The Sunshine Train
John F. Kennedy said once that the courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of a final moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy. A man does what he must, in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures, and that is the basis of all morality.
I couldn't agree more.
Courage was the reason I was here. Courage and love. We know Edward and Bellas story during Twilight, but what if it was different? What if Alice was the new girl, and Bella was already a vampire? Would Jaspers self-control hold out when he meets a girl whos blood smells so intoxicating to him? Mostly AxJ, all canon pairings. Thank you so much to MoonSpinner for the amazing banner!!
Read on and enjoy. Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, and i never ever ever will :(
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"Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze"
Everyone was still staring as we walked to our English class after lunch, curious eyes flickering between me and Jasper. I noticed that he didn't angle his chair away from me as much as he had done, as we sat down. In fact he sat quite close to me, our legs almost touching as we faced the front.
Our English teacher backed into the room, pulling a very outdated TV and VCR. The atmosphere in the room lightened noticeably – and I wondered what emotions Jasper was feeling right now.
As the room darkened, I shifted my chair, and my arm brushed against his hand. I jolted very slightly, and made to move my arm away. His hand caught mine, and he ran his icy fingers over mine for a split second, before releasing my hand. I concentrated very hard on breathing, and didn't look at him.
As the film started, I realized we were watching the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet, and smiled. I remembered the time I had thought Leonardo DiCaprio was the most attractive man in the world – but right now, the blond boy on screens beauty paled in comparison to the boy next to me.
It was so dark I couldn't see his face – couldn't admire his beauty. But I didn't need to, just knowing that he was there was enough for me. I didn't need to touch him when I could feel his presence next to me. I could see him from the corner of my eye – he wasn't paying attention to the movie either – he was watching me.
I tried to ignore him, biting back a smile every time I caught his eye ; I kept my thoughts on the film as best I could.
As the lights flicked back on, and the bell rang throughout the school, I turned to pick up my bag, and noticed Jasper chuckling to himself, “What's so funny?”
“Did you know, you say the words along with the actors?”
“I do not!” I said outraged.
“You do! You recited every single line in that film!”
I pulled a face at him, and marched towards the door, but my dramatic exit was cut short, as someone grabbed my arm. It was Mike -and he didn't look happy.
“Hey Alice, can I talk to you?”
“Yeah sure Mike...” I turned to Jasper who was behind me, his eyes fixed on Mikes face.
“It's Ok, I'll meet you by my car” He said, brushing past me, and swooping down the corridor, I winced slightly, and turned towards Mike, “What''s up?”
He didn't speak until we were down the corridor, until we were mostly alone – when he turned to me and said, “So...you and Hale yeah?”
I shrugged, turning away from him and walking a few feet before answering, “Yeah I guess. Why?”
“I...I don't like it”
“You don't have to” I said, and continued away from him, my steps quickening as I neared the parking lot. Most of the cars had cleared out by now, but Jasper was there, leaning against his Porsche waiting for me – talking to Bella, who was sitting in the back of Rosalies M3. I watched as the shiny red car reversed, and drove out of the school grounds, Rosalie smiling at me, Bella giving me a small wave.
“What was up with Newton? You're not happy” It wasn't a question – he knew I wasn't happy, and I rolled my eyes,
“He's just...'You and Hale? I don't like it!' It makes me angry!”
He smiled, without any real humor, and reached around to open my door for me, before slipping into the drivers seat.
“So” I said, as we drove from the lot, “It is later yet?”
He pulled a face, “I never wanted you to see me hunt Alice. I...I become something different – I become an animal. I give myself over to instinct and feeling. I...I could never hunt in front of you. I have a hard enough time controlling myself anyway! But to even...smell you...when I lost control like that - “
He broke off and shuddered. I was silent.
We'd pulled into my driveway before I spoke again, “How...how old are you Jasper?”
“Do you want the actual age? Or the one that will quite possibly have you running for the hills?"
“I want the truth”
He turned to face me, “I...I was born in Texas in 1843. I became a vampire when I was twenty – in 1863.” His eyes were closed as he said this, and I was thankful. I was glad he didn't have to see my face as I processed this.
