'Ello govnah! Jolly good day to you! Why'm I talking in a British accent? Bllody hell! I don't know! Why don't you enjoy this chapter, it's the bees knees!

I was smiling a lot more after about six months of traveling with Alice. I was happier than I had ever been. I smiled just thinking about Alice as we waited out the day in a hotel room. I assessed my own emotions, to find that I indeed had fallen hard for her. We were traveling through Tennessee now. We had gotten to see the Great Smoky Mountains, Knoxville, Nashville, Chattanooga, and we were currently in Memphis.

"Jasper? Are you okay? That smile hasn't come off your face in an hour," Alice asked, laughing.

"Yeah. Just thinking," I said, and, strangely, I had an urge to kiss her, "Shit," I muttered as her eyes went blank, probably seeing that was my decision for split second.

"Language," she laughed, not taken aback at all by the vision. She walked, or danced, in better words, gracefully to me, taking my hands, pulling me up, and twirling, "Your eyes are changing, you know."

"They are?" I said, confused. I had made a habit years back of not looking at my reflection. I dropped her hands and walked into the bathroom. I stood in front of the sink and looked reluctantly at the mirror, cringing at my scarred face, but looked at my eyes. Sure enough, they weren't red anymore. They were a dark burnt orange. I didn't care for orange, but anything was better than the evil-looking red I was used to and hated so much.

"Don't worry, they'll turn gold over another month. They won't stay that way," Alice said, walking in.

"Good, I don't look particularly good with orange eyes. Well, there's not much to mess up," I said, shrugging. My scars marred my whole body and were usually the first thing other vampires noticed about me. All except Alice. I scolded myself for not being consistent with the animal blood, but control was so hard!

"You look fine. Your scars don't matter to me, Jazz," Alice said, looking up at me.

I knew I still panicked if there was too much physical contact, but I would have to get used to it. I slowly wrapped my arms around her, smiling because she didn't care what I looked like. She returned the embrace, hoping I wouldn't attack her. I wouldn't be able to make myself be so hostile. She rested her head against my chest, listening to my breathing. I had to say it now.

"I love you," I said quickly and quietly, so she had to strain to comprehend it. The words felt so foreign coming out of my mouth. I couldn't remember ever saying them in this life.

"Hmm?" Alice said, looking up at me with a smirk on her face. I new by her emotions that she understood me, that she just wanted me to have more confidence in saying it.

"I love you," I told her in a voice that even a human could understand.

"I know," she said. I began to get nervous. Knowing my luck it wasn't a reciprocated fee- "I love you, too," she said. Well, maybe I was having better luck.

Later that day, she was sitting on the bed, scanning the future, looking for the "Cullens". I was sitting in a chair, I was raised not to be on a bed with an unrelated woman unless she was my wife. I was always overprotective in the extreme when she was having visions, since she apparently couldn't see or hear what was going on around her.

"Nothing," she said, coming back to the present.

"It's alright, they'll show up. Alice, I know so little about your past. Why don't you tell me?" I asked, wondering if there was a reason behind it.

"It's because I don't even know most of it. I don't remember a thing from my human life. I have no clue what my family was like, friends, having a heartbeat, food. It's all black, and I figure there's good reason for it," she said, getting off the bed and walking over to me. I held my arms out, inviting her to sit on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, holding her close to me.

"I'd say you're lucky. I remember my family, too well. I remember the change so vividly I can still feel echoes of the pain," I said, shuddering at the memory of the change.

"Pain?" Alice asked, her forehead creasing.

"Yes. You went through the same thing, but you don't remember it. The change burns like hell, it's not something you want to remember," I replied.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it brought me through even more hell, but it brought me to you. So, tell me about the Cullen family," I changed the subject.

"Alright, well the two leaders are husband and wife, Carlisle and Esme. Carlisle has straight blonde hair and is about twenty-three. Esme is twenty-six and has wavy, caramel colored hair. Now for the three younger ones. Edward looks seventeen and has reddish bronze hair. He's the lankiest vampire there. Emmett is huge, he is heavily muscled, but such a clown. He has dark brown, curly hair. You will pose as Rosalie's twin. She is so gorgeous. She has long golden hair a little bit lighter than yours. She is tall, about five-foot-nine," Alice said smiling at me as she put her head on my shoulder.

"She sounds alright," I said, shrugging, "I don't like blondes all that much. Tall women don't really suit my taste either. I like either auburn or black hair and petite," I said, smirking.

