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Recollections - Chapter 6

Recollections is a collection of interconnected OneShots that span Jasper's life with Alice. They are in the same continuity, but can be read as stand-alones.

You can also find this fanfiction AO3 or FF.net.

Summary: An unexpected slip-up suddenly leads Jasper to consider an entirely different future. A future, without the Cullens. One, in which they both have red eyes [aka the time Alice slipped up and Jasper couldn't stop thinking about her with red eyes].

Timeline for this chapter: This takes place pre-twilight. Jasper and Alice have met five months ago and are currently living in a small cabin in the canadian woods, where they get to know each other better and Jasper tries to adapt to the vegetarian diet.

Word Count for this chapter: 4'322

Trigger Warnings: none

Rating: PG

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 April 02, 1949 - Fort George QC.

Time moved faster in the peaceful calm of the Canadian wilderness. At least that’s what it felt like to me. Or maybe it was just that time passed so much faster when you had someone to spend it with. And Alice really knew how to spend time.

We had fallen into a comfortable routine of hunting, training, and relaxing in the cabin. Alice liked to delve into the future for a few hours every day, checking in on the Cullens. I spent most of that time reading. First, the books on local wildlife I had found on one of the dusty shelves in the bedroom, later the magazines and newspapers she brought home from her trips to town.

She visited Fort George about once a month to get a few necessities like candles, matches, or replacements for the clothing we ripped, and always brought home a few newspapers so we could keep up with whatever was going on in the world. There was nothing major of interest happening, but it passed the time.

Being up here in the quiet, with only her and my emotions around, helped me slowly regain control over my gift. As the months passed, it became easier to separate the emotions and though this came as a blessing at first, it gave the depression weighing on my mind newfound power as well. However, it never became overbearing like it had before, and I solely credited this to Alice.

Somewhere close by a group of deer passed me, and I thought about chasing them for a moment. Though I’d already forced myself to down more than I had ever had in one sitting of human blood, the acid at the back of my throat was still sizzling. This was normal, Alice had explained. Apparently, animals weren’t as filling as human blood. Between this, the foul taste, and the continued frustration of defeat every time I couldn’t finish my prey, I had been over it weeks ago.

To me, the idea of killing a human became more acceptable with every passing day but Alice was always so thrilled whenever I got back from a hunt. She’d sit in front of me for hours, examining my eyes closely to see how they changed. The muddy orange tinge they had taken on brought her unmeasurable joy. It was enough to dissuade me from pursuing the idea. At least for now.

This time, however, she was not waiting for me in front of the cabin.

Alarmed, I sped up, intently listening, and scouring the area for her emotions. When I finally found them, they were almost unrecognisable.

Her cheerfulness and hope were vanquished, overshadowed by something much heavier, much darker. She was deeply upset. Not upset like when I had pushed her away at first or when I pinned her to the ground during one of our training sessions. This was deep, ground-breaking, earth-shattering despair.

A single sob reached my ears, powerful enough to tear my body into pieces.

I didn’t slow down before reaching the door, storming into the dimly lit room. She was curled up on the rocking chair, her legs held tightly to her chest and her beautiful face hidden behind her knees. She sobbed again. I would have preferred to lose a limb.

“Alice?” I gently asked, as I approached her. She didn’t react. Panic rose inside of me. Had she been hurt? Had a nomad passed by while I was out? No, she would have seen that. But what else could have pained this delicate creature so much?

I sank to my knees in front of her and carefully lifted her head, examining every inch of her perfect face to ensure that she was not injured. Her skin was as flawless as ever, no signs of a tear or bite mark. But then—

I smelled it on her breath the moment I noticed her eyes. So used to the liquid gold, my brain had skipped over it at first. But now, with the enticing scent of human blood in my nose, I saw it. Familiar gold had turned into a painful amber, tainted by the influence of her victim’s blood.

She had slipped up, I realised. Alice, perfect little joyful Alice, had killed a human. And despair was choking her almost as badly as it used to claw at me. It was unbearable. And yet, just taking it away from her felt wrong.

“I-I didn’t want to… It just— It was so strong, I—,” she sobbed.

I couldn’t endure seeing her like this any longer. Without thinking twice, I wrapped my arms around her delicate frame and pulled her into my lap.

“It’s okay,” I found myself whispering as her hands grabbed my shirt, tearing the thin fabric. Her tiny body was shaken by her sobs. The pain bled straight into me. I swallowed the venom that was watering my mouth when she gasped for air, and clenched my jaw, silently sharing in her sorrow. Just holding her.

It took a while for her to recover. The light had long disappeared and it was pitch black in the cabin when I finally felt her despair slowly recede. It didn’t disappear, sorrow like that never just disappeared, but at least she was starting to calm down.

I gently ran my fingers up her back to her neck, searching for her alabaster skin. And when I finally found it, I tore down the barrier I had so carefully built up to separate my emotions from the outside world.

The remnants of her anguish hit me first but having regained control over my gift, it was an easy thing to dissipate them. But I didn’t stop there. Instead, I pulled forth all the hope, affection, love, and appreciation I had so graciously received from her over the past five months and pushed them into her tiny body.

She immediately responded to it, her muscles relaxing and her head finally lifting from my chest. “W-What is this?” she stuttered.

“Everything you gave to me over these past months. I thought it’s time I returned some to you.”

She sighed happily. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’ve got control over your gift again?”

I wanted to shrug my shoulders but immediately decided against it, realising that it would make Alice uncomfortable. “It didn’t seem important,” I admitted.

We fell silent again, until I finally found the courage to ask her. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

Darkness fought for a hold on her emotions, but it couldn’t get past me. I was determined to keep her safe.

“I-I saw that you finished the newspaper and wanted to get you a new one but there— Just a few miles south, there was a hunter who had fallen off a cliff… There was so much blood. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be strong. For you. But the smell was so overwhelming. I couldn’t stop myself…”

I fought off another wave of shame and despair, but Alice stopped me before I could completely defeat them. “Don’t take it away. I want to feel it.”

I tensed. It was against every fibre of my being to let such a gentle creature feel this pain. But I couldn’t turn her down either. So, I let the darkness come, carefully re-introducing her to it by letting the emotions slowly seep through the invisible wall of positivity I had enveloped her in.

Her muscles tightened, and I could feel her fingers gripping the cotton of my shirt with renewed force.

“Is there a body we need to take care of?” I asked carefully without any judgement in my voice. How could I have blamed her for this? I had been thinking about doing the same for days now. It somehow just had never occurred to me that she—

Alice interrupted my thoughts by shaking her head, tickling my neck with a few stray strands of her spiky hair. “They won’t find him until the ice on the Bay has melted,” she said.

I nodded. She had taken care of things. 

I was taken aback by how much this surprised me. Of course, she knew how to dispose of a body, she was a vampire after all. Still, she had always made animal blood seem like the natural choice for her. I just had never imagined her with red eyes. But now, as we fell silent and she rested her head against my chest once more, it was all I could think about.

xxxx

Alice’s cheery disposition was clouded for a few more days and I noticed that she meticulously avoided the bathroom mirror and all other possibly reflective surfaces. She dodged my eyes as well. I wasn’t sure if it was because she still felt like she had let me down or because the colour of my eyes reminded her of hers. The fact that she accompanied me on all my hunts, almost drowning herself in animal blood, supported both. 

I didn’t dare to ask, not wanting to bring back the painful memory.

To my relief, she eventually recovered and five days after the incident, there was no trace of the kill left in her eyes or emotions. The only change remaining was the fact that she spent more hours rigidly sitting on the floor in front of the rocking chair, resting her back against my legs and combing through the future.

I had asked her about what she was seeing once because I sensed an unusual commotion in her emotions; disappointment, fear, worry, and helplessness flashing quickly after each other before disappearing altogether. Alice just shrugged it off and changed the topic. I hadn��t asked again, but the turmoil recurred every time she turned her eyes to the future for more than just a few minutes.

It was churning her feelings right now.

I sighed and lowered my book, looking down at the top of her head. Alice had done everything to put her slip up behind her, even torched the dress she was wearing that day. Meanwhile, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The image of her with red eyes had burned itself into my brain and I saw it whenever I closed my eyes.

From the moment she had first told me about animal blood, it had been a certainty that I was going to become a vegetarian too. That my eyes would turn golden just like hers, and that we would join another coven within the decade—or even sooner. Alice had been getting more frequent visions of us meeting them just a few days before the incident. It was a sign of the event getting closer, she had said.

But now, with the image of her with perfect ruby eyes so vividly painted by my imagination, another possibility had formed inside my head.

I had had doubts about animals even before tasting their poor substitute blood for the first time. And the last months had only confirmed that this lifestyle was not for me. Compared to the revolting taste and unquenchable thirst, killing suddenly didn’t seem as bad anymore.

Sure, I still remembered the crushing weight of death but being around Alice would make it tolerable. I was confident in that assessment. And even though I hadn’t talked to her about it yet, I was almost certain that she wouldn’t mind it either. A lot of her reaction the other day was due to her feeling like she let me down, she had admitted that.

I could see it clear as day now. No limiting ourselves to one place at a time nor silently suffering through painful thirst as we tried to blend in with humans. Instead, we could travel. Maybe even spend some time with Peter and Charlotte. There were so many countries she had talked about. We would have to leave out the South and Italy, but other than that, the world would be hers. I could see us visiting cities by night and spending time in lush forests during the day. Crossing the Atlantic to Europe. Maybe even climbing a few mountains.

But there was one thing that kept me from sharing this idea with her.

I leaned forward to get a better look at the drawing she had been working on before disappearing into the future. It wasn’t a specific scene like countless others before. Instead, the five portraits were randomly scattered on the page. The Cullens. Would she be able to let them go?

As if she had heard my thoughts, an immense pain blossomed in Alice’s tiny body. The force of the unexpected emotion hit me like a battering ram before I could take any preventative measures. My body stiffened and my mind was wiped blank for a second. Then, I finally caught myself and got the situation under control. 

Alice started shuffling at my feet, but the unsettling sentiments didn’t disappear. Instead, shock and hysteria mixed with her paralyzing fear and the heart-breaking grief. Whatever she had seen, it couldn’t be good.

“No. No. No, no, no, no, no...”

I had been so preoccupied with protecting myself from her sudden outburst that I hadn’t even noticed that she started mumbling. The same word, over and over again. An endless stream of denial, irregularly interrupted by her sobbing.

“What did you see?” I asked, carefully placing a hand on her shoulder. The touch only intensified her effect on me, but I still hesitated to intervene. Emotions were a private thing, and I didn’t want to intrude. Not, if she wanted to feel this.

She winced as if my hand had burnt her and was on the other side of the room before I could react, frantically pulling at her hair.

“Alice, what’s going on?” I repeated my question, but she didn’t respond again. She was completely trapped, blinded by whatever terrifying thing she had seen.

I didn’t want to, but I had to. If she had seen danger coming, I needed to know. Immediately. And so, I took a firm hold on her emotions and pushed the darkness away, soothing her with all my might. 

Alice blinked, disoriented. Dazed by the sudden emptiness inside of her.

“Tell me what you saw,” I repeated once more, approaching her. She needed to get away from the window. If someone was coming, they would—

“They’re going to turn us down!” she shrieked, and I groaned under the renewed wave of panic she was summoning. I was able to keep it away for now, but if she continued to get herself worked up like this, I would reach my limits pretty soon.

“Alice, I need you to calm down,” I panted. 

A new sliver of worry, this time directed at me, demanded passage into her heart. I let it through.

“I-I’m sorry Jasper, this is all my fault,” she sobbed and hid her face behind her hands. Our vampiric nature robbed her of the tears but that didn’t make her crying any less painful.

I had to make a decision before her emotions became too much and overtook me as well. And so, I hesitantly let go of her sorrow and sadness, limiting myself to keeping the panic as far away from her as possible. Another tearless sob cut through the air as the emotions returned to her. It formed a big knot in my stomach. 

I reached her before the next cry could escape her throat and wrapped my arms around her tiny body, unable to believe that I was consoling Alice again. The second time this week. Alice, the endless array of sunshine and hopefulness that had managed to pull me from the darkest pits of my depression. Alice, who never once looked at me without a smile on her lips. That smile was now gone, replaced by a deep frown she hid in the soft fabric of my shirt.

“Are we in danger? Is someone coming?” Her previous outburst made me suspect that this wasn’t the case, but I needed to be sure. I couldn’t concentrate on her fully, not until I knew we were safe.

“No.” Her answer was little more than a breath, muffled by the cotton, but my sensitive ears picked it up anyway. 

I let my shoulders relax. At least her body would come to no harm. But her mind… That was an entirely different beast to tackle.

xxxx

I waited for a couple of hours, until the panic was no longer fighting my hold and stretching out its invisible claws in Alice’s direction, before I asked her again. “What did you see?”

