So, The writer of "Soprano and Bass", ClairDeLuneTaz, had asked me to write a sort of sister story based on Jasper and Alice meeting for the first time. I deleted it with the hope of creating my own version of how they met, but never got around to it. Several of you asked me to re-post and continue this version. If I get some review, I'll keep on posting, but if not, it comes back down. So let's give this another try! Please review (:

I felt slightly immature as I twirled a little bit in my high bar stool, but I couldn't help it.

I was very anxious. I had seen him in my head. A sort of vision? My senses told me that I should find him, and so here I was, in a diner in Philadelphia, surrounded by humans dining on breakfast, and in order to do what? To meet a vampire whom I knew nothing about. A complete stranger. I hoped that my instincts were right, they usually were.

I hoped that he was a good and friendly soul. He had to be. I would believe that. He certainly looked nice. He had a very official and military look to him, but his eyes were kind, despite the color.

I watched the rain fall. Tapping my fingers against the counter, absentmindedly as I waited. Not impatient, but almost nervous. How would he react? What would I say? Other humans were drawn to me because of how I looked, but would another vampire be drawn to me?

Then I heard it. The sound I had been fearing and looking forward to at the same time.

The bell above the door jingled its innocent little chime, announcing that a new customer had arrived. He glanced up at me, silently studying me, but not in a bad way.

I hopped down from the stool, and danced towards him.

"You've kept me waiting a long time." I said softly, giving my best welcoming smile

"I'm sorry maim." He said, ducking his head, like a kind southern gentlemen

I quickly debated in my head. Do I talk to him here? No. Too many witnesses. Human witnesses.

I took his hand, and looked warmly into his eyes.

"Come with me." I said, leading him away from the stools.

I opened the door and the bells chimed again, although now they did not make me nervous at all. They sounded like a symbol of hope, of piece, serenity, success.

I lead him for a while quietly. What was he thinking? The curiosity was eating at me.

"Where are we going?" he finally asked

"I'm sorry, we're going to my place." I laughed, "It's just around that corner." I said gesturing to an upcoming corner on the street

"You look confused." I decided, I laughed again, "I would be too. Don't worry. I will explain." I promised giving him another smile.

I lead him to the hotel Harmonie, and he willingly followed me up to my room in the hotel. I closed the door and moved towards him to remove his coat. He immediately crouched down, and a snarl escaped from his chest.

I took an immediate step back.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to take your coat." I explained

"No, I'm sorry. I was just surprised." He said, straightening himself

He handed me his coat, and that was when I saw his exposed skin. The hundreds of glittery, silvery crescents criss- crossing his skin at every angle. Battle scars.

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