AN. In the begining I thought it was going to be all human, i've changed my mind, if you can find out who the vampires are, have a virtual cookie, if not you'll find out sooner or later.

A Love Note

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters, my friend gave me the prompt, and it's my plot.

Dear Jasper,

I know you know how much I love you. I don't think I even have to explain how much I really truly do love you. War separates people, and I don't want that to happen to us. I've thought about stopping you so many times, but I know that you would go anyways. War is in your future no matter if I'd been there are not. War is written in your destiny so strongly that I worry for you. You can't die on me Jasper Whitlock; I'll bring you back and murder you if you do. But I'm scared Jazz, I'm scared that you will die, there's something morbid coming at you, and I can't tell what it is.

I've never told you before, but I get flashes of things that may come to pass. It's not definite and it's anything but clear, but I saw this war coming years ago when I'd just met you. I've always known you'd leave me, but I never knew when. You'll be coming back soon and I must get this in your pocket before you return. I just wanted to tell you, that I'll always be there, and if you die, I die too. Just to be with you.

With more love than I could ever express,

Your wife,

Alice

Jasper placed a kiss on the note and folded it up again. The creases were long since worn away and he tucked it into the big pocket of his coat. He lifted the next letter from his bed and unfolded it once more.

Jasper,

I miss you already. Everything is silent around the house, it's almost eerie. Another war wife has moved in with me, we need the company without our husbands here. Here name is Esme and she is the sweetest woman I have ever met, you would like her. Her husband Carlisle is a doctor in the war. You'll have met him by the time you get my letter, or you will a little after you get it. Sometime soon at least. From what Esme has told me of him, there is no one as caring as him. Except you maybe.

You're going to be shot in the shoulder, so do be careful Jazz. It gave me a heart attack when I realized it was going to happen. Though I do want you to meet Carlisle, I'd rather it be on a social visit, rather than a medical one. War is a dangerous game, and you've got to promise me that you'll be as careful as your job allows.

With more love than any other wife,

Your wife,

Alice

He smiled at the letter, letting a memory wash over him.

The sun was burning hot and it soaked through his thin shirt. They were crouched down in a trench their guns peeping over the edge and occasionally their heads and upper torso. He pushed his head and body over the edge of the trench aligning the tip of his gun with the corresponding enemy. With a quick wiz a bullet caught him in the shoulder, the impact knocking him back into the trench.

"Whitlock, Whitlock are you okay?"

Through blurry eyelids that threatened to close Jasper saw a fellow soldier. A man named Trent crouching over him, seeing his bleary condition, he called someone over, the name was blurred and words were a dim buzzing in his ears. But something caught his attention. The man in front of him had honey blond hair, pale features, and shining butterscotch eyes, that turned darker as he took sight of the blood pooling around Jasper's would. He was almost Jaspers age, maybe three or four years older. But what struck jasper the most was how unnaturally handsome he was. He took in a deep breath that immediately made him cough and gasp for breath.

The doctor placed a hand on his chest. It made him shiver from the unexpected cold even in the burning heat. He wrapped the wound in gauze that stung but it stopped the flow of blood for the moment.

"Stay here," he said softly, his voice was smooth and velvety and Jasper felt calmer for just a moment.

"You need proper medical care for the wound, which I'll give you when the battle is over."

He smiled a charming smile that showed shining white teeth.

"Carlisle Cullen," he said.

Alice was never wrong it seemed, and it made him smile. His little physic. He picked up the third letter in the pile, the last one.

Jasper,

Thank god you're alright. I was worried about you but it seems that Carlisle patched you right up, thank god for that man. The visions come more and more every day. And it scares me that they seem to always be right. I can tell something's about to be burnt moments before it does.

But the moment that scared me the most was when Mrs. Mertsling died. I had a dream that she died of a heart attack and the very next morning in the paper, I checked the obituary section and she had died that very night. I'm scared Jasper, that one day I'll see your death and then an army mail will come to my door. You come home to me alive Jasper Whitlock. You've just got too.

Much Love,

Your wife,

Alice

A brief fluttering of the tent caused Jasper to turn. Carlisle was standing there, fresh bandages in his hand, as well as an acid green salve. He smiled apologetically before sitting down on Jasper's bed. He unwound the bandages with a skilled hand, carefully applying the salve. Jasper winced as he wound the fresh bandages around the wound.

"News?" he asked gently.

"Not since this morning," Jasper said in a voice that sounded mournful.

Carlisle gave an apologetic smile.

"You'll be home before you know it, I'm sure."

Jasper placed his head in his hands rubbing his temples, ignoring the sharp pain it sent to his shoulder. Carlisle winced.

"We all miss our loved ones," Carlisle said soft

"Not as much as I miss her," Jasper said, and it sent a stab of pain to Carlisle's heart.

"War takes it's toal on everyone, Jasper. We have to make sacrifices however painful."

And with that parting comment he stood and left the room.