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 :(
14. Mind Over Matter
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"Her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light"
Jaspers driving was much better than mine was, and that was saying something. His eyes barely even glanced at the road, but the car tires never deviated even a centimetre from the centre of the lane.
He mostly kept his eyes on mine, as I sat in my usual position, with my back against the side of the door, the seatbelt tangled around my knees. We hadn’t put the top back up on the car, and the cool air fluttered around my hair as we drove.
“You know you really shouldn’t sit like that. Road safety an’ all” his voice was laced with humour, as his gaze raked over my position.
I didn’t say anything, just smiled, and turned to race the road, glowing a deep purple as the sun set in front of us. The last rays of light ran across the road, brushing against Jaspers face, his skin casting rainbows along the side of the dashboard.
I watched in amazement, my mouth open slightly, my eyes following the dancing patterns of pink and white as they flecked across the black plastic, before winking into oblivion. I looked up, meeting Jaspers eyes. He was smiling faintly.
“You look even more beautiful in the dark” I whispered, hugging my knees, and raising my head to the sky, closing my eyes to the darkness.
He didn’t say anything, and the next thing I knew, the radio was blaring out at me, and I jumped slightly. He chuckled, twisting the dial, searching for a station.
“Let me,” I said, leaning forwards, my fingers brushing against his every slightly. He pulled his arm back as though he’d been slung, wincing slightly, his hand tightening on the steering wheel.
“Sorry.” I said, chewing my lip. I’d nearly forgotten how hard it was for him to be around me. I’d nearly forgotten that he was a superhuman killing machine that wanted to drink my blood. Nearly.
I pressed play on the CD player, skipping a few tracks, and turning up the volume, grinning as the familiar guitar solo drifted from the speakers. I saw Jasper smiling too, his fingers thudding along with the guitar beat, against the steering wheel.
My plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving
My plug in baby
In unbroken virgin realities
Is tired of living
Baby you're gonna lose
Your own game
Replace the envying
To forget your love
“What is it about music?” I said. He knew what I meant.
“I don’t know.” He murmured, his eyes boring a hole into the glass of the windscreen, “But I completely agree.”
It had taken us less barely any time at all to drive to Seattle this morning, but now we’d been driving for nearly an hour, and we were barely halfway home. I glanced at the speedometer every few minutes, watching the needle dance between 50 and 60. I frowned slightly; I knew Jasper liked to drive fast – hell it was one of the best things about him. But…why was he driving so slowly?
I knew what I wanted the answer to be, even though I never dared hope it would be true. I wanted him to be wishing that the long grey road ahead of us would never end, that the slower he drove, the more time he would get to spend with me.
I didn’t dare say anything, worried I would ruin his mood, having to bite my tongue to keep my questions bursting from my mouth, my legs jiggling impatiently on the car seat.
“Alice, you know you can ask me anything.”
“How did you know I wanted to ask you something? I’m sure that’s not a feeling, and I didn’t even say anything.”
His lips twitched slightly, and he turned to look at me, his pale skin nearly glowing in the darkness,
"Alice you don’t need to be able to feel emotions, to know you have a question right on the tip of your tongue. A tongue you are most likely biting to keep yourself from asking said question. And you’re practically vibrating with anticipation, so just ask it already.”
I pulled a face at him, “Fine.” I said my legs relaxing, “”Like I could say no to you when you ask me like that.” He rolled his eyes, “I was wondering…why you’re driving so slowly”
“I think you’re just about the only human girl who would think 60 is slow”
“What can I say?” I shrugged, “I’m unique”
“Yes. You are.”
“You didn’t answer.” “I’m driving slowly because I don’t want this road to ever end. So that if I drive slowly, I can have as much time with you as possible”
I smiled to myself, leaning back my seat, listening as the parting chords of Muse echoed into silence around us, wondering what the next track would be. I smiled wider as the familiar chords of one of my favourite songs started.
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
Got to promise not to stop when I say when
“You know, I can play this song on the guitar.”
I froze, “You have got to be kidding me!”
He turned to look at me, confused, “No. I can, why?”
I was bouncing in my seat, clapping my hands together, not caring that I was making the car shake slightly, “You can play this! That’s amazing, you have to play for me sometime! Pretty please, I’ll do anything! It’s is possibly my favourite song in the whole wide world, ever, ever, ever, ever! Please?!”
“I don’t play for just anybody Alice. In fact, I play for very few people.”
