Authors note; After much nagging from EMOloveMEplease, I present to you another chapter! Although this isn't very popular, I think it is my favourite. –Smiles-. Guess what?! After you read this, I expect you to review! –Evil finger waggle- We have a bit of A/J going on here. Flicking through my other chapters, I have realised I have no Alice POV. –Le gasp! - So, Alice will come along not next chapter, but the one after. Oh, and I didn't think Alice's spiky hair was very appropriate to this kind of story. It is still black, but long instead.

Disclaiming: I never said I was powerful, I said I was a wizard.

Behind Closed Doors

Part Six.

He hid in the alcove of one of the many rooms. He was watching the many people enter his home, but he was looking for one face. He saw Miss. Lauren Mallory enter the large doorway, dressed in an emerald green dress. He was well hidden, and knew so; therefore let his facial expressions show his opinion.

Looking at Lauren, he raised an eyebrow at her act. He was tempted to clap for her; she was a very good actress, but he refrained from doing so, inevitably making a sceptical of himself. She looked so rehearsed as she greeted Mrs. Whitlock, that Jasper couldn't hold back the smile. Her green dress was well made, and classically beautiful, but he disliked the way she wore it. Her head was just a little too high, and her nose was just a little too upturned. There was an air about the way she walked and held herself that made Jasper sick. She walked past others as if she were above all, and should be treated as a goddess.

Others that entered the doors would stare up at the ceiling, taking in the paintings of naked angels with golden halos.

The family that caught his attention he wanted to greet yet wanted to shy away from. He desperately wanted to praise Miss. Alice on her beautiful dress, and he wanted to hold her small hand in his.

He was disgusted with himself. He had known the young lady most of her years, but only spoken to her on several occasions. He found himself falling in love with a stranger, and the stranger he was in love with will hate him by the nights end. This was the one fact Jasper could not handle.

Miss. Isabella was a fine woman, of course, but Jasper was not interested. She was a prude. She did not have an innocence that you would expect, but she seemed cold hearted. She would recoil if a hand was misplaced while dancing, as if you had electrocuted her. She had the kind of glow as if she was already in love, yet no one seemed to notice. She had a pleasant air compared to Lauren, but this was also a façade. Jasper felt as if she had a large secret she was keeping from others, and this made her seem sly.

Jasper did not know what brought him to Alice. She was young. She, like her sister, also had an innocence, but it was pure. She was open; no secrets were held. She seemed very warm and carefree. While she is young, she is no more than a year Isabella's junior. There was something about her, but Jasper couldn't seem to place it…

He watched her carefully, studying the way she walked. He looked intently at her face, smiling at the face of wonder and astonishment as she gazed at the beautiful paintings above her head.

He followed her as she entered the main room, staying at least six feet away. He looked at her feet, and marvelled at their petite size.

He was surprised to follow her into some of the rooms, especially ones where no one was. He expected her to keep away from the silent rooms, in fear she were denied entry. She could go anywhere she liked.

For the first few rooms she entered, he stood in the doorway. In the fourth room, he entered with her, closing the door behind him. She jumped at the sudden noise of the shutting door, and spun to face him.

He smiled at her as she studied him. Her eyes wandered over his body, lingering over his chest. He smirked; glad to see his effect on her.

"Good evening, Miss. Swan." He said more formally than he liked, bowing slightly. He longed for the time where he could greet her more fondly.

"Mr. Whitlock. I'm so sorry to intrude…"

"No, no, it is quite alright." He told her sincerely, tracing her form with his eyes much like she had done to him. A silence covered them, and he longed for something to say. The only thing that came to mind sounded corny and rehearsed, but it was better than nothing at all.

"How are you enjoying the evening so far?"

"It is pleasant." She told him, spinning her back to him to stare longingly at the pieces of art.

Unable to keep himself away, he takes a few large strides towards her back, and places his hands on her shoulders, feather light. She hardly feels it, but she does feel his breath on her neck and his whispers in her ear.

"You look beautiful." He whispered, grazing his lips against her earlobe. Her whole frame shook, and he smiled, glad at her reaction. He nipped lightly on her earlobe, nibbling at it gently with his teeth. His hands travelled down her sides, and found purchase on her waist. He pulled her closer to him, nuzzling his nose into her hair. He breathed in deeply, savouring her scent. She spun to face him, yet did not struggle in his grasp. Her eyes were loosely closed, and her lips in a small pout. She stood on her tip toes, their lips nearing, inch by inch. His breath hitched, and he held his breath. Their lips were just millimetres apart when Jasper was on the other side of the room, head in his hands.

He took deep breaths, processing the feelings that had just overcome him. His frame was shaking, but he was determined. He was lost in the feelings the young woman created inside of him.

"Please forgive me, Miss. Swan."

"Alice." She breathed, so quietly he almost did not hear it.

"I'm sorry?"

"Alice. My name is Alice." His face was a look of pure shock. He had not greeted a lady by Christian name in a very long time. He was surprised at her haste and bravery. He nodded, keeping eye contact.

"Alice" He said, enjoying the way it sounded as he said it. "Alice." They smiled together, and she cautiously stepped towards him. And another step, and another. The slowness of her steps were irritating to him, and he found himself walking towards her.

He took her by the waist again, tracing his nose along her jaw. Her head was thrown backwards slightly, giving him more access.

She shivered again against his touch, and he smiled. His nose came to the forefront of her chin, and he inched upwards until his nose was touching hers. Her eyes were closed, and her stared openly at her.

Her skin was flawless, and her cheeks were a soft shade of pink. Her nose was delicate, and her eyelashes were long, thick and black. She had beautiful black curls framing her face, contrasting wonderfully against her pale skin.

Her small hands were gripping tightly on his forearms, and he loved the way she did so. He loved the feeling of her warm hands on his body, and he wished to feel more.

She peered at him, noticing the sudden stillness of his body. He smiled gently, and looked lovingly into her eyes. They captivated him, sucked him into a place where no escape was available, not that he wanted to.

He closed his eyes, and leaned into her, closing the small gap that separated them.

And then his lips were on hers.

The door opened.

Authors note; Oh, my god. I swear that was not intentional. But you know what? Your gonna have to review to get the next chapter. –Evil finger waggle-