SO SORRY you guys. My dumb laptop died and wer still in the process of getting a new one, and i've been having to use someone else's somputer. This person doesn't know i write fanfiction...and he could quite possibly blackmail me. So i'm very sorry. this is the original two final chapters, but seeing how this is a rare moment that i get with this laptop before someone catches me, i'll squeeze them both in. (Doubled size for waitign for it! thanks so much, really) So here's teh finale, and i really wish i could have gone through more thouroughly, so this is pretty raw. better than nothing...?

The Future--Finale

It was sort of a shame that we couldn't leave the house until the lovely sunshine dimmed out. But once it did, Alice jumped up, grinning that heart-breaking grin. "Get your coat, Jasper. Let's go for a walk."

And we did, and even though I'd been in the town for a while now, everything was brand new. I hadn't really noticed at all the entire time that it was about four o' clock in the morning--all the humans were safely tucked away. I wasn't burdened too badly with the thirst, 'til Alice stopped and turned to me.

"You are thirsty. Forgive me for being so oblivious." Her finger traced beneath my eye, a ribbon of cool love. I could only look back at her as the wind kicked up, pushing leaves to our feet. I sighed.

"I suppose I am."

"Will you try something for me, Jazz?"

My mouth twitched at the nickname that'd been used before by Peter to Maria. "Anything."

"Will you try drinking…animal blood?"

I blinked. "Animal blood?" I whispered. Was that possible? I traced below her own iris, flecking yellow topaz. My thumb caressed her cheek, spinning little circles until she melted, holding my hand and sighing. "I'll do it if you want me to."

"I want you to choose, Jasper. But…I think it'll be a lot easier with the emotions, but harder to be consistent." she whispered over the wind.

"Do you think I've had my last human?" I asked hopefully. Alice grimaced softly.

"No."

I bit my lip and accepted that. I knew it couldn't be a clean break like I wished. "Let's go." Alice tugged on my sleeve, and we headed towards the outskirts of town.

We stayed in Philadelphia for a while before Alice told me about her dream life with the ones called the Cullens, and I knew wherever she'd go, I'd follow.

I'll never forget the day that my true demon was unleashed.

We had been walking in the forest, hunting for elk, when the fresh, acid smell of human blood flooded my aware nose. I snarled, felt my body give away to the pressure of thirst. I ran as fast as the need would carry me, through the trees, and I had forgotten about Alice for that moment.

The blood was so delicious now…smelled so wonderful…

I caught a glimpse of bright orange, only a sliver in the trees. My eyes flared, my insane grin wide, my hair blowing around my pale, chalky brow. My fingers dug through branches, snapped little firs in two. Splinters and needles showered me, and just when I saw the shape of a hunter in the woods, his rushing blood so maddening--I was halted.

Limbs wrapped around my neck, a body weighting on my backside. I snarled, the vibration pitting inside of me, low and guttural. Animalistic. Right then, everything was a blur except the hunter with the sweet blood.

I was tempted to turn around, seize whatever was holding me, and I was later horrified that I decided to do just that. With the scent fueling my rage, I growled sharply and ripped at the arms, simply registering them as an obstacle. I actually roared when the limbs lithely slipped from my fierce grasp. I knew I could take down this thing blocking my way--

Every time the hands or arms wrapped around me, I tried to snatch at them, but they were as slick as butter. I roared in frustration, and as I raged, the thing pounced and gripped my wrists down.

I was outraged with the attack--I saw only fierce red, smelled only blood. My wrists wouldn't budge even as I bucked and kicked and squirmed. It seemed like my enemy knew exactly what I was about to do.

I faltered beneath the steel grasp. I tugged yet, but a thought leaked into my clouded mind: Wouldn't it be something, to see the future? Even though the scent of blood hung heavy, my body shut down. I lay in the blackening grass, my eyes hazed over, only seeing a small shape above me.

It seemed like decades before the human wandered off. Centuries before I came to my senses.

I squinted, peered through the blood red fever that had been sprung onto me. I swallowed, hearing my throat whisper with thirst. I winced at the razor sharpness of the feeling.

