Jasper's POV

As I tore apart the animal that lay beneath me, I thought of hope; my hope, my Alice. She came to me like any angel would, from heaven or some worldly god that pitied me and bestowed upon me such a perfect being. She didn't walk to me and take my hand that day in the Diner; she filled me with something I never saw in this second life. Hope. She pulled me from my own damnation back to reality and for a while I was in my own perfect world with her. We traveled together and after months I bucked up the courage to tell her my love and longings. That was the first time I loved emotionally and physically. Since then, it has been like a dream. Now with Edward, she is an objective, something to never be attained for she deserved better; someone whose pieces aren't shattered, someone who is not as broken as I am, someone who is not ignorant in the ways of love as I have been since my confusion with Maria.

With Maria, she would give me a task and I believed I was doing it for her. I thought what we had was a partnership, a relationship, but all I was to her was a puppet. I couldn't stand it and so I ran. I knew she would search for me, so I kept myself on the outskirts of towns and in the woods. I only stopped in the diner to hide from the rain, lest the townspeople suspect me. My eyes were dark and I was thirsty, which scared me more than the innocent bystanders I would soon feed on.

That's when I saw her, small but perfect with a radiant smile spread across her face. She held out her hand and I took it and we began our life together. I used the months I had with her to learn everything I could. Since she had no memory of her past, I listened to her stories of the future, brothers and a sister and loving parents. I didn't know such a life could have existed. She would ask me about my changing and my scars when we were intimate, but I always managed to change the subject. I wouldn't allow her to get that close and know of my misdeeds. I was afraid of losing her. I did eventually tell her, when she pouted her lip and made that stubborn face. She stood in the middle of a clearing and would not move an inch until I told her. She was a stubborn one, but I was smitten.

I promised myself I would do right by her. I wanted to be with her and someday marry her. I knew we would not be able to reproduce but I couldn't care, all I needed was her in my arms. Even if holding her meant protecting her, it was actually her embrace which protected me, my heart and my soul. She held both in her hand and it was her will what would become of them.

Carlisle came up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Everything will work out, son." He said with compassion. He truly believed in this lifestyle and in me especially. I didn't know whether it was blind faith or rants of a vampire in denial. Perhaps he was so connected to his old life that he did not want to give it up, which explains his desire to be around bleeding patients and his dietary policy.

I grumbled for my reply and he knew to walk away. He knew I needed to be alone with my thoughts. I would become nothing but a shell of a man if I lost her. I have considered what I would do if such a thing happened, provoking the Volturi because without her there would be no life worth living. She was my world, my Alice, my hope.

I tried as hard as I could to sense a hint of her emotions but she knew me and had Carlisle and Esme drag me far enough so that I was out of range. I clenched at the very thought of them alone in the house. The hours past and it was time for my return as Alice told me. Carlisle and Esme opted to stay behind to hunt together for a few more hours. I nodded and ran home to my beloved. I creaked up the steps hearing a rustling in the bushes. I smelled Edward's scent leaving. He was running, but why? I worried about what he had done to Alice and burst inside.

She practically flew down the steps into my embrace. It was easy to hold her, it felt right. She buried her face in the crook of my neck placing a delicate kiss on my skin. I couldn't help but smile when she was around.

"I missed you," She spoke softly with so much tenderness in her voice.

"Every second felt like a lifetime," I held her closer, cradling her small body against my chest. I walked backwards still holding her and sat down in the leather armchair. She snuggled closer to me in my lap, closing her eyes. For the longest time, I just held her and listened to her unnecessary breaths. I kissed the top of her head and growled. I could smell his scent on her.

"Jazz, please don't be angry with me," Her voice cracked, almost to a sobbing point. I began rocking her and humming a lullaby my mother would sing to me and my younger sister. She didn't need her mood changed; she just needed to be held.

She pulled her head away from my chest and placed her lips on mine. It took a second before I began to kiss back. How I wish she knew what she did to me when we touched, the electricity which sprawled across my spine, causing every one of my hairs to stand. She moved so she was straddling my lap to deepen the kiss, running her hands through my blonde hair. I dove my hand through her spikes while pressing my thumb to her hipbone. God this four foot ten vixen had a strong hold on me! As much as I wanted to continue the kiss and move this matter to the bedroom, I had to ask her.

