A Rainy Afternoon
After a fleeting 6 week long summer of happiness, Alice has a vision which sends her whole new world spiralling into chaos. Alone, scared and left trying to prevent a future which seems inevitable Alice Brandon learns that even being immortal can't save her fairytale relationship, and everything that she knows is about to come crashing down around her. SEQUEL TO THE SUNSHINE TRAIN, AND REEEAALLY WON'T MAKE SENSE WITHOUT IT.
Disclaimer: I own copies of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. I also own the Twilight DVD and I do have the half finished Midnight Sun manuscript saved on my harddrive. Apart from that however, I have nothing :(
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"There have been five great kisses since 1642 B.C...(before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy...Well, this one left them all behind."
- The Princess Bride
There was only one thing about being human that I missed. I missed dreaming; falling asleep and letting your mind take over completely. Travelling through memories and strange worlds that you never would think of otherwise.
It had been 6 weeks; 1008 hours; 60480 seconds since I had last slept, and I still missed it. I wouldn't trade an eternity with Jasper for anything, but sometimes just a few moments of sleeping, of dreaming, would be complete heaven.
Yes. I missed dreaming everyday.
I could hear my family talking about me as I laid on mine and Jasper's bed, barely wrinkling the smooth bedsheets. Emmett thought I was strange, Rosalie found me mildly amusing, Bella could see where I was coming from and Edward...he wasn't even paying attention.
I sighed, and closed my eyes again, taking a deep breath.
This was my alternative.
You see, living eternally with nothing to break up the endless cycle of days and nights, I was bound to get bored eventually.
So whenever I got bored, I did this.
I laid on our bed, I closed my eyes, and I looked into the future.
I searched the futures of my family, of Isaac, of anyone I felt like it. I watched the future flitting past my vision for hours without noticing. Because I could.Jasper was opening the door to our room, a nervous smile fitted onto his face. He approached me on the bed carefully, and I found myself pondering just how beautiful his skin looked against the light blue of his jumper. I definitely needed to by him more clothes of that shade.
He stood in front of me for a moment, his hands fumbling awkwardly, as though he wasn't quite sure what to do with them, “Alice...I..”
He paused, put his left hand into his back pocket and pulled out a small, dark ring box...
I pulled myself out of the vision abruptly, grinning as widely as I possibly could. He was going to ask me to marry him!
And I didn't want to ruin the surprise anymore than I already had, he seemed nervous enough already. I snorted to myself; like I was going to say no to him.
My hands were shaking with excitement as I reached over and grasped the latest issue of Vogue to distract myself.
I hadn't lingered in the vision long enough to realise just when it would occur, and I didn't want to risk looking again in case I ruined the surprise anymore.
He wants to marry me!
I don't know why I was so surprised. He'd already turned me into a bloodsucking, soulless, immortal monster; he was pretty much stuck with me forever.
Alice...Alice Cullen? I mused to myself. Alice Brandon. Alice...Hale? No. Alice...Whitlock. I smiled brightly again behind the magazine.
The minutes ticked by, and I found myself paying more attention to the world outside the room, rather than the Fall 09 couture collection on the page in front of me. I could hear someone approaching the house at a tremendous speed, and my unbeating heart very nearly jolted as he grew closer.
Come home Jasper!
He wasn't far away now, having only gone a few miles away to hunt. He was so close I could smell him; his beautiful sea spray-green apples-rain-and-grass scent that I loved so much.
The family downstairs was leaving, I could hear them all flitting to respective areas of the house or surrounding areas as Jasper got closer home. Emmett and Rose drifting off towards the garage to 'take apart a car', although I knew more than anyone that that definitely wasn't what they were planning to do. Edward and Bella had taken a leisurely run to their meadow, like they did every few days. Esme had retired outside to work on her garden, and Carlisle had been called into work.
The door creaked open, and I glanced up from behind Vogue. I knew who it was, of course I did. I could smell him, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up whenever he was near me and...well I was psychic. But I still wanted to see his face. Always.