A cool, strange emotion wavered near, shyly, it seemed. It touched me, prodded and caressed me. I breathed in the cool blue crystal scent of worry. Concern. Pity.

My wrists were still locked at my legs, my body stiff as a board. I refused to look into the face I now could comprehend, for I knew that If I would, I would burst into sobs, diving over the edge of insanity. So, instead, I turned my head, stared at the gnarled roots that protruded from the emerald green grass. I watched it with my coal black eyes.

I bit my lip, said nothing, but lay and felt the worry wash over me. I gripped the grass, pulled up earth, and shut my eyes, wishing I hadn't done what I had…I'd tried to harm Alice. My Alice, the one that gave up her life for me, filthy, disgusting me. She could have banished all thought of me after the vision, gotten up and started a beautiful life with the Cullens without me. She'd easily find a mate…I would know, because she was beyond perfection.

"Jasper…" Her voice was so soft, yet it pierced through me sharply enough for me to cringe, make my body stiff with fear. Fear of rejection. How could she say she'd stay after this? I know she promised to never leave, but… "Jasper, look at me."

I squeezed my eyelids tight, seeing dull, throbbing blotches now. I opened my mouth, let a shaky word through; all I would allow. "Can't."

The unfaltering iron bracelets around my wrists loosened, caressed my hands and forearms. I bit my lip to hush my moans of self-loathing, my soft sobs for betraying Alice. The bracelets, cool and radiating cold concern, pulled away. Her tiny body slid off of mine, and I bit my tongue fiercely as to not cry out at her withdrawal. I was such a fool.

Alice had come to me, found me when I needed her most. What did I give her? My own problems, not to mention not taking the wheel on our physical relationship. Alright, yes, I loved every inch of her, but I couldn't possibly say the same for her opinion on myself. I was so greedy and foolish to take her to bed in my marred arms, to not ease her from her gentle sighs of need. Once she'd seen me fully, she probably wanted to take it all back, anyway.

And now, she was baby-sitting me. More like keeping my demons inside of myself. This new life was the second thing she lived for (the first wrongfully being myself) and I had managed to crumple that up a tad bit, too. Show her I was unfit for this life. I was such a disgrace, that my lips parted, and my sobs began as small hitches and grew as I lay there, cold and lonely. Has she gone? This rejection would surely kill me.

It was nearly like rocks were jutting into my back--my sides, my arms. I had never felt so much pain.

This was far worse than newborns' razor teeth, Maria's disgust. I hissed in air, let my vision darken.

And then, I felt what I thought would never again grace me.

Alice's arms.

They wrapped around me, warm and soothing, followed by her faraway voice, shushing my jagged sobs. Her fine fingers rooted through my hair, fanned over my brow, stroked my cheek as I shook in her arms. I smelled her sweet floral scent mixed with a plain familiarity I'd grown to adore. I bit my lip and wondered why I was so blessed.

Her limbs tightened, and my own arms came to life to return the gesture. We lay that way, a mass of vampires, quaking with love, comfort, regret. I knew that she wouldn't ever leave me, even if I wanted her to. Of course, that would be near impossible. I would always want her, love her, hunger for her, need her.

My cheek grazed her collar bone, and I shivered at its stark smoothness. I listened to her soft cooing. She whispered that it was alright, she was proud of me, she loved me. I could only wonder why, why, why…but I settled for simply laying in her embrace and letting my shattered heart begin to stitch itself back up.

Alice and I didn't always agree, either, as one may assume after our happily ever after meeting. Most of our disagreements came after we settled in our new home, with our new family. It was when I was trying to quit drinking human blood--almost to wean myself. How crude and stupid it was, that I had to be the 'youngest' vampire, the uncontrolled, brainless killer.

I would spend my days in my study which had been offered to me, surrounded by books that were meant to keep away boredom and bad memories. They did little, but I still read them all.

I grew rather irritated and flustered most days, as I watched my lovely Alice drive off to school with her new siblings.