The question evoked another sob, but it was more subdued than before. I suspected that her body simply lacked the strength to produce a more intense reaction right now.

“The Cullens,” she finally whispered. “They’re turning us down.”

The revelation hit me right in my gut. Not strong enough to make me double over but more than sufficient to spread a nauseating sensation throughout my whole upper body. 

Even though I had thought about an alternative way forward, there still was a side in me that longed for the peaceful happy ending she had promised on that rainy day in Philadelphia. A side that ached for the warm joy she always experienced when talking about what our life with the Cullens would be. It had been those emotions, that hope, that made me follow her on the first day. Losing it, would have meant losing her just a few weeks ago. But that was no longer the case.

I had spent days thinking of a different future with her. And frankly, I did no longer care what this future held in store. As long as Alice was in it, I would be fine.

“And then?” I asked. “What happens after that?”

Alice lifted her head from my chest, staring at me from her dark ochre eyes. “What do you mean ‘what then’? They turn us down, Jasper!”

I soothed the panic that developed inside of her. If we were going to talk about this, it needed to be in a calm, rational way. 

“I know. I just wondered if you saw what happened afterwards.”

She freed herself from my arms and took a step back. “You don’t understand. There is no afterwards. Our family is gone and… and I— I’m the reason for it.”

Her body started to tremble again, and I didn’t dare to interfere with her sadness. Not yet at least. Instead, I opted to distract her. “Tell me what exactly it is you saw. Why do they turn us away?”

She threw her hands in the air, frustration oozing from her pores and immediately overtaking the sadness. It was not the win I wanted, but I'd take it. 

“I don’t know. The process is still too uncertain right now, but the outcome is clear. They turn us away," she said.

I sighed and took a seat on the couch to our right. 

Alice observed me for a moment, before pulling the rocking chair closer and sitting down opposite me. “It started to flicker after the— incident. First, I thought it was them moving again that caused the vision of our meeting to falter but then— I had red eyes in this vision, Jasper. They were always golden before. Now they’re red and the Cullens are turning us away."

I sent her a wave of calm before replying. “I don’t think this is your fault. I’ve been thinking about it and… What if this is not an accident but our decision? What if we just decide to go back to normal? To live our immortal lives like they are supposed to be lived?”

Her eyes widened. “That’s not an option, Jasper.”

“What if it was?” I had expected her to be apprehensive at first. She had lived with the idea of being with the Cullens, pursuing a vegetarian lifestyle as she liked to call it, for many years. It was only natural for her to be hesitant. 

“You know that I’ve been struggling. This whole animal blood thing is not working out for me. I am thirsty all the time and feeding only makes me feel sick for hours. Yesterday, I missed half of what you told me about New York because my mind fantasised about the masses of people and how no-one would notice one or two of them disappearing,” I continued. “I don’t want this to be our life.”

She reached for my hands and sent a shiver of consoling sentiments up my arm. “Jasper, I—”

I cut her off. “You said it yourself, this isn’t going to get better any time soon. I don’t want to spend our first decades together in constant pain, always thirsty and thinking about how I’ll kill the next unfortunate human soul that crosses our path. I don’t want you to worry about whether we’ll get too close to one of them. Blaming yourself if you don’t see it early enough.”

Alice was waiting to protest, I could see it in her eyes, sense it in her bones. But I didn’t let her get this far. 

“You would blame yourself, I felt it that day in Philadelphia.”

Her disapproval subsided but she still pulled her lips into a pout.

“We don’t have to do this to ourselves. I’m not looking forward to the killing but if that’s what it takes, I’ll gladly take it. It would be different, I know I can take it if you’re by my side. We—”

This time it was her that interrupted me. Her voice was soft, airy and crystal clear yet laced with a painful undertone that pierced my marble skin as if it were butter. 

“But it wouldn’t, Jasper. I’ve seen it.” She gently squeezed my hands. “I’m sorry that I pushed this on you without explanation. It wasn’t right, this should have been your choice from the beginning. But it is the only choice.”

I could sense that she was scared to continue, deeply upset by the memories of past visions she was undoubtedly thinking about. 

“I’ve been getting more and more visions about it lately, probably because you’ve been pondering it,” she explained. “I’ve seen us with red eyes. I’ve seen me trying to help you, console you. It’s not enough. No matter what I do, no matter how much I love you, I cannot protect you from incorporeal feelings that are as untouchable to me as the air itself.”

I shuddered from the darkness that flooded her emotional compass. So much grief. “What did you see?”

“If we go down this path, there is no future for us. It has been changing, sometimes it’s just a few months away, sometimes decades. But all the visions, all the futures I see of us with red eyes end with you helplessly drowning in depression and me being alone again.” 

She gently placed a hand on my cheek and forced me to look into her eyes. “I’m afraid of being alone again, Jazz. I can’t do it anymore.” 

The pain in her words urged me to pull her close, to put my arms around her and protect her from whatever horrors she had seen. But how could I protect her from something a future version of myself would inflict?

“So this is it?” I muttered. “The die has been cast? Fate has spoken? The only path for us to be together is animal blood?”

��My visions can change, you know that,” she admitted. “It’s possible that we will find a loophole somewhere down the way, but the chances are slim. And I’m not willing to take these odds. Plus, I really love the Cullens and I know you will too.”

I sighed. The picture of her ruby red eyes slowly dissolved in my mind and took with it all the hopes I’d had for an easier future. Perhaps, this was how it was always meant to be. I had spent a good part of my second life inflicting pain on thousands of creatures, vampire and human alike. Maybe it was only fair that I lost a few decades of the third one to pain as well.

“What do you think?” she asked cautiously. 

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “Does it even matter? Your visions don’t leave much of a choice.”

“It does to me. This is our future, we’re talking about. Whatever we do, I want us to decide on it together.”

I sighed and closed my hands around hers. “I want us to be together for as long as possible. And if the only way to achieve that is by forcing myself to drink animal blood for the rest of my immortal life, I will do that.”

A smile danced on Alice’s lips just as hope and affection were waltzing inside her heart. I had made her happy and that was all I cared about. 

However, the joy didn’t fully reach her eyes yet. She was still holding back. “And the Cullens?”

I chuckled. “Being with them will make you happy, won’t it?”

She nodded determinedly. 

“Then being with them will make me happy too.”

That was all it took. The last ounce of doubt lifted from her and joy flooded every single cell of her body. A small, elated shout escaped her throat as she pushed herself from the rocking chair and straight into my lap. 

I shouldn’t have been surprised by her reaction, having sensed the emotional build-up seethe beneath her skin. Still, I found myself overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of affection, unsure of what the best course of action would be. 

But Alice didn’t give me time to overthink it. Instead, she wrapped her arms and legs around my upper body, embracing me tightly and showering me in emotions that would have immediately intoxicated even the most resolved man. She had no intention of letting go anytime soon. And I didn’t want her to.

[bonjour-rainycity]

Forgiveness

A/n Did I need to be writing my Day 4 fic? Yes. Did I open up the doc and start typing this instead? Yes I did. Thanks to @jessicanjpa for submitting the request! I made this a sort of canon gapfiller for New Moon. 

Prompt: Angst #11 from this list ~ “It’s over, it’s done, just leave it be” with Alice and Jasper

Summary: Minutes after Jasper lunges at Bella, Alice finds him in the woods. 

Rating: PG

Word count: 645

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence, angst

Alice entered the cover of the forest, searching for her husband.

She found him a good fifty miles from the family’s house, holed up high in the trees.

He saw her coming and shook his head. “Go home, Alice.”

Ignoring him, she began to climb, settling determinately on the branch to face him. “Not without you.”

Jasper scoffed, the sound filled with such self-loathing that it nearly made Alice’s heart break. “I don’t deserve home right now.”

“Jazz,” she reached for him, but he pushed her away, moving closer to the trunk of the tree.

“It’s over, it’s done, just leave it be. There’s no way I can fix this.” He sighed, lowering his head before turning it to the sky, unable to look his wife in the eye. “But I can make the rest of their time together easier.”

The words hadn’t left his mouth before Alice was protesting, having seen the vision in her head. Thankfully it was hazy, and alongside about twenty other visions, so the chances of him actually going through with it, actually leaving the family, weren’t very high. Still, she wanted to erase even the sliver of possibility. There was already a concerning vision, one of Edward deciding to leave, to abandon Bella, that she would have to deal with when she got home.

But for now, her husband, the love of her life, was drowning in self-hatred, and she would not leave him to face that alone.

“Jasper,” she began pragmatically, knowing that, though her husband was an empath, he responded best to logic. “You leaving wouldn’t do any good.”

“I nearly killed the girl,” he spat, and the shame and disgust he had for himself was so strong that Alice felt it in her own heart. Feeling that he was hurting her, too, he reigned it in, but the damage was already done. Jasper couldn’t stand to feel her pity, her sorrow, knowing he was causing her to feel those things because of his mistake. ”How can I ever look Edward in the eye again? He has loved one person like this in his entire, immortal life, and he’ll never have a love like it again. And I almost killed her right in front of him. Out of weakness. Carlisle’s efforts are wasted on me—we’ve known that from the start. I would be doing everyone a favor if I left.”

Alice’s sudden anger surprised both herself and her husband. “Oh, stop it. You didn’t even do the most damage—Edward throwing her into the wall did. If he hadn’t overreacted, everything would have turned out fine. And that so called ‘weakness’? Jazz, yeah, you slipped up, but you didn’t go through with it. You let us pull you back. You ran from the temptation.” She saw his upcoming argument and worked quickly to refute it. “And don’t lie to us both and say that you were overpowered—everyone in that house knows that, if you really wanted to, you could’ve killed us all. But you didn’t.” She huffed, the anger leaving her as quickly as it had come. When she spoke again, it was with tenderness. “The temptation was strong but you were stronger. So please, my love,” she scooted closer, and felt a burst of joy when Jasper allowed her to take his face in her hands, cupping it gently. “Do not even entertain the idea of leaving the family. No one wants that. Everyone still loves you. Me most of all.”

Jasper felt the weight leave his shoulders. He didn’t realize how badly he needed this—his wife’s acceptance, her forgiveness. And, though he still had an endless list of sins to atone for, he allowed himself to dream that, just maybe, everything would be alright.

A/n Requests and tag-lists are open, so just let me know :) Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, and, if you have a moment, I’d love it if you could check out my masterlist. Thanks for reading!

[itsnotpluggedin]

For Jalice Week 2020 Day 3 - Canon Gapfillers!  Not sure exactly what kind of fanworks this falls under  @jalicenetwork

[jessicanjpa]

                       Jenks

Jalice Week 2020 Day 3: Canon Gapfiller

Summary: Jasper begins his association with Jenks, Sr.

Rating: T

Words: 3,924

POV: Jasper

Setting: Indianapolis, 1974

You can read it here on Fanfiction.net or here on AO3. Please review and let me know what you think!

[tragicallywicked]

TO MY SECRET SANTAS

Yes, I said secret santas because I have embarked on two gift exchanges this year, from different fandoms. I’ll add here two notes, same letter!

First and foremost, THANK YOU, I’m so happy you got me—whoever you are!—and I cannot wait for the amazing works you’ll do. ♡

I am super easy to gift, I’m a trooper, there’s literally almost nothing that I do not like. I’m a sucker for fluff but I really appreciate angst and slow burns a lot also. So that shouldn’t be a big problem! I’m comfortable with any rating as well, and I do very much enjoy reading smut if you were going for that—if not that’s also completely fine! Generally what I don’t like: non-con, major deaths (unless there’s like, a twist to it? lol).

If you’re here for Jalice here’s some stuff that I love involving them:

Absolutely love alternative universes and crossovers for them, all kinds you can think of!! Canon gapfiller/compliant is also great to read, especially considering how little we see of them in the books/movies—that said I think the time they’re away in NM and BD is real interesting, as well as their past together, and Eclipse of course holds amazing content on them—so there’s a lot of room you could go with and I’d be happy! Also love the Jessamine/Alice parallel for Jalice, what can I say? This lady here is bi. Another thing that I do love about Jalice is human/vampire AUs, they really speak to me in many levels! Again, feel free to go wild and surprise me however you want!!

Now, if you’ve come to my blog for the Steggy exchange, here are some things that I do love involving the pair:

Canon gapfiller/compliant are always great—like them at a scene we didn’t see in the movies or the show, or events that took place after they got back together with the time travel. I absolutely love Captain Carter/Britain AUs and skinny!Steve. Also adore modern Steggy, either for time travel Peggy or just a general AU of them in present times. Domestic, I love domestic Steggy with a family and Sunday dinners and all that adorable fluff. Also I can appreciate angst, so if that’s your cup of tea, bring it on! I do love a happy ending tho too. Again, feel free to go wild and surprise me however you want!!

