Accident Prone

Written By:CateT
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Accident Prone

I woke up feeling ominous – the merciless sun was shining brightly through my blinds and Edward had already left for his ‘camping trip’.

“Urgh!” this was not fair – mornings were bad enough as it is for merely existing, but mornings without Edward? What was the point of even getting up – it’d just be a stupid Edward-less day. God must hate me – why else would He make it sunny in the middle of winter in Forks of all places unless He intentionally wanted to take my Angel away and expose me to a day of Purgatory. I thought back to our (mine and Edward’s) conversation last night. Darn my pigheadedness.

“It’s only one day, Edward. Even with my...disability... nothing too deadly could happen while I’m at school.” His beautiful face showed concern- concern that I secretly shared. I continued, hoping that he couldn’t hear the uncertainty in my voice. “Besides, Alice would have said if she’d seen something the moment you knew that it would be sunny. ‘Built in radar’, right?” I tapped his head, joking about something he’d said to me the first time I’d experienced the horror-show that he called driving.

“Hmm.” He didn’t sound too convinced. “That may be true for anyone else, love, but with you I’ve come to expect the worst. Your ability to attract danger never ceases to worry me.” I silently agreed with him – even a flat surface could cause me unspeakable damage due to my treacherous feet. Not that I was going to let him know that.

“You’re just over-thinking it, Edward. I’ll be fine.” I smiled encouragingly.

“I hope you’re right.” His face lit up in response to my smile – my favourite lopsided grin adorning his face. Before he could react I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. After his initial shock, I felt his arms creep around me and hold me to him, our lips moving in synch, until I got a bit...carried away...and he gently separated our bodies. I pouted as he tucked me in (what am I, five years old?) but he just laughed and placed a tender kiss on my forehead, his cold lips brushing gently against my skin. “Goodnight, love.”

The sun was now shining onto my bed, making it too warm for any continued habitation. Groaning, I rolled out of bed and pulled on a shirt and jeans and dragged a brush through my hair. At least Alice wouldn’t be there to comment on my appearance – although if that meant no Edward than I couldn’t really see it as a silver lining.

Glancing at the clock I noticed that I was running a few minutes late. If I wanted to get to school before the bell I’d have to leave pretty now-ish. Oops. I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen table and rushed out to my truck before driving off as fast as I dared (still keeping below the speed limit might I point out)and headed towards Forks high.

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The morning passed pretty uneventfully – I only had a few minor collisions and trips in the corridors in between lessons (much to Edward’s Fangirls’ amusement) and escaped from my encounters with the floor pretty much unscathed. It seemed that Edward’s concerns had been nothing. That was, however, until lunch break.

I was just on my way to the cafeteria, to obtain much needed sustenance, when I bumped into Eric in the corridor (never take the word ‘bump’ from me as ever anything other than literal). I started apologising quickly when I noticed that he had dropped something on the ground – a big, heavy piece of set from the drama club’s room. Way to go, Bella. Eric explained that the drama teacher had asked him to move the set piece to the performance hall, but had been struggling to move it when I’d collided with him. Seriously, how could I miss such a big obstacle? Feeling guilty, I offered to help.

With much struggle, as Eric was actually still taking most of the weight, we finally managed to get the piece to its new home. We were just placing it in the right position so that it would stay put when Eric let go a bit too soon. As the large object leaned towards me I shoved against it with my left knee. The prop went into place, but sadly my knee-cap decided to do the opposite. With a loud crack (and a yelp from me) it slid to the side, causing me to collapse into a heap on the floor. Luckily the impact popped my knee-cap back into place, but that didn’t stop the pain. Owowowowowowow. Eric just stared at me in shock. I looked up at him pleadingly.

“Owowowowowowow?” This seemed to snap him out of his shock (pheh- his shock!) and he ran off to get the school nurse, leaving me sitting on the floor and shaking slightly.

A short while later I looked up to find the school nurse standing over me.

“Bella?” Her voice was full of concern, as was her face – I think Eric may have exaggerated events a little. Once she had observed that there was no blood, she started examining my knee while I explained what had happened – breaking my sentences with yelps of pain as she prodded the tender area. After a while she stood up, shaking her head. “Well, dear, it doesn’t seem like anything’s broken. I think you just dislocated your kneecap that’s all. As it’s not swollen we’ll just give you some pain killers and support it then see how it goes shall we? You should probably keep your weight off it so I’ll call Chief Swan to come and take you home. If it still hurts bad tomorrow or swells up you should probably get an X-ray, ok?” She and Eric then helped me up and acted as human crutches as they led me to the Infirmary where I was sat on a chair and told not to move while the nurse called Charlie and then made me a cup of hot chocolate.

Sadly, my reclined position did not agree with trying to sip from a Styrofoam cup, and boiling hot liquid spilled over my hand. The nurse helped me hobble towards the sink and ran my hand under cold water.

“Oh dear, it’s just not your day is it?” It really wasn’t. First no Edward, then the knee: and now this. Someone really must hate me. To top it off the scald on my hand was burning like heck. Worst. Day. Ever.

Charlie eventually came and picked me up, saying that he’d get one of the other cops to get my truck for me. We drove home in silence (I wasn’t exactly in the best of moods) and before leaving he helped me onto the couch in the living room, where it seemed like I would have to stay for the foreseeable future until someone came and moved me. I watched daytime T.V. for a while, trying to ignore the throbbing pain from both my hand and knee. After an hour I was just about ready to break something when I felt cool fingers envelop my burning hand.

