Alice was…well, waiting, to put it lightly. How long had it been since she had first seen him in her visions? She knew she was supposed to meet him, and there was some deeper purpose behind it. What it was, she couldn't quite place yet. She simply knew that he was going to be part of her immortal life for a very long time. That he was as lost as she was.

The real trick had been finding the bar. The vision had been just that: a bar somewhere, no place she recognized immediately, and he was there. Jasper. She knew that she had to find him, and she knew that she would find him unless some strange event or some change of his mind prevented that one scene from coming to be. But the vision hadn't changed, giving her the closest thing to confirmation that she could find. He would definitely be there, wherever 'there' was, and she would be there to meet him. It took her a month to locate the bar, but not needing sleep helped a lot in her search. It was a blessing, being able to look at night and on the dreary days. Philly was the last place she expected though. Why, of all places, would he be there? Had his travels just taken him there? Well, it was no coincidence. She was sure of that. Or was it? Her visions were imperfect and just because she could see the future, that didn't mean she knew the reason for the future. Young as she was still—in vampire years, anyways—she had very little control over her 'sight'. Alice practiced and practiced and practiced, and had to admit that she was definitely doing better. She just…had to keep trying.

Regardless, it didn't stop her from being overjoyed the first time he'd shown up in her visions. There was something about him, despite the numerous scars that decorated him. He was almost magnetic to her even if it was just visions that she had seen him in. It was a blessing to finally know that she no longer had to be alone in this desolate world. As soon as he came to the bar, she'd go to him. She knew that he'd go with her—she'd seen that too—and they'd find the Cullens.

The Cullens were another part of her string of most recent visions. Edward, Rosalia, Emmet, Esme, and Carlisle. They were exactly what she was looking for. They didn't kill, they were a happy family, and she and Jasper would fit in perfectly. They would be welcomed with open arms. She'd be closest to Edward, but the rest would be just as welcoming and kind. It was the kind of lifestyle that Jasper was looking for too. Heck, Alice had even started practicing. It showed by the way her normally red eyes had started to fade to an odd mix of gold and scarlet. They weren't completely the liquid gold she knew they would eventually become, but they weren't the normal blood red of a vampire either.

Ah, but there was one problem with her visions. She could see what would happen, and there was the obvious problem of them being subject to change if the whims of the people they involved change. But the main problem was that she couldn't always see reactions and emotions. General ideas and a general feel of how things would go, sure. But as to pinpoint emotions and facial expressions? She wasn't that good yet. She could sometimes see what they'd say, but other than that, it was still a work in progress.

The young 4'10" woman had ducked into the bar well before the rain had started; she had known it was coming. Every eye had been on her at first. It wasn't often that a girl went in a bar, even one that doubled as a diner. Smooth music was playing, the kind of music that some parents of the generation looked down on still. Elvis would be getting big soon, and people would burn his records. 'Elvis the Pelvis'. She was looking forward to that. For now, she bore a plaid blue skirt that reached to just below her knees and a matching sweater top, the sleeves rolled up, her socks ankle high and complimented by saddles shoes. Slim and graceful, her pixie cut that she would never change (she knew that for a fact without being able to see the future) still the same bright reddish auburn, currently bearing a matching blue bow, she was a vision of elegance mixed with spunk and flared with a bit of style.

It was nearly time. He'd be walking in any minute, and it had her on edge. She was excited and could barely contain herself. Any second…three…two…one…

The door clicked open, and she didn't even have to look up. The smile lit up her face once again, and she slid from the bar stool with ease. All eyes were on her again, but the only eyes she could bring herself to care about were his. Every scar was plainer now that he was in front of her, but she couldn't bring herself to care. There was no need to judge him, just as he wouldn't judge her. Her eyes, so much keener than a mortals, took in every detail of him. She read his body language, saw the individual rivulets of rain slide down his body, saw the tone of his muscles chiseled beneath the black shirt that clung to him. He'd seen her; she could tell by the way he watched her, and he knew who she was. So with the graceful steps that characterized her so well, she danced her way across the room to him, a mischievous light in her eyes. "I knew you'd come. You've kept me waiting a long time."