But as it sank in that he was 165 I found that I didn't care. He could have been 565 and I wouldn't have cared.
“Ok” I said.
“You...you astound me”
I smiled at him, “Thank you”
I turned to get put of the car, shivering as the chilly air hit me, “Oh, and Alice,” I turned back to face him, “It's my turn to ask questions tomorrow”
The woman with brilliant orange hair and red eyes was running through the forest – trees were familiar, they were the ones down near La Push, by the mountains. She was barefooted, and running slower than before, like she wasn't hunting – but looking for something. She stopped, so fast it took me a while to notice she wasn't moving, her head turned to the side, like she'd heard something, but all was silent. A crack of thunder echoed over her head, reverberating through the trees, and a baseball flew from what seemed like nowhere. Her hand shot up, and she caught it between her fingers, smiling. She turned in the direction the ball had come from, and ran that way instead, quickly flanked by the men with light and dark hair, curiosity forming on their faces
I woke with a jolt, my eyes straining in the darkness, blinded by the light from my dream, compared to the shadows of my room. Something creaked by my window, but however long I stared for – I couldn't see anything. I sighed, and flopped back onto my pillows, fading into blackness.
I woke early, and edgy. My last few hours of sleep had been dreamless, but restless, and my hair was sticking up in every possible way. I sighed, and decided I didn't care, ruffling my fingers through it, and making it more crazy.
I wondered to my closet, remembering what Jasper had said about me wearing red yesterday, and smiled. I picked up a red dress grinning, and slid it on; I wondered what he would think of that!
Isaac was standing by the coffee machine, mug of coffee waiting for me as I got downstairs. I smiled and thanked him, taking a mouthful as I put bread under the grill. “What are you doing home uncle? No work again”?
“Got a shift in an hour, felt bad for not seeing as much of you recently”
I smiled, “Uncle you bought me a car, you don't need to reorganize shifts around my breakfast timetable”
He grinned at me, “If you don't start calling me Isaac, I might do something you don't like in return. Like calling you...Mary”
I nudged him with my foot, balancing my plate of toast and my mug of coffee,“Hey! I forgot!”
He laughed, and sat opposite me at the table, “I did actually want to talk to you Alice. I hear there's a...Spring Dance this weekend? Are you going?”
I pulled a face. Only in a town as small as Forks would a father-figure know about school dances, “No. I don't feel like it. Instead I'm going to Seattle with a friend. Shopping...and stuff”
He nodded thoughtfully, “Ok. I don't have a shift on Saturday, but I'll probably be working, so I'll see you in the morning”
I checked the clock, and scooped up my books, wondering if I was driving myself today or...would there be someone waiting for me.
“Bye uncle!” I called as I closed the door.
“Bye Mary” followed me down the path, and I winced. I hated the name Mary.
My question was answered as I peered round my car, and saw the familiar yellow Porsche on the road. Jasper was sitting in the front seat, playing with the radio. I paused for a moment by my car, staring at him. He was beautiful.
“Are you planning on getting in the car sometime this century?”His voice startled me out of me thoughts.
“I don't know, let me check the future” I said sarcastically, as I dropped my books on the seat, and clambered in. He grinned as he saw what I was wearing, and nodded. “Red. It's definitely a good color.”
“So...how was your...night?”
He smirked at me, “No no no. No distracting me, it's my turn to ask questions today. Not that distraction would be very hard, especially when you get in my car looking like that”
I looked at myself in the wind mirror, “What's wrong with what I look like?”
“Nothing. That's the problem”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off, “What's you favorite color?”
“Erm...I don't know. I've never thought – do people really have favorite colors?”
“Fair enough. What Cd player is in your car right now?”
I thought for a moment, “A home-made one I think. Yeah, I made it a few weeks ago. My music taste changes daily, so mixed CD's are more interesting to me”
He nodded, “Is that the one you've been playing at top volume, and singing along to every chance you get?”
I spluttered, “I...I...you LISTENED?”
