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It was hours later when I opened my eyes. It had been Carlisle, and he stoked my hair when I looked into his welcoming face. I wanted him to be proud of me--my eyes, I mean. They were gold even though I was a nomad. Not anymore, though. I hoped I was a Cullen now, not a nomad.

"Your name is Alice?" He asked me. I nodded. I was silent, my sobs left me exhausted. "Do you want to come home with us?" he asked me. His voice was smooth and soft inside of my ears. His eyes were large and amber in the dim light, and I immediately thanked God for sending me him and his family. I nodded again, a little more deliberately. This was exactly what I had wanted.

I hugged the blonde man. He patted my back like he knew that was coming. "Alright. It's alright now." His touch was warm and comforting--I'd never felt it before. Like he truly cared for me--like a daughter. I supposed I sort of was now.

He helped me to my feet, and Esme ran over to us and hugged me. I hugged her back, burrowing my face in her dress, smelling the lilacs. I felt the intense love in her embrace as well. The Cullens that looked my age was coming near…with apologetic faces. Edward spoke first. "Alice, we are so sorry. We thought all of them were hurting you, and I told Em and Rose to--" I raised a hand weakly, cutting him off affectively. His hands were raised in apology, his golden eyes glimmering with regret.

"I think what happened was for the best." I whispered. "He would have led a unfulfilling life." My voice didn't sound like my own. Neither did the words. It was so odd to think it was all over…I'd never again see Vincent, Lee or Perry. I was both elated and heart broken.

I remembered Lee and Vincent jeering at me and teasing me. I remembered Perry holding my hand and telling me it would be alright. I sighed at the memory of his pinched face down at the river that one day, our skin glistening and our feet dipped into the ice water.

I pulled away from Esme and walked around, which felt odd. I was trying so hard to remember things…but I couldn't Maybe if I touched objects like what had happened with Perry I would recall. But how could I remember what to touch to gain memory back? And no one said that would even work. Maybe most of my memories were gone for good, just like how Perry didn't remember me.

The Cullens watched me a little too closely--as if I would snap at any moment. Again…I hated those stares. With my arms crossed and my feet in the pine needles, I slowly made rounds of the clearing. No one spoke. The silence was almost maddening. Suddenly, I heard Edward growl, and his eyes moved to the entrance to the clearing. I froze in mind numbing fear, not knowing what I would see.

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As Alice paced in the clearing along with the Cullens, she did not know that a tall lank figure was pulling away branches and inhaling a citrus scent not even a mile behind. He could smell her sweet scent, and he felt adrenaline as he realized how close he was to finding this ghost woman. He was now convinced, however, that she was not a figment of his twisted mind. She couldn't be. Yet, a part of his brain nagged at the outcome if this was true. He ignored that voice and quickened pace.

He'd been following the scent for two months now.

He was really a terrible tracker, and he often was delayed by his starvation. He only slipped up on one human--and old man that had been crushed in a rock slide. He was already three fourths dead when the blonde vampire found him, and the fear and anguish that radiated off the old little man caused the killer to take a day off from tracking, much as he hated it. He had to stop and try to remember good things to gain his strength back. That was the whole reason he took the entire day off--he could think of nothing happy. Finally he settled on describing Alice to himself and imagining a smile that could stop the world from spinning.

He thought he had been very close only two weeks ago--but found that the scent was become a little fainter--as if she and her coven were running now. He hoped that she wasn't running from him, exactly.

Now, the blonde vampire could almost feel her scent moving. He began to run--it was so close now. He felt that odd thing again--a grin. It stretched across his face, and he inhaled the gorgeous scent that lead him to a wall of dense trees. Ever so faintly came the scent of blood, dirt and smoke--the smoke burned his lungs. He did not care, for he could only smell that citrus and irresistible aroma.

He tore his palms through the pine trees, parting them like a curtain. The greens showered down on his arms and hair, and he frantically looked about. He could only see the bright light first. He squinted at the harshness of it, and was startled when a hand snatched his jacket and yanked him from the wilderness. He stumbled out, his eyes moving around frantically. The face in front of his was angry yet cautious--it was a vampire with odd gold eyes and messed up copper hair.

