My name is Jasper. I was born and raised in Texas, and I died there as well. A good confederate soldier to the last. I'm not ashamed of what I was, not quite ashamed of what I am either. I suppose if I were a better man I'd tell you what I am is a monster, but I'm not quite sure that I have problem with being a monster. I suppose then, that Edward is a much better man than I.

Luckily it's not a human and human sensibilities that I must now appease. I have only two laws to me now. Carlisle has made it quite clear that as a member of his clan we are not to…help ourselves to the local populous. That is my rule one. Don't go eating the humans, they tend to take offence at that. My second is only this, make Alice happy.

Alice is my life as I no longer have one of my own pumping through my frozen veins. She is the reason that I am not a beast in every sense of the word. Her oddness does not bother me in the least. In fact, I find I quite like it. Call it the Southern gentlemen still lingering from my living years, but I find a certain satisfaction in being able to provide her comfort and protection during her visions. She, in turn, is an amazing help with my self-control, or lack thereof.

She has made this unending existence worth the pain. And it is painful. I won't go into the issues of this life the way Edward does. Frankly I'm not one of nearly as many words, but I will say that before I met Alice, before I took on this…vegetarian life style, my unlife was rather torturous. It tends to put one in quite a mood when you must feel everything that your dinner feels. Of course, that didn't stop me, it just left me terribly put out afterwards.

Alice was kind enough to wait for me when she saw me, before I knew she even existed.

I'd taken to wandering on my own as the company of other vampires tends to be tenuous at best. Thus, I was quite surprised to find her waiting for me at a diner. I had quite different plans for my evening, bloodier plans. She changed all that. She changed me, as much as our kind is capable of change. That is to say, not much, but significantly.

I sit on the bed in our room, watching Alice putter around. She is a mystery to me. A wonderful blessed mystery. One night in a diner she loved me and took my hand. She hasn't stopped since. I know the dogs talk about imprinting and I know we vampires aren't supposed to be capable of the same thing, what with missing our souls at all, but sometimes, when I look at Alice, I wonder.