the water engulfed without a moon to reflect. Ashes from desperate cries left burning magnesium through the rues. Starry hands sought the earth, and withdrew as if scalded, scorned whispers echoing through the lifeless home. The heavens grieved and stroked the rivers of fire, flowing ever so serenely now, sobbed harder and washed off memories to a place better deserved. the once bright lanterns, the sole conspirators of curtained stages, no longer remained diminished but choked underneath the clouds. The repressing haze, one which burned your breath, dissipated under the violent fog. The deep violet skies rumbled, quiet in regret, flooded the builds again and again, till life grew anew. The rushing sound never ceased, till the scorched red cleared the ruins brown, till the crushed whispers smelt home. Eventually, a blue, much like your eyes emerged through the tar clouds, and the broken hands gave way to crawling flowers. Amidst the drenched rubble, the soft footsteps of a lone writer remained as lone witness to Pompeii's apology.
Words: 29,726
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rated: Mature
Pairing: Alice + Jasper
Summary: What happened to Alice and Jasper when their paths first crossed in that stormy night in Philadelphia? What were the trails they rode in two years before joining the Cullen clan? It all began on that first rainy day, she had been waiting for him long enough, and he was finding what he had been blindly searching for.
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The scent of moist grass bore the entire forest when the tempest inched down in the area their cabin was located; humming of birds an overpowering sound over the thin drops still falling from the trees. All was peaceful, so still and quiet after a storm. It was likewise the most vulnerable of times, for it was when predators struck.
Alice and Jasper, the deadliest two in those woods, sped through the trees side by side, tracking their prey. She located hers first, taking a turn Jasper wasn't anticipating. He understood she had to do her thing to quell the hunger hounding her ever since their conversation about the slip.
Jasper wasn't exactly hungry, but he followed Alice's advice and feeding anyway. Because he felt satiated—and on some level even stuffed with blood—he wasn't quartering all that effort. Jasper did snatch a bear that had been at clear range and fed from it until he couldn't anymore. Alice was a few meters from him, and he observed when she raced to another quarry, jumping a second creature.
He felt overwhelmed from the bear and sat to wait for his mate to finish up. While there, Jasper examined Alice in her element, ambushing the animal and snapping its head before she could feed from it. He considered how humane it was that she was killing it before feeding, so it wouldn't suffer. It made Jasper wonder if she had the same means when feeding from humans.
Alice would make an extraordinary hunter, in his opinion. For a vampire who had a forthcoming all on her own, misplaced in eternity, she grasped a lot. Had she been tutored, Alice would have made an impressive soldier as well—not that it was a fate Jasper coveted for her. Jasper desired to keep her away from any kind of confrontation.
Patrolling her so closely, that sweet angel she was, Jasper could understand all the appeal of spending immortality with that woman. Admittedly, he didn't quite see himself walking away from her—even in the brief time they had been together. But if there was something Jasper knew was that circumstances, and people, could change—particularly when one had eternity. He knew the emotions they shared were noble, serious, and real. Jasper had spent too long of a time in an uproar; he couldn't be positive of what that sublime sensation was. He'd been accustomed to different types of love; if this was it, there was still a lot to be determined about it. But then again, they had time—something humans lacked.
When Alice joined him, Jasper beamed, extending a hand for her to follow him at the top of the rock, overseeing the forest. She rested beside him silently.
"Only one bear?" Alice commented after a moment, noticing the animal not too far from them.
"I'm still feeling quite full," he explained with a faint smile.
"It's natural. When you begin feeling hungry again, we should positively hunt right away," Alice encouraged. The twist on Jasper's expression made her glare in more seriousness. "What is it?"
He shook his head, deciding to trail it off, but her eyes were resolute. "I'm still adjusting to the tang . It's nothing, honestly."
"It's different, I know." Alice pulled her legs up toward her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she contemplated the sky.
"Can I admit something?"
She deduced his eyes had been on her as she signed after shifting to find his gaze. Although Jasper assumed she knew, it came as a shock to Alice when he spoke. "I don't particularly enjoy the diet."
"Oh."
"I thought you would know." Jasper abruptly stared, baffled.