The blonde vampire barely spared him a glance. The smell was shooting fireworks in the corner of the clearing, and when the blonde vampire twisted his neck in the direction, he found Alice.

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"What in the world--!" I heard Esme breathe. There was an intruder, that was for certain, but I couldn't see who it was. It wasn't anyone I'd remember, I was sadly sure of that.

Emmett and Edward's backs shielded my view. Frustrated, I stalked after them. All the Cullens did, actually. The sound of our shoes…and my bare feet against the dirt road was thin yet ominous. I couldn't stand another vampire trying to harm me or any of the other Cullens. Of course it wasn't human--I smelled no delicious blood.

At that second, Edward moved away from the vampire, awestruck. Emmet gave him a questioning glance before Edward's wide golden eyes fixed on me. I stopped, arching an eyebrow.

"It's…the guy from your mind." he whispered. I silently understood--I was wondering why Edward had been so feverish to kill Vincent. Because I was begging him to inside my mind. Nothing would surprise me now. But--what did he say? The guy from my mind…

My eyes widened and I ran towards the prisoner. I pushed away Emmett and stared.

It was the blonde vampire.

I was frozen. It was him. He stared at me like I did to him--awed and amazed and....relieved. He stood on wobbly legs, awkwardly restrained by Emmett and not fighting at all. His eyes were huge and pleading, and the light behind me flecked in his irises.

I wasn't completely clear on who this was--and what my memory served me was fuzzy lines and blurs. I knew it was the vampire from my millisecond vision when Vincent was sailing through the air. Yet, somehow, I felt that that flash of memory served him no justice.

His face was creamy and pale. It looked luminous to me, but I supposed it could look ragged and distressed to the Cullens. I saw the scars…they were bite marks. I never knew what they were. I'd been positive they were burns…

His face was absolutely beautiful. His lips were full and surprised, and his facial structure was godly. His angular eyebrows were perched above his huge eyes. They were so wonderful to gaze at…but they were dirty red. Muddied, sort of. I knew I should have found them terrifying, but I found them lovely. They were fringed with dark eyelashes, adding to his angelic quality. His hair was perfectly windblown. It was gold, and the shining strands glinted in the moonlight. It was wavy over his alabaster brow, and only one tendril hung over in a sweetly innocent way.

His lips were parted in awe as he saw me. I could see that his teeth were perfectly white and straight behind his open pearl lips.

Emmett's arm was wrapped around his arm, and he didn't struggle or notice him. His huge red eyes looked at me curiously. They slowly closed as I watched in wonder, and he fell to his knees.

Emmet awkwardly held his arm in restraint, and found it was unnecessary. He let the arm fall. It was sheathed in a ratty old jacket with holes bitten out and blood and dirt streaking it. I shoved my way through to get closer.

He bit his beautiful lip, and his brow pinched in an odd expression. He let out a long sigh then, and it was quavering, as if he were about to cry. I cocked my head at the angelic stranger. He began to smile slowly, looking up at the moon. I watched him mouth to the sky, "Thank you."

He smiled and closed his eyes as if he were in some euphoria. He chuckled. It was strange--seeing this vampire fall to his knees and smile like that. His breaths became disoriented as he began to softly cry, though I couldn't quite call it that. It was like he was laughing, but the laughs were like sobs. Soft, angelic sobs. He looked hopelessly happy to be here. But why?

I knew I had a vision of him, and I knew he had to be somewhat important. And why was Edward gazing at me, his eyes so wide? Could he know something from my mind that I did not? I couldn't understand, and I could feel heat inside my body build up with frustration. I couldn't remember! I remembered Vincent--that terrible snake that washed away my colored memories. I stooped to the blonde vampire. Esme had said I was saying Jasper over and over earlier…and I had immediately thought of that blonde vampire's fuzzy appearance.

