In a sea of bobbing human heads walking the dirty street, are two beings.

Among the pink faces and red acne scars are two visages that are creamy white. Among the greased hairdos and bad haircuts rest delicate and eternal cuts, perfect to stroke. Among the rainbow of iris colors glow two pairs of topaz orbs. Among the problems and whining stand two very big reasons to moan, but kept silent. Among mere mortals are a god and goddess.

Among humans there are two vampires.

With their posture precise and their steps beautiful and graceful, they turn stranger's heads. Inside the sea of hot-blooded bodies are two ivory hands clasped together. One hand is small and petite, like a doll's porcelain palm. The nails are clipped to perfection and painted navy blue. The other hand is strong and firm, the small tendons rippling with joy at the touch of another hand. Peeking from under the jacket sleeve was one scar, invisible to any naked eye. To him…he could see it. It glowed; it was painfully obvious to him.

Through the glittery gold eyes of the young lady flashed images. Bits and pieces of the future. Colorful shards and bright puzzle pieces blending to be something to make sense of.

An obese man would pound on the crosswalk button until it flickered out.

A young girl with uneven pigtails would trip on a shoelace and be comforted by her mother.

A young man would pierce his lip against his parent's commands. It would get infected.

A businesswoman would meet her husband in her favorite diner.

The small woman with an upturned rosy mouth and wide black-fringed eyes smiled at the world around her.

The young man holding her tiny hand in his also saw things.

A young teenager was radiating heartbroken waves as she begged on her phone. Her boyfriend was leaving her.

A man with a duffle bag was excited. He was going to see his girlfriend after being apart for two months.

A little boy with red hair had black clouds in his emotions. His mother wouldn't buy him a toy at the store. Even though he was good.

Their angular and perfect faces turned away from the world around them. The people and the shouting and the honking and the whistling…gone in the moment their eyes met.

Her head tilted into his free hand, her purple eyelids closing. He would smile shyly and caress her face for a moment before dropping his hand out of sight. She would take a side step to be against his warm and protecting body.

He would taste her lovely affection in large gulps. She would see his future in only moments; he would squeeze her palm and smile after learning her emotions. She grinned brightly, her teeth flashing neon white, when he did.

These are their stories. All the sweet, romantic, heartbreaking, uncomfortable, string, weak, and memorable moments are accounted for.

The couple that helped out their family when needed, but always in the near-spotlight. I am shining it on these lovely bloodsuckers now. Please enjoy tales I had deemed likely to happen between Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen.

-Worthy-

"Charlie!" Alice's face glowed with happiness as she opened the grand Cullen entrance. There stood Charlie in the soggy Washington weather, his hands in pockets, his crinkly eyes glinting with amusement. A tiny ivory hand lashed out and took his plaid-flannel clad shoulder. "Come in, come in! It's so cold out!"

Charlie stumbled in, kicking the dirt clumps off his cleat-like work boots. He finally settled for slipping them off, not wanting to track dirt in the spotless house. His wooly socks had bright orange toes--like they were from the hunting section of a sports warehouse.

Charlie looked at the beautiful house awkwardly as she fussed over him, asking if he wanted a drink or anything. Charlie raised a hand, his eyes crinkling in that aging way. "Hey. I'm fine, Alice."

She clapped lightly, and Bella emerged from the kitchen. "Hey, Dad!"

Her wide now-topaz eyes became rounder. They were fringed with ebony lashes. Her rosy mouth turned up, her tiny white teeth glimmering in the foyer light. Her chestnut hair trailed behind her like a cape as she approached Charlie. "Hey, Bells." He half-hugged her, keeping his eyes awkwardly on the fixtures. Bella chuckled through tight lips. I saw that Charlie hadn't changed much through this crazy process. It disturbed my heart that Bella would have to leave him rather soon.

My eyes wandered to my Alice. She looked so happy to help Bella piece together some of her old human life. To not abandon Charlie. Bella led her father into the living room, where the rest of our family was. As Alice began to prance after them. I caught her hand, but face feeling tight with discomfort.

I knew that Charlie favored Alice very much, and of course he would greet his own daughter…but he didn't exactly acknowledge me here. When Alice had opened the door, his eyes had brightened at his new daughter-in-law. He stepped in, and barely let his eyes wander to me. Alice's happiness was clouding everything up that I was more focused on tasting her sweet joy than whatever Charlie had to offer.

"Jazz?" Alice's eyes shone like marbles. Topaz diamond marbles. I shrugged…suddenly my worry was insignificant. I chose not to bother Alice with my hurt feelings. I softly caressed where I had snatched at her and let the arm drop. I smiled and led her into the living room as she watched me curiously.

We sat in the fluffy white couch, meant only for days like these. Alice and I sat at the same moment, the family's eyes hovering on us kindly. Among the warm and calm emotions, came one that was prickly and cold.

