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Jasper rolled onto his side and slipped his arms around Alice’s tiny frame, pulling her back against his body. Lovingly his lips brushed her bare shoulder as he slowly made his way over her creamy porcelain skin. Lightly he nipped at her earlobe, pulling back to speak. “She’s going to be here soon, isn’t she?”
he asked with obvious disdain, referring to the ‘company’ that Alice –seemingly everyone but himself, actually – was excited to have. He already knew the answer to that question, and he didn’t like it. He wanted to stay locked away in his and Alice’s room to avoid what he knew was coming. He would have no problem staying with her in their ridiculously oversized bed for a small eternity. He sighed softly and kissed the nape of her neck as he reluctantly pulled away from her. If he didn’t get up now, he knew he would end up spending the rest of the evening with his wife; something he definitely wished he could do. “C’mon,”
he coaxed as he sat up. “Get dressed.”
He pushed back the ostentatiously fluffy comforter that had been covering them and grudgingly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Not bothering to look for wherever the hell his boxers had ended up, he picked his jeans up from the floor and slipped them on in a quick, fluid motion. He turned back to the bed to see Alice still sitting there as he pulled a belt through the loops in his jeans. “Hey, if you want to leave your new dress up here and carry on as you are, I’m perfectly fine with that.”
he joked with a light laugh as he fastened the buckle of the belt. Leaving his discarded shirt on the floor and deciding he needed a clean one anyway, he walked over to their massive closet and stepped inside. Without paying much attention, he grabbed one of his many button up shirts at random. Within seconds, the shirt was on and fully fastened. He picked up one lone boot which sat by the doorway, his eyes scanning the rest of the room in confusion as to the whereabouts of the other one. After a brief sweep of the generally clean room, he walked back to the bed and got down on his hands and knees. Sure enough, he saw his boot underneath the bed; how that had happened, he did not know. He reached under the bed frame and felt around blindly, pulling out the shoe after a few seconds.<br><br>
Jasper pushed his feet into the boots, adjusting the legs of his jeans as they bunched up. He stood and smoothed out his unruly hair with his hands as he made his way over to Alice. “I’ll meet you downstairs, alright?”
he said, kissing the top of her head. He pulled open the closed door just enough so he could leave, turning and flashing a smile at Alice just before slipping out into the hallway. He heard a soft click as he pulled the door closed behind him and made his way to the staircase. He froze towards the bottom of the stairs, taken aback by the scent perfuming the air. She couldn’t be here already, could she? He had not seen Maria in many years, but it would have been impossible to forget that fragrance after over a century of living with her. It had to be her. He took the last few steps at a human pace, slowly heading to the door. The confident, rhythmic clicking of heels on the wet cement driveway outside as well as confirmed his suspicion. It was her.<br><br>
He glanced around, only to see that the front room held no occupants other than himself at the moment. So he was going to get stuck answering the door? Great. Where was Emmett when you needed him? His cold hand wrapped reluctantly around the doorknob as he listened to her approach the house. His eyes closed and he took in a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down a little bit – mistake number one. The closer she got, the stronger her unforgettable aroma became. His inhale had sent his mind spinning. He was instantly plagued with astonishingly vivid images of his brutal past. Had Edward been here, he was sure that he would have cringed just as Jasper had at that moment. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, trying to shoo off the nightmares and compose himself before opening the door. After a few seconds, he nodded nervously to himself and pulled open the door before she was even at the house to knock. He stood in the doorframe, his hands clasped together at the small of his back.
It took everything he had in him to remain still. He wanted to tell her to leave, to run and warn his family to get away from her. It was like there was a blinking red sign over her head that exclaimed ‘Danger! Danger!’. He knew that she was not here to harm his family, and it was only because she had convinced him that Alice was in trouble and she could help that he had even considered letting her into their home. He was a little bit surprised that she hadn’t really changed; sure, they were vampires, therefore they really couldn’t, but a part of him had been expecting something else. Unlike most, he thought absolutely nothing of her teeny little black dress. Sure, she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous, he didn’t know a man on earth who could deny that, but his eyes were only for Alice. It was the jacket she was wearing that happened to catch his attention. A military jacket. It’s age was apparent as the thick fabric was worn and faded, but it still was in pretty good shape. Part of him wanted to assume that she had stolen it from someone or something, anything but what he knew to be the truth. It was his. He felt momentary puzzlement, followed by a sick churning in his stomach. She still had his jacket? The thing was almost as old as he was. He had recognized it for what it was, he could only pray that he would be the only one. <br><br>
He didn’t say a word until she had reached the house. For some reason, a hello didn’t seem appropriate. He arched an eyebrow, still eyeing her wardrobe. “Nice jacket.”
he offered, sarcasm lacing his voice. Feeling impatient and nervous about having her here, he cut right to the chase. “Be good. Don’t say a word about who you really are.”
he ordered under his breath just loud enough for her and her only to hear. With that, he stepped to the side, holding the door open for her. “Ria’s here.”
he called out into the house, forcing a hint of enthusiasm into his voice. As much as he didn’t want her here, or anywhere near his family for that matter, he couldn’t let them know that.