust got the better part of me and I returned her kiss in full; letting my sharp teeth graze her lips and my venom taint her blood. She stiffened and tried to push away at my chest but her blood was sweet. I drank her there until there was nothing and left her body leaned against the wall like a prop.

Suddenly the sound of frantic heartbeats and heels slapping the ground hurried in my direction and I retreated further into the alley until I was completely obscured from the light.

From the dark I saw a pretty little angel. She looked like little porcelain doll. She was tiny, no taller than a child but she was no child. Her black hair was short and spiky and her lips were the poutiest set of red stained lips I'd ever seen. I wanted to suck the blood from those lips.

She was followed by two burley looking men but strangely there was no fear coming from the little pixie who was obviously about to be threatened.

"Look, lady. Give us the fur coat and your purse or else." To emphasize his point he pulled out a knife and inched it towards her.

For some reason unknown to me, everything within me screamed in fury at the sight of them threatening this helpless woman. Which was odd; humans didn't mean anything to me. They were just pretty food. What was this little human to a creature like me? I tried my best to keep my fury from spreading to them because the last thing I needed was it escalating the situation.

She pursed her lips and stood tall like a brave little soldier and said, much to the shock of everyone including myself, "No."

The men looked confusedly at themselves and then back at her. "Are you crazy or something? We aren't kiddin' around. Give us the goods or I'll cut you a new smile."

She narrowed her eyes at them and spoke in a high yet determined voice. "This coat and this bag is Chanel and if you want it, you'll have to pry it from my cold dead fingers."

I was floored and so were they. I'd never seen such courage from anyone that small in my life, not even in battle. The men inched towards her and I debated with myself.

The knife inched towards her pouty lips and I made my decision.

"Hey," I called as I stepped out from the darkness. "You heard the lady. Scram."

"What are you going to do about it cowboy?" One of them goaded and inched the knife closer to her face. My eyes darkened but before I could act she kneed the man in the groin and he stumbled backwards gripping himself in pain.

"Little bitch." The other man lunged at her and I closed the gap between us and slammed both of them against the nearest wall.

Their fear was so strong I could taste it when they looked into my black eyes and it took everything in me not to slaughter them both. "Leave," I growled and they scampered off.

We were alone and she was boring holes into me with her gaze. My eyes raked over the fierce little creature before me. She was beautiful and yet unafraid of being alone with me. Her eyes briefly flitted to the barely canceled corpse leaning against the wall behind me and I flooded her with a false sense of calm. I inhaled, which brought her sweet smelling blood to my attention.

Then she smiled at me and I was hers. "What's ailing her," she motioned to the dead women, slumped against the wall.

"Ale," I shrugged and gave an easy smile. She giggled.

"You're a real lady killer, aren't you?" She joked and I struggled to keep my face blank.

She had no idea.

I kept sending her false waves of calm as I steered her away from the alley and my victim until we were down the street. Then a wave of desire stronger than any feeling I've ever experienced radiated from her to me. It crippled me. The desire wasn't lust in particular but just want and dire need. She wanted me. Even as we walked I was beginning to feel the anxiety of our impending separation set in to her emotions. I didn't understand it but I wanted to meet that desire in every way. And so began my slow descent into heaven and hell.

I knew I was going to regret by next action but I turned to her and said, "My names, Jasper Whitlock by the way. And you are…"

She said my name silently to herself and looked up at me with that earth shattering smile of hers and I knew I'd do anything for that smile. "Jasper…kind of sounds like jazz. Can I call Jazz?"

I smiled, despite myself, a remnant of my old southern charm. "It depends on when you call me that, little lady."

"In the throws of passion, of course," she said sweetly while maintaining her innocent smile and batting her eyelashes and I nearly choked on the venom in my mouth.

"That is," she continued while I struggled to come out of shock, "If you're not too much of a southern gentleman to let a girl thank her hero properly."

X

I followed her to a cab where she chatted incessantly about nothing in particular. It didn't really bother me as much as mindless human chatter usually did. Everything about this little sprite drew me in. I trailed her hesitantly up to her apartment, not sure if it was bloodlust or just plain lust that I was feeling. My plan, in all honesty, was to kill her once we got inside. But when she opened the door my jaw dropped open. I'd never seen so many things in my life. Aside from being an expensively decorated place there were literally unopened hat and shoe boxes everywhere. Outfits, still in their bags littered every surface. Paintings leaned against every wall as if they'd been recently purchased and have yet to be hung. And I can't even begin to get started on the jewelry.