I pouted, “are you saying I don’t count as one of those few people?”
“You count more than most of those people Alice. Never doubt that.”
“So is that a yes?!” The smile was back on my face, stretching my cheeks until they hurt. My hands were clasped together, my teeth chewing my lip violently, my eyes strained in anticipation.
He turned to look at me, smiling slightly, “That’s a yes.” He took one hand from the steering wheel, reaching towards my face, gently pulling my lip from between my teeth, running his thumbs across it. My heart pounded in my ears, and I swallowed audibly.
“Please try not to break your skin in front of me, Ali” he said, dropping his hand from me swiftly.
I raised an eyebrow, “Ali? Really?”
“What would you prefer I called you?”
“Ali’s Ok. As long as you don’t mind if I call you Jazzy”
His eye twitched slightly, as though he was fighting between laughing and snarling. I laughed happily, “I like that, Jazzy. That’s gonna stick, I swear”
“Anything for you, Ali” he said, running his fingers through his hair. I laughed louder, a sudden overwhelming happiness filling me from top to bottom. I looked up at the sky smiling at the stars, “I like the night time.”
“I don’t. Well I didn’t. It was always empty; it just meant darkness to me.”
“I…I don’t like the dark” I whispered, feeling my face flush slightly, and grateful for the fact that he couldn’t see me. I rarely blushed, but it wasn’t something I wanted him to see me do.
“I…it’s not the darkness itself. It’s what’s out there. You never know what’s going to come from out of the dark.” I shuddered, my happy mood dissipating slightly.
“There’s nothing out there I would let hurt you Alice. Ever.”
I was expecting my house to be an empty shell, as we drew up outside it. Isaacs’s car wasn’t in the driveway, and I knew he was working most of this weekend. I frowned at the house, its lights shining brightly from every window, certain that I had turned most of them off.
I turned to Jasper, who was shaking his head and sighing, “No, no, no!”
I raised an eyebrow at him, “Erm…yes?”
He looked slightly amused, “I was hoping to have even a few moments with you before your…sleepover tonight. Apparently Bella and Rose had other ideas.”
Realisation hit me, “Oh. So they’re –”
“– Already here, yes.” He finished, his head pressed against the steering wheel, muttering something that sounded distinctly like, ‘Sisters’.
I was about to reply, when two pairs of cold hands seized my arms, and I was lifted violently from the car. My fear was chased away as soon as it appeared though, as my ears were suddenly filled with loud girly gossip, voiced by two very beautiful voices. I rolled my eyes, “Hi Bella, Rose.”
“Alice! We have so much to talk about, and we have everything! We have every season of the Gilmore Girls, as well as every recent issue of any magazine that mentions anything about clothes. We bought nearly the whole contents of our wardrobes, and every single beauty product we both own!”
We were in the hall by this time, Roses’ voice trilling in my ear, as Bella laughed, and pulled me down the corridor, towards the front room, before being pushed onto a large pile of cushions and duvets, some of which were definitely not mine.
Bella sat crossed-legged in front of the TV, sorting through my DVD collection, her arms filled with cases, while Rose flitted between the sofas, sorting piles of clothes. Jasper was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes dark, glowering at his sisters.
“You better return her in the exact condition she’s in now Rosalie Hale, or I swear to God that I will –”
“Jasper Whitlock. Leave. Now” Rosalie screeched, pointing towards the front door, standing in front of her brother. He stood up straighter, at least a head taller than her, his face darkening with every second. I leapt up from the cushions, darting to his side as quick as I could.
“Jasper.” I whispered, plucking as his sleeve, “Jasper it’s fine. They’re not going to kill me. It's just a sleepover. Go.”
He turned to me, his eyes fading from deep black, to a soft gold. I’d never realised how much taller he was than me until that moment; I didn’t even reach his shoulder. He ran his fingers down my cheek, across my throat, resting for a moment on my pulse.
“I love you Alice.” He said, his eyes fixed on mine, his voice barely more than a whisper. The seconds dragged, and both of us seemed to be reluctant to move.
Suddenly he was gone, the air in front of me was empty, and I turned just fast enough to see him disappear through the front door. I took a deep breath, and leaned back against the doorframe, my eyes drifting closed.
“No you don’t Alice! We’re not even started!”
I jumped slightly, having nearly forgotten about my company, but there they were, looking more beautiful than ever. Bella and Rose, sitting on the mountain of cushions, with knowing smiles on their faces. I stuck my tongue out at them, and jumped in-between them, bouncing on the cushions, pressing play on the remote.