I honestly cannot wait to see what you’ll come up with! My inbox is open anytime you want to anonymously hop in there! Happy Holidays! ♡

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FANFICS MASTERLIST - ALL DAYS - AO3

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Jalice Week Day Three baby! It’s canon gapfillers today

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Recollections - Chapter 10

Recollections is a collection of interconnected OneShots that span Jasper's life with Alice. They are in the same continuity, but can be read as stand-alones.

You can also find this fanfiction AO3 or FF.net.

Summary: New pieces of Jasper's past come to light when an unassuming round of questions suddenly turns personal [aka Alice and Jasper discuss Maria for the first time].

Timeline for this chapter: This takes place in Alice and Jasper's first year together, pre-twilight. They spent their first months as companions in a small cabin near Fort George, QC, before moving on to an old Cullen house near Lake Minchumina in Alaska. They have slowly grown into a couple, however there is still much that is unspoken between the two. Especially, regarding their pasts.

Word Count for this Chapter: 2'893

Trigger Warnings: none

Rating: PG

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May 07, 1949 - Lake Minchumina, AK.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

I paused and lifted my gaze from the neat stack of firewood I was assembling around a few sheets of crumpled newspaper.

Alice was sprawled out on the couch behind me, her upper body propped up on her elbows, head bent, and eyes curiously fixated on the pages of a magazine she had found while looking for something to get the fire started. Her delicate curves drowned in the button-down she had stolen from my back a few hours ago. Still, she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

“Green,” I replied, forcing my eyes away from the daring way in which her long pale limbs contrasted with the dark brown leather beneath her. The sound of turning pages scraping against the backrest filled the room again, and I had almost forgotten about her curious inquiry when she suddenly spoke up again.

“When’s your birthday?”

I quickly lit a match and tossed it into the chimney, watching how the flames immediately engulfed the paper, before getting up and moving to her side.

Alice turned onto her back as she heard me approach, smiling while her emotions greedily tried to get a hold of mine. Just as the fire hungrily reached for the wood.

“What’s with these questions?” I asked, placing a hand on the backrest, and bending down to kiss her.

She reached for me too, however, my fingers found paper before her lips touched mine and I pulled away again, taking the magazine with me. It naturally opened on the page she had been looking at, and neither her annoyed protest nor the sudden wave of frustration were able to stop me from reading it now.

“120 questions to ask him: From first meeting to happily ever after,” I quoted the title, trying my best to subdue my amusement. Still, I couldn’t withhold a smirk as my eyes drifted over the questions. What’s your favourite meal? Where do you see yourself working in five years? How many kids do you want?

“Give it back, Jasper!” she protested again, leaving her spot on the sofa in an attempt to get the magazine back. 

But thanks to our height difference, all I had to do was hold it above my head to get it out of her reach. “I’m not sure this applies to our situation, Alice.”

She didn’t care much, lunging for my arm and putting all her weight on it until I had to give in and lower it. Snatching the pages from my hands, she immediately hid it behind her back and tossed me a triumphant smile. “Ha! Got it!”

I just shook my head and returned to the fire. The flames had now taken a firm hold and I could place a few thicker pieces of wood into the chimney. Alice wasn’t far behind, looking at me with big eyes and a pleading face, waving the magazine. “Humour me?”

I turned to her with a headshake. How could I refuse that smile? “Two conditions.”

“Conditions?” she repeated, elegantly sliding onto the couch again. This time, however, she shifted to one side, leaving enough space for me to join her.

I did without hesitation, revelling in the purity of her emotions that warmed my skin when she snuggled up to my side. “I get to ask questions too. And we forget about this stupid magazine and make up real questions.”

“These are real questions,” she argued.

I rolled my eyes and ran a hand through her hair. It was smooth against my skin despite its spiky appearance. “Fine, waste your time with them if you want to. But I’m going to stick to my own.”

Her smile widened. “I’ll start!”

To my displeasure, she sat up and started to hurriedly flicker through the magazine pages, leaving me missing her presence next to me. Still, I waited patiently until she finally returned to the title page and shifted her eyes to mine. “What is your favourite past-time?"

I reached out and gently pulled her back to my side, wrapping an arm tightly around her waist so she couldn’t escape anymore. “Other than spending time with you? Reading, probably.”

“I already knew that!” she protested. “You have to tell me something I don’t know.”

“That’s not how this game works, Alice. And I warned you that the article wasn’t useful.” Her irritation quickly disappeared as I placed another kiss on her hair. “My turn now… What are your favourite flowers?”

“I really liked the white ones we found on that field down in Maine,” she replied after a moment, burying her face against my shoulder. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know a lot of different flowers. And even if I did, I wouldn’t know their names.”

I gently ran a hand down her back, soothing the small disturbance I had unintentionally caused. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out another time. I could take you to a flower shop once I’ve got my thirst under better control.”

Alice’s eyes sparkled as she turned her head to look at me. “That would be lovely.”

“Then we will do it. But for now, go ahead, ask the next question.”

She tossed the magazine another look before shoving it off the couch and returning her gaze to me. “What’s your favourite emotion?”

“See, much better than a stupid human magazine, isn’t it?” I replied, kissing her nose, and evoking a giggle from deep within her belly. “Joy.”

“Joy?”, she echoed. “Not love?”

“No. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to be a very happy man if I’m allowed to feel your love for the rest of my life. But love is conditional. It always asks for something in return. Joy doesn’t. It just is.”

Alice mused on my thoughts for a moment, absent-mindedly tracing the scars on my left arm. “Guess it’s a good thing then, that I’m very happy right now.”

“It is.” I lifted my head to place my lips on hers. Alice reciprocated the kiss immediately, her hands running up my face and into my hair. However, I pulled back before something more could become of it. After all, it was my turn to ask a question now.

“Who’s your favourite Cullen?”

The smile on her lips petrified as she stared at me with big eyes. “You can’t ask me something like that, Jasper! I love all of them.”

“I know. But come on, you must have a favourite. Who are you looking forward to meeting the most?” I teased, gently brushing a finger over her cheek.

Alice sighed and buried her face in my neck. “It’s mean to make me pick.”

I chuckled. “Well, it’s a good thing then that you love me, right?”

There was a commotion inside of her, I could sense it. The lack of confusion and splash of resolve told me that there was someone. But insecurity, shame, and her nerves stopped her from sharing it. At least for now.

I didn’t interfere, leaving her to sort out the emotional tug-of-war herself. Smirking, when resolve finally gained the upper hand. “Edward,” she admitted. “And don’t you dare tell this to anyone! Or think about it around him!”

“Edward? That’s interesting.”

She lifted her head again, curious amber eyes meeting mine. “Why?”

“I haven’t really given any thought to the question myself— you know how I feel about meeting them. But Edward would definitely be last on my list. I’m not particularly looking forward to having someone spy on my thoughts.”

“Just like they probably are not looking forward to someone sensing their emotions; or seeing their future.”

There was no way to deny it, she was right. But that didn’t change the fact that Edward worried me. And hearing that Alice was so eager to meet him, didn’t alleviate my concern in the slightest. “Point taken. Still, he’s dangerous.”

“Not as dangerous as you are,” she returned immediately. And she was right again. There was no way I was going to allow Edward—or anyone else—to hurt her. But I knew that this wasn’t her main concern.

Despite our previous argument, Alice still wasn’t one to worry about her safety. Especially not, when it came to the Cullens—a circumstance that only became more damning with the ever-increasing number of visions regarding us meeting them. It was getting closer. I could feel it.

“… Jasper, Edward and I are going to be very close friends and I would really appreciate it if you at least got along.” I had tuned her out for a second as my mind trailed off. Luckily, I was still able to catch the main gist of what she was trying to say.

“I’ll give my best. For you,” I promised, plucking her hand from my chest and closing my fingers around it. It satisfied her.

“Good! I believe it’s my turn now?”

I nodded, forcing my concerns regarding the looming Cullen-meeting back into the corner of my brain where they had been festering for weeks.

“What’s your favourite human memory?”

Her question quickly obliterated any thoughts I had been having, pulling my full attention towards her in an iron grip. Memories. That was a dicey subject for both of us.

Except for the few details I had shared and her heart-wrenching confession regarding her lost human life, we had refrained from discussing our pasts. Alice obviously felt like there wasn’t much to tell on her side and I didn’t push her, not wanting to re-open the dark hole of loneliness that imprisoned her first years. A similar reasoning had kept me from sharing too much about myself as well. There was nothing pretty to find in my past and I didn’t wish to soil her brightness with blood, smoke, and war.

I didn’t feel like ruining the moment either, so I tried my best to brush it off without lying to her. “I don’t have many left. There was no real reason to hold on to the past after I was turned. I guess I just forgot about the majority of it.”

But Alice didn’t let the topic go. “What do you remember?”

I hesitated, yearning for the comfortable lightness this conversation had had just a few minutes ago. I didn’t want this. But maybe it was time for it. If we were to meet the Cullens soon, she would have to know. At some point, they all would. I felt sick at the thought. How could they not throw us out after learning the truth?

“Jasper?” I blinked, only to find that she had sat up. A concerned crease had appeared on her forehead.

 “Sorry, I trailed off,” I explained and sat up as well, smoothing out her skin with my thumb. “I still remember the night Maria, Nettie, and Lucy found me very clearly. Beyond that, it’s just small glimpses.”

“Nettie and Lucy? There were more? I always thought Maria was the one that turned you.”

1920, I reminded myself. That was decades after their failed attempt to dethrone Maria. Decades after I had killed them. “She was. But there were two more grown vampires with her when she found me. Nettie and Lucy.”

Alice’s hands reached for mine that had been absentmindedly trailing the side of her face. “Will you tell me about it?”

“I can if you want to hear it. But this is not the happy memory you asked for.”

“That’s okay,” she replied, gently caressing my forearm with her left hand while her right intertwined our fingers. As if she knew, I wasn’t fully comfortable sharing this.

I drew a breath, trying to figure out where to start. “This happened at the time of the first battle of Galveston. I was a Major in the Confederate Army back then, in charge of evacuating all the women and children. We had—”

“You were in the army?” Alice interrupted. “That explains a lot.”

I raised an eyebrow. However, she didn’t elaborate. So, I just continued. “I was. I signed up just a few weeks before my seventeenth birthday. Luckily, I was tall enough to pass for twenty.”

“Why did you do it?”

“To get away, mostly. I don’t remember the details now, but I recall that I was afraid of being a burden for my family. Plus, everyone was enlisting back then, so it felt like the right thing to do.”

She nodded slightly. “Sorry for interrupting.”

“That’s okay. Where were we? Ah, the battle. Yes. I had accompanied the first group of civilians to Houston and was on my way back to camp when I came across them just a few miles outside the city. They were on foot; I thought that they had possibly fallen behind.”

“Maria, Nettie, and Lucy,” Alice whispered.

“Yes. My horse knew that something was off. Its flight instincts were going wild, and I had a hard time making it stand still. Looking back, I should have known better. It was a good horse, trustworthy. But I had been raised to never turn down a woman in need. Especially not during wartime.

“I remember marvelling at their beauty, the way their pale skin reflected in the moonlight. They were talking among each other. I didn’t really understand it back then, but I realised later that they were discussing whether I was supposed to be their next meal or a new recruit.

“My instincts told me to run like my horse had at some point. But I couldn’t, not as Nettie and Lucy left and not as Maria told me that she hoped I would survive. I thought she was about to kiss me when she went in for the bite.” I chuckled at my own naivete.

When I looked up, I found a mixture of pain and affection reflected on Alice’s face. I gently pulled her closer, peeling the pain off and pushing it as far away as I could. She let herself melt into my arms, resting her head against my shoulder again. “That’s the last thing I remember about my human life. The way she leaned over and sunk her teeth into my neck.”

“Why did they leave? Lucy and Nettie, I mean,” Alice inquired.

“I didn’t ask but seeing that Maria was usually the one that turned the newborns, I would guess that they just didn’t have the same self-control she had. I remember Lucy saying something about her killing them twice as often when they were talking about me.”

I gently brushed her hair with my lips. She was calm now, just curious. I had been able to keep the troubles away.

“What happened to them? I never saw them in my visions. It was always just you and Maria.”

I could tell from the way she spoke her name that Alice didn’t hold much fondness for my creator in her heart. No wonder, the time she had seen had been a difficult one for us. Maria was preparing to end me. And I was getting ready to do the same to her.

“We killed them,” I admitted. “I could sense that they were starting to turn away from us. My loyalty lied with Maria, so I reported it to her. She always was a good judge of character and an even better strategist. It only took her a few days to realise that they were plotting against her. We struck before they could even start to formulate any concrete plans.”

