Forever and Ever

Rating: Teen

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: Alice and Jasper meet in a half-empty diner. Here's their story.

A/N: I know a lot of people out there have written something like this, so I decided to try it out myself. I hope I got it right, or at least, close to right. Haha. I've been sitting here, eating skittles and drinking sprite, trying to think of how I wanted to start this. So.. here it is!

She sat by herself at the bar of the small, half-empty diner. A small cup of coffee sat in front of her, but it remained untouched. There was a man to her left and to her right, nothing but empty stools. The bartender eyed her suspiciously. Surely, a girl young enough as Alice shouldn't be out by herself.

She remained still. Confident. Excited. Positive. Anxious.

She had seen it. She knew it was going to happen.

Her head snapped up and her stare flew to the door when she heard the loud jingle of the bells above the door, but quickly lowered her gaze when she realized it was just a couple leaving the diner.

She sighed. How long would she have to wait until he finally showed up?

It was storming outside, the clouds hiding the sun and making it the perfect shade of gray outside for her to walk amungst the humans.

The bells jingled again and she all but broke her neck by turning her head to stare at the door. Sure enough, a tall and pale man, with honey blonde hair and dark eyes had walked through the door. He wore a dark jacket, a gray button down shirt underneath that, and a pair of nice dress pants with shoes to match.

Alice grinned. She always loved a man who could match his clothes.

She watched him carefully, a smile playing on her lips. He was looking around the diner, taking in it's occupants and probably wondering why in the hell he had come here in the first place. He took a few steps further into the diner and that's when he saw her.

She was perched up on one of the diner's stools, a cup of coffee in front of her. Her tiny legs were crossed and her skirt stopped just below her knee. She wore plain, simple flats. In such cold weather, the only thing to keep her warm was her small cotton sweater that was buttoned up. Her dark hair was short and spiked, pointing in every direction. He stopped when he saw her beautiful eyes. Gold. They sparkled when she smiled at him. She then jumped down from her high stool and danced her way over to him.

"You've kept me waiting a long time," she spoke up softly. He nodded his head and rested his hand over his chest.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." She smiled and nodded.

"I'm Alice." He couldn't ignore her smile. He found himself smiling back, mesmerized by this beautiful girl.

"I'm-"

"Jasper Whitlock. I know." She eyed him through the corner of her eye and turned her attention back to her now empty seat. He went silent. How did she know that? He intended to ask her.

"But how did you know?"

"I know a lot of things about you, Jasper," she added. There was no hesitation in her voice. He could feel her happiness and excitement radiating from her in waves. He sensed no guilt, no worry, no deception; just pure happiness and excitement. "I know that you walked here alone today, I know you have no place to go after this, I know your favorite color is red-" She suddenly stopped, her face becoming motionless and empty. After a few seconds, she shook her head and regained her smile. "Never mind that, I think you've just changed it to gold, but you don't know it yet. I know what color undergarments you have on. I also know what you had for breakfast this morning. I know what you are." When she was done with her elaborating, she leaned back on her heels and watched him with a smile. The poor guy looked simply horrified. "Okay, so the part about the undergarments wasn't true, but I promise the rest of it is!" All he could do was stare at her, mouth open in shock. She was all smiles and giggles. A truly happy person.

"But... how?" She tapped her temple.

"I saw it."

"You saw it," he repeated, needing to say it himself. What was the chance of finding another vampire in a small diner in the middle of Philadelphia? A vampire who possessed a gift, like himself?

"Hmm mmm," she hummed.

She turned her head. She was no longer looking at him, but up at the clock on the wall in front of them.

"Maybe we should go. We might be getting a little too suspicious." His stare joined hers and he cursed the time. He wanted to spend more time with this beautiful, angelic creature. She was luring him in slowly.

Alice slid from the stool and planted her feet on the ground right in front of him. He stood also and almost gasped at just how short she was. She couldn't have been more than four-foot-ten. He, himself, was standing at six-foot-two. The height difference was truly amusing. This showed in his apparent smirk. She glanced up at him while she dug through her small purse to pay for her untouched coffee.