It was nearly 4 am before I felt the first hints of exhaustion behind my eyelids. We were lying on the floor, with Rose giving me a pedicure, and Bella trying on shoes, pulling faces at them.
“Don’t snarl at my Louboutins, Bella. They’re special” I said, stifling a yawn behind my arm. I thought I’d done it quite successfully, but a second later I was being hauled to my feet.
“Bedtime for the human!” Rose snickered, tugging me up the stairs. I yawned again, “I’m not tired!” I said, widening my eyes, as if to prove it.
They laughed at me, “I never thought I’d see it Alice, but you have officially run out of energy!” Bella said, grinning.
“I haven’t!” I protested loudly, stamping my foot as we reached my bedroom, “I don’t want to go to sleep!”
Bella raised her eyebrows, “I bet you threw a lot of tantrums as a child didn’t you Alice?”
I nodded, falling backwards onto my bed, “I was renowned for them. It was awesome.” I let out another yawn, turning to face the window, watching the deep black fade into a pearly grey as the sun rose.
“Go to sleep Alice, we’ll tidy up downstairs, and be here when you wake up.” I was asleep before the first rays of light hit my window.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away!” She might have been in Alices house, and I might have been in the forests racing towards it, but I could still hear Rosalies snide comments, as she heard me approaching. I snarled, reaching the front door, and entering.
I could hear Alices soft breathing upstairs, and guessed she was asleep. Bella and Rose were tidying the front room, which looked like it had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I immediately felt sorry for it.
Alices scent was strong down here – nothing to what it would be like upstairs, but still enough to make me close my eyes for a moment, debating whether or not I should breath.
“Jasper.” Bella was in front of me, “Jasper, you can do it. Trust me.”
I couldn’t say anything, just nodded, trying to ignore the burn of thirst in my throat,
"She’s upstairs Jasper, and she’ll probably be awake soon. She’s only been asleep for 2 hours, but I get the feeling that little pixie doesn’t need that much time to recharge!”
I nodded again, swallowing the venom, and making my way to the stairs. I heard Bella and Rose close the front door behind me, heard them running through the forest, back home.
I had reached her door, and wasn’t sure if I could enter, my hand frozen on the handle. I could smell her stronger here, the intensity of her scent from her room was almost overpowering. I paused, listening to her steady heartbeat on the other side of the wood, as clear as if she was right next to me.
Before I knew what I was doing, the door was open, and I was inside, holding my breath, not daring to move as I stood in the doorway. Seconds drifted into minutes, and I don’t know how long I stood there, not moving an inch. I watched her tiny form rising and falling in front of me, and leant against the door gently, sliding down it to sit on the floor.
I didn’t know why I was about to do what I was going to do, just that I was. I clenched my fingers into fists, and took one deep, slow breath.
The effect was instantaneous; her scent exploded on my tongue, touching every sensory organ I had, filling my nose with the scent of oranges and roses, with the slightest hint of vanilla.
I ignored the venom on my mouth, and took another breath, determined to be strong enough, if not for me, then for her.
I was sitting on the sofa by her bed when she opened her eyes. It wasn’t yet 7 am, but as soon as her eyes met mine, and was filled with energy.
She sprung from the bed, sitting on the covers, smiling widely, and bouncing slightly, “Good morning Jazzy”
I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, entirely thankful that she hadn’t tried to come closer to me, “Good morning Ali. You’ve had less than 4 hours sleep, how are you awake?!”
She shrugged, “What can I say –”
“– You’re unique?” I finished for her, causing her smile to widen, and he emotions to swell up, to heights I’d never experienced before. Who knew such a tiny girl could feel so much?”
“Look at that, you’re already finishing my sentences. How quaint.”
I snorted with laughter, my fingers tightening on the armrest. Something about her made me want to be myself – too much like myself.
“What are we doing today then, Jasper Hale?”
I thought for a moment, before deciding on something so…risky. Something that hadn’t yet crossed my mind before this moment,
“I’m going to take you to my house. To meet my family.”
Her emotions faltered for a moment; going from shocked, to nervous and back to happy in less that 10 seconds. I once again marvelled at her, but she hadn’t finished surprising me yet.
She was up, dancing towards the door, leaping lightly over a pile of shoes, turning to face me, with a twinkle in her eye, “Ok. I’m going to have a shower. you can choose me a ‘Meet The Parents’ outfit.”
- 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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