Alice nodded silently, her fingers lingering on a particularly nasty bite on my right forearm, one of the few that wasn’t the result of battle. The bitter sting, I first noticed when she spoke Maria’s name, was still festering inside of her. I wondered if she knew.

“It was just you two after that?” she asked.

“And a dozen or so newborns.”

Alice didn’t react. Her eyes were still locked on my skin, unmoving.

I gently put two fingers under her chin, lifting it so I could look into her eyes. “What’s bothering you?”

“I just don’t understand why you stayed with her for so long. I saw how she treated you,” she sighed, still avoiding my gaze.

It was my time to sigh now. “What you saw was the end of a very long period of time. It wasn’t always like that.”

“Did you love her?” She was finally looking at me now.

“No,” I replied without hesitation. “There were a lot of things between Maria and me, but love was never one of them.”

Alice’s eyes trailed off again.

“Maria was grieving, when she turned me,” I added.

Her gaze snapped back to me.

“I was ravenous in the beginning. Angry enough to start a fight if someone gave me as much as a wrong look. I had no idea how to control my gift, soaking up the other newborns’ emotions like a sponge. It drove me mad. I’m lucky that my instincts and speed kept me alive during those first days…

“Maria was pleased with me, despite constantly having to replace the newborns I destroyed. Blood was a common reward back then, and she took me out to hunt quite often. I think it was about a month after I turned when I noticed that my enthusiasm for hunting always diminished when she came to get me. Three more months before I could put a name to what she was feeling, and almost two years before I finally dared to ask her about it.

“Back then, I couldn’t comprehend the pain she was experiencing as she told me about how she lost her coven, her mate, and her home to the Arizonians.” My fingers squeezed Alice’s and my voice took a softer tone, as I now spoke directly to her. “I do now.”

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly. But it still felt like a small victory.

“Maria was completely transparent with me that night. She told me about her past, her loss, and her plans. And I believed every word she said. The next morning, she put me in charge of the others and asked me to give her an army. And I did. I never really second-guessed her after that, not until Peter and Charlotte. Our relationship wasn’t the same then,” I explained. “That’s the part you saw.”

Alice nodded slightly and her eyes returned to the scar on my forearm which she hadn’t stopped circling the whole time. It could only mean one thing. “You saw that, didn’t you?”

She nodded again.

I sighed. “Look. Maria and I— that was all about power. Her power over me, my power over her, our power over whatever territory we currently held. And yes, that power might have drawn us together at times but that had nothing to do with love.��She made me do a lot of things I’m not proud of, and I enabled her to achieve a few things she probably would have been better off without too. That’s all there is.”

Alice’s fingers halted. “Do you think she’ll come looking for you?”

“I doubt it,” I replied. “And even if she did, it wouldn’t change a thing. I couldn’t go back to that life. Not after knowing that there was another way.”

My answer didn’t elicit the reaction I had wished for. Her eyes were still focused on that damned piece of skin where Maria’s venom had left its mark.

“Hey,” I said, gently pulling on our intertwined hands to get her attention. “You have nothing to worry about. Especially not from her.”

“I just wish, you never had to go through all of that,” she sighed, gently squeezing my fingers. Her small frame was suddenly invaded by pity.

I gently squeezed back, removing that miserable sentiment before it could grow into something more. “You don’t have to be sorry for me, Alice. Despite everything, I don’t regret it.”

Her eyes were wide as she looked up at me. “You don’t?”

“No. If I hadn’t done what she asked me to, I wouldn’t be here today. I don’t regret a single fight, kill or purge. I lament the countless lives that were lost. The hate and bloodlust that run too deep for people like Maria to ever know peace. But I don’t regret my actions. It’s a different situation down there. I did what I had to.”

I pulled her hand closer and placed a kiss on her palm. “The only thing I do regret is not leaving sooner. I wish I had known what was waiting for me.”

“I wish you did too. But it’s okay. I’ll never regret waiting for you.”

I lowered my head and kissed her, inhaling the sweet trace of affection her words had left on her lips. Basking in the way her gentle fingers ran through my hair and caressed my scars. Shuddering under those loving hands that had put me back together. Nothing I had done nor anything I could do, would ever haunt me again. Not, if it brought me closer to her.

xxxx

It was a while before we finally pulled apart and I realised that we had let the fire die. “Enough about me. Let’s talk about you again,” I returned to our previous game as I crumpled up her magazine and threw it into the embers. “What’s your favourite city?”

“Philadelphia,” Alice replied. Her naked feet shuffled over the floor, and it wasn’t long until she had wrapped her arms around my neck from behind. She was pleased, undoubtedly due to the fact that my crouch allowed her to reach me so easily. “Obviously.”

I adored the small smirk that decorated her face as I looked up at her, despite not being satisfied by her answer. “Because that’s where we met?”

“Of course.”

I shook my head and placed a few smaller logs into the chimney. “That’s very cute, but it doesn’t count. What I wanted to know is your favourite place to be.”

She giggled and her warm breath teased my ear as she gave me her best impression of myself. “That’s not how this game works, Jasper.”

I quickly lit another match and threw it into the dark hole before turning to her. “Fine, you’re right. But can we still talk about it, please? There’s a reason for why I asked the question.”

Alice immediately picked up the serious undertone in my voice and the mischievous smile disappeared from her face. Instead, she sat down on the floor opposite me, crossing her legs in front of her. “Sure. What’s going on?”

“I think it’s time we left here. It’s already been too long; our scents are all over this place. But if we leave now, there still is a chance that they will have faded by the time you’ve seen the Denalis return.”

I sensed the disappointment before it reached her face. Still, it was unpleasant to look at.

“You’re probably right… It’s just— I really liked it here,” she admitted.

I took her hand into mine. “I know you did.”

Her eyes focused on the floor for another second. When they returned to me, the pain was gone, replaced by an eager shine. Excitement was tingling inside of her too. “So, where should we go? Something a little bit more south would be good, probably. This whole complete isolation thing obviously isn’t working out. Sure, there may be a few more accidents but I think actually being around humans and dealing with the temptation would be best. For both of us. Something on the West Coast maybe…”

She trailed off and had one foot in our future before I could intervene. “Wait, I— I actually already have an idea.”

Her eyes fluttered open, a curious amber staring at me. “You do?”

“Yes… I know you can’t wait to meet the Cullens and judging by your visions that’s probably going to happen pretty soon,” I started, hesitating to continue. I still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. But if I was supposed to meet her family soon, I really wanted her to meet mine too. Or at least the closest thing I still had to one. “I would really like for you to meet Peter first.”

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Recollections - Chapter 9

Recollections is a collection of interconnected OneShots that span Jasper's life with Alice. They are in the same continuity, but can be read as stand-alones.

You can also find this fanfiction AO3 or FF.net.

Summary: While Jasper suffers through the aftermath of a horrible setback, his relationship with Alice finally takes a big step forward [aka the time Jasper vowed to never leave Alice alone again].

Timeline for this chapter: This takes place approximately six months after Alice and Jasper met for the first time. They spent these first months in a small cabin near Fort George, QC, where they also shared their first kiss. They have then moved on to Alaska, where they are currently staying in one of the Cullen's old empty houses.

Word Count for this Chapter: 2'964

Trigger Warnings: none

Rating: PG

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May 04, 1949 - Lake Minchumina, AK.

The fire hissed and reached for my fingers as I dropped another piece of wood into the chimney. I retreated my hand before they could do any damage but the visual was still there. Hungry red and orange flames licking over marble-like skin, eating away at what had once been indestructible. I could hear the crackling in my ears, felt the pungent smell burn in my nose.

“It’s so beautiful,” Alice commented, pulling me from the past. I ran a hand over my face, wiping away the last remnants of the memory before turning back to her.

We had been sitting on the floor of the living room for hours, she drawing and lively chatting about her most recent vision, me listening and absent-mindedly staring into the fire she had talked me into making in the early morning hours.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked as I settled down next to her again.

“The past.”

“What about the past?”

“Nothing specific. The fire just brings up some bad memories.”

The sound of her pencil scratching over the paper subsided as she looked up at me. “You should have said no if it pains you, Jasper.”

“Seeing you happy doesn’t pain me.” I draped an arm over her shoulders, and she eagerly inched closer, resting her head against my chest.

Ever since I abruptly ended our kiss a few days ago, Alice had been careful, more restrained with the way she touched me. Letting me be the one that initiated any kind of physical contact even though it was obvious that she still wanted it. A part of me, the part that had forced me to stop and pull myself from her loving hands, was grateful for it. But the rational vampiric rest was starting to get impatient. Daring me to finally deal with whatever human concepts I still felt bound to. But no matter how much I tossed and turned the subject, I couldn’t find a solution.

I had even consulted a number of religious texts that I found in Carlisle’s office under a thick layer of dust. They were of little help. It wasn’t religion that was stopping me. Hell, I most likely didn’t have a soul anymore and even if I did, I had committed far worse crimes than being with the woman I loved. But I needed to do right by her.

Alice was pure, perfect. Every fibre of her being was committed to me, to our future. Her love was so bright it almost burned me whenever I dared to let my emotional senses get too close to it. There was no doubt, no insecurity, no cracks in her resolve when it came to us. And even though I wanted nothing more, it wasn’t the same for me.

I had doubts. A past, memories to be insecure about. And my resolve was as brittle as an old porcelain teapot, having broken and been put back together over and over again by her patient hands. I wasn’t worthy of her. At least not yet.

I quickly disposed of my thoughts and returned my focus to her when Alice stirred. She was watching me. The fire bathed her face in warm light, and for a moment I could almost understand the allure of it. But then my mind immediately went back to what those flames would do to her delicate body and I cringed, tightening my hold of her. I hadn’t let her anywhere near the chimney and that would definitely remain this way.

“What’s so beautiful about it to you?” I finally asked.

“The light, the way it moves and paints shadows all over the walls, the warmth. Oh, and I like the way it crackles too,” she replied, reaching out her delicate fingers to push a few stray strands of hair back behind my ear. “But mainly, I just love the way it makes you look.”

“The way it makes me look?”

She nodded. “I watched you a lot during my first years. You were very busy, there was a lot of fighting. I never liked that… Seeing you get hurt or worse— It was very scary.”

I clenched my jaw, immediately soothing her sorrow. Sorrow I had caused before I had even known she existed.

“I felt very much like a spectator; watching you from the outside, unable to help you. Like I was at a horse race, having bet my entire life savings on that one stupid stallion that broke his legs over and over again and still continued to compete.”

I chuckled at the comparison. “I don’t recall breaking my legs.”

“It’s a metaphor, Jasper,” she schooled, rolling her eyes at me. But there was a smile on her lips now. My intervention had been successful.

Alice continued before I could say another word. “There were these moments… When the battle was finally over, you used to stand in front of the fires for a few minutes, silently staring at the flames. It was as if you were looking straight at me. And it felt like I could talk to you, even though I wasn’t there.”

She placed her hand on my cheek, her eyes now full of affection. “That’s what the fire makes you look like. Like the man that was listening to me, even though he didn’t know I existed.”

I leaned forward and placed a small kiss on her lips. Hearing her talk about the past like that almost made it sound romantic. But there was nothing romantic to these moments. That was me, staring down at the remnants of the opponents I’d killed and the soldiers I’d lost. Trying to shake the paralysing clutches of death. Another reason why I couldn’t truly be with her. How could I force her to share in my shame?

Alice smiled and curled herself up in my lap after we pulled apart, her head resting against my shoulder and her legs hugged to her chest, fixated by my arms around her. “I was thinking that we could go for a swim in the lake after your hunt,” she eventually said.

I nodded slightly, her hair tickling my chin. “Sounds good. What’s on the menu today?”

“It depends on when you’re leaving and whether you’re going north or west, but mainly caribou.”

That wasn’t very promising. But the sooner I got going, the sooner I’d have it put behind me. “I’ll go now then. That way, we’ll still have a bit of daylight for our swim.”

Alice’s face lit up. “That sounds lovely!”

I pressed a kiss to her forehead before gently shifting her to the ground next to me and getting up.

“Can’t you leave it for a few more minutes?” she asked, as I reached for the bucket of water I had gathered earlier.

“I’ll make you another later,” I promised. “Fire in the house is not a good idea if you’re alone. What if a vision sucks you in and it starts to spread?”

She pouted but didn’t object anymore as I poured the water into the flames. They hissed and sizzled, fighting for their life before eventually subsiding. When I turned back to her, she had gathered her drawing supplies. “I’ll meet you by the lake then?”

I nodded. “Be careful.”

“You too.”

xxxx

I went farther than I initially intended. My mind was stuck deliberating her strange, romanticised way to see my past as I flew through the forest at top speed. When I finally pushed the thoughts from my mind and started hunting, Mount Denali was nothing more than a faint white peak in the distance.