“Alice told me that you’d had an accident.” His eyes were full of worry as he took in my predicament. As I explained what had happened and what the nurse had said, his face grew even more concerned, and he gently wrapped his arms around me in a comforting embrace. We sat there for the remainder of the afternoon, watching some old black-and-white romance, one of his arms wrapped around my waist as I leant against him, and the other cool hand gently stroking my injured knee and relaxing my tensed muscles. Every now and then he would place a kiss on the top on my head and whisper that he loved me in my ear. Suddenly the worst day of my life turned into one of the best.

If being a chronic klutz meant that I got looked after like this, perhaps getting injured wasn’t so bad after all.

My Past, My Future, Only The Present Matters

Written by: One Wish Magic
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(Alice Pov)

The rain fell like glistening silver bullets around me. It splashed into already existent puddles; rippling the water as, in ever expanding circles it rushed away from the disturbance. The cold easterly wind blew, catching hold of my scarf and making the tassels dance in it's wake. The clouds rolled by at an exaggerated pace overhead; the mass of black and Grey churning ominously. There was a storm brewing.

Unlike the last scattering of people who made their way quickly to their vehicles; umbrellas, coats and even in one case, this mornings newspaper held protectively over their heads. I was unaffected by the weather. The coldness did not chill me; indeed I could have be wearing one of my summer dresses instead of the only visually appropriate coat and scarf I wore now, and still the wind would feel like nothing more than silk brushing against my skin. The rain did not wet me; it simply rolled off the granite surface of my skin, and collected like small glistening gems in my hair. The only thing that was affected by it's onslaught was my clothes, and, as slightly peeved as I was, I knew that I could have them dry again in no time if I decided to run. But, the biggest difference of all between me and every other person here, the one thing that separated us so greatly. They were human, I was a vampire, and to my mind I always had been.

I was surrounded, rows upon rows of Grey stone structures jutting up from the ground. Each different from it's neighbor, some big and grand, others decorative; even in one or two places the traditional headstone was replaced by an angle upon a podium. But on the whole, most were simplistic. They were all of a varying degree of age. Some were unkept and ravaged by the passed years, while others bore blossoming flowers and looked to be fairly recent. But for all their differences, each and every one shared a common purpose; to signify, to celebrate, to mark the passing of and to proclaim. Each one marked a persons life, or in some cases, multiple peoples. Their beginnings and their ends. One life, the only life they would ever know.

I felt like I was trespassing upon the grave of another's loved one. Sitting where I had no place. But it was obvious that no-one had visited this grave in a long time, if it had ever been visited at all. It was small and looked to have been quickly and roughly crafted. It's jagged edges were very prominent when compared to the smooth rounded shape of it's neighboring headstone. It was wild and overgrown, the long grass almost engulfing it completely, the reeds wrapped tightly around it's base seemed to be the only thing keeping the stone erect. It held the most basic of inscriptions, the writing shaky and almost scrawl like; 'Mary Alice Brandon 1901-1920'

She might as well have been a stranger to me, a human girl from another's life, as I had no recollection of ever being her. Not even the distorted image that my family had, like trying to see through a clouded haze. Nothing. Just darkness. All consuming, perpetual darkness.

What would it have been like to have been human? To shiver when it was cold, what a curious sensation that would have been. To get wet in the rain, to run and feel tired. To breath out of necessity instead of habit, feeling air rush into my lungs and then back out again when I exhaled, how glorious and refreshing would it feel? Or would it feel glorious and refreshing at all? Would I forget to do it like I sometimes did now, or was it instinct, just like hunting? What would it have felt like to blush out of embarrassment? To feel the beat of a heart inside of me! Pumping blood around my body, allowing me to live, beating faster when I was scared and slower when I was relaxed. The very core behind my existence, a life sustaining organ!

What was it like to eat? To feel hunger instead of thirst. For my stomach to rumble when I needed to eat, just like Bella's did, instead of the burn in the back of my throat as my thirst grew. What was it like to be enticed by food? To find the aroma inviting instead of repulsing. Never once could I recall a morsel of food passing my lips. Of course I would have had to have ate at some point, but I just couldn't envision it. What did food actually taste like? Surly not like it tasted to us. Had I liked and disliked certain things or had I just ate anything that was offered to me?

What was it like to sleep? Was it like the crushing and oppressing darkness that had been my life, or would I dream? There was another question. What was it like to dream? To enter a world where anything was possible, a place projected by the subconscious mind that allowed people to find answers, truth or clarity. Or would my dreams have been nonsense like with no meaning behind them at all?

So much I had missed out on, and so much I would never experience. Bella was all to eager to become one of us, and I was just as eager to have her as my sister. But just for a moment, maybe a moment of madness on my part, I had to agree with Rosalie. She should savor the time she had left, prolong it even, For once it was gone it was irredeemable. I would trade a decade in this life for even just one day of human life. To experience what I could never remember feeling and know what I could never remember knowing.

I traced the lettering with my finger, even now tying to familiarize the name, to link it to myself somehow. But the more I thought about it, the more anything I might have remembered seemed to slip further and further from my grasp. But there was nothing to remember, not even the pain of my transformation.

My thoughts turned to Rosalie, what she wouldn't give to be human. To have married another human, had children and then grown old together. All she had ever wanted, and all that had ever been denied to her. Of course she had Emmett, and could not deny how happy he made her, but there was always going to be something, right at the back of her mind nagging away. Both of them understood and both of them excepted. He would have been the sort of man that she would have fallen in love with in any lifetime. Their love was the real thing, they were just not able to expand that love greater than the two of them.

