I unlocked the car and Jasper rushed in front of me to open the door. The amount of chivalry this man had showed me in the short time we've known each other was more than I had experienced in a life time or even a past one too. It was impossible to not fall for him, if I hadn't already felt an odd supernatural attraction to him. It was as if we were made from the same dust and stars.

"You know this all isn't necessary. You've already swept me off my feet time after time again." I explain to him.

He lowered his head "My apologies ma'am. But I do believe I have yet to actually do so." He offered as he swept me into his arms, spinning in a circle. "There, now I have quite literally done so." He smiled a dazzling crooked smile. A signature of his that I have become accustomed to quickly.

I let out a gentle laugh and boldly gave him a peck on the cheek before he placed me down. He placed one of his hands on my jaw. It was so cold, even through his warm gloves.

"Well then," I whispered as he gazed heavily into my eyes. This was all moving so fast that I panicked and changed the subject. "I believe I can still open doors for myself."

I skipped over to his car and pulled on the handle. It wasn't opening as I had expected it to. It was certainly putting a dent in this sexy and confident persona.

Jasper let out a deep chuckle. "It's a scissor door I'm afraid, my sister insisted."

"Oh." I mumbled as I readjusted my grip. I had seen how it opened when he picked me up, but I had quite obviously never had experience with such expensive cars. My new grip hadn't helped much…it was a lot heavier than I had initially anticipated. Something I probably could have managed if it wasn't for my height deficit. Jasper was standing next to me with his hands tucked behind his back, amusement glistening in his eyes.

"May I?" He offered gently. I nodded and stepped back, fighting the urge to run away crying. By some miracle, he was still willing to allow me to drive. He stepped back holding his hand out to help me down into the very low seat. I was suddenly regretting the very short choice of dress.

He politely averted his eyes and shut the door after I had buckled my seat belt. He let out another amused bark as he was getting in the passenger side to see that I had slid the seat as close to the steering wheel as it had allowed and removed my shoes. Driving in heels was near impossible let alone a manual. I was still having trouble reaching the clutch, so I settled for sitting up in the seat. The car was already a death trap, death by airbag deployment was probably the least horrible thing that could occur.

"You ready." I asked after finally getting acquainted with the complex controls, buttons, and taking note of how many gears the car had.

He simply nodded.

"Good." I smiled smugly trying to re-ascertain my air of calm and confident. Having had Charles teach me how to drive stick was certainly paying off in that aspect.

He easily directed me towards his family home. I had to admit that I could really get used to controlling such a powerful thing. Though, I may have been a little reckless at times with my speed and maneuvers in the passing lanes.

"The turnoff is up here on the right." He pointed out with a smile growing on his face. Was it just me or did it seem that he was really enjoying himself?

I turned off onto a dirt road that seemed to stretch for a mile. It was a long time until we finally reached a clearing in the trees. I was surprised at how well the car, and I for that matter, were navigating the terrain. Jasper pressed a button on the screen of the dash and the garage opened easily. I saw an open spot, in a very large garage filled with very expensive cars, and carefully and painstakingly slow pulled into it.

As I turned the car off and unbuckled my seat belt, Jasper was already at my door opening it for me. He offered me his hand as I swung my legs carefully out of the car. I took a moment to put my boots back on, still holding his hand. I couldn't bring myself to let go, his touch was like an absolute drug to me.

"I have to admit. I think I enjoyed that a bit too much."

"That's good to hear, Ali. I think I'd be lying if I didn't say the same." He offered as I gracefully stood from the low car. It was odd to be standing so tall after riding so low for so long.

I took a moment to look around at all the cars. They were all beautiful and seemed to each have a very different personality. I saw in the corner a Barbie pink set of mechanic overalls. I could only assume that they belonged to the sister Jasper said insisted on the doors. I had no choice but to smile. I think that we'd get along really well.

I also noticed a car all the way in the back of the garage covered with a tarp. It seemed to be a very small and fast car like Jasper's. Under the cover I could see yellow peeking out from under it.

I figured that it was covered for a reason and looked away. I took a deep breath in and bent down to check my reflection in the mirror. I could feel Jasper's eyes on me and I tried to make my actions as attractive as possible. When I stood back up straight and met Jasper's gaze and offered him a quick wink.

"Everything's still where I put it. Shall we?"

"Yes Ma'am." He offered me his arm as he led us to the door connecting to the house.

As he turned the knob, I felt my breath hitch in my chest. The door led into a hallway that was adorned with what appeared to be authentic Italian renaissance paintings and marble sculptures.

"Esme insists on only the finest. She says that a well cultured interior makes for better conversation and family."