I had just picked up the trail of a small group of caribou when four different heartbeats suddenly reached my ears. They were slower, stronger. Wolves, I guessed but as the next gush of wind finally brought over a new bouquet of scents, I was quickly taught just how wrong that assessment had been. Humans, was all my mind could muster before it snapped into a frenzy and my body burst forward.

The seconds went by in a blur, my mind clouded by the thrill of their sweet warm blood and my instincts focused solely on feeding. I couldn’t even recall if they tried to run. All I remembered was the delicious soothing sensation of their blood running down my throat, finally satisfying the thirst that had been festering there for months.

I had my teeth still buried deep in the neck of my last victim, when a concerned whirlwind of emotions started to tug at my mind, snapping me out of my madness.

Alice.

My eyes shot open, and reality hit me like an avalanche. Bodies were strewn all over the place, their necks torn open deep enough to reveal bone, and the crushing terror of their death lingered in the air like a thick cloud of smoke. The moss glistened dark red and as I looked down at myself, past the unfortunate hiker that I was still holding, I realised that my entire body was soiled in blood as well. Never, not even as a newborn, had I caused a mess like this. And all I could think about right now was that I couldn’t let Alice—perfect Alice—see me like this.

The body in my arms started to twitch as my venom began to spread. His head came off like a twig and rolled down the hill. I didn’t waste another thought on it, trying to focus through the pain that was now battering my mind. I could hear her steps now. She wasn’t far out.

I blamed it on my instincts taking over again, but as I fled the scene of my crime I knew better. It wasn’t instincts. This was fear. Fear of the fact that she would finally see the true monster, she had befriended. Fear of her leaving me. She was perfect, I was not. This never should have been in the first place.

My legs carried me through the forest, every step echoing in my ears like thunder, creating a fitting background to the battle that was going on in my mind. I needed to think, figure out how to deal with this. How to explain it to her. How to apologise. But my gift betrayed me again, not allowing a single rational thought, torturing me with unending replays of my victims’ emotions instead. Judging by their soul-crushing despair, I must have looked just as monstrous as I believed myself to be.

I didn’t even realise that I had subconsciously backtracked my steps until the lake came into view. Water. Maybe I could at least get rid of the blood that was still soaking my shirt and trousers before facing her.

With new resolve, I forced my body to turn left, wade out into the still waters of the lake. The clear liquid greedily enveloped me, pulling the red from my clothes. But it didn’t dispose of it, like I had wished it would. It whirled the blood around in front of my eyes, daunting me. Painting a grotesque memorial to the atrocity I had just committed.

It was as if the waves and my emotions chanted in unison. See, monster. Look at what you’ve done.

I couldn’t fight them anymore. Not even the fear of losing Alice could force me forward now, keep the depression at bay. My body resigned and I froze, staring down at the blood that was slowly carried away into the depths of the lake. Unable to move, think, or act. Held captive by my own inhumanity.

xxxx

I couldn’t tell if it was hours or just seconds before she reached me. The blood-red swirls in front of me quickly gathered and then burst apart when her undead body cut through the water’s surface. I hadn’t even sensed her approaching.

A green dress moved into my field of view. There was a single dark spot on its front. I didn’t know what it was.

Pale fingers touched my chest, carefully opening button after button, stripping me of the blood-soaked shirt. I couldn’t move.

Cold water ran down my hands, as she dunked the shirt and used the fabric to clean them. I couldn’t touch her.

Concerned eyes wandered over my face. I didn’t recognize them. 

But they were tainted. Just like mine.

The dark orange-red of her eyes cut through the thick fog on my mind, freeing me from my self-constructed cage, shaking me out of my rigidity. There was a single trickle of red in the corner of her mouth, soiling the otherwise perfect alabaster skin of her face.

She must have found my final victim. And she couldn’t stop herself. Just like me.

My mind started to race, examining every single cell of her body. Her face was pained, just like mine. Her hands had killed, and her mouth had fed, just like mine. And her emotions were torturing her, just like they did me.

She had doubts, insecurities, and cracks, just like me. 

She wasn’t perfect either.

But despite all of this, she had pushed her tiny body to its limits to catch up with me. Gently wiped the blood off my hands and arms even though the memory sickened her. Displayed an encouraging smile while all she wanted to do was cry.

She was ready to always put me first. And I realised now, that nothing on this planet could keep me from doing the same for her.

“Alice,” I whispered.

“It’s okay, Jasper. I’m sorry I didn’t see it early enough to stop you.”

I placed a hand under her chin, gently nudging her to look at me. “You do not need to take care of me like that.”

“But I want to,” she breathed, pain distorting her otherwise melodic voice.

“I know,” I returned. “And I want to do the same for you. I have been trying to figure this out for days now and I think I finally know.”

“Jasper—,” she started. I didn’t let her continue.

“Please, let me speak. I realise now, that I don’t have to be perfect to be with you. All I have to do is to put you first and try to be the best man I can for you. And there is nothing in this world that I want to do more than that.”

I let her face go as I fell to my knees, reaching out for her hand instead. I felt her confusion as our fingers met. But she didn’t retreat. So deep was her trust.

“Alice, here and now, I vow to love, cherish, honour, and protect you. To always put you first and to never leave your side, from this day forward until the day I die.”

“I— I don’t understand,” she stammered, looking down at me with confused eyes.

I stood up and gently pulled her into my arms. “It means that I love you and I want to be with you. Forever.”

Her bewilderment immediately disappeared and was replaced with the blazing affection that used to burn me. It didn’t anymore. “Like be with me, be with me?” she echoed.

I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. “With the entirety of my mind, body and soul.”

“Oh, Jasper!” Alice smiled, jumping up in the air, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She didn’t hesitate for a second before crashing her lips down to mine and I didn’t bother to hold back either. There was no reason to anymore. After everything that happened, I wanted nothing more than to just forget for a moment. And I could tell she felt the same way.

xxxx

The full moon danced on the white skin of Alice’s back, reflecting in the small water droplets the waves left every time they gently washed over us just to retreat a second later. Her head was resting against my shoulder, and her fingers travelled over the creases and valleys that scars left on my skin. Our clothes were long gone, probably at the bottom of the lake by now. And I couldn’t have cared less.

“Do you remember how they happened?” she asked after a while, tracing a specifically nasty bite on my upper arm.

“Not all of them,” I replied. “Things like these happen fairly quickly in a fight. But there is one that I will most definitely never forget.” I gently took her hand and guided her to a bite mark on my right shoulder. It was smaller than the others, still fresh. The venom stung as I placed her fingers on it.

Alice quickly retreated her hand again, flustered. “I’m really sorry about that.”

I smiled and pushed myself from the ground so I could roll us over. Alice ended up beneath me, her back against the dark stones of the rugged beach. Luckily, they couldn’t hurt us. “Never be sorry for something like that. If it’s up to me, you can bite me every day for the rest of our life, as long as it means you’re enjoying whatever we’re doing.”

“Oh, I am enjoying what we are doing,” she returned, pulling my head down to hers. “Thoroughly.”

I smiled and placed a quick kiss on her lips, knowing that it would be difficult to stop myself if we lingered any longer. “We should go back to the house.”

Alice pouted. “But… It’s so nice here right now.”

“I know,” I replied, now kissing her temple. “And I would love to stay here with you as well. But unfortunately, I have created quite a mess and I need to deal with that before people start looking for them.”

“We have to deal with that”, she corrected. It’s like you said the other day: We’re in this together now.”

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Recollections - Chapter 8

Recollections is a collection of interconnected OneShots that span Jasper's life with Alice. They are in the same continuity, but can be read as stand-alones. You can also find this fanfiction AO3 or FF.net. Summary: After two long days of travelling, Alice's blind trust in her visions and Jasper's past experiences clash, leading to an argument about safety, trust, and other vampires [aka Alice and Jasper's first argument].

Timeline for this chapter: This takes place six months after Alice and Jasper first met. They have spent some time in a small cabin in the canadian wilderness, where they also shared their first kiss and Jasper made his first experiences with animal blood. However, they are now moving on from that cabin and searching for a new home to spend the spring and summer months in.

Word Count for this Chapter: 3'580

Trigger Warnings: none

Rating: PG

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April 29, 1949 - Lake Minchumina, AK

We crossed the Hudson Bay at sundown on the next day. Alice glided over the white floes with swiftness and grace, the moonshine throwing shadows of her delicate figure and spikey hair onto the ice. The dim light reflected on her teeth as she turned to smile at me for a split second, before twirling back again and continuing her mesmerising dance through the night. Her movements were effortless now that the leather bag was no longer weighing her down. She had finally allowed me to carry it.

I followed her closely, escaping the constant cracking of ice beneath my feet. The frozen blanket on the bay had thinned considerably over the last few weeks, and I had pondered going around it. But Alice was adamant that it would hold. And she was right. The ice cracked and gave way under our feet, however never fast enough. Even mother nature was no match for our speed.

Alice directed us north once we reached the western shore, as far away from civilisation as we could get. It was an unspoken understanding between us, that we would avoid humans at all costs. While consuming animal blood finally didn’t seem like an impossibility anymore, thirst still scorched the back of my throat, and I was certain I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if we came across an unfortunate hiker.

Somewhere deep inside, I suspected that Alice felt the same way. Though she had forgiven herself for the unfortunate slip-up, she hadn’t dared to go back to town since.

We continued north for a few hours before Alice turned west again and drove us deeper into the continent. The trees were dense here, and I had to be careful not to tear her bag on one of the stray branches. Luckily, with the brunt of my depression subdued by her positivity and the fact that it had been almost half a year since my last kill, my instincts were back to being perfectly attuned. No broken twig, sharp edge or thorns evaded my perception, even though it was challenging to focus with Alice eagerly jumping from tree to tree and her excitement growing with every mile. She truly couldn’t wait to arrive at the house.

It took us a good two days to get there and when we finally closed in on the property, she couldn’t contain herself anymore. A large grin was plastered on her face while a firework of thrill, joy, and anticipation crackled inside of her. It was infectious.

I had tried to fight it, not wanting my judgement to be clouded by her enthusiasm as well. But it was borderline impossible, especially after she left her path through the treetops for my side, holding on to my hand as if she was a hot air balloon and I was the only thing still grounding her to earth. Eventually, I just gave up and let her emotions brighten my mood as well.

“It’s just up ahead now!” Alice announced, forcing her short legs to go even faster, determinedly pounding her feet on the frozen ground.

I chuckled, speeding up as well to keep pace with her. The scenery didn’t change for another few hundred metres but then the pines started to thin out and we eventually burst into a clearing. I immediately stopped, taken aback by the view that presented itself to me. It was a perfect rendition of Alice’s drawing.

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” she asked, excitedly bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

I let my eyes wander over the details, matching it to the image of her drawing in my head. It was all there. The large three-story structure, the four tall pines reaching beyond the gable, even the small crack in the shutter on the leftmost window. It was uncanny, and I wondered if I would ever get used to seeing her visions unfold like this.

The cabin itself was built from wood but didn’t look remotely as rustic as the one we had just left behind. The front was painted in white, cut by eleven windows, each of them adorned with dark-green shutters and ornate carvings. It would have fit better into a quiet suburban environment than the Canadian wilderness if it only hadn’t looked so abandoned.

The clues were small, imperceivable to the human eye. But not to mine. With the dull shine of the windows, the spider-webs barring the entrance to the veranda, and the faint cracks in the paint, there was something immensely lonely to it.

“It seems very abandoned.”

“Well, that is to be expected,” she shrugged off my comment.  “After all, no-one has stayed here since Christmas 1927.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s oddly specific.”

“The Denalis extended their house and added a few guest rooms in ’28, so there was no use for it anymore. Though Esme always liked the—"

I almost choked on her words. “Wait, what? Are you telling me this house belongs to the Cullens?”

“Yes, isn’t it exciting? Since they haven’t used it in a long time, I thought we could settle here. Nobody will come and disturb us. Plus, I’m sure there’s a lot of exciting stuff to learn about them inside!”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Alice had acted impulsively on her visions before. But this was just plain reckless. Stupid even.

Forcefully pushing her excitement away, I focused on my senses, scanning the surrounding area for any signs of life—mortal or immortal. I didn’t get far though, as she suddenly skipped forward towards the house. It was only thanks to my trained instincts that I was able to get a hold of her shoulder and stop her before she made another mistake.

“Is something wrong?” Her voice rung exceptionally loud in my eardrums, but I could handle it. Battles were a noisy matter too. Thunder echoing when our bodies met, fire crackling as it consumed my victims, the skin-crawling sound of limbs being torn off. My life had depended on being able to concentrate through all these horrors. Her melodic protest was nothing. I just cut it out, instead focussing my ears on the soft rustling of pine needles in the wind and the gentle splashing of water nearby.

