Alice gave a little blink, confusion washing through her for a moment at his…strange question. How did she know so much about him? Oh, right. She gave a small laugh, more at herself than at him, and shook her head a little. "I'm sorry. I haven't talked to someone like this in a long time." She explained good naturedly, her dark eyes looking over his shoulder a moment as she thought over a way to explain her gift. After a moment, she looked back to the blond vampire, an impish smile lighting up her features as she leaned towards him, voice dramatically hushed even though there was no real need for it. "I can see the future." She informed him, voice mystic and magical, as though she were some ancient sorcerer. Which she wasn't. She was simply a young woman—er, vampire—trying to have a bit of fun. Breaking into a full fledged grin, she leaned back from him again. "They're not set in stone, of course." Alice began, her expression suddenly turning serious. "I can only see what path a person is on. If you were to change your mind this instant about coming with me, then the future I see for you would change. I saw you coming, and was able to see that you were looking for a way to get away from murdering. I'm still not exactly sure why I saw you in my visions even though we'd never met, but I believe it is because our futures are directly connected. I made a decision to find someone like myself, and suddenly, I saw you."
With that out in the open now, she was sure things would make a lot more sense to him. Yet for a moment, her perfect self confidence wavered. What if he made the decision, right this instant, to get up and leave? If he walked out that door, would her future suddenly be blank again, full of more nights by herself, struggling to control her thirst and living off the blood of animals? Like a diet of beans and rice, it was enough to sustain her, but left her weaker than she knew she really was. The hunger was hard to deal with at times but that decision to not bite humans anymore was one that she would stick to. She would not be a monster.
Even if humans would forever see her as one.
It was, truly, a blessing to be seated across from someone who was one of her own kind. Once they were a bit closer, she could ask him everything—how vampires were turned, what it felt like. Were they often abandoned as she had been? Why were they made, and who made them? Could she turn other humans? What research she had managed to do really uncovered very little for her. There were so many myths and legends, and she knew for a fact that she had a reflection and that garlic had no affect on her whatsoever. Other than making her cringe, that is. The smell was nauseating to her overly sensitive senses. That, affectively, was very much beside the point. She was sitting across from the first of her kind that she'd ever met, and she was practically bubbling over with excitement and curiousity. But his questions had made her realize that she needed to slow down, that he wasn't a mind reader—or a psychic. She wondered, idly, if all vampires had some sort of ability. If Jasper had one, he already knew it and had discovered it, because she did not see it in their future at the moment.
His name off her tongue had sounded like heaven, as corny as it sounded, and it made her insides warm to hear it. Whatever future they had together, she couldn't wait to live it. Visions may have been helpful, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. Living something was far better than just seeing it. A vision did not give you the senses other than seeing; you could not feel to experience the pain or the pleasure, the emotions, the scents and the sounds and the clarity. So though she'd heard her speak his name before, it was nothing compared to the way it sounded to her now. Everything seemed to fit perfectly together, as though they were two halves of a whole that had been kept from each other until now.
With a graceful hand, she moved a strand of hair out of her pixie like features and mulled over his question of exactly who she was. How did she answer that one? "My name is Alice. I have no more answers for you, other than that." She answered honestly, placing her chin in one palm. "I have no memories of being human. I woke up like this one day, hungry and alone." The memory of that was enough to make her shudder. She could vaguely recall some sort of burning, something that had felt like it might eat her skin right off her of bones, but she had no marks on her to show that she'd been burned anywhere. It was the only thing she knew about her human life, that burning, and it wasn't much to go by at all. It certainly didn't give her any leads. "And now, you owe me a bit about your past. I can see futures, not all of time." She would get to his question about the Cullens a little later. Right now she wanted to know more about him, to hear what his life as a vampire had been like. Was he like her, alone and thirsty and confused when he had woken up? She didn't think so. There were so many scars all over his body, so many marks that must have come from fights. They looked like teeth, and she could only fathom that they had been caused by other vampires. Without thinking, she reached one small hand out, taking his own and tracing lightly at one of the scars. There was just fascination, intrigue, and curiousity radiating from her—no disgust, or anything unpleasant at all. Jasper must have such a story to tell, and she was anxious to hear it.
She wanted to know what her life could have been like, what it might have been like. And what was more, she wanted to know about Jasper. Jasper Whitlock, who sat before her as the first of her kind that she'd ever laid eyes on, as the other missing half to the puzzle she'd been trying to solve for so long. With him here, maybe she wouldn't need to know everything about her old life. If she could build a new life, she would be happy with having no memory of her past one.