My thoughts then turned to Esme, how she had tried to take her own life because the life of her tiny baby had been taken from her. She had us now, an adoptive family to whom she could play mother. But surly it had to be a poor substitute? Or perhaps a good one, she had in a sense what Rosalie did not, and as a comparison Esme was much happier than Rose.

I had never felt the maternal instinct that my adoptive mother and sister did. Maybe if I had ever held a child in my arms, whether my own or not, I would feel different.

I thought sourly of my real mother I imagined her face withered and hag like as she sat in a rocking chair, surrounded by darkness. I imagined myself as an infant, hidden and lost in the darkness; crying, screaming for any small comfort. Her face never changed as I continued to cry, she ignored me, or rather, to her as to me now, Mary Alice Brandon never existed.

I drew my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around them as I hugged them close to my body. Resting my head upon them, I closed my eyes, the tearless sobs wracking my body at random intervals. A feeling of loneliness washed over me. Just like in my imagined scene, I was alone.

I had no beginning, t least in my mind. I had always been what I am now. How could anything exist without a beginning? Did it make me lesser? In some way inferior?

Darkness, my only human memory. I had evaded James had I not? In much the same fashion as Bella had last summer, the two of us, the only two people to ever escape a tracker. I may not have remembered, but he had. How quint that because of him I was here now.

Was I a curse? Some sort of bad omen? Was that why my mother had shunned me, disowned me. Because of my visions? Of course it had been, that was why she had put me in the asylum, but why? Had my visions hurt people? Was that it, or was it simply because they were different, unnatural? Whatever the reasoning, in my mind it in no way excused my treatment.

What about the vampire that had changed me, my creator, the old one? How and why had he left me wan it was so unheard of? Was I really so much of a burden? Or had a been a curse upon him too? A blight to his existence.

I didn't know and no-one could provide me with the answers I sought. Finding out about my past had not pacified me as I thought it would. There was no euphoric feeling of having belonged somewhere, to finally know of my life before my transformation. No. Nothing of the sorts, the only thing this revelation had brought about was even more questions. Unanswerable ones.

Perhaps it was better that I did not remember my human life. After all my life now was all that I really cared about, nothing tied me to the life of Mary Alice Brandon.

I suppose none of it mattered really, I had existed before I knew all of this, perfectly happily in fact, albeit with gaping holes in my memory. My first real memory was the one I counted as the beginning of my life, seeing Jasper's face and knowing that I had to find him.

This life was my second chance, to have what I had never had before. Here I had a mother and a father, or as close to as I had ever known, a wonderful husband and brothers and sisters for whom I cared for deeply. They were my real family and this was my real life, nothing else mattered, or it shouldn't anyway. But still, I would always wonder, what would it have been like?

For a while I remained sitting, thinking and waiting. Waiting for what I didn't rightly know, a sign perhaps, all I knew was that I would be sure when it arrived.

I jumped a little when the vision burst behind the eyelids of my still closed eyes;
Jasper speeding down a long road, his face set determinedly, weaving in and out of traffic to gain more distance quicker. He was in a hurry. Annoyed drivers honked their horns as he sped past, but he paid them not heed. His lips parted and he spoke two words; “I'm coming.”

My vision ended and I was forced back into reality, but now a brighter reality than before. My Jasper was coming for me!

It had begun to grow dark now, the rain still continued in much the same fashion as it had done all day. But now it was joined by dull, distant rolls of thunder to the west.

I sat as still as a statue waiting for him, just as I had done many years ago in that half empty diner in Philadelphia.

It was no surprise when a voice called my name. My real name.
“Alice?!” What was a surprise however, was the urgency within the tone.

He rushed forward at break neck speed and swept me up into his strong muscular arms. Holding me so close that for a second I forgot that we were two people instead of one.

“Sweetheart I -” He began but I cut him off with my wail.

“Oh Jazz!” I buried my head deep into his marble chest as relief washed over me.

“Alice, ” he whispered my name, pressing his smooth lips to the top of my head and kissing me. I felt his arms rock me gently as hundreds of emotions washed over me at once, and I knew that he was experiencing them with me. The sobs that had racked my petite frame before now returned.

He did not stop the onslaught, for which I was thankful for, he let it come. Here in his arms I was safer, stronger and more able to think this through than I had been all day. Every now and again he spoke words of encouragement and comfort to me, but for the most part he remained silent, holding me and listening.

When I had finished unleashing my emotional tsunami upon him, he placed his hand against my cheek, gently caressing it while he sent his own smoothing waves back to me.

Once or twice as he soothed me, I caught him reproachfully looking at my headstone.

“The absence of memories from a human life does in no way change you Alice. But if you wish we shall search for some more answers, more conclusive ones. If you feel you must know exactly why, then we shall find out.”

I didn't answer, I couldn't for he had completely and utterly stolen my breath. Another rush of emotions assaulted me.

“Oh Jasper, I don't deserve you,” I cried. Burying my head into the crevice of his neck, inhaling deeply the scent that was like heaven to me.

“As I don't deserve you.” I was about to protest, but then he continued;

“And yet by the most golden of luck in the world, we seem to be bound to each other. Uncanny.”

“Remarkable,” I agreed.

He smiled down at me, clearly relieved to see that I had been soothed. I knew I had been right before in thinking that nothing other than what I had now mattered. Jasper was my proof, the sign that I needed.

“I love you Alice Cullen.”

“As I love you Jasper Hale.”

I took his hand; while the other still cradled me, and without thinking; I lent in and touched my lips to his, for the first time today, I felt hope. His lips responded to mine, moving in sync. I dislodged the gem like droplets that had gathered in is honey blond hair with my hand, and his fingers wound round mine, lacing out intertwined hands even tighter together.