Her eyes went blank, "You're not lying. I don't see you having any interest in her," she spaced out again, then came back with a gasp, giggling.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," she replied, smirking and relaxing again.

"I've never felt love aside from now. It's amazing," I commented.

"I have, since I was changed and I saw you. That's all, though. And yes, it is amazing," Alice said cuddling closer to my chest, her head on my shoulder.

I nodded, looking at the clock. It was almost eight. My throat was burning and I needed to hunt. Alice saw this and got up, taking my hand and leading us out of the room. We checked out of the hotel. It drove me insane how, no matter how much I drank, animal blood never fully satisfied me. We ran out of the city and into the woods. The bad thing about Memphis was that large game were in extremely short supply. We would have to settle for smaller.

I managed to find a raccoon. It didn't smell very appetizing, but what animals did? I was used to hunting much larger animals by now. I lunged at the raccoon, grabbing it and ending up with my face in the dirt. I quickly bit it and drained it. The moment I tasted its blood I wanted to spit it out. It was bitter and to small to be worth it. Never again. As I stood up, trying to fight the urge to throw up that I knew was all in my head, I shook my head, getting most of the dirt and leaves out of my hair. I looked at Alice, who was against a tree biting her lip and trembling, trying not to crack up into hysterics.

"What's so funny?" I asked, about to use my shirt to wipe the dirt off my face.

"No!" She shrieked, "Don't mess up your shirt!"

"Why not? It's already got mud on it. And I have other shirts, thanks to you," I said, shrugging and not seeing the issue.

"Ugh! Fine! Just wear that outfit on hunting trips from now on until they wear out," she groaned, shaking her head. She cared much more about being presentable than I did.

"Alright, alright. Now what was so funny?" I asked, laughing.

"I've never seen a vampire do a face-plant. You dented the ground, Jazz!" She said as she started laughing.

I looked back, and sure enough, there was a dent in the ground, "Wow. I thought vampires were supposed to be graceful."

"Fail!" Alice laughed, running off.

I followed, and we came to the Mississippi River. We easily jumped it, running northwest into Arkansas. The autumn air was blowing leaves around us, and Alice, being adorably childlike, was catching as many as she could. She danced through them, gracefully snatching them out of the air. I smiled at her. She was beyond words, and she was really mine. I caught up to her, and she stilled, releasing the leaves in her hands at just the right moment. They swirled around us, and she watched with enthusiasm. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, it couldn't have been more than seventeen inches. I took one of her hands and held it up for her to twirl again.

Before she could see it, I leaned in and kissed her gently for the first time, our hands entwined in one another's. If I had had the option, this is how I would've kissed Maria, but I had no voice in that relation. I wouldn't dare say relationship, for neither of us felt anything more than lust. Alice kissed back earnestly, and I felt her smile. I pulled away, releasing her hands.

"Didn't see that coming," she said, smiling up at me.

"That was the point. I apologize, but I have to say it. Damn, you're short," I said, smiling back.

"I am not!" She scowled playfully, trying to look indignant, "You're just tall!"

"Or, maybe both," I suggested, smiling again.

We just laughed and headed south for Louisiana. We had already been through Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi, Florida, and now Tennessee. I learned to travel at a relaxed pace, so different from how I traveled with Maria. In an hour and a half, we would arrive in New Orleans.

Jasper: Why are you talking in a British accent?

Me: Oi, govnah! I don't know! I'm bored! [bumps broken arm] Ow!!! Bloody hell!

Jasper: Did you learn your lesson? Vampires are exponentially stronger than you.

Me: Grr... Shut up. She has you so whipped!

Jasper: Does not!

Me: Does, too! When was the last time you said no to her?

Jasper: A few years ago when she wanted another credit card when all the other ones were maxed out.

Me: WHAT THE [word too colorful to be t-rated]!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? How many did she have?

Jasper: Ten.

Me: You said that like its okay!

Jasper: Well the bill got paid on time and without much pain on the pocketbook.

Me: Lucky.

Jasper: I think you have a cursing problem.

Me: I do not have a [beep]ing cursing problem!

Jasper: I'll just shut up. [scans chapter] you just had to put it in there that i think women with auburn hair are beautiful, didn't you?

Me: Yesss!! [pats auburn hair]

Jasper: Ugh! I have Always by Saliva stuck in my head.

Me: I love that song!!!! Gosh, we're chatty today!

Jasper: Yeah, well we'll continue talking at the end of the next chapter. Bye.