"Well, it's not so much of a decision but rather an inclination. I probably had no time to see if you only just decided to tell me," Alice explained, and he nodded, confirming her suspicion. "Why don't you like it?"
Jasper immediately sensed the sign of disappointment that Alice was striving to conceal from him. As they spent time together, she had been reading more and more into his gifts. Being an empath, Jasper had learned feelings weren't set in stone—like Alice's visions, they could change and be changed. The culmination between him and Maria had explicitly been how great she became on manipulating him. The contrast was his previous partner never sought to hide things to spare him, which he could tell was what Alice was doing now.
The idea of disappointing her troubled Jasper; he hesitated thinking about his response to that puzzle. "You have to admit it's distasteful, especially compared with what I've been used to."
Alice nods, to that much she could recognize. It wasn't as lascivious as drinking from humans, but she preferred it over the baggage that came with slaughter.
"And I did just feed from one or two," Jasper reminded.
"I guess you're not wrong."
"Yet, you're disappointed." Usually, he'd divert from the topic, but Jasper carried on. He cared about Alice; he desired things to strive between them. He had seen with eternity that it took effort for relationships to endure, not just physical attraction—to which they had in abundance.
"I'm not."
"Alice." He peered at her, brow raised and a delightful grin.
"I know, I know. You feel everything ." Her annoyed huffing told Jasper maybe Alice did want to escape the conversation, but he didn't cave. "I hoped this was more natural to you as it was for me. I'm not blaming you," she was quick to clarify, glancing up at him. "I don't relish on your suffering."
"I'm not."
Alice had difficulty hiding her shock.
"It does pain me when it's occurring, afterward not so much. It's our primary drive we're fighting against here, after all," he reminded her. Alice felt genuinely bothered this time, he missed the moment it had flipped, but he sure caught the emotion later.
Alice had to remind herself she was sentencing Jasper for a future him that she had seen, one that would not come to be if Alice kept ramming his boundaries. She knew the consequence of that; it wasn't a pleasant one. Her aid would be crucial to him and to them.
With that in mind and the wave of reassurance charging toward her, Alice gave Jasper a brief nod.
"I guess I pushed you too hard, too fast, I'm sorry," Alice said. He wasn't expecting an apology, so Jasper just signed. "Maybe we can come up with a different plan. If you still crave to feed from humans every other time, we could make the shift smoother."
"Looking the other way would upset you." Jasper didn't question; he somehow knew that to be inevitable. "That is the last thing I want to do."
"It wouldn't—Well, all right, maybe a little. But it would also help you, I can see it. And in the long run, that will be important," Alice explained as she sat up straight, hand stretching to hold his. "And that is all that I want, Jazz."
She had seen him through so much twinge, an avalanche of torturous agony, now Alice wished that he could have a more peaceful existence. Preferably by her side.
Back in the cabin, Alice busied with arranging the bedroom. She had seen the deliveries arrive in a few minutes, and having the area unblocked would have them out flying. It wasn't so much worry for Jasper being around them—as she planned to send him off when they arrived—Alice wanted to get this finished and fixed; their life ordered and following on track.
Jasper sat nearby, reading a book about the first war, when her eyes shot up and halted. He faded off her sight, and all too fast, Alice saw big and bloody eyes. She wasn't positive who they belonged to, but they were liquid fresh, glistering with death. It uttered her panic immediately, agonized over what Jasper was bound to do. Was she judging him, though? Alive thought to herself, h ow could she know it was him if all she'd seen were eyes, vivid and sharp red.
Squinting back to her senses, she focused on Jasper, now standing in front of her. A guarding arm around her and the other squeezing her hand. She vaguely caught his voice in the background, as if it calling her from a distance and not right next to her ear.
"What did you see?" he insisted. "Alice. What did you see?"
Alice understood his distress was over her alarm when he sent a surge of serenity toward her.
"It's nothing." Alice shook her head softly and fixed a smile over at Jasper, who frowned, unconvinced. "I'm not sure yet. It was a swift flash." That much was true. Alice had no notion what it implied or why it had shown up to her, but it did, and the concern was indisputable.