School. I wasn't allowed there yet--I could hardly go to the park with Alice without her checking the future every five minutes and her restraining hand would always clasp around my arm. I hated being so handicapped--I only wanted to be with Alice, enjoy her joys, spend every moment with her radiance. I envied those dim witted humans that got to gaze upon her for six hours while I only had books for company.

Then again, I did have Esme, and she tried to help whenever she could. It usually depended on my mood--on good days we would tend to the garden together and share books and stories. I loved her like my very own mother, one that was nearly erased from memory.

On bad days, however, she would come to the study, ask if I'd like anything, and I would shove my fingers through my hair, jut out my chin, hide my face. My elbows would plunk against the wooden desk, threatening it to break, and I would usually respond, "I want to not be locked away like a monster. I know I am, but…" I would always break off, and Esme would leave, her eyes saddened, her hands clasped in sorrow for me. She knew comfort wouldn't help, and later, I would only feel like a huge ass.

One day, on a particularly dark day of mine, Alice came home, chipper with a spring in her step, her golden eyes sparkling. How I must have looked--my eyes a raspberry mud, my hair in tendrils around my furrowed brow. I felt jealousy stab at me…why couldn't I be that happy and peaceful? I clenched my jaw, turned away as she looked at me. "Jazz?"

I hunched my shoulders, winced at the razors screeching inside my throat. Every breath was like blades running my throat raw. I sighed, not even wanting to speak for the pain was terrible. "Jasper? What's wrong?" Alice's sweetly concerned voice came, and I lashed out.

"What do you think is wrong? My throat feels like it's being peeled to ribbons! I need to feed. Now." I had stood up, and her golden eyes flickered at my desperately agitated voice. Her face then smoothed to sorrow.

"Sorry Jazz, but Carlisle said you should try and feed every four days, and you fed only two days ago. We want you to get better--more tolerant." Her eyes pooled with encouragement, the encouragement I didn't want. I had growled slightly, which brought my hand to my throat as it felt like it was cracking with pain.

I hissed in air, the air felt like fire, as well. Two days of this torture? Never! "Alice…"

"Jasper, you are doing so well, and I know it's terribly hard, but--"

"How can you know, Alice? You were never a monster like me." The words were sharp, mercilessly stabbing. Her eyes grew wide, and I yearned to embrace her, tell her I was sorry, but I couldn't. She had to know my discomfort, but she couldn't. "Jasper, you are not a monster!"

I scoffed at the wall, my hand still resting on my throat tenderly. "Society calls our kind monsters as is. I'm just one of the worse, so that makes me an...abomination. I cannot even go to school with you because I am so--" I broke off in frustration and my throbbing throat. I moaned quietly, clenching my jaw.

"Jasper, stop all of this! You are not a monster, all that stuff is in the past, and--"

"Look at me, Alice!" I twirled around, my finger pointed at my crazed face. My eyes were wide, no doubt sparkling with soft rose. I hissed in a breath, though it still tasted of ashy heat. Her eyes were squinted, their ocher color glimmering as she stared back.

"I am, Jasper." Her face was grave and ashen.

"Don't you see these scars?" I ripped at my collar, accidentally fraying it a tad bit. Alice jumped at the sharp tearing noise. She bit her lip and looked, shaking her head.

Before she could protest now, I bellowed, "I still can't understand why you love me, of all people. I am a disgusting vampire, not worthy of you. Why the hell would you ever want this? Maybe your vision was telling you to steer clear, Alice, not to come running. You shouldn't love me."

"Stop it!" Alice cried, and I was momentarily hurt that I had caused her anger. I wanted to stop these terrible words from pouring out, but I couldn't.

"Face it, Alice. You are so beautiful and perfect--why should you spend your life with someone like me?" I hissed, staring into her face, which was now crumpling with angry sadness.

Her hand lashed out. Struck my face. The echo of it was sharp and ringing. It slapped away my anger and most of my thirst, welcoming only fresh regret. It stung with its bitter ripeness.

Alice's blunt slap smarted--I could feel my cheek throb in vivid pain. I closed my eyes, prodded my hot cheek with frosty fingers and slumped my shoulders…heard Alice's hissing gasp and her little hand cup over her gaping mouth.