A lake, she had said.

A sequence of dull steps, muffled by the recently fallen snow, sounded just a few miles away. They were accompanied by a heartbeat, too fast for a human. A deer, I guessed. It was agitated, nervously stepping in place. It took me a second to figure out why.

There was a second set of heartbeats, heavier and more subdued than the deer’s. Predators. But no threat to us. Unlike the unfortunate deer, Alice and I were not in danger. At least for now.

I refocused my eyes on her face. A small crease had formed between her brows, reflecting the confusion that had mixed with her previous excitement. I swallowed drily, the sight of her innocent features reminding me of just how much I had to lose. Of just how reckless I had been when I let myself get sucked in by her enthusiasm.

“Don’t you think they might take offence to two unknown vampires crashing in one of their homes?” I asked.

She shook her head, still confident. Blinded by her visions, convinced that everything was okay. “They haven’t been here in ages, they won’t notice.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Unlike her, I wasn’t reassured by this assessment at all. “What if they do?”

“They won’t, Jasper. It’s all good, I’ve seen it. They’re not coming here.”

I tried my best to quench the frustration that was growing inside of me. But it became increasingly difficult. How could she be so blind? So naïve? She didn’t even entertain the possibility that she might be wrong. “But what if they still do? What if you don’t see it?”

 “They won’t and I will! I’m watching them,” she reaffirmed, her brows furrowing and arms crossing. There was a trace of annoyance in her voice, but her excitement still predominated.

The continued absence of concern baffled me, and I was about to call her out on it, when she suddenly added something that chased my mind in a different direction. “And the Denalis too, by the way. You have nothing to worry about.”

“The Denalis?” I echoed.

Her joy spiked and a wide smile returned to her face. Still no concern for her safety at all. It was killing me inside. “They’re this other coven of vegetarian vampires that live close by. You can think of them as Cousins to the Cullens. There’s three sisters—Tanya, Irina and Kate— and a pair, Carmen and Eleazar. Unfortunately, they are not here right now but—”

I stopped her, my voice now laced by the anger that had been boiling beneath my skin. I didn’t bother to keep it in. She should feel this. Finally realise, how grave the situation, she had just put us into, was. “Five! Five more vampires you haven’t told me about?!”

Alice staggered back as my emotions hit her. “I— It didn’t seem important.”

“You are telling me that we are settling in a house that belongs to a coven of five vampires who just so happen to be friends with another coven that lives close by. How can any of that not seem important to you?” I tried my best to keep it together, not lash out at her completely. I still had manners, after all. Though they were hanging by a string now.

My mind was racing, my eyes and ears scanning the area around us. Even with her talent, my skills, and the surprise on our side, we couldn’t take on five. Ten was certain death, even if I sacrificed myself to give her the chance to escape. Especially not, if one of them was a mind reader. And I had no idea what other talents or fighting experience these ‘cousins’ brought to the table.

We should run. The thought had crossed my mind before, but it was too late. Our scents were all over the clearing and the path that had led us here. The direct path. It had been foolish to run straight towards our destination. Even a newborn could figure out that we knew exactly where we were going. How could I have missed this?

If we ran now, they would be able to follow us. Come at us from the back. Unless… I tried to recall a map of the northern territories, figure out how long it would take us to reach the ocean. But all I could come up with was the maps Maria had. They never stretched farther north than Kansas.

“Not just vampires, Jasper. Our family. Our friends. I’ve seen Eleazar be a very good friend to you in the future,” Alice interrupted my thoughts.

“But we aren’t friends now!” I audibly blew out air in frustration as my legs started to pace. My mind was still racing, going through all the convoluted patterns we could run, trying to conceal our true destination. Making it seem like we just stumbled upon the clearing by chance. We might even have to split up. My heart dropped at the thought. No, I couldn’t leave her alone.

“But you will be, I’ve seen it hundreds of times. I don’t understand why you’re so angry.”

“Don’t you see how much you rely on your gift?!” I snapped. Keeping this conversation going, ensuring that no-one was creeping up on us, and trying to keep the brunt of my emotions from bulldozing over her was starting to take a toll on me. “What if it fails?”

“It won’t!” A determined flame sparked in her eyes, as her confusion turned into protest. Her stubbornness shone through as well but was immediately drowned in the whirlwind of emotions that was building between us. “I saw you, didn’t I?!”

“Yes, but what about the drunkard in Philadelphia? You said yourself that you should have seen it. But you didn’t. Just like you didn’t see me kiss you the other day either.”

Her resolve faltered for a moment but then she clenched her tiny fists and stared right back into my eyes. “Yes, but those were spur of the moment decisions and—”

“Coming across another vampire’s trail and deciding to follow it is a spur of the moment decision!”

Her brows furrowed and she threw her hands into the air. “FINE! I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know you cared so much.”

There was some remorse in her words, I could feel it. But it couldn’t calm me. Not as long as it was obvious that despite everything, she still didn’t grasp the jeopardy she had put us in. The pain that losing her would cause me. Mistakes always came at a price. And I was no longer able to pay the price for this one. “I do. I need to be prepared for situations like these. You cannot put us in danger like this!”

“This isn’t danger! We are family!” Her voice suddenly was unusually high-pitched.

I clenched my jaw. “We aren’t now. And I’m sorry to tell you this but other vampires usually don’t react friendly to seeing me.”

“But—”

“No ‘but’, Alice. You should have told me.” I was over this conversation. Her complete lack of regard for all of this infuriated me on a level that I hadn’t expected. And there was only one way I could stop myself from completely lashing out at her now.

“Where are you going?!” she shrieked as I turned away.

“Checking the perimeter. Making sure no-one is following us already.”

xxxx

Saying that I was going to check the area for threats was the closest I had come to lying to her. It took me almost half an hour and two unfortunate pines for my anger to finally calm down enough that I could think rationally again.

It was strange. I wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to feeling this strongly. No-one, even Maria, had ever made me so angry that I felt like punching a tree until it gave out and dropped to the ground. And here I was, staring at the dead roots of two of them.

Alice—

All it took was an innocent mistake. I knew she hadn’t purposefully kept the information from me. I sensed her remorse. But the remote possibility that this mistake could cost her life, alone, was enough to spark a rage like I had never experienced. Enough to bring forth fear that was stronger than that of a man staring into the eyes of certain death. I couldn’t lose her.

Still, it had been wrong to snap at her like that. To run out on her like that.

I sighed, pushing myself from the ground. Sitting around wouldn’t make this better. I needed to apologise. But first, I needed to make sure that it was safe. For both of us.

xxxx

Alice had been right. Of course, she had. There was no sign of any vampires, vegetarian or not, coming through these parts in the last weeks. We were safe here. At least for now. I would make my final decision later, after she’d told me everything she knew. After I’d apologised.

Night had fallen and thick snowflakes were dancing through the cold air by the time I returned to the house. There was no sign of Alice, and the bag that I had dropped before taking off was gone too. However, a faint trail of her flowery scent led me to the house, confirming that she was still here. She had just gone inside.

The entrance door creaked when I opened it and a faint layer of dust danced before my eyes. It was everywhere, on the floor, the stairs, the windowsills. She had been right on that account too. No one had been here in a very long time.

I followed her scent through the generous entrance hall and down two steps into the large living room. The furniture—two couches, a coffee table, and a grand piano—had been covered with white sheets. Dust gathered on them as well. And between all the white and grey, there was a small spot of yellow.

Alice’s dress had flared out on the ground. She sat totally still, her knees hugged to her chest and her chin resting on them. She was staring at an invisible spot on the floor in front of her.

I stopped, unsure if she was lost in a vision. If she had even noticed my arrival.

“I was worried you wouldn’t come back,” she eventually breathed, breaking my rigidity.

That had never been an option. Ever. “Did you see me running away?” I asked, approaching and eventually kneeling down in front of her.

“No. But I still worried.”

I sighed. Causing her pain was the last thing I wanted to do. “I’m sorry that I have worried you. That was never my intention.”

Her eyes lifted from the floor, meeting mine. Pure gold touching a slightly dirtier version of it.

I hesitantly held out a hand towards her. Relief washed over me as she took it, interlacing her perfect fingers with my scarred ones. I could still feel affection towards me, even though it was soiled by grief right now.

“I shouldn’t have run out on you like that, that was not fair. I’m sorry about that too.”

“It’s okay,” she replied. “I should have told you about all of this. It just didn’t occur to me, I was so excited for everything…”

I brought our hands to my lips and placed a kiss on the smooth back of hers. “I recognize that you’ve been on your own for almost 30 years, Alice. But you aren’t anymore. We are in this together now, and I need to know things like these. I need to prepare for them, so I can keep you safe.”

“Always protecting me,” she gushed, placing a kiss on my hand as well. 

The gesture was heartfelt, but beneath all the affection, I could sense a sliver of dismissal. She still didn’t understand. And I needed her to. This was important to me.

“I know that I can be overprotective due to the— experiences I had. But this isn’t it. This is just me being responsible. Not all vampires are like the Cullens. Actually, most of us don’t do well when meeting others. Especially, if they face someone that looks like me.”

“Dashingly handsome?” 

There was an innocent, teasing undertone in her voice, that would have probably made me chuckle if this conversation wasn’t so serious. If her life hadn’t been on the line. But it was. And she needed to realise it. Feel it. 

I pulled forth the memory of my most recent encounter with a nomad, remembering the terror and adrenaline that his life-preserving instincts pumped through his body just before he jumped me. And I drew on them now, passing everything on to Alice without a filter.

She gasped as the sentiments hit her and the entirety of her body tensed. Even her hold on my hand suddenly became very uncomfortable. 

“That’s what the last nomad I came upon felt when he saw me. That’s what they all feel when they see me, Alice” I explained, releasing her emotions from my influence. 

She swallowed drily before replying, still weary. I didn’t particularly like the tinge of fear that lingered on her but at the same time, I was pleased by the shift in her emotions. She was finally starting to understand. “What happened? With the nomad, I mean.”

“He attacked me. And I killed him.” 

I paused for a moment, but she didn’t react. 

“Unfortunately, that’s how most of these encounters end. You’ve got the advantage that your stature isn’t particularly alarming but most vampires would attack you too if they felt threatened. Like, for example, when they realise that you’ve been expecting them.”

Her eyes widened and her grip on my hand tightened. Unease, finally. I let her experience it for another few seconds, just to make sure she wouldn’t forget it. Then I took a hold of her emotions and removed all the darkness my words had sowed in her, gently placing another kiss on the back of her hand.

“I have experience with these things. I know how to keep us—how to keep you— safe. I just need you to trust me to do that.”

“I do,” she breathed, inching closer to me. “I promise, I’ll tell you everything from now on. Even the smallest details.”

I smiled, sensing how the emotional remnants of our fight slowly washed away.

“Just promise to tell me if I ever get on your nerves with my visions. I know they can be a lot.”

I chuckled, incidentally removing the insecurities that blossomed inside of her. “I don’t think that will happen any time soon, but I promise I’ll stop you if it gets too much.”

Her face lit up instantly. “Good!”

There she was again. That was the Alice I had fallen in love with.

“So, what are we going to do now?” 

I rose to my feet and pulled her up with me. “We’re safe here for now. So why don’t you show me around the house? I’m sure you know where everything is. And then, you could maybe start telling me about the Denalis?”

“Absolutely, I’d love that!”

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Recollections - Chapter 7

Recollections is a collection of interconnected OneShots that span Jasper's life with Alice. They are in the same continuity, but can be read as stand-alones.

You can also find this fanfiction AO3 or FF.net.

Summary: Alice's reaction to a victory, that has been a long time coming, leaves Jasper seeing her in a new light. One, that will change their partnership forever. Or: The one and only time, Jasper caught Alice by surprise [aka Alice and Jasper's first kiss].

Timeline for this chapter: This takes place pre-twilight, almost six months after Jasper and Alice met for the first time. They are currently living in a small cabin in the Canadian wilderness, where they are getting to know each other and their new situation better.

Word Count for this Chapter: 2'560

Trigger Warnings: none

Rating: PG

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April 25, 1949 - Fort George, QC.

I felt her come closer before hearing the shuffling of her bare feet on the wooden floor or the ruffling of her petticoat. To say that Alice was agitated was an understatement. She had been restless all day, switching between drawing, reading, and watching the Cullens every other hour, constantly staring at me. I could feel her gaze on me now, even without taking my eyes off the article. It was impossible to concentrate.

A floorboard creaked the moment her euphoria swept me up and carried away the last ounce of focus I had been able to preserve. I sighed and lowered the newspaper. There she was, standing just a few feet away, beaming at me. Her white teeth glistened in the receding sunlight. Without the constant pulses of excitement pouring from her body, the sheer width to which her grin stretched her mouth would have undoubtedly seemed creepy.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, unable to suppress the amusement in my voice. It was impossible to stay serious while her emotions jumped around in excitement like a young stallion out in the fields for the first time.