She followed my eyes and gave a little shrug. "I run out of space to keep them all." She stifled a giggle at my baffled look and then began scanning for a suitable place to sit. "Okay, I admit. Everyone's got their own addiction. Mine is things."

"I can see that," I said in a wry tone and she flashed me that smile of hers. If I wasn't careful with that smile of hers I'd be likely to end up one of her kept things. Not that I would mind.

My eyes found the not yet littered bar counter behind her and I strode towards her, grasped her by her tiny waist and set her up on it. "Who buys you all these things, little lady," I demanded softly as I gazed into her eyes which were now at my eye-level.

She batted her eye lashes coyly and I struggled to keep my overwhelming lust from spreading to her. "Aren't you strong."

"I'm not that strong," I lied. "You just happened to be very tiny. And you're deflecting. Who buys you all these things?"

She giggled and smirked innocently. "My daddy."

I stepped into the space between her open thighs. There was a tiny change in her expression, too small for any human to notice. She bit her lips for a fraction of a second and then re-plastered on a saucy smirk. I noticed.

My eyes darkened. I wasn't from this time but I knew enough of the jargon to know that she wasn't talking about her father. The intense feeling of possession I felt was irrational but no matter how hard I tried to suppress it it wouldn't go away. She was mine. I wanted no one else having her. But such thoughts would only awaken the monster within me so I smiled and kept it light.

"And what about love, Miss Brandon?" I asked, dodging the elephant in the room. "Don't you want that too?" I wasn't sure why exactly I asked but she seemed like the kind of woman who had her emotions completely screwed. She was pouring emotions on me like a faucet but not one of them was the kind of emotion a woman feels for a man or even a person. All she felt was need and want, like I was one of her things she had to have. And for a fraction of a second when I moved closer to her there was intense lust but she quickly shooed it away.

"Tell me Jazz," she asked, never changing her light tone. "What is love?"

I thought good and long about how I would go about explaining this to her. God knows I was the last person qualified to explain human emotion. The only emotion I let myself feel was the fear of my kill. That, I reveled in. I had felt love before; between two passing humans, but had usually shut it out. And I couldn't remember being in love when I was alive. Those last memories of life had been tainted by war and death.

"It's…" I struggled to find a reference. "Have you ever seen The Big Parade?" She nodded and I could feel her confusion. "Well you know that final scene?"

"Where he's lost his leg in the war but he goes back to France anyway looking for Melissande?" she added whimsically. Women and their movies. I nodded.

"After all the horrors and massacres that's passed between them he finds her and their eyes lock," I explained, attempting to sound detached like a lecturer and failing. "That look between them that takes everything away; that's love."

She smiled that misleading innocent smile of hers and poured her violet eyes into mine. She looked at me as if I were a beacon of light in the darkness; something pure and good amidst the monsters of this vile city. I had her fooled. And that was precisely the moment that she fell in love with me. I felt her warm emotions fill every inch of me, breaking me, molding me. I felt my dormant heart swell with her emotion. When exactly I fell in love with Alice Brandon, I'm not sure but it was somewhere between hello and that moment.

Alice:

My day had gone from bad to worse until I saw him, standing there looking like a dark angel in the dimmed street lights. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was meant to be mine. It was like that feeling you get when you see a designer hat in a window, you know you have to have it. I needed to have him.

I was surprised that I was so overwhelmingly drawn to him; a seemingly harmless southern charmer. Bad guys were usually more my style: mobsters and big money bootleggers to be more exact. Which leads me to why my day was going so shabbily.

James; a real big cheese in Chicago. He was big bootlegger who happened to be rich, egotistical, and ruthless. And I was his moll. Apart from being a sick coldblooded bastard, he had a real baby doll complex with women; he liked them tiny, diminutive, and especially dumb. All to indulge his sick fantasies, I'm sure. I wasn't the latter but for a couple of diamond earrings I could pretend. I liked things not men. And I liked the things he gave me. So kept my trap shut while he paraded me around as his latest pretty little dumb Dora.

