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Post by Alice Swan on Jun 8, 2009 15:36:47 GMT -5
Alice frowned. She'd met Jasper Hale today, the one she'd been waiting seventeed years to finally meet. He was far more gorgeous than her visions had led her to believe, and she couldn't help but feel aggitated with herself for telling him about herself. She'd sworn before she'd ever arrived in Forks that she would tell no one - absolutely NO ONE - her secret, and she had told him in a matter of hours. They'd talked about anything but what she really wanted to know: Who was he? Jasper had seemed determined to keep the subject from his history, asking her questions about her visions and commenting on the drawings she'd had of him. And when she'd reached one of the most important questions she had for him, the bell - rather conveniently - rang, and Jasper ran off with nothing more than a "see you later" kind of goodbye.
Alice sighed, entering her bedroom and setting her things down beside her bed. Dinner was nice with Charlie, but, like everything with that man, it was awkward. She walked over to her computer, glad that she had booted it up this morning. Now it was good and ready to be used at Alice's disposal. She had several messages from her mother, each one more irritable than the last. Chuckling quietly to herself, she replied calmly, Mom, sorry I haven't had time to write. School was great, and I'll call you soon. Love you lots, Alice.
Sighing once more, she hit send. She knew her mother would hate the short replies, but she would call sooner or later, and Alice would gladly go into detail everything her mother wanted to know. She missed her mother, missed Pheonix, but now that she saw Jasper, she had something that could keep her mind off of these worries.
With nothing better to do, now that it was dark, Alice grabbed her pajamas and hopped into the shower. The warm water relaxed her, warming her frozen skin. When would she ever get used to the climate here?
Alice emerged from the shower, quickly getting dressed, hardly bothering to do anything with her hair other than brush it. It would air dry soon enough. Exhausted, Alice turned out the light, slowly climbing into the soft, warm cacoon that was her bed. As her head hit the pillow, Alice fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 8, 2009 16:13:31 GMT -5
Jasper sighed, looking at the picture of himself, again. He had every little detail memorized, but every time he flipped it over to read his little note, he would find one more new detail when he flipped it back. His entire family had been slightly angry at him for becoming so connected to Alice. Well, everybody but Carlisle and Esme, that is. Carlisle just listened and offered advice whenever his siblings weren’t talking, and Esme seemed overjoyed that Jasper finally found someone special to him. And that was true. Alice was special to him, very special. Of course, telling her that was easier said than done.
With a sigh Jasper easily exited the house, wanting to get away from his family all in all. He had nowhere to go, and Alice was the only thing on his mind. Without really paying attention to what he was doing Jasper ran to her house, climbing in through her window. He could hear the TV below, and the uneven breathing of Charlie. He wasn’t sleeping. If he had been sleeping his breath would’ve been even and perhaps he would even be snoring. Though she wasn’t snoring, Alice’s breath was even and she appeared to be in a peaceful sleep. Jasper could only hope her sleep was peaceful.
She looked like an angel asleep. Her eyes shut lightly, lips slightly parted. Her hair was still wet, air drying. Jasper rested his back against the wall, staring at her. It was hard for him to resist moving to her side, laying beside her but he did resist. She didn’t need to know he was there. No, she definitely didn’t need to know that.
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Post by Alice Swan on Jun 8, 2009 16:41:10 GMT -5
[[OOC: Alice dreams in first person, so....]]
I am in the woods. It's dark, but not yet night. Twilight. It is very quiet, very peaceful here. I don't know where I am, or what will happen. All I know is to be expectant. To wait. There is a noise, a silent protest of plastic against wood. That's strange, there is no plastic here in the woods. I turn around, smiling when I see him. "Jasper," I sigh, walking towards him, my arms winding around his neck...
Alice rolled over, laying down in the opposite direction as she had before. "Jasper." The name was released in a sigh, and she pulled her pillow closer to her, hugging it to herself. She sighed once more, and the dream continued.