"What are you smirking at, big foot?"

"Nothing, pixie." She threw a few dimes and pennies onto the counter and then turned to him with a smile. She held out her hand, testing him. Would he take it and follow her? Or would he leave her in the diner, alone and rejected?

He couldn't ignore the shiver that passed through his spine when their hands met and their fingers laced together. He barely knew this girl, but yet, he was holding her hand and letting her take him wherever she pleased. As they headed for the door, he picked up his pace to hold it open for her. She smiled and walked out in front of him, pulling on his hand to drag him out into the cold weather.

"You said that I was keeping you waiting for a long time?"

"Yes."

"Just... how long?"

"Twenty-eight years." He bit his bottom lip and nodded. Why would anyone want to wait for someone like him? He considered himself pathetic, low, a monster, a killer. Why would anyone, especially the beautiful girl clutching his hand, want to be involved with a person like him? "Don't worry, love. It was well worth the wait." She looked up at him when he didn't reply. "Don't you trust me?"

"Yes," he replied. "I do." He couldn't explain it. It was crazy. He had just met her and he felt as if he had been knowing her for years. She was so beautiful, graceful, energetic, funny, happy- all of the things he would never be. She deserved better. Yet, he couldn't unlock their hands and turn the other way. He didn't want to. He wanted to be with Alice, and only Alice. And together, they walked down the sidewalk, towards brightly lit buildings up ahead. "Where are we going?"

"Back to my hotel room." He let her drag him through the lobby, down the hallway, and into the empty elevator. She pushed the button for the fifth floor. He couldn't process all of this at once, so when he made it into her dim hotel room, he seated himself in one of the chairs by a small, round table. She closed the door and locked it, then seated herself on the bed in front of him. "What's wrong? You're being quiet."

"I'm just... trying to understand." She remained silent. "Why a hotel?" She smiled. That was easy.

"I knew I'd find you sooner or later, I just didn't know... where. Hotels are quick, convenient. I wasn't going to buy a pricey home then leave two weeks later." He nodded, fully understanding now. But he still had so many questions he wanted to ask her. She was laying on her back, kicking her feet into the air. He watched her with a smile and suddenly, she let her head fall over the edge of the bed to stare at him upside down. Her hair went everywhere and he almost laughed.

"And your eyes," he asked softly.

"Oh. There's a reason for the color."

"Which is?"

"I hunt animals." His eye brow arched in interest. Could such a thing be done? "I'm sure it's not as satisfying as human blood, but it's enough to keep me going."

"Then what else have you seen? Besides meeting me in that diner tonight."

"You and I join a family of five. They're like me, they hunt only animals. I've been having visions of them just as long as I have been for you." She flipped herself over on the bed, now laying on her stomach. She rested her chin in the palms of her hands and remained kicking her feet in the air. She was smiling. He ran his eyes over her small face, taking in the deep gold color of her eyes, her small nose, her round cheeks, her small lips- she was absolutely gorgeous. Suddenly, her face went blank and her feet stopped in mid-swing.

"Alice?"

Silence.

Then, as if nothing happened, she resumed kicking her feet and smiled at him again.

"What did you see?"

"We kissed," she squealed, her eyes sparkling. He chuckled.

"You know, Alice... I haven't been to open about myself like you have." She listened carefully. "I have a gift of my own, too."

"Oh, really?! What is it?" Across from her, he sat concentrated and very still. Then suddenly, instead of feeling like her normal, happy and energetic self, she felt depressed. Just as quick, she changed to feeling tired and restless. Then it hit her. He was the one controlling her emotions. This was his gift. Manipulation. Then she felt love, want, desire, need and lust. She gasped and sat straight up on the bed, then licked her lips. Would her vision actually come true tonight?

A/N: So that was it! Haha, it took me two days to write that. I wanted it to be perfect and cute. Hopefully, I can update it just as quick. I hope you liked it!