"Is your name Jasper?" I asked him, sort of like a command. I was so frustrated with everything right now I could bawl. He grinned, his eyebrows knitting together. He sobbed again, and I saw Esme raise an eyebrow out of the corner of my eye.

"Yes. My name…is Jasper."

His voice caused me to gasp. I slapped my non-beating heart with my palm. His voice was so beautiful…if I'd been able to, I would shed a tear at that moment. "Is your name Alice?" he sobbed/laughed. I nodded.

He looked down at his palms and slowly brought them up. I watched intently, and became slightly stiff as his palms were coming for me. I leaned away slightly, and Emmett's eyes flashed in preparation.

But then, his hands touched my face and I thought it was silly to ever back away. The touch was so soft and careful, like I was fragile or not even real.

Like I was only a cloud--like he was a small child reaching out to see if it was cottony soft or just air.

He sighed as our skin met, and I met the sound with one of my own contended sighs. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful touch of this stranger. So reassuring and gentle…like nothing I ever felt or even believed was real. His touch was feather-soft, yet it sent a pleasant heat through me, rattling through my hollowed veins and making me tremble with delight. I felt his hand twitch a little, too. He was just as affected.

Jasper…

I had heard that name before. It was wedged in the crevices of my brain. I knew I should know this person…like with Perry…but I was coming up blank. I stared into his huge red eyes. "I don't understand." I murmured.

His lips became a hard line of distress. By no means was this vampire unattractive--I could plainly see beauty in his soft features and wide eyes. Yet, I could see emotional fatigue in him. His eye sockets were deep brownish purple, like painful bruises. His lips weren't colored darker than the rest of his face--his visage was a mask of sheet white. His golden dark hair hung in tiresome strands around his open, expectant face. His eyes were huge, unblinking, and impossible to avert my sight from.

"You were looking for me...weren't you?" His soft voice trembled so fearfully that I just wanted to lie and say I was, but I couldn't recall! I couldn't recollect a thing! Only his name rang a soft, soft bell.

Suddenly he touched my hand, laid down in my lap. He touched it and drew back, testing me with his pooling scarlet irises. His soft touch was so tingly and warm, and I knew that I had to remember him. It was so close that I could taste it…it was right there in my brain, disguised and in hiding. I stared at him, my back stiff and my hands remained clasped. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

His huge eyes were fixed on me in pure desperation. He wanted me to say that I knew him…I was looking for him. I clenched the dirty dress folds and scrunched my eyes. He let out a strangled gasp as I made such an effort to retrieve on memory of him.

His hands went to mine again, this time harder. They squeezed around my wrists in hope. They were trembling but smooth around my unmoving limbs. I could hear him gasping louder, hoping… The gasps were verging on sobs, like my not remembering him was tragic. Was it? I didn't know…

His touch…so warm and comforting. So soft and special. Like we were meant to touch… His hands caressed mine as if time was ticking away.

Jasper. Jasper. The name…a soft tinkling bell inside of my mind…

It was growing, becoming louder, like a shushed voice standing tall now. Jasper.

Jasper…the blonde vampire.

The one with red eyes.

The one with the face carved out by a jealous angel.

The one I spent two years at a diner for, ordered a water every night for.

The one I purchased the dress that hung to me in tatters now for.

The one I loved and lived for.

The one that saved me from savagery in the asylum.

The one that Vincent tried to erase from my mind, but my mind was too strong. Jasper was somehow stained on every piece of my brain, because my life revolved around him. He was my purpose. I wondered how I wasn't dead from living this long without his touch.

"Alice…" came his mind-numbingly perfect voice. I opened my eyes to his wonderful face…his ruby red eyes, serene and loving. "I've been looking for you for a long time."

I closed my eyes and whispered, "I've been looking for you even longer." I realized these words were so true, that my heart swelled.

Then, he kissed me.

Ohhhhhh yeah! He's here, everybody! Jasper and Alice are united. Tune in for more happy romance chapters...sprinkled with a little angst, though. Whichever you're here for, you'll be gettin' it!

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