Her body thrust at mine, her arms scurried around me, seeking purchase around my body. I limply allowed--welcomed--her hands and arms, her hushed voice as she apologized. I heard my own voice bleakly parrot this. I sucked in a breath and allowed my vision back as her cool palm stroked where she had slapped me. I had deserved it…but it seemed that it hurt her more than me. In one single act of anger, we banished our negative feelings to comfort each other.

Even if we were comforting each other because of our very own argument--it didn't matter.

I held her close enough that our bodies touched as I breathed my apologies into her ear. I could feel my thirst tingling again--creeping back after being absent from the fight.

Alice's sweet voice murmured over and over her regret, but I simply shushed her by pulling her hips close, and placing my mouth upon hers. I tasted her sweetness--something that could always wash away my thirst.

It'd been our first fight--probably not our last--but it brought us closer. You may wonder how that could be--but it makes perfect sense to us.

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I looked over the plains of bright green grass. I heaved a sigh as I sat in the driver's seat of our classy new car that had been a gift. A wedding gift. From my new father.

A father…I hadn't had one of those for at least a century. What a disturbing thought. I hadn't realized how hard life had been without parents--without at least someone to confide in, to have say it'll be alright, someone to tell you how proud they were. Someone to embrace when times were tough.

Carlisle and Esme filled that void quite perfectly, especially today while they tossed their cupped white hands full of rice into the air, their grins merry and sunny. Carlisle had even talked to me before the ceremony, and let me have his fatherly pride. He was proud of me, for what I'd endured and how I had gotten through it with triumph. We'd shared an embrace right before Alice walked the aisle.

I couldn't even remember my parents' names, only Whitlock. When I thought of them--well, tried, I was often saddened my by disability to summon their faces and names.

I gazed across the dirt road, at the chapel. The little white wedding chapel on a rolling green hill, the sun bursting over the mountains as a final tribute to the lovely day. More than lovely. There had only been one other day that I could consider matching up to this: the day I met my bride.

She was sitting in the passenger seat, looking over me at the setting sun. It peaked enough to throw light over our little wedding chapel. It was so simple and delicate, but perfect in that way. The sun felt warm and pure on my skin, my hands glittering as they peeked from my groom's tux. It was a soft gray, purchased with the help of my new brothers, Edward and Emmett.

My bride had given me so much, and there were times that I wondered what I could possibly give to her in return, but I decided that my most valuable possession was my own heart. I would give her that in hope that she would make use of it, and not only did she do that, but she made it swell and soar like a human man's.

I could only assume we were both entranced by the setting sun, by the simple little chapel where we finally became husband and wife. With a single cross piercing the soft sky, it stood with quiet confidence. I would remember this day forever, and how ironic it was for two vampires to be wed in a holy church. Some legends were simply foolish wives tales.

Inside the chapel, Alice and I had stood among the pews, in front of our audience of only four. Carlisle was actually up in front with us, with a thick bible in his hands, his words soft and weaving images of the most beautiful future.

We had held each other's hands, and I had stared into her deep golden eyes as she confessed her vows to me. She spun a gorgeous tale that seemed like poetry, telling me how much she loved me, cared for me, and how much it would hurt to ever lose me. I tried to match it--or at least get close. I supposed I did have some good backup evidence to how much I loved her, and how she saved me.

My family sat in silence, hands folded over laps as I told my bride how I would forever protect her no matter what the costs were. I would never harm her in any way, but spend my energy on finding new ways to show my adoration for her. She was the reason I stood on my feet, the reason I wasn't ash carelessly sprinkled in some gutter. She was my soul; why I lived.

Carlisle softly spoke from the bible, his words so calming and final. I looked down at our hands, both of them intertwined in the other's. I saw the light streaming from the church windows on my hands, how the scars dulled and stood out. For once, I couldn't care about my scars. What was done was done, and I had a much better life ahead. Much, much better than most people could even dream of.