“It's hard not to. I mean you sing loudly...and, well,” he tapped his ear, “Superhuman hearing, and all”
It continued through the rest of the day – as he walked me to Spanish, and History, during the lunch hour. He questioned me about every tiny insignificant detail of my existence. He forced me to dredge up old memories of my childhood, stories about my embarrassing teen years, about things I liked, things I didn't like. Movies, food, clothes, friends, books. The list was endless, and even though I talked a lot as habit already, I couldn't remember the last time I said so much about...myself.
He did stay away from the topic of family though – something I was very thankful for. I was more than happy to talk about Isaac, but I couldn't quite talk about my Mother and Father yet. He knew enough from what I'd blurted out to his family all those weeks ago, the day I dropped off his bag.
My talking grew quicker as the day went on, and I answered each question at the same speed he asked them, until out speech was just a blur of words, that even I could barely understand. I felt like he was taking note of my every reaction, like he was a curious psychiatrist, and I was his next challenge. I wondered if he would grow bored of my incessant talking – but if anything, his expression grew more absorbed as the day went on, his eyes growing intense with interest as I described Phoenix, and I talked about what I loved and hated, and I spoke about what I wanted to do in the future. He was seemingly interested in every aspect of m existence, and for the life of me I couldn't work out why.
Even in lessons, when he wasn't there, I found myself wondering what he was going to ask next – pouring over every detail of my life. Wondering how he could keep coming up with questions, wondering how much more there was that he wanted to know about me, wondering why he cared so much! Always wondering about him.
We had stopped in my driveway, before I finally began to feel exhausted. My arms were aching as I gestured, trying to convey exactly what it was about shopping that I enjoyed so much – the rush it gave me whenever I bought a new piece of clothing, the thrill of planning a new outfit.
I paused, dropping my hands back into my lap, waiting for another question - but one didn't come. “Are you done?”
“Not even close, but it's getting dark and it's freezing. And you're shivering.” I looked down at my arms, noticing the raised goosebumps for the first time, “So I am”
“And you need sleep, I'll have a whole new load of questions for you tomorrow morning”
“Oh. Great” I couldn't keep the sarcasm from my voice, and he smiled at me, leaning over me to open my door. I couldn't help noticing the distance he kept from me, how he refrained from touching me in anyway. But I understood – and I didn't resent him in anyway for it, I didn't mind that he avoided being too close to me as much as he could, because I didn't need to touch him. I was content with him just being there, with knowing that he wanted to know me.
I was opening the door, when I noticed that he had frozen, his jaw was clenched even more than it usually was,“Jasper? What is it?”
“A...a complication. Goodnight Alice”
I nodded, and swung myself out of the car, noticing headlights flashing round the corner at the end of the road. Jasper pulled his car out of my driveway, and sped down the road at twice the legal limit. I shook my head and laughed, turning towards the house. I barely noticed a car pulling up behind me, until someone called my name.
It was a voice I recognized, but couldn't quite place, until I turned around, “Jacob? What are you doing here?”
“My dad wanted to talk to Isaac. He saw him a few years back for therapy at the hospital, and thought 'it was about time for a reunion'”
I grinned at him, unlocking my door, as he helped a man out of the front seat of his car and into a wheelchair. A man who looked just like him, except older. A man who was staring at me, with a mixture of shock and fury in his face. I smiled, and bounded to his side, holding out my hand, “Alice Brandon”
“Billy Black” he muttered, forcing a smile, “Is your uncle home?”
“Not right now, but you can wait for him. He won't be long – he had a short shift, come on in.”
I could feel Billys eyes boring a hole in my back as I opened the door. Another complication, Jasper had said, and I groaned slightly. Had Billy known it was Jasper leaving my house? Could he really believe the legends Jacob had told me?
The answer was clear in his eyes – yes. He could.
- First Sight
- Open Book
- Blood Typing
- Scary Stories
- Port Angeles
- Mind Over Matter
- The Cullens
- The Game
- The Hunt
- Phone Call
- Hide and Seek
- The Angel
- An Impasse
- Epilogue: An Occasion
- Authors Note.
- Alyss In Wonderland
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