Everyday Moments Of Perfection

A/N: Yo, guys. Glad you all liked the family moment—I'm planning a few more for future chapters, as well as another AH one. Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter; you guys are gems.

Anyway, I've done one about Alice killing a human, so this one is after Jasper does the same.

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Jasper stared at his eyes in the mirror. He watched, pained, as the gold faded away, turning to bright crimson, as though he were crying blood.

And at that moment, Jasper's heart was rent in two.

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Alice didn't bother knocking on the hotel door. She knew that Jasper was inside, she could sense him as surely as she could hear a bear trundling through the forest when she was hunting.

Alice opened the door, and stopped sharply at the sight that befell her. Jasper was crouched on the end of the bed, staring at the floor, his face hidden from her view.

"Jasper?" Alice whispered. She didn't know why she was whispering. "What's wrong?"

Jasper didn't look up.

And suddenly Alice realised that she knew exactly what was wrong.

She walked over to him, saddened when she realised her body was instinctively not making any sudden movements, her vampiric intuition telling her that he was dangerous.

If Alice could have cried, she would have.

She was also angry. How dare her body be scared of Jasper. It was Jasper, not some kind of dangerous, horrific, twisted monster.

Jasper felt awful when he read Alice's emotions, a barrage of anxiety, and realised she was scared of him. He had never hated himself more than in that moment.

Alice's anxiety reached dangerous levels. She had no idea what to do, how to help him. Alice believed that she was useless in emotionally-charged situations. Jasper was the empath, the master of all feeling. How was she supposed to even begin to help him in that department? You wanted to know if the morning train was going to be delayed? Alice was your girl.

But this—Alice had no knowledge of. She didn't know how to help. She felt utterly useless.

Alice reached out, taking the hand that Jasper was holding against his head in her own. She just held it, and after a few seconds, she felt him grasping her hand, as though he were being pulled away and her hand was the only thing to keep him hanging on. She leant forward, and Jasper looked up. Alice couldn't help being slightly startled with his crimson eyes so close to hers, glowing like two rubies, but she did not recoil. Jasper had looked like this when she had first met him.

Jasper's face was wrought with turmoil, and looking into his innocent pixie's face—he felt even more disgusting than he had before she entered.

"Alice…" Jasper whispered. "I did something bad."

Alice nearly cried out in pain at the utter hopelessness and child-like worry in his eyes. She climbed onto the bed, pulling him close to her, resting his head on her shoulder. Jasper clung to her, putting his arms up under hers, enclosing her whole frame in his arms and just holding her as he sobbed into her shoulder.

Alice stroked his back while her heart broke.

She listened as Jasper told her what had happened, how one second he was in perfect control, and how in the next moment, he was watching the monster inside kill and drink—and rejoice.

And as he spoke;

Jasper felt Alice's heart break.

Alice just held him as he poured out all of his sorrow, all of his regret. He couldn't go back… couldn't change the past… what he had done. How he wished that he could. That he could go back and recapture the bloodthirsty monster within him before it caused all that damage. The total carnage…

It made Jasper sick to think about it now. The blood running through his hands, the unstoppable flow of crimson, until suddenly she had screamed—and the darkness had claimed her.

Alice's touch soothed him, as he felt dirty and sinful, his soul—if he had one—stained a dark scarlet. He had lost control. That pained Jasper just as much as knowing he had taken yet another human life. He swore to himself he would never do it again. Never again.

Alice would help him. She had always helped him—Jasper knew he could not succeed without her. But she would be there. She always was.

Jasper gave a small hopeful smile, his face buried in Alice's cool neck.

She would be his saviour… his control.

He would do it for her, for their love. For humankind.

Alice's eyes glimmered with hope, as Jasper's broken heart began to mend.

Well, hope you liked it. Please review. :)

Raven. x