Until I finally got sick of the act and told him I wanted out. Being the perverted little snake he is, he put a gun to my head and told me he'd kill me if he ever heard me talking like that.

So I told him to kill me, dared him to do it. I may be a lot of things, but intimidated by a man was not one of them.

Then I grabbed my bag and coat and stormed out. That was me; Alice Brandon. I didn't connect with people, just things. People only caused trouble; only used me. And when it didn't work out, I just moved on.

And then Jasper Whitlock came along and broke me. He chiseled away at all my pretenses, my money, my stuff, and striped me clean. I fell in love with him on the spot. He wasn't like James or any of my other rich daddies. He was caring, gentle, and in tune with my emotions.

He was real eccentric too; never went out on sunny days but preferred the gloom of an overcast day and the twilit evenings. He never ate, of course that was probably because of my terrible cooking. I was the kind of girl who usually ate out. Apart from his beautiful features; straight carved nose, roguishly long blonde hair, and muscular yet lean build, he had the strangest ever changing set of dark eyes. Sometimes I swear I could see a speckle of red in them.

He came and went. Where he went I knew not. Sometimes he was gone for days. He was one of those artsy types; you couldn't keep him in one place for long. When he was here we talked, he kept it vague, and I listened. We laughed, we danced, we made love and oh we fought. He thought I was selfish and materialistic and I thought he was darker than he was letting on. I loved him. He loved me. It was perfect.

Until I found him cozying up to another girl.

I saw him that night. It was the same night Rosalie Hale got arrested for killing her sister and husband. I was at that club, drinking and having a good time. She was crooning out some song on stage that should have been a two person act.

The spotlight accidentally panned over the crowd and I saw him…and her.

"Be right back, Kate. I've got to go powder my nose," I whispered to my confused friend and shuffled out of the building.

I stepped out of the club and instantly took a step backwards. There he was with some hussy leaned against the wall. She was moaning and groaning like some tiger in heat and she had her arms around my Jasper. It's a pity I didn't carry a pistol on me or else I would have killed them both. I kept quiet and peaked again and saw his lips go to her neck and she moaned again. I'd seen enough.

"Where are you going? The show's just getting started." Kate exclaimed, when I breezed back in and grabbed my purse.

"Out for blood, darling," I said in my typical baby doll voice but it was laced with venom. "We'll do lunch, tomorrow."

With that I stormed home in a jealous rage. I paced my apartment for what seemed like hours, reasoning with myself. If I was some innocent little girl I probably would have just cried. But I didn't cry, couldn't. I was too royally pissed off to cry. I, Alice Brandon, was a lot of things; a gangster's moll, a shopaholic, and what Freud would call a neurotic. But I would be damned if Jasper Whitlock thought he was going to go with another woman.

The verdict; he had to die.

Jasper

I was screwed and I knew it.

I knew the moment she stepped out of that club that it was over. I could smell her scent but what could I do, stop feeding off the woman and let her turn? No, I couldn't and so I let her think whatever she thought and didn't try to stop her from going.

I debated with myself for hours; wondering the streets of Chicago with that woman's blood fresh on my lips, until I found myself at her door. Her door was unlocked at I let myself in, preparing for the worst but expecting what I got; a gun pointed at my chest.

I could have laughed at the gesture if her emotions weren't so gripping and frantic. Poor sweet little, neurotic Alice. If only she could kill me and put me out of my misery. "Alice, let me explain," I pleaded, already prepared to lie to her again.

"No," she screamed and moved her finger over the trigger. "Everything you say is a lie." True. "You said you loved me and that was a lie."

"No Alice, I do love you. Never doubt that."

She moved the gun's aim to my head and if only she didn't have such a sweet face she'd have looked fearsome. Just before she could press the trigger, my quick reflexes kicked in and I closed the distance between us and grabbed her hand midair.

"Listen to me, Alice," I begged as she struggled against my grasp. The gun was still clenched in her hand as she struggled futilely against my strength.

"No," she sobbed. "I trusted-…" She broke off into sobs and tried again to aim the pistol at me. I pressed her gently against a nearby wall and gripped the pistol in her hand, pinning it against the wall. The, other I caught midair, refraining it from colliding against my solid chest.

I knew what I was doing was wrong and yet I couldn't stop it. It was like a never ending cycle. Her emotions kept cascading to me, gripping me with pain and anguish and I wanted so badly to make it go away but I couldn't. I was the cause of that pain. So I kissed her, deeply and felt her hot tears sting my lips.