"So how did everything go," I paused, "with Edward?" She wasn't angry, but rather exacerbated about the halt to the kissing. From my time with her, I knew she did not like to be interrupted.

"It went fine. He understands now. I think this might have brought us closer, even." She said smiling. Closer? How much closer could they have gotten than what they were doing hours earlier?

"I know you were worried," she continued, "and hurt. I don't want you to ever feel that way again. Nothing will tear us apart, Jazz. Our love is too strong. Every part of me is yours."

I held her chin gently and pulled her lips to mine for a deep and loving kiss.

"I know, my love. You were right before. I can feel it in my heart, the love we share."

"I'm always right. I thought you would have figured that out by now." She giggled with a smug look on her face. My lady was a tricky one but in the short time I knew her, she was always proven correct. I took her hand softly and placed it over my chest where my heart once stood.

"This is yours. I know it's broken and many pieces are missing. I hope you will take good care of it."

She leaned down and kissed the spot. "Ever since my change, I have been seeing you and this life we have together. I promise to walk on eggshells to keep it safe." She put her hand over her own heart. "This belongs to you, and always will. No other man has meant more to me than you do right in this moment." I placed my hand over hers as we gazed into each other's honey colored eyes. In hers, I could see the world set before me. She was my world.

It came out like lightening, without thinking, without planning, just pure adoration for this creature who has been my life. "Marry me?"

"You didn't plan this," She smiled affectionately.

"Some things are left better as surprises." I teased.

"Not for a psychic, my dear." She lightly tapped my nose. I caught her hand and brought it to my mouth, where I kissed each finger.

"So, is that a yes?" I asked playing with her hand.

"Yes," She smiled and kissed me so deeply that even her tiny self nearly knocked over the chair. "I was wondering when you were going to ask me. You kept me waiting for that, too." She pouted. I kissed the pout away.

"My apologies, ma'am." I said reminiscing of my southern duties. "If it were up to me, I would have dragged you to the alter the first moment I laid my eyes on you. I don't know what I would have done without you."

She shushed me. "And now you never have to think like that again." She kissed me lovingly. I gave her a sly smile and she knew what I meant. I pulled her body closer to mine, gripping her thighs running them up her skirt. It's a shame that it was going to be shredded. I remember the light in her smile when she picked it out. She slid her hand down the center of my shirt, cutting it into two pieces, causing it to fall to the floor. She marveled at my chest as though it was the first time she seen it. She kissed each one of my scars, intensifying her feelings of lust. I groaned and pulled my hair back. She giggled, proud of what she did to me. I pulled her blouse over her head with such slowness that she nearly tore it off herself. I loved the sight of her bare skin, only to be covered by a bra. Not for long. I brought her lips to mine for a searing kiss. She massaged my chest, shoulders, and arms, delicately fluttering her fingers over my scars. With one hand up her skirt and the other managing the clasp of her bra, we were in heaven. I thought of lifting us up to relocate, but we were folding into each other and it would be hard to build up this friction and passion again.

"Jazz," she groaned against my lips. Her hands were diving into my hair, when I heard the door open. I heard a loud boom of a laugh coming into the living room where Alice and I were situated. My newlywed siblings looked flabbergasted at the position I was in with my fiancé. Rosalie covered Emmett's eyes while Alice put on her bra and blouse. My hand was still up her skirt. Rose removed the hand as they both began laughing. Alice and I both were in sync, total and utter embarrassment. We were known for our privacy.

"How was the honeymoon?" Alice broke off the laughter.

"Great. We had tons of fun." Emmett smirked, "but it looks like you two are just getting started. You guys should go there next."

"If you didn't completely destroy the island," Alice smirked back at Emmett.

"Touché, sister." Rosalie laughed. Still shirtless I wrapped my arms around Alice from behind. She leaned back into me.

"Well we will leave the lovebirds back to their lovemaking. Come on, Rose. Let's see if the bed is as strong here as it is on the island." Emmett laughed dragging his wife upstairs.

"How come you didn't catch that, Miss Clairvoyant? Why do I keep you around again?" I teased nibbling her neck. She moaned and melted into my embrace.

"You were distracting me. I can't do two things at once. And there are many, many reasons why you keep me around," She smiled seductively before pushing me back down on the chair and crawling into my lap. "So, Mr. Whitlock, where were we?"

"Right here, darlin'," I smiled and ripped her shirt off with one tug as I captured her begging lips.