Jasper looked nervous, running his fingers through his hair and swallowing hard. This was a rare phenomenon, he was always calm and collected.
His eyes settled on mine but the slight unease didn't leave his face, even as he smiled at me. I found myself contemplating just how beautiful the blond of his hair, and the white of his skin looked against the pale blue of his...wait a minute...
He had barely opened his mouth and started speaking when I cut him off. I was up off the bed, scrambling down the covers, leaping into his arms and trusting completely that he would catch me.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, “Yes, I'll marry you!”
A faint look of slight shock passed across his beautiful face, before he burst into a dazzling smile. “There goes my proposal!” He laughed, wrapping his arms firmly around my back and spinning me round, as I pressed countless kisses to his cheeks, “I guess it serves me right for trying to surprise a psychic!”
I laughed along with him, our voices joining together in a moment of pure love and happiness, that I wished could last for eternity.
“Wait, Alice,” he said, lowering me back onto the edge of the bed, “I promised myself that I would do this properly.”
He slid onto the floor, settling himself onto one knee inbetween my legs, his hands resting on my thighs and mine on his shoulders.
“Alice Brandon. I have...no words that could express my love to you. There hasn't been a word invented that even compares to what I feel for you right now, so I'm going to have to use somebody else's.”
He cleared his throat unnecessarily before starting.
“I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now then when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you.
My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Arabia, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch.
Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.
Alice...Will you marry me?”
If I was able to cry, tears would have been streaming down my cheeks as he spoke. I'd never been a big crier, even when I was human, but Jasper seemed to know exactly what to say to invoke the most amazing feelings in me.
He was looking at me hesitantly, avoiding my eyes, as though he actually thought I would reject my favourite proposition of love that he had memorised from one of my favourite books.
I put my fingers under his chin, raising his eyes to meet mine, “You do know that speech was said by a girl, right?”
He chuckled, “I know. Just don't tell Emmett. I'll never hear the end of it.”
I laughed, and scooted back on the covers, tugging on his hand until he crawled up the bed behind me. He settled back against the headboard and I leaned against his chest, my head tucked under his chin
He raised my hand in both of his and slipped a silver ring onto my ring finger, a perfectly sized diamond with an emerald either side. Not too flashy, not too simple; perfect.
“So...are we going to have a huge wedding, with an enormous party?” I teased, the excitement of planning already sparking in my mind. Visions flickered before my eyes.
Me walking up the aisle on Isaac's arm, the entire town surrounding us on gilt chairs.
A small registry office, both of us in jeans in front of a judge, with the family sitting behind us smiling.
“You tell me,” Jasper said, running his fingers through my hair, “You're the psychic. We can do whatever you want.”
“When do we tell them?”
The rest of the family had dutifully left the immediate area, giving us as much peace as they could. Although they almost definitely already knew, it would still be a fun announcement.
“I think we can leave them hanging for a while,” he smiled into my hair, “Build up the suspense and all...”
A few moments passed in silence, as we sat listening to the far off noises of our family, the birds and the trees, the cars on the road.
“It really is fitting that I chose today to propose to you,” Jasper murmured, “I would have been stuck at what to get you otherwise.”
I paused, confused, “Why?”
He laughed again, “Did you forget darlin'? Today is technically your eighteenth birthday.”
“So it is.”
“Well, Happy Birthday.”
I looked up into his dark, golden syrup coloured eyes, my love for him reaching heights I'd been unaware of before, before pulling his face down to mine.
Because William Goldman was right, and there have only been 5 great kisses since 1642 B.C, if you don't include Buttercup and Westley's. But I like to think that as my lips met Jaspers, and my entire being was filled with complete and utter adoration for my vampire fiancé, that this kiss left them all behind.
And the best thing is that death can't stop true love, my family are existing proof of this, and everyday I walk on this earth I will love Jasper just a little bit more.