ahhh! alice's angst is OVER! she is with her dream man. Isn't that great? Enjoy their loveyness in this chapter. It'll make you happy. Please review dawllings!

I would have done everything all over again for another kiss from Jasper. He was what I had been looking for for so long, not knowing if he was even real for sure. I had always prayed for him to come and save me, and he would never come. There were even times when I was convinced he was not real. Everything in my past was grim and dark, but now…the future was looking bright and free.

He didn't pull away from the kiss, and I didn't dare either. I forgot about the Cullens for a moment, a long, long moment. I had found Jasper. It was the happiest moment of my existence.

There was so much I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't bear to part from his lips or touch. I touched his face, trying to match his feather softness, and caressed his cheek. Touching him was nearly as beautiful as being touched by him. I touched his soft hair, too. It was slightly dusted with dirt, but I didn't care. My white fingers became tangled in his locks, my wrist pulling him closer and closer all the time.

My heart sang and my gnashes went numb, and I forgot about killing my friend Perry and I pushed away Vincent's evil face. The Cullens had saved my body, they really had, and I would be eternally grateful for that and their hospitality…but Jasper saved my soul. I would've been a shell without him, and he appeared at just the right time to fill me up with warmth. I whispered his name in between kisses, and it left a sweet and pleasantly hot sensation on my tongue.

Even when I pulled a millimeter away, I gasped at the coldness away from him. I kissed him, never wanting myself without him again.

I broke away when the thunder above clapped, startling me. I stared up at that sky, my eyes wide. I felt his face angle upwards too…and the rain began to pour.

Faintly, I heard Carlisle say that we should head home. Esme was agreeing, her hair was plastering against her face. She turned to me, her mouth parted. Rosalie was wringing out her hair and talking to Emmett. Edward was taking long strides to speak to his family…

I lowered my eyes, feeling the wind whistle a melody in my ears. I exhaled as the water washed over my face.

Jasper was watching me intently when I looked away from the sky. His eyes were wide, his face calm. He smiled slightly, still wearing a face of amazement. "Oh, Jasper." I could only breathe at his flawlessness. "I'm so happy." I giggled like a silly girl before my soul mate. The water was pouring hard, and the Cullens were beneath an umbrella of trees, waiting for us. Jasper helped me up, but our eyes never left the other's. I probably looked a little odd from staring at him with such unblinking eyes. I couldn't stop rambling and sighing. "I've waited so long for you. I didn't even think you existed." He closed his eyes and chuckled.

" Actually, I thought the same thing. I feared I was chasing a dream or a piece of my imagination." The rain weighed on his hair, and he used his glowing snow-white hand to brush it away. I touched his face at the sight of it, and he smiled at me. I felt my cheeks pinch as the tears suffocated me with happiness. He cocked his head slightly, his merry grin disappearing. His eyes were half closed as they flickered to my lips. I nodded minutely to myself, the bliss building up again. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, coaxing and comforting as he pulled me close. I pressed my hands to his dampened chest and allowed him to kiss me--I couldn't believe this. Not any of it.

His arms wrapped around me tightly--I could feel his rough jacketed arm brush against my ear lobe. My little hands snaked around his ribs until our bodies touched. He must have heard one of the Cullens cough or something, because he began to slowly walk. I broke from him, smiling brightly.

He rose his eyebrows as I stepped back, holding only his hand as if it were a memento. I blinked at him and looked into the gray sky. The water splashed against my grinning visage. Tiny water droplets quivered on my eyelashes. Crystallized dew hung in my hair. I flung out my free arm and let my head roll backward, letting the refreshing rain bathe my neck. I felt the ecstatic trembling inside of me, my arms outstretched, my teeth glimmering.

I caught sight of Jasper, and he was doing the exact same thing. He stepped away and simply looked into the sky, his eyes fluttering closed like a sleepy dragonfly's wings. The water ran down the perfect planes of his face, and he blew out a happy sigh. I lowered my hand, my fingers delicately pointed. His eyes were so gorgeous and lovely. Red, yes, but angelic.

As if I were a priority--as if the time was ticking, he ran to me and scooped me into his arms. I happily melted in them. They were hard and strong and would take care of me, as I would take care of him. My arms hung limp as he leaned over me, studying me. I was facing the bleak sky, but he shielded me.

He began to walk with me cradled in his arms, and I silently applauded his ability to support me and walk while kissing me at the same time.

I hadn't said more than twenty words to Jasper, yet I loved him more that I had loved anything in my entire time on earth. When we found the Cullen's home, Esme told us that she would make us a room out of the spare one. I could tell that she thought we would be needing it.

I now sat in the darkness, on a pillow on the floor, in the cool darkness. My hair was dark with wetness, and my shoulders were still damp.

My dress had been so dirty and moist that I had became a walking mud puddle. Esme silently took it from me after helping me into the shower and handing me fresh sleepwear. She offered me nubby PJ pants and a cotton tee, and I took it, not asking for anything more alluring. I was deeply sure that Jasper wouldn't feel differently after seeing me in that ratty get up before. I asked Esme not to throw away my dress, and ignored her glances as she held it away from her. Pine needles potruded from it and holes were gnashed through the mesh, but Esme could see in my eyes that I truly didn't want it tossed. She wordlessly took the rag away, held at arm's length.

Jasper was on the other side of the room, laying on the bed as i lay on my tummy on the floor. I was deeply bothered that we weren't in an entanglement of passion already. It was like I had met him before and loved him before…and now we were reunited. It was torture not to be in his arms right now. Then again…there was some oddity to it. We barely even knew each other, after all. I didn't care though. Not at all. "Jasper?" I whispered into the lonely darkness. I was considering finding him in the room when he responded.