“No, I’m good. I was just wondering… What are you doing?”

I folded the newspaper, not wanting her to feel like she had anything less than my full attention. “Well, I was trying to read this article but then someone interrupted me.”

“How rude,” she giggled, still hesitant to get to the point. Not for long though, I could feel her impatience was amassing inside of her, seething just below her skin. All she needed was a little push and—

“I think you should leave for your hunt now.”

I raised an eyebrow. Sure, I had been thinking about going out, but my thirst was still bearable. I could probably make it until the morning. “I—“, I started but didn’t get far.

“You’ll come across a wolf just fifteen miles southeast of here if you leave now.”

My muscles immediately tensed in anticipation as they straightened out my back even more. Now she had my attention.

Hunting had been going well in the last few weeks. I didn’t fully understand why but somehow, knowing that this was the only way forward and actively choosing it myself, had re-invigorated my resolve. Drinking had gotten easier. It was still far from being pleasant but at least I didn’t feel like regurgitating the entirety of my insides after every sip.

I had managed to finish a snow fox the other day; a puny creature, half-starved to death. However, that didn’t detract from the accomplishment I felt. And I had been waiting to get my hands on a wolf ever since. It was time I corrected the shameful defeat I had incurred a few months back, on that first hunt just outside Philadelphia.

Alice smile widened even more, as I rose to my feet and handed her the newspaper. “He’s by the small creek.”

I nodded my head in a thankful gesture before pushing the wooden door open and running into the twilight-doused forest. Determination filled every cell of my body, and my mind was focused, sharp like it hadn’t been in a long time. This was nothing like the battles I had fought before and yet, it felt the same. And just like the newborn fights, I wasn’t going to lose this one.

xxxx

Finding the wolf was easy. Unlike that rainy day in October, I now knew exactly what I was looking for. I could smell him from miles away, hear the characteristic shuffling of paws and the irregular panting. He was alone, probably just travelling through, supposed to reunite with his pack a few miles further south. They would never see him again.

I crouched down as I approached; my eyes trained on the grey fur. His tongue was out, and his breath froze in front of his snout. He seemed tired but his ears were wide awake, quickly moving into different directions, eventually stopping in mine.

I leapt for him before he could take off, breaking his neck mid-flight.

When my feet landed on the frozen ground, his body had already gone limp in my arms and my fingers had found the dying pulse beneath his pelt. I laid it bare, carelessly discarding the handful of fur. My sheer force had taken the skin with it, and the foul smell of animal blood immediately attacked my nose. Even in death, he fought against me. But I wouldn’t be defeated. Not this time.

The first two sips were always the worst, violently assailing my tastebuds, spreading nausea, trying to convince my brain that this was wrong. That I should let go. But today, my will was stronger.

My senses numbed after a few seconds, and with every mouthful I forced down my throat, my confidence grew. Still, I could barely believe it when the blood stream started to thin out and eventually subsided.

Dazed, I let the carcass sink to the ground. Pride washed over me in a tidal wave, ecstasy and affection joined soon after.

I smiled. Of course, she had followed me. This must have been the reason for her previously inexplicable excitement.

“You did it!” Alice’s voice boomed through the forest, accompanied by the rustling of bushes and snapping of branches. She pushed on with no regard, a singular force indifferent to the destruction she caused as she rushed towards her target. She almost took me off my feet as she met me mid-air, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

“I knew you could do it! Oh Jasper, I’m so proud of you!”

The chuckle her reaction evoked got stuck in my throat as I suddenly felt the feather-light touch of her lips on my cheek. It burned me.

I froze, unable to react as she let go and dropped to the ground, curiously examining the carcass and chattering eagerly. I heard her but didn’t understand a word. The unexpected kiss she had planted on my cheek suddenly stopped the world from turning.

All my senses centred on her, and as her image moved closer and closer, it was as if I saw her for the very first time. I recognised her, and at the same time, I did not. She was still Alice, the strange golden-eyed companion I had unexpectedly found myself with six months ago. But she was so much more.

Her eyes still warmed me with their incomparable joy, but also pulled me into the depths of her very being. Enticingly beautiful, calling for me to come closer.

Her lips, though remaining small, suddenly seemed perfectly smooth and invitingly curved, begging for me to kiss them.

Her features still resembled a porcelain doll’s, while at the same time being more alluring than ever before.

Her body, as incomprehensibly tiny as it was, all of a sudden showed delicate curves that made my throat run dry. My hands itched, craving to touch her, to follow the exquisite shapes that nature had carved into her frame.

And her emotions—

There always was this obscure layer to them that I hadn’t been able to identify. I could now. It was as if a lever had switched inside my head, revealing a part of the world that it had kept from me. That I had kept from myself. Alice didn’t just care for me. She was deeply, passionately in love with me.

Uncountable instances suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. Innocent touches she had disguised as so inconsequential, that I hadn’t noticed her disappointment when I didn’t react. Didn’t reciprocate. Somehow, she had found happiness in what I was able to give, despite silently longing for another version of me. The Jasper, she had seen in her visions. The Jasper, that was more than just a companion. The Jasper, that truly was her mate.

I had seen her as many different things since that stormy day in Philadelphia; a threat, a madwoman, a future, a saviour, a companion. And while many of these still applied, I felt like I was finally seeing her as what she truly was. A woman in love.

And I wanted her to be mine.

xxxx

Alice kept chattering lively, oblivious to the hurricane raging in my mind. She pulled me along, scorching my hand with her touch and torturing my brain with the way her petticoat revealed her fair ankles with every step. I wondered if she felt what she was doing to me, unable to focus on something else than her for long enough to figure it out myself. 

At least her words started to get through to me again.

“I was thinking it might be time for us to move. The weather is getting warmer and it’s just a question of time before the first fishermen show up here,” she said, finally letting go of my hand and leaving me at the door as she moved over to the dinner table. I had to avert my eyes as she leaned forward, looking for a specific drawing.

She was back by my side before I could reign in my delirious thoughts.

“Here. What do you think?”

The painting showed a scenic view of a three-story house surrounded by trees. I couldn’t focus on it long enough to comprehend what she was trying to tell me with it.

Alice didn’t seem to notice, picking the drawing from my hands again, and dancing back to the table, infusing the whole room with her endless positivity. I just continued to stand by the door, dumbfoundedly marvelling at the sight before me.

By God, I loved this woman.

The sudden revelation took me by surprise, but it didn’t scare me. It felt just right. Like something, I had known for a long time but never really dared to admit before.

When I finally was able to shake my rigidity and get back some control over my body, Alice was already packing, gathering up the candles, old newspapers and magazines, and placing them into her leather bag.

I approached her, however she disappeared before my hand could reach her arm, returning a few seconds later with a pile of my discarded clothing. They went into the bag as well.

“Alice,” I started. My voice was hoarse, as if I hadn’t used it in ages. Well, I hadn’t. Not to say what I was about to say to her.

“Could you please go check if we still have—,” she broke off as she saw the look on my face.

She was so tiny, I had to lean down a good bit to be able to look her straight in the eyes. I tasted the emotions around her, sensing how confusion and surprise took her at the same time, pleased by the fact that she hadn’t seen this coming.

“I love you,” I breathed before finally pressing my lips down on hers.

Alice froze under my touch, just like I had under hers before. But unlike me, she recovered within a split-second, wrapping her arms around my neck, and pulling herself up my body. Kissing me back with such force that I could almost taste her thoughts. Finally.

I circled my arms around her waist, drawing her closer. The sheer force with which our emotions clashed and melted, reverberating off each other and multiplying in a convoluted thunderstorm, wiped my mind clear. All I could think about was her. Her exquisite body pressing against me, her hands desperately grabbing into my hair, and her lips brushing against mine, again and again. Never had I been more grateful for the fact that I didn’t have to breathe.

Her skirt rustled as she wrapped her legs around my torso, pushing herself up to my eye level. I straightened my neck, catching a quick glimpse of her eyes, half-closed and darkened by passion, before our lips reunited, and the world turned white again.

A woman’s virtue is priceless. And that’s why you always have to protect it, Jasper. Especially if you care about her.

My mother’s voice cut through the snowstorm of emotions whirling around us, freeing my mind for just long enough that I was able to separate from her. I carefully put her down on the ground before stumbling back a few steps, sorting through the jumbled mess of feelings in the room, trying to emotionally detangle her from me as well.

Alice looked at me with big golden eyes. I couldn’t sense that she was upset, everything was still too convoluted, but I could read the look on her face well enough.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked. Pain laced her words.

I was glad I couldn’t sense it, still sorting through the knots that were holding it back.

“Jasper?!”

I held up a finger, prompting her to wait for a moment. Give me the chance to work through the sentiments, regain my focus. It took a few seconds longer than I had expected. But then again, I couldn’t remember having faced an amalgamation of emotions as strong as this before. It was as if they refused to be torn apart. Just like I hadn’t wanted to separate from Alice. But I cared about her. It had to be done.

“I’m sorry Alice, but I can’t,” I said, finally having regained control over myself. “I cannot dishonour you like that. It’s not right.”

“Not right?!” she echoed. I could sense her hurt clearly now. And I hated it with every fibre of my being. “But I’m you’re mate! I love you. You said you love me! How can this be wrong?”

I couldn’t stand looking at her like this, her arms wrapped around herself as if she needed to physically hold her body together. My hand found hers instantly, pulling her into my chest and enveloping her in my arms. She didn’t protest, but her body was shaking. I had wounded her deeply but despite everything, I couldn’t regret it. I couldn’t be with her. Not yet.

I wished Peter was here. He’d probably have some much-needed insight on the subject.

“I—,” I started but immediately stopped again. Every explanation I came up with sounded incredibly foolish. These were human concepts, norms born of the religious idea that a man should commit his limited existence to one woman, and one woman only. Vow to honour, cherish, and protect her for the rest of his life. But I wasn’t human anymore, and Alice didn’t need my protection, despite me wanting to give it to her more than anything. And still, I somehow felt bound by the principles that my upbringing had instilled in me.

“I do love you. I just need a little more time,” I finally said. It was as bad an explanation as any, I knew. But at least it was honest. I needed time to figure this out. Find a way to be with her, without damning her soul—if vampires even still had one.

Her head moved slightly. She was nodding. I could feel the pain simmer away, as her beautiful positivity slowly seeped back in. It wasn’t long before she took a small step back, looking up at me with a smile on her face.

“Can I still get a kiss?” she asked.

I returned her smile and bowed down to meet her halfway. “As many as you want.”

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Beginnings

Request from @jessicanjpa : Want to write Alice and Jasper on the day they finally go to the Cullens?

Thank you so much for the request! I loved getting to imagine this.

Pairings: Jasper/Alice

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I’m not making any money from this nor do I own anything recognizable.

Word count: 2136

Warnings: None

Jasper grips his companion’s hand tightly and holds two suitcases in the other, reeling from anxiety. For her part, Alice radiates so much excitement that she’s nearly vibrating, yanking on Jasper’s arm in an effort to get him to speed up.

“Jasper, come on,” She begs, not sparing him a glance. “It’s nearly time!”

Jasper groans, pulling her to a stop. She regards him with confusion then, wondering why he’s delaying what is surely to her a momentous occasion.

“Alice, I do not think this is a good idea.”

He notices her spark of frustration, and immediately feels guilty. She’s been looking forward to this for decades, and he’s once again trying to pull her away from it. Though lacking Jasper’s ability, Alice notices his mood. She lays a gentle hand on his cheek, and he leans into the touch. It’s been so wonderful to be with her. For the longest time, the touch of another vampire meant death, but with Alice, it communicates safety and love.

“I know the idea of intentionally crossing into someone else’s territory is frightening. But I’ve gone through every scenario and I’m confident it’s going to be okay.”

Jasper squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them. He’s asked this before, and has been shot down many times. But it can’t hurt to ask again, maybe even beg, one last time. There’s always a chance she’ll agree.

But by her soft smile, she knows what he’s going to ask, and her answer hasn’t changed. Still, he makes the request, hoping against all hopes that she’ll see his side. “Please just stay here, and let me come get you when I know it’s safe.”

“It is safe, Jasper. I’ve seen them almost as long as I’ve seen you.”

When she sees that he plans to protest, she quickly pulls him down to the ground to sit with her. She prefers having conversations like this, when the height difference is minimized enough for her to look him in the eyes. “Only about ten percent of the original visions end in a fight. These new vampires are incredibly docile, compared to the ones you’ve encountered. And of that ten percent, the risk of fighting goes away almost completely if we arrive when the two main protectors of the coven aren’t home. That’s today, Jasper. We’ve picked the right time.”