"Wow. I think I'd have to agree." I spun around in the hall, absorbing all of the décor. "There's some really smart choices for this space." I ran my hand over one of the flowers in an intricate vase. I'd like to think I had a good eye for detail, but this Esme seemed like a force to be reckoned with.

"Esme, our mother…She has sev…a degree in interior design. She works from home with her clients and likes to showcase us as sort of a model." Jasper explained.

"I'll have to make sure to compliment her on it then. Not that I wasn't already intending to." I issued with a nervous laugh. I was starting to get the impression that this money that Jasper was from was old and well established.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." I heard radiating down the opposite end of the hallway. I quickly turned around to see a beautiful woman. She had light caramel curls that bounced around her shoulders. She had the same pale, beautiful features as Jasper. Her gentle heart-shaped face inspired thoughts of ingenues of the silent-movie era. Her frame was small and slender. Certainly, more gentle as compared to the sharp lines in Jasper's muscular body.

I instantly felt drawn to her. I had never had a real mother, and Esme offered that with her warm hug.

"Jasper, where have you been hiding her. She's gorgeous." Her voice rang like wind-chimes, impossibly soft.

"I'm Alice. You have such a beautiful home, I can feel all the love and hard work you put into procuring all these fantastic pieces. Especially the Caravaggio."

Her face lit up. "A true appreciation!" She hugged me yet again. Though her skin was cold, much like Jasper's, her hug inspired warm sparks in my heart that radiated throughout my body. It was an addicting feeling. "Leave it to my son Jasper to attract such an intelligent beauty." Her eyes met Jasper's with what seemed like tears. She brought him in for a hug too. There was so much love in this family, and I had only met one of its members. She whispered something to him, and I strained to hear it to no avail.

"Come! You must meet the others. They're waiting just in the other room." She grabbed my hand and gently guided me in the direction of what I assumed to be the living room. We passed a room with a grand marble archway around it. The click of my heels entered the room and echoed loudly. There was a brilliant grand piano, with an impossible shine, in the middle of the room. Next to it was a Victorian fainting couch that was also in impossible condition. The fabric seemed original but must have been reupholstered by a professional.

We entered into the living room. It was brightly lit and surrounded in wall to wall glass. There were three tiered chandeliers that adorned the vaulted ceilings and a spiraled staircase in the far corner of the room. I could see yet another marbled entrance to the same music room. None of these details are what drew my attention. It was the seven god-like figures that were scattered around the room.

There was a man who stood closest to the door with an outstretched arm for Esme. I could only assume this to be Jasper's father. The man, much like the rest of them, had the appearance of a model. His collar-length blond hair fell gently in slight waves. He was tall but was shorter than the rest of the men. His pale blue silk dress shirt moved easily over his well-toned figure. His appearance was adorned with gentle eyes like Esme. They both seemed impossibly young. The family certainly had great genetics. I suddenly felt very self-conscious.

"Welcome Alice, I'm Carlisle. I believe you've met my wife Esme, this is our family." He offered with a sincere smile.

Just then a girl with blinding bronze ringlets, that fell just past her waist, ran up to me with a dimpled smile, quickly bringing me into a hug. "Aun…Alice!" She stuttered barely noticeable. She pulled back still holding my shoulders. "I'm Renesmee, but that's a mouthful, so just call me Nessie." She seemed different than the rest. She had high cheekbones, perfect eyebrows, a straight nose, a strong jawline, and full lips. But her features all had a light pink flush and pale lavender eyelids adorning chocolate colored eyes.

She stood next to me and ushered me to a couple sitting on the couch.

"This is Edward and Bella." She sang. Her voice was different as well. Not like wind-chimes like the others, but more like a gentle wind.

The girl rose from her place next to what seemed to be her…boyfriend? They all seemed to be paired, aside from Nessie. They all looked similar, but not enough to be related. Perhaps they were adopted, or some were just visiting members of the family. I was sure to find an explanation before the end of the night.

"Hi Alice." Bella welcomed gently. She was calm and more…human, than the rest of them. She was the exact opposite of me, dressed down boyishly. I didn't mind it, it suited her. She had long, straight, dark brown hair with an envious widow's peak. Her eyes were a bright amber like the others too. She much resembled Nessie; it wasn't like a sister, but more a twin.

Edward let out a surprising giggle. With my attention drawn to him, he took the opportunity to greet me. "We were starting to think that you were too embarrassed to show your face again." He joked. I blushed, that drunken night was not my best first impression.

"I just wanted to apologize to you and…" I looked over to the burly brother realizing I hadn't been told his name. I thought to myself trying to guess what it could have been. It was an odd feeling, much like when I met Jasper. I felt that I knew his name but didn't know how. "Emmett?" it was an odd name that certainly fit him, he smiled insinuating I was correct. He was by far the tallest of the family. He stood what seemed a good two feet over me. He was very muscular and handsome with dimples and slightly curly, dark brown hair that almost looked black. His features gave him a childish look not often seen in a grown man.

