I'm so sorry for the wait! School has been keeping me really busy at the moment. It sucks.
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But, I actually worked pretty hard on this one.
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Haha. Cliffhanger at the end, don't you worry ;)

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They ran for hours, away from the town, heading only in the opposite direction. Jasper didn't ask questions about where they were going, he just ran next to Alice like always. Always going wherever she went. Besides, it seemed like she knew what she was doing...

"Hey, Jazz?"

"Yes?"

It was hard to talk with wind rushing past them. They were going at quite a speed. Alice skidded to a halt, and Jasper stopped a few feet infront of her and stepped back to her side.

"What is it?" he asked curiously, watching her face closely as she tapped her temple, her eyes shut tight. She was concentrating on another vision.

"I can see us, we're in Canada. I think...I think it's about 3 days from now. But I can't be sure. Hey...do you have a blue shirt?"

"A blue shirt?" Jasper echoed blankly.

"Yes," Alice nodded, smiling, "You're wearing a blue shirt in my vision."

"I am?" He looked confused. He always wore a black shirt. Alice just laughed.

"Don't worry," she reassured him, patting his stomach fondly, "It looks great on you!"

They continued to run as night turned into day. When the sun was higher in the sky, the couple were forced to slow down into 'brisk' walk, as Alice called it. They talked endlessly, about random, unimportant things...including the mysterious 'blue shirt'. Finally, Alice had to stop...she was thirsty and running was harder when your throat was on fire. Jasper waited for her patiently on a wall between the fields they had been walking through, counting the seconds to pass the time until she came back. When she did, her mouth was rimmed with red.

He smirked, pulling her closer and wiping the blood away. "You're such a messy eater!" he accused, playfully. She laughed with him, linking their hands. Then, her faced turned serious.

"What?" Jasper asked. She hesitated.

"I was just wondering...no, never mind."

"No, what?" He pressed. She seemed abit reluctant.

Jasper frowned. "Why can't you tell me?"

Alice's perfect face creased into a little pout. "Well...you might react badly." she countered, looking past him.

"Can't you just look into the future and see my reaction?" He teased. Alice just sighed.

"Jazz, you know it doesn't work like that. I can't see your reaction until you decide how you're going to react, and you won't know how to react until I tell you what it is."

"...Pardon?"

She laughed slightly. "It's confusing," she explained, "But it doesn't matter anyway. It's not important."

Obviously, Jasper was too curious for his own good. He stopped her walking, pulling her back.

"Alice," he looked deep into her eyes, "Please? I'm not going to react badly, I promise. I just want to know what you're thinking."

She paused again, almost like she was testing him.

"You promise?" she clarified. He nodded.

"Promise."

"Well...I just wanted to know about your scars."

There was a long pause. Jasper made sure his face didn't give away his feelings. After all, he had just made a promise. Carefully, he took a deep breath.

"You want to know...about my...scars?"

She nodded, and then stopped hastily. "But it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..."

Jasper stiffly looked over her shoulder.

Alice sighed."I knew you would react badly...I'm sorry Jazz," she murmured. "I just, wanted to know. I won't ask again, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It's just...it...well, I don't talk about it much," he muttered, still not looking into her face. He could picture her expression anyway, he could feel the confusion and regret emanating from her. And the curiousity. She really did just want to know. But, to Jasper, his scars were the worst subject to decide to talk about. He just...hated them. They reminded him of his past, the monster he had been before he had met Alice. How could he have stupidly believed that she hadn't even noticed them? A storm of thoughts rushed through his mind.

Beside him, Alice sighed. She tugged his hand slightly, walking forwards again. No one spoke for a while as they made their way down the deserted path. It was late afternoon now, the sky was slowly dimming and the birds were flying low above them. Alice loved the birds; she laughed quietly to herself as she watched them skimming low over the fields. Jasper just walked stiffly beside her, making her regret asking the question more than ever.

They stopped as the sun set, by a lake on the edges of a wood. It was beautiful. Alice pulled her hand free, skipping to the edge and running it in the water. She looked back over at Jasper, who was staring off into space.

"Jazz?"

He caught her eyes for a second. "Yes?"

"Don't you think it's beautiful here?"

"Hmm. Very."