It was a kiss that spoke a thousand words at once. Jasper was my life, just as I were his. The two of us, misfits, the odd exceptions. We belonged to each other. Two pieces of the same puzzle, molded, shaped always with the other in mind. All of this now was meant to be. Nothing before or even after mattered.

I pulled away first, he did not protest and willing let me.

“I don't need any more answers, I have all those I need, right here,” I traced the line of his cheekbone with my finger.

I bit my lip preparing myself to ask the question I was dreading.

“Does it matter? Does it matter that I know now?” His brow creased a little at my questions and then smoothed out.

“Not to us. Not to me and you, especially not to me, and not to our family. You are the same Alice I fell in love with, only now you are not quite as in the dark about your past as you were. The only person it matters to is you, sweetheart.”

I smiled sadly.

“Perhaps it would have been better if I had never found out.”

Jasper gave a small laugh, his chest rumbling underneath my head.

“You would have found out eventually, my love. You are far to inquisitive sometimes.” I had to laugh with him.

“No, I think this was something you had to find out,” Jasper mused aloud, “Something you were meant to know, so you could deal with. You say perhaps it would have been better if you had never found out. Maybe so, but you cannot deny to me that you would not have grown restless over the years. Have grown restless. Searching for something, anything that might help you to understand.”

“No I cannot deny it,” I admitted. “It just wasn't what I was expecting.”

I was hoping that that darkness would have been replaced by perhaps a memory, so I could build a picture in my head to chase it away. But that wasn't the case. The darkness was my memory, for that was all I had known.

“I know.” His smooth lips kissed my cheek. “But none of our human lives turned out exactly as we planned, but now we have this one, our second chance; which is more than what a lot of people have. And since I get to spend it with you, I intend to male the most of it.”

“As do I.” He held me closer for a second.

“If you will permit me, there is something I feel I must do.” He whispered gently, lowering me to the ground and setting me down upon my feet. He was not really waiting for the answer he knew I would give him, but at the same time he was allowing me to give it.

I was consumed by wonder immediately. He had not made a certain decision so I could not see what he was planning. The image of him running through a forest did not give me much inclination to his motives.

“I permit you.”

With a swift kiss, he left my side. I stood alone, for maybe the space of a single heartbeat before he returned to me.

He took my hand in his and led me forward, a single red rose clasped lightly in his other. We moved at human speed.

The rain still fell around us both, and the thunder in the west was closer now. Dusk drew in.

He led me to my rather derelict stone, dropping my hand he stooped to place the rose before it. Only once glancing up at the writing.

“Hardly a fitting tribute,” I heard him mumble.

His fingers were busy then, quickly easing a pattern into the stone just above it's original writing. I watched as his smooth calligrapher writing was carved into the stone as easy as if he had taken pen to paper.

Now as he stepped back I could admire his words. His writing stark in contrast to the untidy scrawl beneath it. My headstone now read; 'In Loving Memory of Mary Alice Brandon 1901-1920.'

“Oh Jasper!” I launched myself at him, my arms encircling his muscular chest, and his wrapped around my waist.

“I love you in this life, I see no reason why I would not have loved you in that one.”

I didn't know what to say, I was so overwhelmed. But since my man knew my emotions as well as he did. He took his unspoken thank you and gratitude from my complete lack of words.

“Come now, you have lingered here long enough. Let us go home to our family. Esme will surly be worried sick by now.” Jasper shook his head slightly smiling.

“We had better hurry then.” I would not see it done to have Esme's worry prolonged.

He took my hand in his, and together, we departed. I stole one last look back, preparing to leave whatever my life had been before where it belonged.

This was my life now. With him. With my family.

You Know, To Me You Are Perfect

Written By:NeverCriticizeRomeo
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Your beautiful eyes stare right into mine
and sometimes I think of you late at night
I don't know why
I wanna be somewhere where you are
I wanna be where...

I rushed out of the plane, eager to meet my wonderful boyfriend. I hadn’t seen Jasper in so long. When I went away to go help my best friend Bella with her wedding, I missed Jasper the whole time. I did my best to not complain, but I missed him so much.

I loved remembering the twenty-four years we had spent together. Living next door to him, was the best thing that ever happened to me. We were friends for a long time, and knowing that he loved me, made me want to see him more.

I looked around for the face I was excited to see. After the long months away from my friends and family I was unbelievably torn from not even getting a glimpse of him every hour or even a day.

your here, your eyes are looking into mine
so baby, make me fly
my heart has never felt this way before
I’m looking through your
I’m looking through your eyes..

I scanned the crowd and spotted the man I constantly thought about. When our eyes met we were ten feet away from each other. Although I wanted to run and embrace Jasper, I stared into his beautiful eyes, just like ocean blue. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, and I noticed it had grown a bit or maybe it was me imagining. His lips turned into a grin, and he pulled out a poster from behind him. I looked at him confused, but I focused my eyes to read the words. Alice promise me, you’ll always love me

I wake up, I’m alive
in only a little while, I’ll cry
cause your my lullaby
so baby, come hold me tight
cause I, I wanna be everything you need
I wanna be where...

I smiled at the words I saw. The big simple letters were written in my favorite color. I giggled girlishly, and nodded my head. He smiled to show me he understood and let the poster slip from his fingers, as it fell to the floor. I took a step forward, and another poster replaced the first one first one. To me, you are perfect

your here, your eyes are look-in into mine
so baby, make me fly
my heart has never felt this way before
I’m looking through your
I’m looking through your eyes..