He says nothing, merely wraps his arms around my waist, his hands resting at the small of my back. I laugh quietly. "What are you doing here, baby?" I ask, pushing the hair away from his eyes, glad to see the golden glow directly in my line of vision. He's wearing strange clothes, I note, as I take all of him in. They look almost 1920's retro, but I dismiss it as quickly as I notice it. Jasper's eyes shoot away from mine, and I find that I miss it. He looks straight ahead, and I follow his example, following his gaze until I see a beautiful house, five people standing just outside the house, another staring out the window of the large, two-story home, straight at us. "Where are we?" I ask, stepping away from him reluctantly as I take in the scene before me...
Alice laughed quietly in her sleep, "What are you doing here, baby?" Her voice asked, her breathing still even. Her head turned toward's Jasper's figure, rolling over again until she lay on her back. Her legs tangled in the sheets, arms splayed across the bed, her quiet, clear voice demanded the quiet room, "Where are we?"
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 8, 2009 18:07:59 GMT -5
Jasper smiled and watched Alice roll over in another directon. "Jasper." she murmured and Jasper immediately froze. Did she know he was there, watching her? However her breathing was still even, and she pulled the pillow slightly closer to her tiny frame. Sleep talking. This was bound to be interesting. And she had said his name, so it had to do with him no doubt. Was it good or bad?
"What are you doing here, baby?" her voice was slightly muffled with a light laugh. Jasper found himself completely and utterly in love with her again. Damn it, why did she have to be mortal? He was finding it hard not to go sit next to her, to touch her angel of a face, but that would be a mistake. Then she would know he was there and that would mean he'd have to explain why he was there.
"Where are we?" she said and Jasper merely stood there staring at her. She rolled over facing him now, and Jasper could merely stare at her. She looked all the more like an angel asleep, being relaxed and simply breathtaking. She was sprawled out across the bed, completely tangled with the sheets. He resisted the urge to even move as he watched her, trying hard not to laugh at her beauty.
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Post by Alice Swan on Jun 8, 2009 18:45:52 GMT -5
He remains silent. I turn to gaze at him curiously. Why was he so quiet? He usually talks to me non-stop in my dreams, and I want to hear his lovely voice again. He walks right past me, towards the house. He seems drawn to it, entranced by it. His eyes flicker strange colors, from gold to brown, black, and I try to stifle a gasp when I see his eyes glow a brilliant shade of crimson. The others are shocked when they see him, their eyes wide. They don't notice me; I am never noticed in these dreams. "Who are you?" The pretty blonde demands, and I scowl at the venom in her voice. Another male, not nearly as tall as Jasper, but slightly muscular, with light, bronze hair. "Jasper Whitlock," the man replies for him. "Whitlock?" I frown, my eyebrows scrunching together as I try to get the story straight. What was happening?
Alice scowled in her sleep, her body tensing slightly in anger. Her tiny form seemed to take up only a small portion of the twin-sized bed, her head now turned towards the door. Footsteps sounded from below, thudding as they hit each step on the stairs. A moment later, her bedroom door was opened, and Charlie peered inside. He smiled, slowly exiting the room and closing the door before finally going to bed himself. Alice frowned as the door clicked shut. "Whitlock?" She demanded in her sleep, her eyebrows furrowing above her eyes.
"He's fascinated by us," another man observes, staring at Jasper with an interested look in his eyes. This man is as tall as the bronze-haired boy, but his hair is a fair golden color, much like that of his eyes. He looks maybe ten years older than Jasper, maybe fifteen, all I know is that the man is not yet thirty. The woman beside him is small and delicate, with flowing brown hair and a loving face. "He does not wish to feed on humans, but he does not know how," the bronze-haired male states. Feed off of...humans?! "He's heard of the 'Yellow Eyes' but has never met one. He wished to find help." I want to go to Jasper, to comfort him, to talk to him, but I can't. He no longer sees me; only the others. And suddenly, the dream changes, becomes something dark and frightening....