"Why did it disturb you so much?"
She lamented, inclining up to peck his lips. "Sometimes they simply do, don't agonize about it too much," Alice promises, and Jasper nods.
Resuming her clean up, Alice ventured to occupy Jasper's attention with small chatting. She had great ideas for their bedroom. The larger frame arriving would eat up some of the space, but Alice still wished to make it homey.
Jasper had joined in assisting her and proposed that they get rid of the nightstands—there wasn't really a point when they didn't truly sleep. He'd argued they could store the items there in the office next door, since he didn't actually have that many things to keep.
"We'll get you books and memorabilia and trinkets," Alice said sweetly, skipping to meet him on the other side of the room; her arms enveloped around his neck; nose nuzzling his cheek when he hoisted her off the floor.
"I don't need any of those." His tone was soft, planting a peck on her lips when he turned his face to her, praising the delicacy in her beauty. All he needed was there, his whole world.
"Well, there must be something we can get you, Major Whitlock." She grinned, smoothing her lips to his again.
"I did enjoy that game we played the other day."
"Chess?" Alice raised a brow, but she wasn't really surprised. She'd had many visions of Jasper and their future brother Emmett, both men sitting across from each other in a light and open living room, an elaborate game of chess in front of them.
"It's very strategic. I like the nature of it," Jasper explained and Alice nodded rapidly.
"We could get a nice set, something that—" Alice couldn't finish her words as another strong vision clouded her senses.
There were two bodies on the floor, looking lifeless, drained of all blood. The soft pink of the cheeks had disappeared to give place to a mauve, almost pale purple on their faces. The two men had their throats completely dilacerated, the only last specks that remained of blood smeared across their necks.
A sloppy affair, the way their flesh had been pierced. Positively done by someone with greed and lack of control—almost as a feral newborn damage in their naive frenzy. It was gruesome; the desperation petrified in their eyes said too much of the pain they had endured.
Alice felt hunger in her vision, of whoever had done it. The intensity of the emotion so palpable felt almost as if it was her own.
Her eyes shifted from the bodies to the shadow standing out the light, but before she could discern the face of the predator, she was back to her senses.
"Alice." Jasper was shaking her now—because he didn't think she could get more startled and pale, but it seemed the nightmare drained the rest of life off her. When he was so worried, it was arduous to stay focused and not wave all his concern, and she slumped in the feeling of his fear for a second, for she too was in thorough desperation.
"What's happening, Alice?" He yanked back the worry to expand tranquillity, and Alice was finally able to breathe, staring at him with a frown.
"I saw two men… Dead… Here." She was working to make up what had happened and how it occurred.
Jasper was about to protest and hold her back in the present, but her eyes drifted off again in search of answers.
"Tell me, what do you see?" He directed this time, an arm still clutching her steady, and his emotions still flooding sheer peace.
Alice focused.
The men were nothing but a pile of flesh now, on top of each other, tossed there already dead. A figure crawled in the corner, but it was too dark; she couldn't see their face. Instead, she searched the men, inspected their faces.
"They're older…" She whispered quietly, eyes still on the sight.
"Very well. Do we know them?"
"I can't tell—"
She couldn't see them too well, their frightened petrification and mutilation of the throats making them look disfigured, nearly unrecognizable. Alice inspected the wounds closely. They seemed different, like they had been done by various vampires—or at separate times.
"The bites are different. One is bigger, sloppier," she told him.
"What else is there?" Jasper continued to guide her through, his fingers smoothing down her spine as other relaxing strings caught her perfectly.
Alice could sense the headache building, having to seek for the minor details in a vision that felt so terrifying. She stared closer at the bodies, trying to get any evidence of who they could be. Then a voice, in the vision, hindered her investigation.
"We have to go, we must leave," a female voice called out.
"We'll deal with this," the male voice sounded firm. When Alice peered around for the source, she saw it coming from outside. Like a voyer of the conversation, Alice approached the front door with care—as if the people in the vision could see her.
There was a vase, one of her favorite, shattered near the door, and a pool of blood. She assumed the source of it all, working to resolve the puzzle.