I smiled viciously at him, and I saw him take a step toward me. I felt my suspicion grow like wild fire. I took a few steps more toward him, and nodded my head, encouraging him to go on. If it was even possible his smile got bigger. His perfect white teeth glowed, as he let the poster fall to leaving one more. You should know that I would like to ask you one question

Just as long as your mine
I’ll be your everything tonight
let me love you, kiss you
baby, let me miss you
let me see your...
dream about, dream about your eyes
eyes, eyes, beautiful eyes...

I took dainty, slow steps closer as he dropped his final posters. His long legs walked toward me, and he closed the gap between us. He smiled, as the final step between us, was used to kneel down. In front of me I felt the tears in my eyes threatening to spill, as I prepared my answer, for the question that was unasked.

“Alice I love you so very much, with all of my heart. Will you marry me?” I smiled and I pressed my lips to his. They were soft and warm and the kiss was gentle, and short. When we pulled apart, I had my arms wrapped around him. “So may I guess that it’s a yes?” I nodded my head for what felt like the millionth time today. He wrapped his arms around my waist and though I really would have like to have started planning the wedding, I stayed in his arms and enjoyed the moments we spent together.

Emotions

Written by:13.shimer.13
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Alice. She danced into the room with grace, with poise, with charm and a wide smile. A smile for me, Jasper, one so undeserving of her happy gaze. And my Alice, my hope, is so much different from everybody I know, so much better. More beautiful than cynical Rosalie, much more graceful than clumsy Bella, more outstanding than motherly Esme.

Happy.

Nobody can compare to my pixie girl, my hope and happiness. Nobody can even attempt to compare to her at all.

Most vampires, when they find out about my Alice’s talents want her to tell them everything, want to abuse her powers, enslave her to their will, and don’t even bother trying to get to know her. Luckily for the kind Cullens they weren’t like most vampires and accepted Alice for who she is, enjoyed her quirkiness and love of shopping. Of course, had they so much as suggested abusing her powers, had their emotions even slipped to greed and want, I would have corrected them on how to treat my Alice, my happiness. I like to think I would have installed some fear- I have enough scars to make even the biggest of vampires scared and if that doesn’t do the trick, I can always douse them with a good serving of hysterical fear- but who knows? They did outnumber us.

But that was the past and the Cullens are my family, from compassionate Carlisle to blushing Bella (and in between that endearing Esme, enormous Emmett, roaring Rosalie, and emo Edward). Oh yeah- there’s also my angelic Alice and I; jealous Jasper. I’m jealous if you’re happy, I’m jealous if you laugh. I’m jealous at a simple smile. Because I begrudge your freedom of expression. Unless you’re Alice, of course.

I love Alice.

And she loves me too! I feel it in all that she does and in all the words she speaks. I see it in her tawny eyes; it’s always there in her perfect smile. Her voice radiates love- towards me! I feel as though it follows me and it’s always in my mind- the next time I can be with my Alice, my hope.

She is pure beauty.

I’ve read some of the books; I’ve seen most of the movies and I know that our love- flying high and true, a flag- beats it all. I don’t care how the characters will meet; they may bump into each other, I won’t care.

Alice and I are fate.

Our very meeting was destiny. It’s surprisingly comforting to know that there’s someone somewhere watching me and helping me along the way. If I ever meet them I must thank them for Alice and my family.

I must also tell them off for Maria- crazed woman wrecked my life! (And in turn bought me nearer to Alice . . . but I’m definitely not above a little hypocrisy to get my point across. Besides, I like to lie to myself, it presents a refreshing challenge.)But I digress.

The thing is, Alice is my existence. Without her it’d be wild and unbearable. Three quarters of me would be missing; the last quarter left confused, broken and shell shocked. I understand this sort of thing (emotions are my forte) and so although it’s nice to think this is an exaggeration, I know the truth: this is an understatement, far off of the amount of pain and terror I’d feel without my Alice, my hope and happiness.

Being with Alice I’m so much happier than I was even as a human- it felt like there was always something missing. And I think I know that, subconsciously, I was waiting for Alice. And she was waiting for me, Jasper, in that stupid asylum. And I was unaware, couldn’t be with her, and couldn’t do anything to help her. And then we met in that bar and I felt hope for the first time.

Don't Go

Written By: Drifting.Through.Black
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“You’re beautiful, Alice, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise…not even me.” He adds the last bit as an afterthought, a clarification, just to make sure she completely understands what he’s saying. And she does, more than he knows. He’s telling her that she can make it, even without him and that when he leaves her, she’ll be okay. Except she won’t, and it’s just another example of how little he knows her, that he thinks she’ll be fine. He should know that she can’t live without him. He should know that he is her everything. He should know that she loves him more than life itself and if he’s not there, well then…was it really life?

Still, she pushes those thoughts away from her mind and lets herself reveal in the warmth of his body, so close next to hers and the touch of his fingers, so light and soft against her silken skin. She lets herself pretend it’s love that’s emanating off him, not remorse.

She knows she shouldn’t be doing this, that it is wrong and it will just increase the hurt she will feel when he leaves. But she can’t help herself. It just feels so wonderful, so right, that she can’t make herself pull away from his loving touch. She knows that if slowly, she starts to distance himself from him, just like he is doing from her, then the pain of their separation will be so much less. Yet the lure of his crooked smile and the feeling of his skin against hers keeps her there, and she’s trying to hold him down too.