"Yes?"

I swallowed. "Won't you come sit with me? I want to be touching you. So badly."

Silence. "I'm afraid."

"Why?" My voice was loosing calm. I knew this was odd for us both--but wasn't it obvious how much I loved him? We didn't know each other too well--but our interaction made up for it.

"I'm afraid that this is all a dream." His voice was mellow, smooth and thoughtful. I closed my eyes.

"It's not. I promise." Now I was on my feet, trying to seek him out.

"But…you are too good to be true. I--" His voice broke into sadness, and I urgently found him. It was so black in the room. My fingers brushed against his jacket, and I made little fists around the cloth, not letting go. I leaned in, intoxicated by his scent.

"If this is a dream, don't you want to live it to its extent?" I murmured. "I sure do."

Jasper chuckled darkly. My eyes became wide and I fidgeted.

"If this was a dream for you, Alice, it would be a night mare."

I froze. What did he mean? He was my angel--the worst thing he could do was leave me. I couldn't bear that thought--! "I'm sorry." His voice was dripping with apologetic regret. I relaxed, knowing my urgent clutching gave me away.

"Why would you say that?" I leaned in closer, feeling his uneven breath.

He didn't respond. He took my hand, actually, and I was suddenly feeling something smooth. It was so beautifully smooth…my fingertips felt electrocuted and hot. Suddenly, my fingertips grazed over something out of place. It was raised and felt cooler than the smooth surface. It was bumpy and uneven with no rhythm or rhyme to the oddly complex pattern. What was that?

I felt the odd thing tremble at the same moment Jasper sighed.

Someone else may have draw back their hand in horror, but I simply pressed against his scarred skin more. "I don't care." I whispered to him. He didn't say a thing. "Jasper, you saw my arms." The cuts…the awful jagged gnashes…

"Those will heal." His voice was harder now. It disturbed me.

I realized that his shirt collar was cutting into my white flesh--I must have been touching his lower collarbone. It was odd too feel so strongly to something you couldn't even see. The dark was leaving me without his face to see. I huffed and leaned in my hand's direction.

My fingers curled around his cotton collar--it had to be either Carlisle's or Edward's for it smelled clean and fresh. I gently tugged the collar down, and let my lips touch his skin. It felt so pure and good against my soft mouth. It was warm and made my whole body tingle, beginning with my tiny lips.

Jasper's body was slightly quivering. I wondered why. Hopefully I was giving him the same tantalizing effect by kissing his ravaged skin with gentleness. His had touched my neck, barely there. Like he had gone to my nape with the thought and stopped short. For now, he was truly trembling. I felt invincible as he quavered beneath my touch. I moved my lips deliberately but soothingly across his flesh.

His hand finally touched me, and I fell onto him, my whole body burning with the desire for him.

He was what I had been waiting for, and I still couldn't believe I had found him. It only took a couple months or terror, but it was worth it. Every kiss and every touch reassured me.

Jasper's breathing was strained as I touched his neck, finding a new scar. I didn't care. I really did not now, for I still believed in my angel of jealousy story for the time being. When he was ready, he would tell me how he got them. He would tell me his story, and no matter how terrible or even how grand, I would hold his hand and watch his beautiful lips spin an image in my mind.

And I would tell him mine. But, that was a few more steps down the road.

Right now, I only wanted to do with him the thing I had always wanted. I wanted to kiss him and love him. I could do that forever and die someday of bliss, with a smile on my face and joy painted on my heart. I realized at that second that such a day was nonexistent. This could go on forever. The thought elated me and I only kissed him harder, my passion burning feverishly enough for both of us.

Our ankles tangled and our bodies meshed like puzzle pieces. That felt like the perfect fitting of what I believed. We were now complete with each other. Before, we were only pieces and strips of our true selves, and I had found the remaining chunks today. And I believed that I was his missing pieces, and now we were both whole. Even on my happiest days…if I had ever had any…I was incomplete. Had I ever been happy? I only remembered terror at Vincent's side.

I was hurried to shove Vincent out of my mind as he entered, and I pulled my palms across Jasper.

The sound of his breathing was the sweetest music I had ever heard. In the darkness, I felt his hands and arms protecting me from anything but himself. I smiled as he kissed me harder and harder…and I let out a contended sigh as his lips met my neck. My fingers burrowed into his fine hair, and the rhythm of his jaw shyly rubbing my collarbone made me sigh with delight. He said my name, and the sound was so sweet--it made my dead heart swell. I whispered in the dark, my head angled to the ceiling, "I love you."

ahhhh. I love them to bitts. Obviously why i wrote this. and YES this was a tad bit scandalous, but i've read worse and it IS rated T. :D Isn't it like a Robin Hood quote (disney fox version) where the little lady fox says: "In his absence my love grows fonder" or something like that? Not word for word. That's sorta part of the inspiration this chapter.

Song Choice: Come What May from Moulin Rouge!

Love these lyrics: "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place--Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace--Suddenly my Life doesn't seem such a waste..."

"And there's no mountain to high--No river too wide--Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side--Storm Clouds may gather and stars may collide--But I love you until the end of time"

(I know its often used in Jasper/Alice relationships, such as my fave fanfic 'pull of polaris' [It's favorited. Go read it. It is so amazing. Best fanfic ever.] and it's on the aliceandjasper fansite as their playlist together. It just fits and i've held off this song for a while. I love this song!)