Alice began to grow restless, tossing and turning. Her face broke out in a cold sweat, tangled legs altogether too warm. She kicked the sheet off of herself muttering, "Too hot."
"My, my, what do we have here?" A deep male voice asks. He is tall, with pale - african american - skin and bright, crimson eyes. There is a slight french accent to his voice, and it sounds deadly to my ears. I feel alone, scared. The man's hand reaches up merely to rest at my neck, yet I want to scream, to run, but I know it will do no good. He is fast; he will catch me. Jasper isn't here, he's gone. I'm all alone. "Jasper."
"Jasper," the name comes out in a frightened whimper, her hands clutching at nothing but the bed sheets, her heart pounding erratically. Make it stop, make it stop, Alice silently begged, but the dream continued. It was too hot, much, much too hot....
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 8, 2009 19:11:23 GMT -5
Jasper could only watch as Alice scowled. What was she scowling about? Moments earlier her dream had been peaceful and lovely, but now she was scowling at it? Her form was small, scrunched up into one little portion of the already tiny bed. Her head was towards the door, and Jasper couldn't be sure if she was still scowling or not.
Footsteps could be heard below, along with the TV no longer talking. Jasper immediately went into the closet, knowing it was the best place to hide for now. The door opened slightly, Charlie peering inside. He seemed content that Alice was sound asleep and exited to go to sleep as well. The moment the door clicked shut Jasper could just vaguely see a frown on Alice's face.
Stepping out of the closet, Jasper returned to the spot he had been before, staring at Alice yet again. "Whitlock?" she asks nobody, her eyebrows furrowing. Jasper immediately freezes. How did she know that name? What was going on in her dream? Jasper wanted to know, but knew he couldn't. And never could. Tomorrow he would probably be interrogated about the name 'Whitlock' which would mean he would have to lie and say his last name was 'Hale'. Jasper Hale.
Alice tossed and turned, cold sweat breaking out on her face. She kicked the sheets of herself, a simple, "Too hot." escaping her two thin lips. "Jasper," Alice's voice was a frigtened whimper and Jasper knew he could do nothing about it. She was clutching at the bed sheets for dear life, and Jasper wished he could be there to help her. "I'm here Alice. I'm here," his own voice is just above a whisper and probably didn't effect the silence surrounding them. He hadn't meant to say anything, but his mouth had other plans.
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Post by Alice Swan on Jun 8, 2009 19:26:49 GMT -5
"I'm here Alice. I'm here," Jasper's voice rings in my ears, and I turn my head away from Death, toward the noise. He is here! Oh, my heart sings out of pure joy, and the crimson-eyed male stares at me with wide eyes, flitting between me and the forest. His mouth gapes open in fear, and, before the figure behind me has time to reach my attacker, he lunges for my throat...
Alice's head whipped across the room, directly where Jasper was standing. Her heart galloped like a wild stallion as her dream continued. She was happy, but it was still a nightmare. Jasper's voice relaxed Alice a bit, but not much before the grand finale. She gasped, her eyes fluttering open as she jerked herself up from her bed. Her eyes droopy, still half asleep, stared into the shadowed ones of Jasper himself. She lifted her hand up to her clammy forehead, sighing. "Thank God," she whispered, "Another dream." She smiled a small smile. It was one of those, once in a million dreams a person had, where you had a nightmare and woke up only to find out you were having another dream. What was Dream-Jasper doing in her room, anyway? Shouldn't they be back at the pretty house in the woods? Whatever, she didn't care; any dream with Jasper in it was a wonderful dream.
"Please don't leave," she asked the dream, laying back down on the bed tiredly, "I know it's a dream, but please don't go. I don't want to be alone," she admitted, her eyes fluttering, barely staying open. She couldn't see much of him, but she didn't care; just being around him was enough.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 8, 2009 19:40:02 GMT -5
Jasper froze as Alice gasped, her eyes flying open, her entire frame jerking up from the bed. She was still half asleep, that was clear in her eyes. She was staring at his shadows and Jasper was slightly thankful she was still half asleep. He remained completely still, not moving an inch. Not even a milimeter. He wasn't breathing, he wasn't blinking. He was stone.