He opens his mouth as if to speak but he closes it before the words are released, again. He’s done this more than twice before in the past hour and he does it often. She knows there’s something he wants to tell her, something special and maybe something hurtful or it may be something beautiful. She doesn’t know but boy does she want to. She’s hesitant though, stopping herself before asking him what it is. What if he was planning to tell her he’s leaving then? She doesn’t want to push him; she wants to keep him for as long as possible before the inevitable happens.

Still, what is he wants to tell her he loves her? What if that’s what he wants to tell her but he leaves before he does? As much as she wants to distance herself from him, she also wishes desperately he returns at least some semblance of the affection she holds for him. Because if he doesn’t, what really was the point of her futile life? All she’d ever lived for was him; all she ever still lives for is him. He’s been her everything since as long as she can remember and she can’t even imagine a life where he’s her nothing and she’s just some hitch in his long winding road. But that’s what it will be, once he’s gone she won’t mean a thing to him, he’ll forget her, yet she will never forget him. Never.

Whatever he wants to say to her, she wishes he just will. It’s killing her not knowing. She lies awake at night while he sleeps soundly and she watches his back as he chest rises and falls peacefully and she wonders what it is. If anything, it keeps her tied to him more. Maybe if she keeps showing she cares so much about him, he’ll tell her because if she turns away, he’ll think she doesn’t need to know. But she does, oh how she does. She would only ever turn her back to him to make some of the pain easier, nothing else would make her.

He doesn’t understand how much she loves him, he never has. He thinks everything is temporary, that nothing lasts, whereas she’s known it’d be forever since the day they met. Except now forever is coming crashing down around her because he can’t handle it. Forever is not a thing that processes well in his mind. And now she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place because she wants to stick to him, she wants to hold him and never let him go. She wants that when he leaves, she’ll follow him and she wants him to let her. But she knows she can’t, she knows it’s impossible.

So then she has to let go of him. She has to sit there and watch him walk away from her, never once looking back to see how she’s fairing. But she can’t shake the feeling that she’s doing the wrong thing by letting him leave. That in doing that she’s ruining both their lives, not just her own. And now she’s so confused because she has no idea which way to turn or what the hell to do.

She’s scared – no, she’s terrified – of what’s going to happen to her after he’s gone. He has been her reason for living, the air she breaths for so long that she doesn’t know how she’ll survive when it’s snatched away. He’s like a drug and she’s the addict. Druggies can go crazy when they stop, they can kill themselves, they can do anything. Is that what will happen to her? Will she go insane, even more so than she already is? Or will she kill herself, or worse, someone else? And even in the midst of all this pain, she knows that she can’t kill herself, because it would hurt him too much.

He’ll take her heart with him when he walks out that door, whether he wants it or not, it will always be his, and all that he will leave for her will be the broken shell of the woman she used to be. She will no longer be Alice after he’s gone, she will be an it, she will barely even be a living thing anymore. When he goes, he leaves a robot in the place of the girl whose heart he stole when they were only fourteen.

She remembers a time, they had been so young, when he would whisper ‘I love you’ in her ear every chance he got and take her hand and hold her body close to his, running his fingers up and down her arms as he told her how much she meant to him. She knows that he had never whispered in her ear anything about forever, but that’s what she had thought, even though he failed to say it. How naïve she had been. She knows she should have got out while she could, before it was too late. But then again, it had been too late since the first time she laid eyes on him.

She remembers when they used to curl up on the sofa and he would tell her his worries and his fears and everything he was feeling and she would take his head in her lap, running her fingers through his long locks and she would reassure him that everything would be okay, that she would always be there for him no matter what and they could get through everything together. She realizes now that he had never said that back to her.

Now he will never tell her what’s wrong, even though she already knows. He will never confide in her again, and that hurt her. Instead, he kept his feelings locked away, like he used to do, before she came along and fixed him. And she worries that maybe when she’s gone, he will go back to how he used to be and it scares her, because she had worked so hard to fix that broken man, stuck in a boy’s body. If he goes back to that she doesn’t know what she’ll do. It’s scaring her and its making her hold on tighter. Because, even if he doesn’t love her as much as she loves him, she knows he still needs her, even if he can’t see it. He’s letting go of her and in turn, he’s letting go of the part of him that was hers, the part that she had fixed. And she’s almost certain that he needs that part of himself, even if he doesn’t think he does.

He sighs and pushes away from her and suddenly she knows; that he’s going now and it’s too late to do anything about it.

“Don’t,” she says, even though she knows it futile. “Don’t go.” And in that moment, as he stares so intently at her it seems almost as if he can see into her very soul, he knows that she knows he’s leaving her. But he can also see that the hope he could almost always see burning hotly in her mocha eyes is gone. He knows that she knows there is no hope to get him to stay. That he’s leaving her no matter what. And he knows this is their last goodbye.

He stops and leans towards her again, because if she knows then he can do this one thing without hurting her more, or so he thinks. Slowly, almost painfully slowly, his lips swoop down to meet hers. Their last kiss starts out soft, quiet, full of remorse and pain and sorrow. Her tears fall steadily and mix with their lips. He won’t cry, because he’s not going to give into the emotion, but she can almost feel his regret, and she takes faint hope in that. That he doesn’t want to leave, not really, but he feels he has to. He’s stayed too long in one place. He can’t settle down and that’s what she wants. She wants him forever and he can’t give that to her. But still, there’s a part of him that wants forever with her too.

As their kiss lengthens, it becomes harder, rougher, and they’re trying to release all the pent up sadness and loss and pain as well as the anger and fury she had no idea was building up inside her. He shoves her roughly against the back of the couch, wanting to cause her something more than just emotional pain. Her spine hits the frame roughly, shooting flashes of hot pain through her body that somehow erases the pain inside for just one short moment. Well, at least she’s found something, a way to keep the turrets of emotional pain away: inflict her body with a different type.