"Last time, nothing happened," the man said.
"Not this time."
"What have you seen, Alice?"
She saw herself and Jasper outside, both with their backs to the door, where she watched the vision roll out.
"Please trust me, we can't stay, Jazz. At least not for long."
"We'll fix this. I'm sorry—"
"Don't. It's all right."
Alice allowed out a breath, looking at Jasper when the vision vanished, and she faded back.
"I think you killed them," she said with a lump on her throat.
Jasper drew back almost instantly, and she felt the pain dripping from him. Desperate to comfort him, Alice reached out for his hand, not allowing Jasper to get distant now. It hadn't happened, and she always believed things could be prevented—even when the vision looked so solid.
"Jazz."
"Perhaps I should go."
"No!" Alice pleaded, tugging him toward her. He reacted to her need for his presence, steadily sinking into her pull with a nod. He wouldn't go; he wanted to stay and not kill . "Maybe we can still change it."
Jasper agreed, waiting for her frown to relax. Alice searched the visions again, looking back into the images that had shown up, for details she could have missed; his hands were on her again, soothing and protecting.
"Tell me what you find," Jasper encouraged quietly into her ear.
Jasper pulled back from her and nodded, briefly leaning in to peck her forehead.
"I'll be out back," he proposed encouragingly. He would be far, but just enough so that he could calm her down still. Jasper was gone in seconds. Alice strolled to the door, opening to greet the two men with the brightest smile, feeling the waves Jasper was still conveying her way.
"Good afternoon, Miss," one of the men, the one that had aided her at the store, greeted. He bowed softly, still clearly mesmerized by her appearances, like all people were. The other one, a taller guy with not much of a patience, smiled briefly but also did give Alice a second look.
"Afternoon," Alice inclined her head briefly and made space for the frame.
"Where should we put it?"
The men eyed the narrow steps with painful gazes and Alice swung her head instantly. She wanted them out of there as fast as possible anyhow.
"You may leave it here. My husband can get it upstairs later. We're still fixing some things there," Alice explained casually.
They were quick to nod, and the taller one handed Alice a paper to sign. She scribbled far too quickly, not minding it too much. Alice turned around on her ankles after she was given a copy and the movement accidentally knocked down a vase. Typically she would have sped to save it, but in the humans' presence, she let the object drop to the floor and shred to pieces.
She came back too quickly with a gasp and looked up at Jasper.
"It's the delivery!"
On queue, the doorbell rang on their house, and Alice watched, helplessly, the entire vision unfold in her mind just a millisecond before it all occurred.
Everything happened extremely fast. The smaller guy reached for the vase pieces and so did Alice.
"Oh please, don't worry about that." Alice dismissed, attempting to collect the remains on her own, but the man was persistent.
"It's all right, Miss!"
In a very brief second, he captured a crack with too much enthusiasm, unbeknownst to him that his excitement to help would be his downfall. The cut was deep enough to quickly pool blood on his hand; for Alice's eyes to grow black just as fast. The animal in her awoke and all the delicacy and the self-restraint in her wouldn't be enough to hold it back—like that time she had murdered her work friend or the time before where a late night walker didn't stand a chance.
She wasn't Alice anymore. She was nothing but a vampire—eager for human blood—when she snapped the short man's neck, and her teeth carved his jugular. The warmth of the blood undertook her entire body, satisfying a thirst of far too long . When her eyes opened up again, they darted up to the taller man, abruptly terrified by the turn of events. He would scream, but Jasper emerged in front of him before Alice could reach her next pray.
The feral beast hissed at her mate.
"I'll take him, the other is still alive and he'll turn if you don't finish him," Jasper said coldly, strategic. Only then Alice grew aware of the grunts of agony.
She briefly saw Jasper snap the other man out before she returned to her victim.
When there was no more life to down, Alice stood up, mouth dripping with blood and her eyes two piercing rubies.