She can see her logic having a slight calming effect on him, so she continues. While she knows there’s no way he’ll ever be completely comfortable with this choice, he’ll go through with it, if only for her sake. But she can also see, in the distant corner of her mind, all the contingencies Jasper’s working through. Plans that, if the meeting goes badly, have a good chance of getting he and Alice out alive. And while it does sadden her immensely that he feels the need to occupy his thoughts with such things, it makes her appreciate him all the more. When he says he’ll never allow harm to come to her, he means it.

“I’ve seen years into the future, my love. It all turns out okay. The seven of us become a family.”

Her longing for this is so apparent in the way she caresses the word with her voice that there’s no way for him to refuse. He can’t deny her one of the deepest desires of her heart without even giving it a try.

So with an exhale and a tired nod, Jasper stands, agreeing to accompany his love into the territory of these strange, unknown vampires.

Strange vampires, indeed. Because of their diet, the Cullen’s eyes would be gold, and Alice had insisted hers and Jaspers match. She believed the color of their eyes would further help put the Cullen’s at ease and make their first meeting all the more smooth. And while Jasper found animal blood to be woefully unsatisfying, he was ready to try anything that would make them safer during this unprecedented encounter.

Of course, there’s another side to that coin, one Jasper had debated extensively.

On one hand, attempting a diet of animal blood would communicate to the Cullen’s his and Alice’s willingness to truly integrate into their family. It would also show their intent for peace. It really could make the meeting go better. Should the meeting go south, however…well, Jasper would have preferred to be at peak strength. He can feel the animal blood in his system, and knows it depletes some of his vampiric capacity. And while it’s only a fraction, if it comes to a fight, that fraction could mean all the difference.

But Alice had foreseen his choice to cheat and begged him not to, insisting that gold eyes would make for a better meeting. And while Jasper wasn’t sure he entirely agreed, he weighed the options and surmised that, as long as the Cullen’s had been drinking animal blood too, all would be fine. The fact that they had survived purely off animals for decades while he had only begun recently works in his favor.

And, there’s the simple fact that he is confident in his ability to neutralize three untalented vampires before they could even think to move.

That truth acts as his anchor.

Because while Alice has the luxury of being excited and wistful, Jasper does not. He carries the burden of the what-ifs and always planning how to win that next fight. Which is fine, he’ll gladly bear that for the two of him, but it hangs over his head, tainting the exhilaration Alice feels so freely.

The pair crosses a nondescript tree line and the scent of five unknown vampires hits them square in the face. Instinctively, Jasper reaches for his love and holds her close, senses scanning the surrounding area for threats. Once again, Alice smiles softly and strokes his cheek.

“We won’t encounter them for another fifteen miles. This is just the edge of their territory.”

Still on edge, Jasper continues his run with Alice, speeding up just enough to run in front of her. He can feel her teasing annoyance and uses that light emotion to try and calm himself. He cannot show up to the house projecting tension. He needs to be in control of himself enough to keep everyone calm and docile.

When they’re nearly there, Alice brings them to a walk, foreseeing their slower pace having a slight positive impact on their interaction. Jasper holds Alice’s hand firmly, using his leverage to keep her partially hidden behind his frame. She allows it, but beams in excitement because the moment is finally here! She and Jasper are here, on the Cullen’s lawn, walking up to meet them.

On the front porch stand Carlisle, Esme, and Rosalie, just as Alice had seen it.

Jasper samples the emotional climate. For the most part, Alice is right. The emotions coming from Carlisle and Esme are open, hesitant, and curious, but not hostile. Rosalie is another story. She clenches her jaw tightly, feeling fury that nearly makes Jasper flinch. The anger is so strong, he almost misses her fear, but it becomes quite apparent. She’s scared, it makes her feel vulnerable, and that makes her mad. He understands it more than he would like to, and focuses his attention on calming her down.

“Hi,” Alice declares, her voice squeaky with excitement.

Carlisle responds with a smile of his own, though it’s not nearly as brilliant as Alice’s. “Hello, welcome to our home. My name is Carlisle Cullen. This is my wife, Esme, and our daughter, Rosalie. Our two sons, Edward and Emmett, will be home shortly.”

Jasper doesn’t miss the warning in the undertone of Carlisle’s words. Our protectors aren’t here now, but they could be back at any moment. It sets a tension in Jasper’s shoulders that he quickly tries to ease.

“I know,” Alice beams, pulling slightly against Jasper’s grip. It’s obvious that she wants to run into their arms. But for Jasper’s sake, she restrains herself. “I’m Alice, and this is my mate, Jasper. We’ve been so excited to meet you.”

Carlisle’s brow furrows. “Have you heard of us?”

“In a way,” Alice smiles with a far-off look, likely skimming through all her happy visions of our future with the Cullen’s. “I know this might be difficult to believe, but I can see the future. It’s what allowed me to find Jasper and what brought us to you now. The seven of us are going to be a family.”

Carlisle and Esme grin knowingly, and for some reason take Alice’s words without requiring further proof. Interesting, Jasper muses. He believed Alice because he could feel her honesty, but the Cullen’s have no such ability, at least, not that he’s aware of. What would make them accept this outlandish truth so easily?

Carlisle extends a hand towards the front door. “Would you like to come inside? I see you have bags.”

Alice giggles, making a move to accept his invitation. “I didn’t see you turning us away, so I thought it would be silly to make a trip back for our things. Where can we put them?”

Looking a little stunned but feeling only amusement and the beginnings of fondness, Esme reaches for the bags in Jasper’s hand. “I’ll put them in the spare room.”

Alice’s eyes glaze over, and Jasper quickly hands Esme the bags so he can tend to his vulnerable mate. When she’s having a vision, Jasper has to be extra diligent since some of Alice’s own senses are dulled. It’s a duty he takes very seriously. When she exits the vision, Alice smiles mischievously. “Is that the room with the West facing window? I see us settling in there.”

“Uh—no.” Esme looks bewildered. “That’s Edward’s room. The spare room faces east, I believe.”

Alice pushes into the house confidently, making her way towards the stairs as if she’s been here a thousand times before. “Don’t worry. Edward won’t mind.”

Jasper has no choice but to follow closely. He doesn’t like the angry one—Rosalie—being behind him, so he does his best to angle his body to keep an eye on Alice as well as the three new vampires.

To distract from a situation that is quickly becoming awkward, Carlisle brings the focus back to the newcomers rather than the fact that they’re currently moving into an occupied bedroom. “I see that your eyes are like ours. How long have you refrained from consuming human blood?”

Alice is too involved in rearranging furniture, so Jasper takes the question. “Alice has practiced sporadically for about thirty years. I started two years ago, but we’ve both only been consistently successful in the past few months.”

Carlisle nods, leaning against the doorframe. Nothing in his posture communicates a threat or the fear of attack. Jasper cannot comprehend being so relaxed. “Still, it’s admirable. Our lifestyle is not an easy one. We will be happy to help you both continue to grow in your self-control.”

Alice shoots Carlisle a grateful smile over her shoulder as she and Esme debate color schemes. Rosalie stands behind Carlisle in the hallway, grumbling. Like Jasper, she still doesn’t trust the strangers.

Alice’s eyes glaze over once more, and her excitement returns tenfold. “Emmett and Edward will be home soon! They caught our scents at the territory line and are racing home to make sure we’re not attacking the family.”

Not liking the lack of reaction to Alice’s terrifying words, Jasper sends a wave of urgency through the room. This spurs Esme to meet the men and prep them for what’s to come. Jasper hurries to Alice’s side and waits. His years of fighting come back to him, and he mentally maps out strategies that he desperately hopes won’t be necessary. Once Emmett and Edward arrive, Alice and Jasper’s odds of escaping decrease dramatically.

This is the test Jasper has been dreading.

Esme and the two new ones come to a halt in the bedroom.

Emmett’s eyes find Jasper—and his scars—immediately, and he wastes no time in jumping in front of Esme and Rosalie, teetering on the edge of a crouch. He’s ready for a fight. Jasper barely contains his growl and forces himself to send calming waves forward rather than the intimidation and fear he wishes to project. This is supposed to be a peaceful meeting, he reminds himself. Emmett’s emotions demure, but his posture does not relax. Like Jasper, he’s prepared, should the need arise for him to defend his family.

Disregarding Emmett and Jasper’s reactions, Alice catapults herself forward and throws herself into Edward’s arms, gripping him tightly in a hug.

Edward and Jasper let out similar strangled noises. But once Edward sees what’s in the small woman’s head, he breaks into a grin, laughing freely.

“Welcome to the family.”

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Parting

Request from @jessicanjpa: Another fic request if you'd like to do it: Alice and Jasper right after they "left" the Cullens when the Volturi were on their way in Breaking Dawn

A/n It’s been forever since I read Breaking Dawn, so sorry for any canon inaccuracies! I loved writing the angst in this. Thank you for the request! Remember everyone, requests are open :)

Pairing: Jasper/Alice

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I’m not making any money from this nor do I own anything recognizable

Word count: 493

Warnings: None

Jasper holds his wife’s hand, keeping careful monitor of her emotions.

She’s grieving.

Deep, cutting tendrils of despair weave through her entire body.

Is she grieving for the present or the future?

Maybe both at once.

He feels her resolve settle as she comes to a decision.

“It’s time.” Her voice is soft, barely audible to his ears. With heavy bones they stand, and he shoulders as much weight of this sadness as he can. Alice will be busy watching every possible outcome, chasing down every potential lead. The least he can do is keep the crushing sadness at bay.

Rather, he can try.

“Do you have the bag?”

Of course he does.

The bag has been packed, mocking them from its place under their bed, for the past two weeks. Still, he nods, holding it up for her to see. He knows she’s stalling. If they want to have even a chance at success, they need to follow her visions to the ’t’. So, with a gentle tug on her hand, Jasper leads Alice to the door, stopping briefly to place the note on the table by the entrance.

It takes them both a considerable amount of effort to cross the threshold.

Because really, what are the odds of them coming back?

Rather, what are the odds of them coming back to a complete family?

Alice hasn’t shared the exact calculation with him, but by her emotions, he knows it doesn’t look good.

But they’ve sworn to try.

As much as Jasper wants to hurry away with his love, run to the safety of a far off place, he knows that’s not going to happen. There was a time when, despite Alice’s certainty that he wouldn’t succeed, he would have thrown her over his shoulder and ran off anyway. But after living with the Cullen’s for the past sixty-five years, he is a changed man.

He knows he will willingly go down with his family.

And he also knows, as much as he wishes it weren’t true, that Alice will follow him to the grave.

The door of Edward and Bella’s cottage pulls him from his woeful thoughts and back to an equally grim reality.

Alice releases his hand and flits into the house, quickly going about her business. She’s leaving clues for Bella—and Bella only. Even Jasper doesn’t know what these clues entail. As much as he hates being in the dark, he knows it’s safer for everyone if the intricacies of Alice’s plan rest in as few heads as possible, especially with Edward around.

Alice returns, falling into his waiting arms, longing and emotional exhaustion seeping out of her. “We don’t even get to say a real goodbye.”

Jasper rubs her back, looking to comfort her as well as himself. In all this, he still has Alice. “I know, Darlin’.”

They take a final moment to breathe in the familiar scent of their home, then race away.

The clock is ticking.

And they cannot fail.

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FANFICS MASTERLIST - ALL DAYS - TUMBLR

Find bellow the cut the links to all fanfics posted for Jalice Week on Tumblr. If your fic is not listed here, we might have missed it. Make sure you message us, so we can list it below, new works will be added as they come. Find our Ao3 fanfic masterlist here.

DAY 1 - HUMAN/VAMPIRE

Against A Wall (pt 1) by goldeneyedgirl

Edge Of It All by flowerslut

Human/Vampire by gashousegables

DAY 2 - SOULMATE AU

Soulmates by gashousegables

The Corpse’s Bride by flowerslut

Untitled by goldeneyedgirl

DAY 3 - CANON GAPFILLERS

Getting To Know You by bonjour-rainycity

Before We Go Backwards by flowerslut

Canon Gapfiller by gashousegables

DAY 4 - DOMESTIC BLISS

One Fell Swoop by flowerslut

DAY 5 - ANGEL/DEMON

The Devil In Disguise by tauntingdragons

Edge Of It All (pt 2) by flowerslut

Afterglow by goldeneyedgirl

DAY 6 - REINCARNATION (TOGETHER EVERY ERA)

To Be Alive by flowerslut

DAY 7 - YEEHAW/SHERIFF/WESTERN

Another Night by flowerslut

Love & Duty by goldeneyedgirl

BONUS DAY - QUARANTINE

Untitled by goldeneyedgirl