Her arms rake down his back so hard they leave scratch marks. She’s branded him, if only for a little while. He’s tearing at her and her at him. His teeth bite into the tender flesh of her lip and her blood flows softly into their joined mouths. Pleasure mixes with plain and it’s as if their whole relationship is summed up in this one kiss. They’d been happy but they’d always known the end was coming, that it would undoubtedly end in pain. They had been balancing on the tip of a knife, trying desperately to stay balanced, not to fall. But now they’re falling down with only the ground to meet them and nothing to soften the impact. It would hurt at the bottom of the cliff they were falling off, but there was no going back now, it was way too late for that.

She’s holding him to her with all her might but still he can pull her off him and straighten up. Her lips are red and swollen and the bottom one’s torn and bleeding from where he bit it. Her eyes are red and blood-shot and he only notices now the large black circles living under her eyes. She has such a small, angel face that these changes make him see the monster he has become, that he has done this to her. He pushes himself up and off her, revealing more of her body and he can see the rest of the damage he’s inflicted. This was the point of his leaving, if he stayed he would undoubtedly become the monster he loathed but knew was hiding deep in his soul. Someday it would emerge and it would hurt her. But it already had. So now he has to run.

Before he can escape though, her tiny hand wraps itself around his wrist in a vice-like grip and he can’t pry her off him.

“Don’t go,” she says again. Her voice is hard and clear. She’s not asking him to stay, she’s ordering him. But he shakes his head firmly. He made up his mind a long time ago and he vowed he wouldn’t let her sway him.

“I have to,” he tells her, but he knows by the hard resolution in her eyes that she doesn’t believe him.

“Why?”

She thought she had given up hope on him saying. She thought she was going to let him go without a fight. But now she knows that him leaving is the wrong thing to do, that he needs to stay and that it is right. Somehow, she knows. He had kissed her like he needed her, he had kissed her like she had kissed him; like she was the reason he was living and without her he didn’t, couldn’t, live. So she is going to make him stay and she is going to make him live.

“I just do,” he says, because he can’t tell her the truth. She should know the truth. She is bruised and battered because of him, she should know that he is a monster and she should be running from him. Instead she’s trying her hardest to make him stay.

“I’m not buying it,” she says and he knows she’s telling him the truth. Her tears have stopped flowing now and the blood dripping from her lip has dried and she just looks…hard. He has made her hard. He is a monster. But he knows that if he leaves her now, she will follow him. And he can’t have that.

He sighs and prepares himself for the heartache.

“I don’t love you.”

But it doesn’t come.

“Yes you do.”

She’s firm, she’s resolute. She knows he loves her, she’s certain of it now, more certain than she’s ever been about anything else and he knows that he’s not going to be able to tell her no, that she’s too strong and smart to believe his lies and for once he wonders if maybe it would just be better if he stayed. He doesn’t know what to do, how to proceed. His heart is screaming at him to sit back down on that couch, take her into his arms and hold her forever, but still there’s the firm belief in his mind that he’s leaving her for her own good, and almost always his brain wins over his heart.

As if she can see his hesitation, she seizes it.

“What is your heart telling you, Jazz?” The hardness has left her voice and it’s been replaced only by compassion and love and understanding. It’s soft and musical and beautiful. And he hesitates.

“I don’t know,” he tells her truthfully, and the tears he promised himself would not come start to fall from his eyes. He squeezes them shut in defiance but still they fall, slowly and softly, as if even they are reminding him of her. He feels her fingers on his cheek and she’s brushing his tears away with her skin, trying to tell him she’s his without words.

“I love you, Alice,” he says, his eyes still closed, and her breath catches in her throat. After almost a year drought, he’s said it. “But I shouldn’t, I can’t. So I have to leave.”

“I love you too, Jasper and that’s all that matters. Love can conquer all, and it will.” But she’s said the wrong thing and the moment the words leave her lips she wishes she could take them back. He squeezes her hand tightly one last time and stands up, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

“No. I’m sorry, Alice, but love cannot conquer all, not this time.” He drops her hand and she lets it flop lifelessly beside her. How can those few words turn the situation from working out, to falling even further off the metaphorical cliff? And how can they suddenly shrink her strong resolve and hope to nothing. She has lost, that was all she can think, and everything is bad again.

She watches as he walks to the door for the last time, the tears flowing freely and quickly down her face once more and the wound on her lip open again. But this time, he does look back, one last time.

“I’m sorry.” The words are a whisper, a last prayer and then he’s lost to the dark and the door swings shut behind him, a blast of freezing wind swirling through the warm room.

“Don’t go,” she whispers, but it is only to the air.

There Is a Difference, You Know

Written By:Alice W. Hale
You can read the Original Here:
All Credit Goes to the Original Author

Summary/ Setting: Alice decides to write in her journal about her relationship with Jasper in the early days of their love.

Jasper and I had been traveling together for about a year before I really approached him in an intimate way. I’d loved him for so long- I did have to wait almost thirty years for him- that it felt like the right thing to do. We’d had brief moments of light intimacy before but they never went any further than kissing. It was 1949 when we were together for the first time and I will never forget it.

We were in a shabby West Virginia motel, right outside of Charleston. We were much closer to a large city than we usually ventured but Jasper had learned to control his thirst better and I needed new clothes.

It was sunny that day and I was bored so I made a spur of the moment decision to approach him. I quickly crossed the room and sat beside him on the bed. I could tell it took all of him not to stand up and move to the chair- being a Southern gentleman at heart, he still didn’t feel it was appropriate to sit next to a lady on a bed of all unsuitable places.

