Hey Twilight'ers! Yes, I'm back! Hooray! Considering it's summer, I should be able to get more updates up. Thanks to everyone who has supported me in this sotyr.

Now, this is the chapter we've all been waiting for… JASPER! So please, make him happy by READING AND REVIEWING, m'kay?

Disclaimer: Despite my persistent requests to Santa and the Easter Bunny, I do not own Twilight.

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Years passed by, and I slowly, but surely, became a good vampire. Of course, the urge to drink the warm, sweet blood of humans was still there, but I was able to resist. My motivation was the visions I would have of my happy future with the man named Jasper and the family of the Cullen's.

It was now the early fifties. No longer were the American people worried about Germany. They were now worried about communism. Instead of wearing long dresses with high collars, girls preferred poodle skirts and boat shoes. I had to admit, most of the changes from my time to this current one were for the better.

The only thing that hadn't changed, though, was my appearance. I was still my teenage self, preserved for eternity. Life was sometimes hard for me. While I did befriend humans every once in a while, I would have to leave an area before anyone realized that my appearance never matured. I was terribly lonely. As a result, I had eventually worked my way north to Philadelphia. To entertain myself in between my trips out to the wilderness to hunt, I had taken a job as a commercial model. In fact, my face was visible throughout the city promoting everything from toothpaste to motor oil. Perhaps this wasn't the smartest thing to do, considering I wouldn't want anyone in later years to recognize me and realize that I hadn't changed a bit, but I really didn't care. I had been alive for many decades now, and I was going to do whatever the hell I wanted.

Today was special. It was the day I had been waiting for ever since I had a vision of it a few months ago. I was finally going to meet Jasper. Of course, I had seen him many times in visions, but nothing would compare to seeing him in the flesh… or whatever you would call the covering of vampires.

I was in a little corner café sitting on one of the spinney stools. Let me tell you, those are the most fun things in the world. The smell of the greasy hash browns and fries was overwhelming, but I ordered a small coffee and was sipping at it cautiously so I wouldn't draw attention to myself.

If I had a heart, it would be thumping in my throat. According to my visions, my soul mate would step through the door in thirty seconds. My hand was shaking as I clutched the delicate handle of my coffee cup. The waitress noticed.

"You okay there, sugar?" she asked, popping her gum far too loudly.

"I'm fine," I replied with a small smile. Thankfully, this was enough to make her go away. I glanced at the window, and then had to do a double take. There he was, standing outside the diner, glancing up at the sky that was pouring rain.

I took a deep, unnecessary breath, and he stepped inside.

He was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life. He had beautiful honey-colored hair that arranged themselves into a beautiful nest on his head. He was much taller than me, and he managed to be muscular and lean at the same time. He broke out into a shy smile when our eyes met. Ah, his eyes. There were a beautiful golden butterscotch, and they seemed to see through to my soul… even if I'm not one hundred percent sure I have one.

He slowly walked over to me. It seemed like there were magnets between us, because it was as if some unseen force was bringing us together. What was I going to say to him? So, I said the first thing that popped into my head.

"I've been waiting for you." That was an understatement. He had been what had kept me going all these years. Visions of him had prevented me from killing any humans, had kept me satisfied in my bouts of loneliness and depression, and had always brought a smile to my face. I smiled at him.

Instead of returning my smile, he hung his head like a proper Southern gentleman. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, apologizing.

It took all the self control I had not to erupt into a burst of giggles. Not exactly sure what to say next, I simply extended my hand to him. Deep down, I knew what would happen if he took it, and I knew what would happen if he didn't. I was really pulling for the former.

After a moment that seemed suspended in time, he took it. He looked up, and our eyes locked. I'm not sure how much time passed, and I didn't care. I would remember this moment for the rest of eternity. Without any words passing between us, we both stood up and exited the diner.

The sky was still cloudy and gray, but the rain had subsided. There were a few moments of silence, but then, he broke it.

"We haven't been properly introduced," he said, stopping and letting go of my hand. "I'm Jasper Whitlock."

"I'm Alice," I replied, extending my hand. He grasped it gently, and laid a single, small kiss on it. I let out a small giggle.

"Just Alice?" he asked.

"To be honest, I don't know what my last name is," I replied.

"And why not?"

I looked up at him. "Isn't it obvious?"

"You forgot everything before your transformation, didn't you?" I nodded in reply.

"And how did you know that I had a 'transformation'?" I asked with a coy smile.

He looked me straight into the eyes. "You're a vampire. It's easy to tell. You're beautiful beyond words," I looked toward the ground to hide my smile, "your skin is extremely pale, you have very dark circles under your eyes, and your eye color gives it away."

"Ah, you caught me," I said, raising my hands in mock surrender. "I'm a vampire. Now, whatever shall I do, now that you know my deep, dark secret?"

He grinned evilly. "I might just have to take you hostage."

"Oh, so scary," I replied. I looked up at him. "So, why did you take my hand anyway? After all, I am just a random stranger."

"I can't exactly explain why," he said, "but I felt like it was just right. Like I needed to be with you."

"That's sounds great," I replied with a smile.

"I have a question for you, though," he said.

"Shoot," I replied.

"How did you know I was coming into that diner?" His face was full of curiosity.

"It's a skill I brought over, I guess," I said. "I have visions. It works in sort of an odd way. I can't see the future until decisions are made, because I suppose that's just how fate works."

He nodded understandingly. "I have a special power as well. I'm an empath."