Fear.

Alice brought our clasped hands on her thigh, at full view. She smiled and partook in some conversation with Esme. Nessie sat on Esme's lap, grinning shyly at everyone. No one noticed me sit up and find the source of the fear in the happy room.

Charlie's human eyes met mine for a moment, then looked off, embarrassed at being caught. He brushed at the back of his hair, ruffling it absent-mindedly. My body felt chilled. I clenched my jaw, letting my hand in Alice's weaken. She turned slightly, her eyes fluttering to my dead hand.

Before she could raise her eyebrows at my reaction to nothing she has yet seen, Edward's ankle nudged at mine. No one noticed.

Edward's eyes locked on mine. I inhaled sharply, the sound lost in the chatter. My brother's golden eyes were apologetic. He knew what was up. I turned away just as Nessie leapt off the couch to sit with her Grandpa Charlie. She excitedly began to jabber at him…in a less intelligent voice than we were used to. She was a wonderful actress, though. She strayed from the normal college level vocabulary and such.

Alice touched my cheek warmly. In this household, we Cullens weren't too out of place by showing affection, but Alice and I were the least likely to be caught. I blinked and let my face turn to hers without a fuss. Her huge golden eyes were pooling with questions. What's wrong? Won't you tell me?

I swallowed and winced. Not because of her, but the new concern that was wavering off of Charlie. She was touching me, showing love and affection…and he saw this as a danger to her? I couldn't believe this--but humans never tried to soften their emotions. They didn't know someone was listening in on them. I just wished I didn't have to know the truth.

I was nearly gaping at Charlie, and Edward kicked my leg this time. I simply blinked, my eyes unfaltering from the human. He was looking away, brushing a hair away from his granddaughter's forehead. She giggled and let her dimples show and her white teeth glimmer. Alice clung to my forearm, caressing it softly, trying to ease me out of my shock and pain. "Oh, Jazz…"

At her little whisper, Charlie looked up just enough to see her reassuring touch. His fear and concern for Alice grew. I was not a threat! The chilling reality felt like frostbite all over me…crawling and rubbing on my skin. I swallowed, my hand clawing at my collar, like my throat was constricting from the numbing cold. Edward's hand touched my shoulder then, but luckily, no one noticed my episode. I noted to thank Nessie later, for now she was averting the attention to herself.

Her tiny chocolate eyes met mine, and I saw the slight and adult sadness.

But…the cold was so terrible. I felt like I was sweating, which didn't make sense either way: I wasn't hot nor was I human. My fingers dug into my knee as I tried to reign in my confusion, hurt and anger. Alice placed her other hand on mine; the tendons had begun to bulge enough for human eyes to catch. I gasped quietly, making Charlie listen in on our corner of the room.

More…fear…

I grimaced, and Alice sprung to her feet. I heard Charlie's old neck pop as his head whipped around at her. Because she could be trying to run away. From me--right now, and precious little Alice…was in danger of her scary boyfriend….

I was shaking.

"Oh, Charlie, let me get you some lemonade. Esme made a delicious batch just this afternoon…or coffee if you would prefer…" Carlisle extravagantly took on the role of host as Alice pranced out with me on her arm. Edward was alert, his back straightened, as we retreated.

Even Bella noticed my miniscule episode of hurt. Her large amber eyes followed me as I left, my limbs like jelly after being frozen solid. Her mouth down-turned, and her eyes flickered to her father. She sighed heavily as Carlisle began to speak to Charlie, his hand on his shoulder, assuring him not to turn around at our rather quick exit.

We dashed up the stairs lithely, and I managed to let out my tiny whimpering gasps of fresh emotion. Not mind-numbing and jarring…and hurtful.

Before I knew it, we were in our room. I blinked at Alice, who was staring at me, both concerned and angry for my not asking for help. Ah, concern. I felt like vomiting.

Was I really that undeserving of Alice? My sweet, innocent, Alice? Probably.

I knew I was unworthy of her presence, even, but did I look the part? Did she really look so beautiful and perfect (well, yes, she did) that I was nothing but a monster to be with her? Did Charlie really distrust me--his son-in-law, that much that he was concerned for Alice's safety? I admit, I am not a pretty sight to vampires. They see my scars, and they seem to suddenly light up and scream that I am a raving lunatic, thirsty for blood. If it was someone like Edward who had the scars, it wouldn't be such a big deal if he didn't have such a horrifying past behind them. It was hard enough to bear them, to see them riddling my flesh, but to have others remind you of their existence and see you so differently if you had flawless skin? So hard...