“Jazz,” I said, taking his hand and kissing a scar on his palm, “I love you.” It wasn’t the first time I’d said it to him but I could tell it caught him off guard. I didn’t know if it was my voice or my emotions that gave me away, but he took me in his arms and kissed me firmly on the lips.

“As I love you, Alice.” He continued to kiss me, softer now. “What do you want to ask me?” So it was the emotions that had tipped him off. I felt anxious but full of love towards him.

Instead of responding to his question verbally, I let my body talk for me. I pushed him back on the bed and kissed him more passionately now. It was very clear by his actions that he understood my unspoken question. He didn’t seem to mind at first, but then he stopped me.

Had I done something wrong? I’d never done this before- at least, I didn’t think I had; I couldn’t remember my human life at all. It couldn’t really be that difficult, though. Jasper, on the other hand, had done it before. I knew about his past with Maria and I suddenly felt very jealous that someone else had had him once.

Jasper undoubtedly felt my jealousy and the pain of what I thought was his rejection, because he immediately comforted me, “No Alice, it’s not what you’re thinking. I promise.” We knew each other inside and out so I was sure he knew just what I was thinking. “It’s not that I don’t want to. Really, Alice, I love you and I want to make love to you but…” his statement trailed off.

“But what?” I asked. I could feel tearless sobs coming on.

“But I want to do this right. I want to make love to you not just have sex with you.” I was taken aback by his statement.”I think we should be married,” he said in a very small voice.

“You… you want to marry me?” I was confused. We’d talked about marriage as a general subject before and he seemed totally opposed to it. He said it was a human tradition that didn’t apply to our kind.

“Yes,” he responded firmly. “I want to marry you, Alice. I’ve realized just how much you mean to me and how much I really do love you. I’ve never had feelings for anyone compared to those that I feel for you. You’re my entire life and you’ve brought me so far from the past I thought I could never escape…”

I was shocked at his words. Somehow, I hadn’t seen any of this coming. “Oh,” was all I could say.

“Alice? Will you marry me?” He’d lowered himself from the bed and onto one knee.

“Oh yes, Jasper! Yes, I’ll marry you!” I finally responded once I was able to breathe again. I flung myself at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you, I love you, I love you so much!” I said.

“And I love you more than anything, darling’,” his Southern accent came out more than usual with the last word.

“So… since I’m your fiancée now… can we continue what we were about to do?” I grinned at him.

This time, he threw me down onto the bed and began kissing me. “Anything for the future Mrs. Whitlock,” he replied.

Give me what I want!

Written By : Nicki Sawai
You can read the original here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4790465/1/Give_me_what_I_want
All Credit goes to the Original author

I couldn't be any more happier than I am right now!

"Oh, Edward! My wonderfully dead, sparkly soul mate! I need you to do something for me!" I trilled to my Edward.

"Oh, Bella, my clumsy little spider monkey! I shall give you anything you want!" He sang to me.

Oh, tra, la, la, fiddle dee dee, give me everything that will make me happy!

"I want-"

"Oh, Edward, I saw the future! You need to stop what you will do!" Alice danced up and shrieked at him.

"Alice, Alice, stop! My so easily breakable human girlfriend wants something from me! I must ignore all else and comply to her wishes!"

"No, no, you musn't! You will kill--!"

"Enough of your nonense! Bella, please continue."

"Edward, I want to be-"

"Edward!" Jasper ran up. "I can feel what Bella wants! Do not give it to her!"

"Stop this now!" Edward yelled. "Bella is getting unhappier by the second, I must give her everything that she wants!"

Ho, ho, ho, tee, tee, tee, why does everything have to be about me?

"Edward, it's really not that essential. Do not waste another thought on my human self, I'm not very important."

"Do not be silly! You are more important that blood!"

"You know that is not possible, Edward." Carlisle came up to us. "I should know, I'm a doctor."

"Yes, you a very smart and all-knowing." Alice said. "Tell Edward he is being a fool!"

"No! Bella is the most important thing! Now, tell me what it is that you want, Bella."

"Fine. I want you to turn--" I started.

"Eddie! How have you and little miss Bella been, eh?" Emmett bounded up to us. Ugh! I sighed out loud. Just something else to distract Edward from me, the most insignificant being in the entire world. Oh, woe is me, I do not deserve Edward's misplaced love.

"Edward!" I shouted. "I want to be a vampire!"

Silence. All five pairs of golden eyes stared at me.

"No! Anything but that! I cannot bear to see you in any pain! Besides, I would not be able to stop once I started to suck your blood. You cannot do this to me, Bella!"

"Edward, you said I could have anything I want! Now make me a vampire, right now!" I yelled at him, despaired.

Low, low, low, flee, flee, flee, Oh no, woe is me!

"No! Anything but this!" Edward hissed.

"Yes! If you do not turn me, I shall go to the werewolves and Jacob can have me!"

"No!" Edward roared. "That mutt is too fowl-smelling and crude to deserve you!"

"Then turn me! Please, Edward." I sobbed, my plain face in my hands.

He groaned. "Bella, Bella, no..."

"Please..."

He paused, but then huffed a deep breath, "Alright!" He announced.

"No!" Alice, Jasper and Carlisle cried out.

"Woo, more fun for me!" Emmett declared.

"Yes, I must do this!" Edward decided. I grinned triumphantly.

Then he leaned down and brought his face to my neck. He bit me, slowly and savoring the taste.

But, as said, he couldn't stop... He said he would never lie.

And you know what I did then? I DIED.