Alice folded her arms. "Jasper, please? Just...forget earlier, okay? I told you I shouldn't have asked," she reminded him, trying to ease her guilt. She knew he could feel how bad she was feeling about this, and she was hoping he wasn't angry. Her face lit up when he gave her a weak smile.

"You should have," he said softly, hugging her. "You deserve to know."

Alice took her chance. "So...why don't you tell me?" she asked, unable to hide her burning curiosity.

Alice had always seen Jasper with the scars, even in her very first vision. She knew he had been a fighter, but she never really knew what he had actually fought. That had never been in a vision, because she didn't see the past. The scars that decorated Jasper fascinated her to no end...they were certainly striking. Endless silvery cresent-moon shaped marks, dotted over his arms and jawline, like a unique tattoos on his skin. As he hesitated, she ran her hand over them, making him shudder slightly.

"Alice..." he began, carefully taking her hands. She stopped him from speaking.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why won't you talk about them?"

He sighed. "Because, Alice, I was a monster. You didn't know me back then...these scars are nothing to be proud of."

She made a little tutting noise. "Nothing to be proud of?" she mocked playfully, patting his cheek. "Jazz...they show who you are! It can't have been that bad."

He shook his head. "Trust me. It really was that bad."

For a moment, she paused. Jasper watched her thoughtfully. "Alice, how much do you already know about my past anyway?"

"Well...I know you were a fighter..."

Jasper sighed, looking down at the ground. If he was going to spend eternity with her, she would find out eventually. And, she had saved him...he might as well tell her the truth.

They sat by the river for hours, and only Jasper spoke. He told her his entire story, every newborn battle, every training technique...all of it. Throughout his narative, Alice listened closely, not missing a word and never taking her eyes away from his. She held her breath until he spoke the last word, and then let out a long sigh.

"...Wow Jazz."

He smiled weakly. "Yes...wow."

Suddenly, she jumped up, laughing. "Haha! Now I know where you got all those fancy fighting moves from!"

"Fancy fighting moves?!"

"Yes! With the werewolves, remember? You thrashed them to pieces, it was so awesome!" She giggled hysterically, dancing around and kicking out at mid-air, mimiking his moves. "KER-POW!"

Jasper raised his eyebrows, smiling in amusement. She was the funniest little Vampire he had ever met. He laughed loudly as she swung around with her foot, kicking out at a nearby tree.

"Alice..."

Suddenly, Alice froze, mid-kick. Jasper stopped too, watching her cautiously. Her eyes were closed tight again, her face screwed up in concentration. No one moved as the vision flickered through her mind.

When she relaxed, her expression was very different.

Jasper didn't relax. He continued to watch her unsurely as she looked at him. "Alice?"

Without a smile, she met his gaze. "Jasper, who is Maria?" Her voice was calm, emotionless.

There was an awkward pause.

Oh God, Oh God...how does she know about Maria?! Jasper gulped. He had told her his complete story...but he had left out Maria. The beautiful blonde Vampire who had changed him...who had given him his position and made him fight in all the ways he did. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to mention her when he told his story...the memories it conjured up were a little too confused. He had been pretending that those things had never happened.

But of course, they had. Maria was still real. And Jasper was now stood, awkwardly trying to think of words to answer Alice.

"Um...she's...um, why?" was all he could come up with.

Carefully keeping up a blank expression, Alice shrugged lightly. "Oh...it's just, she seems to remember you."

Jasper could tell he was in trouble. But, he didn't understand.

"She...huh?" Confused was an understatement.

Alice looked away. "She remembers you."

"Alice, what are you talking about?" he replied, calmly as he could. Clearly, calm wasn't going to work, his voice was going all squeaky and he could feel the panic rise inside of him, along with feelings of betrayal washing from Alice, mixed with tinges of her own curiousity and confusion. Her eyes and expression, however, remained emotionless.

"She's behind you Jasper," she muttered, in a hard voice, "and she wants to talk."

Jasper didn't want to turn around.

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Sorry if the cliffhanger isn't too great. But, Maria needed to come in somewhere ;)
So...is Alice mad at Jasper? He didn't tell her about Maria...bad Jazz!
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Chapter 10 will be up as soon as I can write it, I promise.