A.N: This Chapter is dedicated to Emmelie Cullen and all my other loyal reviewers. You guys rock! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own this wonderful couple or the amazing Twilight franchise. I only own super sweet Liana, perfectly kind Jade, and sickeningly cruel Kat. (Sorry Kat, but you are just a horrible person) Now onto the story before Kat comes to kill me.
(Jasper's P.O.V)
I watched as Alice stirred in her sleep. I could hear the voices of the whitecoats outside.
"No way could the Jasper Whitlock Alice was talking about is the one in the file." The red head said.
"No way Liana." The brown haired one agreed. "My Great-Great-Great Grandfather, Aro killed him one-hundred fourteen years ago."
I narrowed my eyes, so Aro's descends still walked the Earth.
"But Kat," The black haired girl said. " You saw the file. He was described exactly how Alice said. As if she actually met him"
"Jade..." Kat trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.
I was amused by how terrified they were. Then again, they should be.
Alice muttered my name in her sleep. Kat looked at her through the bars of the cell.
"Freak..." She mumbled. Liana's eyes instantly fired up.
"Kat! I swear to god if you call her that again, I will throw you in a cell! If I don't send you to hell first!"
Kat seemed shocked at her friend's outburst. Even I was shocked.
Kat's eyes narrowed. "Well she is!" She spat. Liana lunged for her. Jade instantly stepped in the middle.
"Enough! From now on I'm Switzerland." (A.N: Eclipse reference)
Liana glared at Kat before stalking away. The other two followed.
When they were gone, I crouched beside Alice. "Alice. Wake up."
Her perfect pale lime green eyes flickered open. "Jasper?"
I smiled. "Morning beautiful."
"Jasper, how come they couldn't see you?"
I sighed. "Because, I haven't officially been here since 1802."
Her eyes widened. "What-What do you mean?"
"I was born in 1785. I was 16 when this Asylum was built."
"But-But that was one-hundred thirteen years ago!" Alice gasped.
I nodded. "I was the one of the first to be submitted, they thought I was a witch. I was beaten every day . I was killed in 1802, only a year after. My killer was Aro Hawthorn, Kat's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather. I was stabbed in the throat with a silver knife."
Alice looked at me, wide-eyed. "So you're a ghost?"
I nodded. "Are you afraid?"
Alice shook her head. "No." Then her eyes went dark with fear. "Jasper, Kat threatens to kill me. She says, and I quote: 'You little demon. If these visions don't stop, I'll kill you with the same knife Aro Hawthorn killed hundreds of witches with."
My mouth dropped. My hands started to shake. "She calls you a demon...ha...She's wrong. She's the demon. No, scratch that. She's the devil in person! She's been sent straight from Hell!"
Alice looked at me. "Jasper, calm down."
It took a lot of effort, but I managed to calm down. I looked at her. "Alice, too many people have died from the knife of Aro. I won't let you be added to the list. I'll protect you."
She looked at me and smiled. "Thank you."
I smirked. "Now why don't you tell me why you tell me why you said you love me in your sleep."
She blushed.