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Chapter 3: Nervous

I decided that it was time to stop eavesdropping and go say hi. Opening the door to my room, I raced down the stairs, in mockery of Alice, only to run into Bella at the end. She fell forward sharply, dropping a glossy white volume. Looking closer, I see that it is a wedding magazine. I remembered my wedding to my Alice…

1953

It had been about two weeks after Alice had accepted my proposal, and we were both ecstatic; those two weeks had come and gone in a blur of motion and happiness. Alice had decided that we set an October date; I was almost expecting her to pick Halloween, but relieved when she decided on the 21st. Vampire customs aren't always dreary, you know.

Anyway, it was the 2nd of October, Alice having been too excited for a farther away date. I didn't have much to worry about; after all, Alice was a partier. She would be in her element. Money was not an issue, of course, but I had no idea what Alice had in store for me. I figured that that was best. After all, she was the precognitive one, not me. I was happy to let her surprise me. As long as she was happy.

I expected her to invite just the Cullen family, whom we had met about a year before; when we left the motel I destroyed. We were a bit reclusive outside that circle; vampires tend to be that way. Especially with my situation; I was still thirsting for human blood. This animal stuff was okay, but nothing compared to the smooth, rich, sweet….

Ok, I'm very sorry.

It's now the 19th, and I'm nervous, to say the least. What if Alice gets cold feet? Well, literally speaking, our feet were cold, being vampires, but in the…human-ish weddingy way. I mean, of course I never would, but I'm the imperfect, bloodthirsty Jasper. Alice is my Alice, and at any moment she could decide to stop being mine.

Alice decided not to have a dress rehearsal; I did not know what the hell that was until Rosalie told me. Now I'm thinking I would need one; I know I'm a vampire, but that doesn't stop me from being clumsy with my strength. What if I broke the ring, or something stupid like that? I would be a wreck at the wedding, I thought.

Dum, dum da dum. October 21st. D-day. The wedding. It was twelve o'clock; the wedding was slated for five, at the Cullen's. Speaking of Cullen, it would be strange after the wedding; Alice and I would both me taking the name Cullen. Jasper Cullen, I thought. Somehow, it sounded less sinister to me than Jasper Whitlock. Was that just because I had known myself as a harsh mercenary under the command of a heartless vampiress for years?

It was now four. I was sitting up in my room, shaking nervously. Esme and Rosalie had taken Alice out to get her hair and make-up done, I'm assuming. Emmett just told me that it was their girl stuff, and I left it at that. Emmett will help me, I thought. He was to be my…er…co-best man, I guess. Edward was as well. I was a bit scared to pick favorites; I, the vicious bloodsucker, too scared to pick favorites. I laughed nervously, and remembered reading that jokes helped soothe nerves. Yeah, that one was perfect. Reminding me of my past.

I glanced at the plain clock on the wall. It was four forty-five. I gulped, never actually realized that people do gulp when they are nervous, outside of cheesy stories.

I gulped again, and, again, nervously laughing. Still not helping.

Ten minutes later, I crept quietly out the door, anxiously looking for Emmett and Edward. It was time, wasn't it? I started breathing quickly, panting like a dog. I tugged at my black tie, and started brushing at imaginary dust specks.

After five more minutes, I could hear the clock bell chiming. This is weird, I thought. Alice is never late. Of course, something had to go wrong on the most important day of my life, human and vampiric.

A half an hour passed, and I walked slowly to Carlisle's office. Entering, I gave him a worried glance. He gave me a glance, too, in his casual evening attire, one that did not fit weddings. One that I could feel said; "What the bloody hell?" I gave him a sheepish grin, wondering what was going on.

"Jasper," he said, in his soft, deep accent, his eyebrows burrowed in concern, "It's the 20th."