I just got up to date on this Jalice fanfiction, and I absolutely love it so far! I knew I wanted to do an aesthetic board, but the further in I got the more ideas I had, so I ended up with 3, hahaha. The author is the amazing @tragicallywicked. Go read it! https://archiveofourown.org/works/26293915/chapters/64018600
What happened to Alice and Jasper when their paths first crossed in that stormy night in Philadelphia? What were the trails they rode in two years before joining the Cullen clan? It all began in that first rainy day, she had been waiting for him long enough, and he was finding what he had been blindly searching for.
Words: 26,562
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rated: Explicit
Pairing: Alice + Jasper
Summary: What happened to Alice and Jasper when their paths first crossed in that stormy night in Philadelphia? What were the trails they rode in two years before joining the Cullen clan? It all began on that first rainy day, she had been waiting for him long enough, and he was finding what he had been blindly searching for.
Jasper hadn’t cried in almost a century, but he recalled distinguishably the last time. Unexpectedly, it wasn’t during his transformation to the beast he was now. The bite and the venom had caused excruciating pain, but he hadn’t cried. Jasper endured every second until it was over because it was a different kind of pain that could make him cry.
The last time had been in Texas, he was already serving the war when it happened. He had been assigned another evacuation detail, already a Major, and he went off on his horse to get the city cleared before the battles and the invasions. Jasper had hopped off the steed to aid a family in need, the mother had four children with her—a teenage girl, a seven-year-old boy, and twin babies. She could barely hold herself together, the woman was injured, bleeding. The oldest child had informed Jasper she was losing yet another baby. She had to be taken to a hospital fast, or else she wouldn’t make it. He told the girl to take care of her siblings and wait for him there. The mother protested but they all thought it was the best idea. He rushed her to the next town so she would be under medical care, and she was fine from what Jasper learned later on. But he didn’t make it to the children fast enough. He found them all later, but it was too late.
He had never before failed any of his missions to evacuate the cities. Jasper was good at his job, but he had failed that family. In one day a mother had lost all of her children, and he blamed himself for not doing them better, for not thinking that plan through.
That night he cried himself to sleep, questioning his own purposes and what war had brought upon people. What was the point of fighting? He couldn’t answer that question, he just knew he didn’t want to aid any further deaths. Jasper wanted to protect people.
A week after that he was turned, and he killed more in his first years than he did his entire life.
Words: 14,694
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rated: M
Pairing: Alice + Jasper
Summary: What happened to Alice and Jasper when their paths first crossed in that stormy night in Philadelphia? What were the trails they rode in two years before joining the Cullen clan? It all began on that first rainy day, she had been waiting for him long enough, and he was finding what he had been blindly searching for.
"I don't know where to begin," Jasper admitted.
"How did you become a vampire?"
...
She was the most magnificent creature Jasper had ever seen in this unending eternity. The peace she brought him and the happiness she continuously illuminated were addictive to Jasper. Especially after he had been profusely stuck in sensations so dissimilar from those.
Words: 21,707
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rated: Explicit
Pairing: Alice + Jasper
Summary: What happened to Alice and Jasper when their paths first crossed in that stormy night in Philadelphia? What were the trails they rode in two years before joining the Cullen clan? It all began on that first rainy day, she had been waiting for him long enough, and he was finding what he had been blindly searching for.
Words: 10,972
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rated: M
Pairing: Alice + Jasper
Summary: What happened to Alice and Jasper when their paths first crossed in that stormy night in Philadelphia? What were the trails they rode in two years before joining the Cullen clan? It all began in that first rainy day, she had been waiting for him long enough, and he was finding what he had been blindly searching for.
Alice's untarnished bliss dwelled across her features as all that ever involved Jasper did. He was her personal craving for so long that all felt as still a dream. Sharing each emotion that he had ever induced in her, with an open soul, felt sublime.
...
Jasper had never felt so wholly connected to another living or dead soul like Alice had just done. It wasn't the simple fact he could go into the depth of her emotions but the truth behind them. He understood then their tie surpassed anything he had ever witnessed or endured in over a hundred years. The twitching pull her presence had, the peace her sentiments brought him, and the welcome always found in her eyes were forever to be cherished by Jasper. He knew then that he would eternally do anything to protect her. There was no longer the feasibility of him walking away. Alice saw that too.