"Don't mention it Pixie. I'm a sure burn from hot chocolate isn't the worst burn a girl could give a guy." He let out a howling belly laugh. Esme who was standing close to him, slapped his shoulder. I couldn't help but laugh. This family seemed like one I could fit right into. There was a blonde hiding behind Emmett who had yet to introduce herself. I wondered if it was her or Bella who was the mechanic. Nessie seemed too girlish to be the one, but Bella also didn't seem like the type to have Barbie overalls.

"Rose?" Esme soothingly addressed her.

Just then the girl stepped out from Emmett and slowly walked up to me.

"Alice." She let out as she pulled me in for an impeccably strong embrace. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that we had known each other for decades. She was hugging me like you would hug someone you thought you had lost. The family was so accepting of me that I was a bit taken aback. She took a slow breath in and pulled away unwillingly. She was the obviously gorgeous type and looked as if she could be related to Jasper. She was tall and statuesque with an elegant figure similar to a model's. She had long wavy blond hair that fell halfway down the middle of her back in a color that perfectly suited her topaz eyes. A common theme I noticed in the family. It was eerie.

"I'm sorry." She offered. "I'm just so happy to finally see Jasper happy again. I'm Rosalie, Jasper's sister."

"Carlisle and I adopted Jasper and Rosalie after their parents, my sister and brother-in-law, were in a fatal accident. Then there's Edward and Emmett who are adopted as well." Esme explained.

"And I'm Edward's fiancé. Renesmee is my sister." Bella interjected.

"That answers a significant amount of my questions." I laughed

Carlisle smiled. "Jasper, where are the manners that your mother has taught you?" Carlisle teased. "Alice, won't you please have a seat." He pulled up an ivory overstuffed yet elegant chair with a wide and high back.

I thanked him and sank into the perfect chair, looking to Jasper to ensure he was still here. This was all so surreal. I couldn't believe that any of it was actually happening.

"So Alice, won't you tell us about yourself?" Esme sat down in a chair next to me, looking at me with kind and inquisitive eyes.

I wrinkled my nose and thought about my answer. "Well…I'll try to make this interesting and not like I'm interviewing for a job." I nervously said in-between giggles, readjusting more comfortably in my chair. Jasper placed his hand on my shoulder. It had a significantly calming effect, something that I felt quite often with him.

"I've seen enough videos of girls interviewing to last a lifetime or so." Emmett joked. I laughed at the crude joke while the others just rolled their eyes. He grabbed Rosalie's wrists ever so gently and guided her into his lap. Until that point she had been standing ramrod straight in front of the couch he perched on. Carlisle stood from next ti him, allowing them the space for their affectionate display.

Carlisle settled behind Esme with a hand on her shoulder while Rosalie finally relaxed into Emmett's touch. He brushed kisses into her ear and possibly spoke to her. Edward snorted in disgust as Bella glided her hand gently into his and Nessie nestled into his feet. For being his future sister-in-law they were awful close. I wondered momentarily if he maybe played a sort of father role for her, if maybe Bella wasn't too dissimilar from myself.

We exchanged stories and details of each other's lives. I felt at home here. Esme disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen and came back balancing a very expensive looking tea set. She placed it delicately on the table next to me and offered to pour some tea for me. I graciously cradled the warm cup in my hands. Though the family and atmosphere were overly warm, the home itself was cold. Edward leaned down to Nessie who was sitting at his feet and whispered something to her. She skipped over to what looked like a thermostat and then retrieved a blanket from the closet to offer to me.

This was a curious thing, but I didn't have time to question it. Just then I felt my vision going black. No, not again. Please, not right now. I was grateful that the vision was a brief one and would probably go unnoticed. In the vision Jasper walked to the front of my chair and held out his hand to me. After the vision ended, that was exactly what happened, though my vision didn't tell me why.

"Would you like a tour of the house, maybe getting your blood moving again will warm you a little." Emmett burst into hysterical laughter at that. Such a curious thing to laugh at, but the family glaring at him told me it wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

I slipped my hand into Jasper's and followed him towards the spiral stairs.

"If you two kids get hungry, make sure to let us know!" Emmett shouted in between fits of laughter. Jasper shook his head and raised his middle finger at him. An interaction I quite enjoyed witnessing. The dynamic between each member was so different yet loving.

"I put a survival kit in your room Jasper in case you decide to invoke that charming southern comfort." Edward joined in.

"I hate you all and am never coming back down again." Jasper laughed in retaliation while towing me up the stairs faster.