A/N A new one I'm working on where Alice and Jasper are human. About how they'd have met and fallen in love no matter when and where they lived or what they were. Reviews feed my imagination so please let me know what you think!

"Dancing Through Life"

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Not mine, Stephenie's blah, blah, blah!

Jasper sat in the plush chair with his knees crossed, staring at the heavy, red curtain on the stage in front of them. The ballet wasn't exactly the first place he wanted to be seen, but he didn't want to disappoint her again. He had an uncanny ability to sense how someone felt, so he found it difficult to hurt anyone's feelings, even if, well, even if that someone was Maria.

They had been dating for quite some time and he knew how she felt about him. The only trouble was that he couldn't reciprocate those feelings anymore. They were too different, he and Maria. She had vindictive tendencies and that bothered him. He had plenty of reasons to leave her but none that she would easily accept, so, here he sat, at the ballet. Her uncle had given her third row tickets for her birthday; dance was one of the few things that she actually liked in life.

The curtains drew back and distracted Jasper from his musings. The first dance began; the stage was set up with trees and twinkling lights, like fireflies in a forest. Children began to creep out from behind the trees, darting from one to another; they played hide and seek while they danced. He glanced at Maria, she seemed to be enjoying the show so far.

Once the children all found each other, they began motioning off stage for another to join them and, finally, a pixie-like being floated across the stage to meet them. She was a grown woman but barely larger than the children. Her dark hair was cut short and stuck out at all angles from her head. It floated up as she spun and leaped gracefully across the stage. Jasper was mesmerized. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.


The hot lights on the stage were shining down on Alice as she entered the stage. She was the prima ballerina of the act and she could feel all eyes on her. They were burning as much as the lights, but in a good kind of way. She thrived on being the center of attention, though she knew when to control herself.

Between the twirling and leaping, a handsome face in the audience caught her eye. It was rare that Alice saw anything from the stage, given the bright lights, but he could not be missed. If she had ever been within a fifty mile radius of this man, she would have noticed him.

Throughout the rest of the performance, she watched him. He became her "spot" when she spun rather than the "exit" light on the back wall that she typically used. The whole time, he was watching her intently.


Jasper finally did it. He had finally told Maria that she couldn't do it anymore, that he couldn't be with her. As he lay in bed alone that night, he thought of what he'd done.

After the ballet was over, Maria and I left the theater. She wanted to get coffee so I took her to the Starbucks around the corner. I ordered her a café latte without asking what she wanted and she smiled when I handed it to her. I didn't order anything for myself and I was very quiet on the drive back to her apartment.

"Wanna come in," she asked me. I knew what she wanted. It was what she always wanted.

"I, well, Maria… No, I can't come in," I felt awful for what I was about to do. "Maria, I don't think I can come in again. Ever."

Her mouth had fallen open; she was speechless, which was rare. I could tell that her emotions were beginning to boil inside of her as I continued to talk.

"I'm sorry. I just can't stay with you. I didn't know why until tonight but I just don't feel the same way I used to. I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore." There. I'd said it. Every horrible word of it.

A small growl came from her throat and she threw her latte at me. It was hot still and would probably ruin my jacket. I didn't react, though I felt very sad. I didn't say anything else but simply turned and walked back to my car. I heard her slam the door, but I didn't look back.

'It's for the best,' he thought to himself after playing the scene over and over in his mind. He knew why he wasn't happy with her anymore; besides the fact that she was far too volatile for him, he was in love with someone else. He just hadn't known it until he'd seen her. It was crazy, even to him, but he was in love with the dancing girl with inky hair.