|Now Or Never
Author: MattWritesStuff PM
Jasper's POV. My version of Jasper and Alice meeting, their journey together, finding the Cullen's and the Twilight saga. With a twist. INDEFINITE HIATUS. Will however be continued.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Drama - Alice & Jasper - Chapters: 5 - Words: 3,496 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 09-07-08 - Published: 08-20-08 - id: 4487174
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My version of how Jasper and Alice met and joined the Cullens, from Jasper's POV.
I have five chapters of this done already and I'll upload them maybe one a day. Reviews are love. I'm determined to finish this fic. Thanks guys, I love you!
Chapter One - You Would Have Thought They'd Run Screaming
I caught a glance of my reflection in the glass windows that looked into the small, greasy diner - Lim's was the name according to the sign- and gave a start. I knew I couldn't look too great, I hadn't showered in days - and my regular hunts didn't keep me clean either, however a regular person was most likely to be arrested for going around looking like me, it was next to indecensy. The collar of my ripped, once white now grey, shirt was blood stained, my shaggy hair more messy than usual, sticking up, and I could suddenly feel the dirt in it; I shuddered. My face was drawn, grey in colour as opposed to the pale white, with smudges of mud above my eyebrows and on my cheeks. More dried blood hung to the corners of my crimson lips. I honestly looked like something from a horror movie, but I suppose my life would be something you'd find in one. I gave myself a smirk before entering, for no reason other than to use the bathrooms, the diner.
The floor was inches thick in dust, but my bare feet were already so dirty it didn't really matter. I subconciously had chosen the perfect place to wash up, I'd love to see them telling me off about bad hygene. Take that health department.
I was suddenly greeted by an overwhelming smell of burnt coffee grinds, grease and human blood; never a good combination. The former two made me feel physically sick, my senses detested these things. The latter made me feel parched, made my chest ache, almost made me spiral out of control, and images flashed in my mind - my teeth sinking into soft human skin, the pained expressions on an innocents face, the liquid flowing into my mouth, my thirst satisfied - but I mustn't. I must stay inconspicuous. And yet the excess flow of venom in my mouth wasn't helping these cravings an awful lot.
I couldn't help but study their faces, but this wasn't a great comfort to me; most people here were old, coming to the end of their lives. Would it really make a difference...? No Jasper. Stop it. You only just drank, was what I had to keep telling myself, although the nagging feeling of You just killed a young innocent when you could have had these people who looked like they were about to drop dead anyway wasn't going away. I just wanted to retort But young blood tastes better out loud, but refrained from doing so.
Something that bothered me, was nobody was staring. Normally when I went into public places, people were taken aback by my appearance - either the vampiristic beauty or the fact that I wasn't looking after said vampirism. Usually this feeling made me uncomfortable, but not being different made me feel so also. Maybe I blended in with the diner - dirty, in need of repair.
My crimson blood-shot eyes fell upon a waitress, with lank black hair plastered against her face with sweat, a cup of coffee in her hand. She placed it on the pine stained table in the very corner of the diner; the place was shielding by a huge, dead bush so I did not see the table at first. But at that table sat the one person who did eye me with curiosity. Her emotions were high; I could feel joy, nerves, ecstasy and yet fear, but a sudden spurt of love. I raised by eyebrows, why was she looking at me? Did she mistake me for her boyfriend?
But as I looked at her face, and she looked even closer at me she did not advert her gaze. A smile grew upon her lips. And only then did it dawn on me.
This girl was beautiful. Her spiky black hair was cropped short, her eyes golden with deep purple shadows underneath. Her skin was as pale as his - when it wasn't covered in dirt- and her features were pixie-like. She stood up, but she looked no taller as she did when she was sitting down, I hazard a guess at her height being somewhere around 4'10. She moved towards me with heartbreaking grace, every step like dance.
She had to look up to meet my eyes, she was that short. She spoke words, she had waited. A million questions flashed through my mind, but instead of asking them, I playfully apologized. Upon this, she laughed a laugh that sounded like song, and took my hand in hers. The touch sent electric sparks flying through my body, it surprised me.
"Alice." she murmured. I had to smile.
"Jasper." my reply was barely audiable, but I knew she would hear, because such inhuman beauty, those golden eyes and the pale skin, those could only belong to one of my kind.