When Carlisle pronounced us man and wife, I felt freed, soaring over the clouds with only Alice by my side. My sweet, sweet Alice. He had said I could kiss my bride, and I had craned my neck and cradled her face in my marred hands. She smiled and closed her eyes, tucking her bouquet under my arm in an embrace as I softly kissed her. Her arms felt fragile yet like they could protect us both from whatever life would throw at us.

We withdrew, our eyes glittering with ecstasy. Soft applause and quiet sniffles from our mother whispered against the pale walls. My wife's eyes burned with such accomplishment and love that I had kissed her once more.

"Jasper."

Now Alice's voice lingered to my ear as she unbuckled her seatbelt, edging closer to me. Our family had already taken off for home, where our small reception was to be held. Carlisle had brought out our new car for me to test drive on the way there.

My arm stretched over the burgundy vinyl, behind Alice's back.

I looked at her. Really saw her, and every time was like the first--I became speechless.

She was wearing a very simple little white dress. She wanted to get married very soon after moving in with the Cullens, I could feel it and my brother Edward could second that, too. She hadn't wanted a big wedding as her materialized outlook may have suggested. She only asked for a sunny little chapel and only her family to attend. I supposed that was perfect…I wasn't really a showy person, as it is obvious. The best I did to clean up was tame my hair a little. It was slicked back with Edward's help, but by now there were several tendrils falling over my eyes.

A canary yellow flower budded from behind her ear, still perky and vibrant after the long day. It contrasted against her jet black hair wonderfully, and my arm resting behind her stroked the nape of her neck tenderly.

She scooted closer until our bodies touched. Her eyes were so huge and beautiful under those long lashes. Her cheeks looked dappled pink, and her skin shone with the most elegant beauty any person could ever describe. The setting sun kissed her all over--her shoulders, neck, face, arms. Millions of tiny diamonds shimmered across the plains of her already beautiful face. It would be literal if I said she was glowing.

I raised a hand as she moved closer, facing me. My hand bore an accessory--my wedding band. It glinted the light, a plain but meaningful golden band. My fingers traced into her hair, feeling its warmth and familiarity.

Looking at her…at her mind-numbing beauty and realizing she gave herself to me made me want to give her everything in the whole wide world. If this was a fairytale ending and we were two hot blooded fleshy humans, I would be able to. I'd be able to show her a populated and sunny beach for a honeymoon.

I couldn't.

I'd be able to encourage her through future jobs or dreams she would like to conquer as years went by.

I couldn't.

I'd be able to give her a child someday…that was usually on the minds of newlyweds after the honeymoon. I wanted to give her the experience many young women became glitter-eyed about--being a mom and having the most perfect baby.

I couldn't.

These things stung sometimes…and I knew the most I could give her was a hug on our many graduations to come, as Carlisle warned us. From there, we never aged.

We were stuck as teenagers, but we thirsted for so much more, sometimes. It's almost like watching your life tick by made it more valuable…but I didn't ever want life itself to end. I always wanted to be with Alice, even if it wasn't in heaven or hell or wherever we ended up. Anywhere without Alice was hell for me…so I just hoped that she was an angel enough to bring me wherever she went.

My eyes hovered upon Alice, forever young and beautiful, but in my eyes, no matter what happened to her, she would always be this way. I would always remember this moment, how the sunlight shone over her skin, how her wedding dress hugged her just right, how the chapel represented simplicity but purity, like out love.

I closed my eyes and let my lips meet hers, felt her hand touch my own. The kiss was warm and kind and sweet. Her lips were impossibly soft and smooth beneath my own, and it took everything I had not to start our honeymoon right there.

I was strong enough to resist that, but not strong enough to keep the reception from delay by an hour or so. I supposed a reception can't really begin with the bride and groom, but we were too busy tasting something sweeter than wedding wishes…and certainly not wedding cake.

The sun set over us, blanketing the green grass and our little chapel (as it would be forever known to me) with darkened hues. And yet, our kiss continued, and it would never seem long enough.

Thanks so much for sticking with me and showing Jalice love. I'll be up and out much more once my laptop is better. Goodbye and farewell--it's been a blast!!

PS the last half (wedding) was inspired by another nami pic. I will get the link as soon as possible on my profile!!!