"Thank God," she murmured and Jasper still didn't move. "Another dream," a tiny smile danced across her lips and Jasper was thankful she believed it was just another dream. "Please don't leave," Alice's voice was quiet as she fell back down onto the bed. "I know it's a dream, but please don't go. I don't want to be alone," she whispered, her eyes just barely open.
He had two choices. Either leave now and go against Alice's wishes, or stay and keep her company. Stay, he decided in the end. Easily slipping out of his shoes, Jasper walked lightly over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He stared at Alice for a long moment, refusing to leave her. This was all a dream to her and he would happily go along with it. He could pose as a dream if she wanted him to. He would do anything for her, that he was now certain of.
"You are never alone. Not when I'm here," her murmured, kissing her cheek lightly. He was ready to react in a heartbeat if she was to fully awake, though she appeared so sleepy that she wouldn't. She would just think it was a dream. Jasper could only hope this dream was far better than the last.
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Post by Alice Swan on Jun 8, 2009 20:00:46 GMT -5
"You are never alone. Not when I'm here," Dream-Jasper replied, his soft voice the most relaxing thing she'd ever heard. He sat down on the edge of her bed, leaning forward and gently kissing her cheek. What the hell, she decided tiredly, placing her hands on either side of his neck, refusing to allow him to pull away from her. His skin was hard as marble, and cool to the touch. He was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen, and she didn't care if she woke up from this dream or not; this was Jasper. She would make him stay even if he truly was in her room. "Thank you," she sighed, looking into his eyes. "I'm beginning to feel better already," she commented.
Wiping away the sweat on her forehead, she let that hand rest on his shoulder. It was still really hot in the room, remarkably so. When I wake up, I'm going to fix the thermostat, she mentally noted. "What are you doing here, anyway?" She couldn't help but ask. It was a classic tradition she always kept in her dreams, no matter how cliche it sounded after every usage of the phrase. He looked worried, and tense, as if he were about to leave at any moment. "What's wrong?" She asked, studying his face, his eyes, for any signs of what he was feeling and why.
She wanted to make Dream-Jasper feel better; she hated seeing him acting so strange. She wanted the happy, carefree Jasper. However, she pondered, maybe he was acting so strange because, meeting the real Jasper today, her dream had adopted some of his tendencies. All the better. Alice smiled, drawing lazy circles into his shoulder with her index finger. Everything was perfect right now. Just...perfect.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 8, 2009 20:27:39 GMT -5
Jasper smiled when Alice put her hands on either side of his neck, not allowing him to leave her. He wasn’t planning on leaving her anyways, so that was perfectly fine with him. “Thank you,” she said, looking in his eyes. Jasper smiled and nodded. “I’m beginning to feel better already,” she said and Jasper smiled a little more. “I’m glad. Anything for you,” he said, kissing her neck this time. He made sure to not keep it there for long, no need to tempt himself.
Jasper watched as she wiped sweat away from her forehead, then resting the hand on his shoulder. He easily moved his hand to her forehead, turning it so the palm was facing him. He only needed his other arm to hold himself up so he had no worry about falling on her or anything. “What are you doing here, anyway?” she asked and Jasper shrugged. “Preventing you from being alone,” Jasper said with a smile.
He was slightly tense and worried, not sure if he should leave or not. He knew it would be for the better—get out of there before she really did awaken. But he couldn’t. She didn’t want to be alone and if she didn’t want to he wouldn’t. Also, she was so beautiful and amazing half asleep, but wasn’t she always beautiful? He didn’t dare leave her, not wanting to ruin a moment as pure and good as this. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily. Jasper chuckled lightly. "Nothing at all, baby," he said laughing quietly. He had purposely added the 'baby' part at the end, just as she had earlier. Jasper smiled as he felt Alice drawing lazy circles across his shoulder, and in turn he brushed the hair out of her eyes. She was his, no matter what.