These questions left painful tracts in my brain. I winced and touched my head, my eyes closing to shut out the cold emotions. "Jasper." Alice touched my upraised hand, letting it fall away. She touched my temple, massaging it with just the right pressure to soothe it. I sighed, melting at her touch. My head stopped feeling like it was being ripped in half, at least.

"Now." Alice whispered, her face coming closer, her eyes softer, "Tell me what is wrong."

I felt the shakes begin, and she squeezed my biceps to calm me, to conceal me. "Shhh, It's alright, Jazz." she cooed to me, standing on her tip toes to whisper in my ear.

"Charlie." I managed to shudder. She pulled away, confused. "He feels concerned for you. Scared for you, even. I wish I knew…" I ran a hand through my messy hair, "what I could do to look worthy."

"Worthy of his approval?" she asked incredulously.

"No! Of you, Alice!" I said in exasperation. She clenched her jaw.

I trudged to the bed, falling upon it, my head in my hands. I felt her hand run up and down my spine, feathery and kind. It warmed my chilled bones. I was relaxing slightly, but when she moved to pry away my hands, I shrank away.

"Jasper. You are worthy. Stop saying you aren't."

"I've never been worthy, Alice. Look at us!" I sat up, my eyes burning with the tears of anger that would never come. I gestured to myself, then her.

She was wearing a gray cardigan that clung to her tiny body and a cream white camisole beneath. To top that off, she bore black tight jeans that hung on just right. Her hair was perfectly shiny and midnight black, flipping in a sassy and gorgeous manner. Her lips were deep red, her lashes long and elegant…even her bruised sockets complemented her ivory complexion. Her tiny hands were clasped in her lap, the fingers resting on each other like a nest of delicate insect legs. Butterfly legs.

Then I looked at myself.

I knew that my sockets were making me look weary and dead--like I was, truly. My hair was probably in disarray, not like Edward's--carefully gelled to look that way. It was from anxious fingers running through it. My shirt was probably crinkled, no doubt--I was surprised to see it was not. Why not add to the imperfection that was Jasper Hale?

Not to mention the scars. Those menacing and life-ruining marks that criss-crossed and ravaged my skin. The indentations, the slashes, the missing patches of unblemished skin. As I stared at my arm, with my sleeve unconsciously rolled up as I contemplated my terrible appearance, Alice touched it. It startled me--not her touch--that was soft and kind…but the comparison.

Hers: creamy and white and like milk blended with the soft morning clouds.

Mine: Bone white with shadows reaching across my muscles, darkness thrown to look like tiny mountain ranges where the teeth marks made it rise.

Her hand stroked my skin. I sighed.

"If you can say you are unworthy of me, I can say I am unworthy of you."

"You can not--"

A soft finger touched my lips. "Yes. I can." I closed my eyes.

She smiled sadly, her head cocked to the side.

"But what can I change? I don't want Charlie to have fear for you."

She smirked. "Easy. Acting, you know."

"What?" I was confused, but then she darted out the door. "Alice!" I tore down my sleeve and ran after her.

I was horrified to see her skid into the foyer, just where Charlie was about to enter; I could hear his woolly socks whispering over carpet to exit the house. I stumbled down the stairs, hissing her name, that he was coming--could she not hear?! "Al--!"

Just when she turned around, she leapt at me, her arms outstretched. I halted, but she still smacked her face to mine, her warm lips sticking to mine and not letting go. Her hand chained itself to the back of my skull, messing up my hair further. Her legs left the ground, curling under her tiny body, letting herself me suspended in my arms. I inhaled sharply when I heard Charlie enter the foyer. But…inhaling Alice's scent like that was deadly.

Her lovely emotions weighed down my eyelids and made my kisses more urgent. Just as I was returning her sudden passion, she leapt off, adjusting her hair and grinning sheepishly. "Oh! Charlie." Like she didn't know…

The fear again. I tried to hide my shudders. Why would Alice chose to do this..?

Her hand snatched at my arm. Charlie's eyes were wide with shock and embarrassment, but didn't let his concern show. For Alice.

"That's quite alright, kids." Charlie gruffed. Alice's eyes perked with light.

"Thanks Charlie. You just caught us at one of our moments…" she shrugged. "We are just sooo happy…" She beamed and placed a hand on my chest, smiling up at me. I shyly smiled back and touched that hand, and as Charlie nodded his goodbye and headed for the door, I felt something I didn't believe.

It was because of Alice. Sweet Alice with her smart thoughts and cunningness. She was the most perfect…perfection!

Charlie felt joy.

Joy that his little Alice really was happy and not forced to hold my hand by my whispering threats or anything like that. Sure, he saw a side of me not many people even imagined, but that was okay. Because it proved that Alice loved me, I loved her…we were worthy of each other.

The cool Washington air breezed in the warm foyer as Charlie left, but I was quickly warmed when Alice pushed herself to me once more.

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