Jasper's POV
I ravaged through the woods, taking my anger out on any animal that crossed my path. I was no longer thirsty but I needed some excuse for why I was ripping off the head of any mountain lion I saw. Alice was draining a deer somewhere else in the woods but I could feel her upset for the now stained maid of honor dress she wore.
I felt the sour blood slip down my throat as I yearned for the taste of human. Even though I was full, I just wanted to kill someone so I didn't run back to the house and rip Edward's head off.
How dare he! It wasn't enough that he had the eyes of every girl in school, and every vampire girl he met, not that I care; But now he desires my Alice, my mate, the one being in all of existence that I have ever loved, the one who saved me from myself.
I was sitting down watching as my angel danced in her ways, twirling about. Alice was in the best mood, her plans went off without a hitch and she could hear all the admirations of how her dress looked. Her mood was infectious. It took all that I could not to go over there and kiss her in front of the entire wedding party. She and Edward were talking, but I hadn't felt like listening in, half their conversations were mental anyway. In these few short months, Alice had gotten most close to Edward than the rest and up until tonight I was not bothered by it. I was concentrating mostly on my thirst and giving myself reasons why not to grab Carlisle's secretary and give her a razor sharp kiss to the neck, draining the sweet smelling blood from her veins. My one reason; Alice. She wanted this life for us more than anything and I could not fail her.
Suddenly it hit me like a bat to the head; a wave of a powerful emotion from Edward. It was a deep love. I first assumed it might have been for Tanya, the closest thing Edward's ever had to a love interest, but his eyes were so intently focused on Alice, that it forced me to draw that fatal conclusion. He was in love with Alice. It was too strong a love shared between siblings, even those as close as Alice and Edward. It was similar to what I felt for her, a longing. I immediately lifted to my feet and walked over to them with the intention of killing him. But then I thought of Alice, killing Edward would get us kicked out of the house and I could not do that to her. I tore her away from his arms, my manner rude, but I couldn't care less. My mind was less forgiving.
Edward if you so as much as lay a hand on her, I will show you a fate worse than damnation. I watched him walk away full of shame over his actions. I danced with Alice slowly but concentrated on his mood change in case he would start feeling something else for Alice. I was pulled back from my internal battle on whether or not to rip him apart by the sound of Alice's voice filled with worry. I did not want her to be concerned and I lied to her, blaming my actions on my thirst. It broke my un-beating heart when I promised her to never lie again; knowing that in itself was a lie. I hated myself but I wanted to soothe her worries and also I did want her knowing of Edward's affection. I was not confident in my ability to keep her.
I glanced back at the dead animal carcass that was spread across the ground. I couldn't even recognize what it was. Alice skipped to me, her lips red from blood stains. She squeezed my hand tightly and glanced down at the massacred animal.
"Boy, you were certainly hungry," she teased. She licked the blood off her lips, her dress completely torn but still hung from her shoulders.
"I'm not full just yet," I revealed, a wicked smile escaped my lips.
Something primal raced through me. I grabbed her and began kissing her fiercely. I felt possessive over her. I could not let Edward have her. She was mine and I intended to put my mark on her. She smiled wickedly, pushing me against a tree. I kissed her neck and the sensitive spot under her ear, savoring her taste. I always loved the way she smelled, like a million beautiful flowers combined to create something rare and exquisite.
I threw all the lust I could muster toward her, running my hands through her hair to pull her closer. I couldn't live without Alice. Ever since that moment in the diner when she first touched my hand, she's had my heart. It belonged to her and always will.