"Wow!" I exclaimed on reflex. I had definitely never met anyone who could control emotions. Suddenly, I felt an extreme wave of calm and peace flow over me.

"How'd you like that?" asked Jasper, referring to his power.

"Pretty exceptional I must say," I replied. "So, tell me about yourself."

"Well, I was born in 1843." My jaw dropped. "Yes, I know. I'm pretty old." He laughed. "Anyway, I grew up around Houston, Texas. Then, when I was seventeen, the Civil War broke out. I wanted to join the Confederate Army so badly that I lied and told them that I was twenty. I was pretty charismatic and good with strategy, so I quickly rose through the ranks and became the youngest Major in the Confederate Army. Then, when I was actually twenty, I was 'kidnapped' by an evil Mexican vampire named Maria. Maria was a crazed, power-hungry female that commanded an army with a goal to have as many territorial claims as possible. You see, the more land you had, the more room you had to feed on humans and still be undetected. She chose me because of my army experience, and I immediately became blood thirsty because that's the way I was trained. When she found out about my power, she desired my assistance even more. My job was one of the most terrible ones possible. I had to train young vampires and then kill them when Maria deemed them unnecessary, which was usually about a year after they were changed. That's when their initial strength starts to fade. Finally, about ten years ago, I realized how ridiculous and immoral that life was. An old colleague of mine then convinced me to escape from Maria. I traveled with my companion and his mate, but I was still depressed from sacrificing humans. So, about a year ago, I decided to feed off of animals and I went off on my own. I've been wondering around, until today. That's when I met you."

I just stared at him for a few moments. I certainly hadn't seen this in my visions. I couldn't believe that he had been through such pain and depression, but had still come out the other end as a decent and stable person.

"That's amazing," I said honestly.

"I'm glad you think so," he replied. "It's been a terrible struggle, considering how I was raised to kill and hate humans. But I'm tired of being bad. I want to be good."

Suddenly, the rain began to pick up again. We instinctively ran into the nearest shelter, which was a movie theater.

"Feel like a movie?" I asked Jasper.

"What's showing?" he asked. He probably wasn't exactly used to the concept of movies.

"Roman Holiday, with Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn," I told him.

"Is it good?" he asked.

"It's amazing," I replied. "I've already seen in four times. And, Miss Hepburn is going to win an Oscar."

"And I suppose you've seen this in a vision?" Jasper asked with raised eyebrows.

I nodded with a large smile. "So, are you interested?"

"Let's go," he replied.

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The movie was… interesting. To say the least.

Once the lights turned off, electric sparks seemed to shoot off between the two of us. Though we were only sitting about three inches apart, the distance seemed like a few miles. I desperately wanted to close the space between us, but I wasn't sure how he would react. I wasn't having any visions regarding it, much to my dismay. So, to stop any urges I was feeling, I crossed my arms and tried not to think about Jasper. I didn't see any of the movie. Every once in a while, I glanced over at Jasper, and he seemed to be utterly enthralled with it.

Mercifully, the movie finally ended, and the lights came up.

"That was amazing," said Jasper. "That was actually the first movie I ever saw."

"Really?" I asked. "Well, I'm going to have to do something about that." I smiled, and he returned it. He took my hand and we walked out of the theater.

There was some silence as we walked down the street. "I think it's about time I took you home," he said. I nodded in reply. I didn't want to leave him, though.

I lived in a small and shabby apartment over a seamstresses' shop. It was about twenty blocks away, so I, thankfully, still had some time with him.

We filled our time with simple small talk. He revealed to me that his favorite color was burgundy, his favorite card game was gin rummy, and his dream was to stop being a monster. I told him that I loved jazz music, wanted to visit Paris and shop, and I dreamed of never again being lonely.

We were at my door then.

"Would you like to come up?" I asked hesitantly.

He bit his lip. "I'm not sure that's a very good idea."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because, it doesn't seem proper," he replied with a regretful look on his face. I then understood what he meant, considering the times that he was raised in.

"I see," I replied. "Will I see you again?"

"I certainly hope so," he replied.

"I guess I'll go now," I told him, turning to unlock the door.

Suddenly, I heard, "Alice! Wait!"

I whirled around. "What?"

He looked at me with a small, sweet smile. "I have a confession to make."

I just gave him a confused look.

"I'm so glad I met you today. For the first time, ever it seems like, I have hope. I believe that I can be a better person, and that I can overcome my adversities. So, thank you, Alice."

I stood there and looked at him for a bit. I felt some rain drops hit my head, and I realized that this was the most alive I had felt in a long time.

He just stared at me. "Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Honestly, I didn't have anything to say. Instead, there was something I wanted to do.

I took a giant step, closing the gap between us, both physically and mentally, and wrapped my small arms around his neck. I lifted up onto my toes, and pressed my lips against his.

He seemed surprised at this at first, but then, I felt him kissing back. Instead of breaking it, he lifted me up so that my legs were straddling his waist. He pressed me up against the wall of the brownstone, and I could feel the tiny ridges and bumps pressing into my back.

I'm not sure how long we kissed. It could have been a few seconds, or it could have been a few sunny days. All I know, is that I was finally happy. I knew, that for the rest of my existence, I would never kiss another pair of lips. I didn't want to. I had found my home.

I had found it in a kiss.

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I don't know about you, but through the last part of this chapter, that Cher song, "It's In His Kiss," was tooootally stuck in my head.

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