Jasper let out a short laugh as he turned away from my question. Oh no, now I'd done it. He grew unnaturally still, and I took that as my cue to start smaller, less complicated.

"Alrighty, perhaps that was too hard of a question to start with. That's okay! How about I tell you what I know and then you can help me sort of fill in the blanks?" I offered lightly. I wanted to take the pressure off of him, but I WAS going to get my answers.

I sighed in relief as he finally turned back to me. He looked at me with an intense gaze that I couldn't look away from. It was as if he was trying to read the tiny inscription on my very soul.

I was loosing him again and I had to change directions and take the lead this time, "So, as you have probably gathered, I have…visions? I guess that's what you could call them. Sometimes they're predictions of things that could happen, but sometimes they're almost like flashbacks. This field for instance," I presented as I took in the beauty of our surroundings. It was hard to decide which was more beautiful, the snow falling gently to the ground or him.

"I have seen this place a million times, each on a different occasion. I can tell the visions from the flashbacks easiest with this place. The visions are very fuzzy, like there hasn't been a definitive decision yet. The flashbacks though, they could make a killing in a box-office." I had to laugh at the insinuation of that comment. There were MANY reasons why they'd be hits, rated R hits for that matter. I had to consider telling him this to break the ice but thought better of it. We had enough to discuss without bringing a physical relationship to the table.

Nervously I started, skittering around any topics that could steer us away from progress "Well, I'm much different for one. Faster and less fragile for sure. Sometimes I have these blazing red eyes and sometimes I have ones that match yours and your family's. It's not that that I mind. It's my physique. It's so small and malnourished. My hair is always cropped and spiked in a million directions like this!" I laughed as I showed him with my own hair.

Any attempts at keeping the conversation light and easy for him vanished as he smoothed my hair with the back of his hand staring intensely into my eyes again. My breath hitched in my chest and I could feel the pit of my stomach starting to warm and flutter. A reaction I very quickly had to control.

The danger I knew he possessed only fueled the fire within me. I'd had many visions of us in this field and for the most part, they all ended the same…

"Anyway," I diverted my stream of consciousness. "Over the years, I've seen so many different versions of myself and various events that I don't even know which are real. So, I guess that's what I'm hoping to get out of this conversation, and maybe that'll make things a little easier for you. I won't be frightened or disturbed; I'll be rather relieved to hear the truth finally."

What I had said was the honest truth, I did want to know it all. I needed to know.

"Well, I suppose that's as good of a reason as any."

"Indeed!" I giggled as I shifted my position in the snow. I knew that it should have frozen me to the bone, but I was actually enjoying the coolness that prevented me from flushing with every inappropriate turn of my consciousness. I was really relieved to finally have answers. They told me I wasn't as much of a freak as I had imagined.

"Do you remember when we first met?" He started

"Do you mean the hot chocolate incident or the diner?" It was time to start admitting some things I knew. Normally I would never divulge something like this, but I felt safe with Jasper. Like he wouldn't fear my powers or call me a freak.

He was obviously caught off guard but didn't falter. "Huh, I meant the hot chocolate, but I guess that answers more than one question. At the Twilight Walk, you said my name. Did you hear it in a vision?"

"Hmm. That's a sort of complicated question. I wasn't fully…in my mind at that time so it's a little confusing. It felt like I said your name out of familiarity because I didn't make the connection to my visions initially. It was the fact that I knew your name that made me realize you were him. Just a little more breathtaking in person." I toyed.

He huffed that heavy laugh that boomed in the tree-lines. "I'm sorry, this is just all a bit odd to go through without forcing you into any positions. You see, when we first met, you were going through the same thing. You had had visions of me ever since you could remember and knew everything of my past and our present and future."

It was all starting to make sense now and I was beyond relieved. Though I had to admit not knowing everything again was frustrating. A thought came to mind, and I had to address the possibility. I owed myself that.

I had noticed in his room the band on his left ring finger. It was antique and intricate, not a normal ring with an ironic choice of placement. I had seen it in every vision I'd ever had of him which meant he never takes it off. When a man doesn't take a ring off there's really only two reasons and I prayed that it was for the right one.

"So, was this with me?" I asked apprehensively. I would get all of the answers no matter how painful they may be.

He twisted the ring again with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I'd been paying so much attention to his body language that I hadn't realized he had looked away. He turned back to me before nodding his head. I was beyond relieved yet again.

"I knew it!" I yelped as I scooted closer to him resisting the urge to sit in his lap and embrace him. "I knew there was something between us. It feels almost supernatural. It's all very angsty and young adult fiction."

"We use the term mates, although that can be a bit…incongruous."

"I like it. It implies finality and certainty. Something I have certainly been lacking in this life. Won't you continue?"

"We are, or at least you were…Immortals."

"As in vampires?" I was caught by surprise by that one. I had known he was different, but vampires? They were the things of fiction.

He continued by explaining how we'd met, and I was experiencing the oddest sensations. It was something between remembering and…falling in love. I was scared but excited at the same time. I had always known I was different and belonged in another time, but I could never have imagined it was this exciting of a story.

"We can stop Darlin'. I do not want to overwhelm you." He must have noticed my hesitation and contemplation.

"No! Absolutely not!" I explained my feelings towards him and how this experience was making me feel, not that he couldn't sense that himself.

We continued for what seemed like minutes but was probably hours going through everything in excruciating detail. I could tell talking about my disappearance killed him inside. I was rather uncomfortable with the idea myself. I don't actually know how I feel about our past in general, but I know I'm not afraid of Jasper or what he is.

The remaining cloud filtered light had long since fallen behind the trees and a shiver began to set in.

"I was wondering when you'd start to get cold." He tittered. "We should probably get you home Darlin'."

I yawned as I rose from the ground. How long had we been out here? I felt so stiff and in pain. I stumbled a bit with my first step and Jasper responded quickly by reaching his arm out to catch me.

As he slowly raised me back to my feet, I was brought closer to his chest. I could feel the chill, even colder than the snow. He wasn't moving, not even breathing. I didn't want to fight it any longer.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his firmly. He came to life under my touch and pulled me even closer to him cradling the back of my neck firmly in one hand with the other tight around my waist. We moved our heads back in forth in a perfect rhythm that felt old, like we'd been doing it for ages.

He tasted so sweet, his breath like breathing in a bouquet of lilies drenched in honey. As my fingers slid up the lean muscles of his chest, his biceps, his neck, and finally found their place tangled in his hair he breathed out heavily.

"Alice." He almost begged. I could hear relief dripping in his voice. The relief of regaining a lover after two decades I could imagine.

"Jasper?" I pulled away ever so slightly. "Are…Are you okay?"

"Alice, I'm better than I have ever been." He laughed. There was a hidden element of pride to his statement. He seemed completely under control without the slightest possibility of losing it.

"We should probably go while I can still feel my toes." I joked.

"Just once more Darlin'." He pleaded as he pulled me back into him, lifting my body to be closest to him. We kissed again, longer and even more passionately than before. I never wanted the spinning feeling in my head to end.

As he pulled back this time, I could see his eyes grow a shade of black that I didn't even know existed.

"Now, how about I stop monopolizing your beautiful self and let you go back to your homework I'm sure you have."

"Ha-ha-ha. You're so very funny Mr. Hale." I rolled my eyes as he swung me around on to his back for our trip back to the house. By the time we got to his house, I had fallen asleep. I'm not sure what else happened, but I didn't wake until his sports car rattled over the railroad tracks symbolizing, we were close to the apartment.

I needed a night of sleep to process everything that had happened in the past 48 hours. I needed to make some important decisions that would affect the entirety of my existence. I needed Jasper.