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Post by Alice Swan on Jun 8, 2009 21:30:01 GMT -5
“I’m glad. Anything for you,” Jasper replied, kissing Alice's neck. "Mmm," Alice sighed, feeling herself melt beneath him. It all felt so real to her, and it only made her want to dream like this more often. The back of his cool hand was pressed up to her forehead, and she was sure she was running some sort of fever. How could someone not have a fever when someone's hand was that cold against your skin? She wished they could stay like this forever, that she could be this happy when she was awake with him. He made her feel safe, happy...cared for. He looked at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and she was positive that she was looking at him the same way. He was beautiful. He was an angel with a secret. He was...hers.
“Preventing you from being alone,” Jasper smiled, and Alice was filled with a sense of longing that she had never felt before. She did not really know him, yet she felt as if she'd known him forever. She'd never seen what he truly looked like, yet she'd seen him every day. "Mission accomplished," she smiled in return. Her eyes were almost completely closed now. She fought with her lids; she couldn't lose the dream now, it was just getting good. But no, she realized as her eyes slid closed, she could still hear him, could still feel him beneath her hands, could still sense him.
She felt his hands brush the hair out of her face as she continued drawing randomly. Her hands moved from his shoulder to the upper part of his back, towards the back of his neck. She opened her eyes once more, pure love and wonder in her eyes. She wanted to be with him forever, to grow old with him and be happy for the rest of her life. She wanted to live. She wanted him.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 8, 2009 21:49:20 GMT -5
Jasper smiled as Alice sighed with what seemed to be pleasure. It was a shame that this all had to be a dream to her. Of course, to him he would remember it forever and always. It would be his favorite memory so far, and it was going to be hard to top. Of course, with Alice, every moment was a delightful memory and he was sure they would have a moment better than this.
She was burning up under her hand and Jasper feared she had a fever or something. No, she couldn't be sick. No, no, no. If she was sick then what would he do tomorrow at school? Skip, maybe. Say he was sick himself. Or maybe, just maybe, with a little more luck, tomorrow would be a sunny day out. If it was, and Alice really was sick, he could spend the entire day with her with nobody knowing. Of course, that would take a lot of luck and he wasn't sure if he wanted to see Alice sick or not. No, he was sure he didn't want to see her sick. Then he'd feel helpless.
"Mission accomplished," Alice said smiling and Jasper chuckled. Her eyes were fighting to stay open, though it was obvious it was hard. He smiled as her hand moved from his shoulder to his back to the back of his neck. She fought to open her eyes once more and Jasper smiled at her when she did. She was tough. Just like him.
"Go to sleep. I promise I won't leave," Jasper said, adjusting so he was now lying next to her, though her hands were still at neck. He kissed her forehead once more, hoping she had fallen asleep. He wasn't planning on leaving, no he was to comfortable for that. He easily wrapped his hands loosely around her waist, holding her close to him. If she really did have a fever then his iceburg of a body should make her feel better. Or at least he hoped.
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Post by Alice Swan on Jun 9, 2009 14:13:13 GMT -5
"Go to sleep. I promise I won't leave," Jasper said, lying down next to Alice. She loved his smile, she observed. She felt his cold hands travel down to her waist, holding her to him in his strong arms. She felt safe, protected. "Good. You'd have Hell to pay if you did," she chuckled quietly, looking up at him in tired amusement. He kissed her forehead, and Alice couldn't help but notice how kind and gentle he was, as if she were the most fragile thing in the world. Of course, she was used to being treated that way by everyone else, but it felt different with Jasper. As if he were protecting her in an atempt to save his own life, where as everyone was simply afraid that she would harm herself.
