So long. It felt, to her, like it had been much too long since she'd been in the presence of another of her kind. Of course, that was because she didn't know any others of her kind. She'd survived how she could for as long as she could, and knew nothing of other vampires. No memories to go with the face in the mirror, no one to guide her through the difficult years of being a newborn—at least, she'd assumed she was a newborn when she'd woken up those years ago. She had no knowledge of her life prior to that, but the thirst and hunger that had been there were enough to tell her that she wasn't like this before. As time had gone on, she'd gained control of herself and had learned to coexist with humans without the constant need to feed off them. What a blessing that had been for her, to be able to walk among them.
Of course, there had been the first time she'd gone out in the sun. What an odd thing that was, sparkling as she had. It was as though she were made of glitter, or perhaps hundred, thousands of tiny diamonds. What few humans who had been around at the time had openly gaped at her, and she knew then that she couldn't be seen in the sun. Since then she'd spent her life in the dark of night, lonesome and always waiting. For what, she was never sure—not until this moment. Or rather, the moment his face had surfaced in her visions. He was who she had been waiting for all along, the one who would bring her out of her own dark, lonely night and into the light of day. The southern drawl in his voice was delectable; it brought a delighted giggle from between her lips, and she was completely lost within his presence for the time being. The air around them seemed electric, bouncing off the hardness of her skin and buzzing in the air around them. Perhaps that was her own excitement? Oh, she was a bundle of mixed emotions—but one could most easily describe her as 'sunny'. His hand fit most smoothly into her own when he took it, a sign of his acceptance of her, and of her acceptance of him. Alice had accepted him long before this. Accepted him as a crucial part of her future, though she was not yet sure of exactly how crucial a part he would be.
Now, love between Vampires is said to be a peculiar thing. It strikes fast, like a fairy tale, and is ten times stronger than mortal love. It is binding in a way that can only be felt, not described in words. That isn't to say that it is always love at first sight—no, it starts as a sort of fascination, a devotion, a desire to be near to the object of one's affection and to learn more about them. These were the things that Alice felt at that very moment, as the electricity from his touch flew up her arm and through her body. For the first time that she could ever remember, she felt weak and perhaps very mortal. His skin was warm and soft, despite the rough scars that her thumb idly traced out for a moment. "It is nice to meet you, Jasper. I'm Alice." Not that he had mentioned his name to her yet; she just knew. That was one of the great parts of her gifts. The smile on her face didn't waver in the slightest as she tugged him back towards a darker part of the bar, where they could sit unobserved and talk with one another. A few people still stared, but most had finally gone back to whatever they were doing. "We're going to get along great. We're even going to stay together for quite a few years." The atmosphere radiating off the petite beauty was confidence; she was so sure of all of this! But Jasper was an immediate part of her future, one that she didn't want to lose anytime soon. And, according to her visions, she wouldn't lose him anytime soon in the first place. He'd stay by her side, and they'd eventually make their way to the Cullens. From there, she didn't know exactly what would happen. She couldn't see that far into the future just yet, and there were many different decisions that could possibly be made along the way that would determine all of this.
As she lead him towards the little nook in the back of the pub, she couldn't help but to twirl once beneath his arm, gracefully skirting around every obstacle as though it were not even there. When she finally slid into the little booth, she let his hand free, folding both of hers pristinely beneath her chin. It seemed as though the energy was still soaring off her, as though she might burst from the booth at any moment and dance across the room with a ballerina's heart in hand. But she did not. Instead, her eyes took a far off look for a moment, staring at something that no one else could see. Her tone was slower now, less energetic but somehow electrifying to hear. "I'm tired of killing, too. There is a family that lives off the blood of animals. The Cullens."
It was probably unnerving him, the way she seemed to know everything. But she didn't explain just yet. It hadn't occurred to her that she should explain, actually. It seemed like such a natural thing to her that she often forgot how easily it could throw others off.
The dark eyes unglazed, and she flicked them back to him, her smile once more falling into place. It was radiant and alive with joy, triumph, and eagerness. They had a new life ahead of them, one that involved each other and a family. A life that didn't involve killing or hurting humans.
She thought on that prospect a moment. Alice herself had already started practicing, feeding off of the blood of animals. She had gotten better about attacking humans, though animal blood was a hard diet to get used to. She knew she'd do good with it because she had made up her mind that she would, and that decision directly affected her visions so that they now showed no human blood anywhere in her near future. Make sense?