"I'm so sorry," I murmured against her skin as I trailed kisses along her jaw to her neck. What else could I say; 'I'm sorry Alice but that woman you thought I was fooling with is really my latest victim'? No, I'd rather she thought I betrayed her rather know what I am; a killer.

"Why… you're just like ever other louse in this city." Her voice was full of hot tears. The little sprite was so full of fury and passion. It swelled from her to me. "I'll kill you," she shrieked and tried again to move her triggered hand from my grasp.

"Yes," I confessed, "I am, and probably worse." I moved her robe aside and hoisted her up by her creamy thighs. She fought me but I could feel her anger morphing into arousal and it fueled me on. "Kill me later darlin' I need you now."

"I hate you," she hissed as I entered her hot wet core.

"I love you," I crooned. God, what kind of monster have I become? After this, I promise myself I'd find a way to stop killing. It was making me cruel, callused.

I freed her hands and moved mine to roam her lace clad body. She moaned and dropped the gun. I heard it clatter as it hit the floor. "God damn you," she whispered and I kissed her fiercely. Little whimpers escaped her mouth and I drove into her heat repeatedly.

"I know baby. I know," I soothed and wasn't that the truth. I was as damned as they come. She grabbed a fistful of my longish hair and tugged. I barely felt it. What I did feel was her orgasm building, dragging me right along with her. She fought every step of the way; trying her hardest to make herself stay angry. I could feel every ounce of it.

Fresh tears spilled from her eyes as her tight walls shuttered around me. She cried out, despite herself, and clutched me to her fiercely. I felt every ounce of pain and pleasure I pulled from her. "I'm so sorry," I muttered against her neck as I came inside of her and I was; sorry for being such a monster, sorry that my nature couldn't be hidden.

I stepped back drunkenly and let her down. Hazily, I leaned against the wall I had her up on and let out a ragged breath.

With hooded eyes I watched her silently as she bent down and retrieved the gun and paced across the room. Her emotions were all over the place and I had to actively block them out to think straight.

"What are you doin' Alice?" I asked, nervously but she didn't answer.

She grabbed a pack of cigarettes off a nearby table, lit one and put it to her lips erratically but still remained silent. She was conflicted, I could feel that.

"Alice, baby let's talk about this." I pleaded, trying to calm her down but not moving from my spot. I didn't want to make any sudden movements and scare her into doing anything rash. "Alice-"

The sound of the gun exploded and a bullet hit me dead between the eyes. I think I was more shocked about her aim than anything else. "What the-"

Another bullet hit me and then another and I quickly that realized if I didn't want to bring the Volturi out here I was gonna have to play dead, quick. I went down after the last bullet but not before seeing her grab a coat, drop the lit cigarette on the floor and dash out. Not an ounce of remorse.

X

"Wow," Edward said when I was done recanting my tale to him.

"Yeah," Emmett agreed. "You win. Your girlfriend's the craziest."

I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes. "At least I didn't actually cheat on her or try to hit her like some people."

Their anger radiated off of them and they both moved into defensive positions. Oh please, Emmett was easy to take, even if he did have newborn strength and Edward had nothing on me. I've been killing vampires for a century. Edward growled at my thoughts and Carlisle cleared his throat.

"Anyway," I sighed. "So after the little spitfire shot me I went searching; to find myself, if you will. I tried to hunt but whenever I did I saw Alice's hurt face and I knew I didn't want to be a monster again. Then I found Carlisle and he led me to his way of life."

"But your eyes," Edward interrupted. "They're-"

"I slip." I shrugged nonchalantly although I felt differently.

AN: I channeled a bit of Sid and Nancy in this chapter. I wanted these two to be crazy in love. Lol I think this chapter is Sid and Nancy meets Vicky Christina Barcelona meets Chicago. Hope you liked!

PS: If you knew how I'd toiled over this chapter… Show me some love guys. Hope I didn't offend anyone's sense of decency with the chapter. The lemon was sort of my favorite to write so far. It's kind of…questionable but I liked that about it. It's so emotionally charged. Anyway, what did you think and what do you think of my version of Alice and Jasper?

Next back-story up: Emmett and Rosalie.