"Can I just say one more thing?" Alice asked, not waiting for Jasper to answer. Her right hand drifted into the long, curly blonde mane that was his hair, feeling it with her fingers. It was soft, smooth, better than silk. She pulled his face down to hers, until there was only a breath in between them. She hesitated, trying to figure out whether she should or not. Who cares, she finally decided, bringing her lips up to meet his in a short, sweet kiss.
She pulled away, much sooner than she wanted to, and smiled at Jasper. "Thank you," she said, "I've always wanted to know what that would feel like." And, sighing, content, Alice snuggled into his cool embrace, her head resting against his chest as her breathing came out slower and slower, until, finally, she truly was asleep.
The fact that there was no heartbeat beneath Alice's ear went unnoticed.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 9, 2009 14:28:53 GMT -5
Jasper felt obliged to not only keep any and every secret Alice had, but to also protect her. He knew he was getting to involved in her life and it would become hard to let her go, but eventually he would have to. Or he could change her. No, no. He wasn’t going to change her. Never. He didn’t want Alice to be unhappy in life, rather he wanted her happy. Unconditionally happy. Damn it, always a catch to each little plan.
“Good. You’d have Hell to pay if you did,” she chuckled lightly, her eyes staring at him with tired amusement. Jasper chuckled lightly along with her, holding her slightly tighter. He wasn’t going to let her go, not now. “Can I just say one more thing?” Alice asked, though she didn’t exactly wait for a response. Her right hand found its way to his honey blonde hair, pulling his face down closer to hers. He resisted the urge to kiss her right then and there, not sure if that was what she wanted.
Of course, she did end up capturing his lips in a short, sweet kiss. If only she wasn’t half asleep that kiss would’ve been better. But it was still amazing nonetheless and Jasper knew he would be thinking that for a long time. A very long time. She pulled away first, sooner than either of them probably wanted. Of course, it was for the better. Jasper would have to be sure to set limits to kissing her, make sure he didn’t tempt himself too much. That would be bad.
“Thank you,” Alice said, obviously tired. “I’ve always wanted to know what that would feel like.” Jasper chuckled lightly. He had always wanted to know as well, though until he met Alice, there had never been a girl worth kissing. Alice moved in closer to him, her head on his chest. He listened to her breathing silently, smiling when she finally was asleep. He smiled and played with her hair, watching her sleep as he could only lay there and resist any blood temptations he had. Alice was worth resisting.
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Post by Alice Swan on Jun 9, 2009 15:00:30 GMT -5
Knock, knock, knock.
Alice groaned, pulling the pillow over her head. The clock on her bedside table read 9:13. She was late for school, but she didn't care. She was feeling horrid, her face hot and clammy to the touch. Charlie had checked on her when she hadn't come downstairs for breakfast, immediately grabbing as much Moltrin and water as he could before leaving for work. He had assured her about a million and one times to "Call if anything was needed" and he would be right over. Sleeping had been the only response he'd recieve from her. She needed rest, she needed sleep.
Knock, knock, knock.
Alice growled, throwing her pillow to the ground as she stumbled out of bed. "Fine! I'm coming, hold on!" She yelled downstairs. Her head was throbbing, and each step down the stairs simply made her feel worse. Maybe it was Angela or someone, bringing her the class work she was going to miss. She hadn't told them where she lived, but she was sure everyone knew. Everyone knew where the Chief of Police lived; they knew which place to avoid.
She suddenly remembered what she looked like, with her bunny in the sky pajamas and blue tank top on, but she shook it off after a minute. Who cared what she looked like right now? No one would see her today. She paused when she reached the door, taking a deep breath and resting against it for a moment.
Knock, knock-
Alice pulled the door open, simply to stop the horrid knocking noise, and froze where she stood, her heart caught in her throat. She blinked up at him a few times, rubbing her eyes groggily. "Yeah?" She asked him, half standing behind the door. She didn't expect a long visit; after all, he had school, and more important people to be around. She placed her hand over her mouth, coughing into it. She needed to take more medicine soon. How long had it been since her last dose? Around 5 a.m.?
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