I just want to say I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.
Alice's P.O.V.
It was Jasper’s idea to bring me here. He thought it was time I knew more about his past. So he brought me here. I’d never been to Texas before, it was way too sunny for a vampire, but now I was here with him and I was happy that he finally wanted to share part of him with me, that he was ready for this; and if he was ready so was I.
He planned the trip carefully, he didn’t want us to be exposed or worse, meet someone nasty from his past (I shuddered at the idea). So, when I had the vision of the huge storm hitting Texas we knew this was our opportunity. So that weekend we decided to have some bonding and alone time, something we had been deprived of for way too long, and we took the plane to Texas.
We arrived just as the storm was hitting, the clouds were dense and dark, and even though it was supposed to be 3pm it looked like nighttime. ‘Perfect’ I thought. Jasper had made reservations at a fancy hotel he said had been there since the early eighteen hundreds and it certainly looked like it had, the ceilings were high and the whole thing was decorated in golden tones that gave it a warm feeling. We got the honeymoon suite, even though we were far from honeymooners, but this was the sort of like our second honeymoon after our wedding all those years ago.
That evening Jasper told me he wanted to take me horse back ridding. I was hesitant from the beginning; could he stand being on top of a live animal without suffering from bloodlust? Could I stand it? I didn’t tell him any of these things though, this was his trip and I wanted to enjoy his home city as much as I could and make him happy.
Jasper had managed to get us a big and beautiful stallion, completely tall and intimidating even for a vampire, in front of the hotel. He got on top of the horse swiftly and offered me his hand. For all my gracefulness, getting on top of a horse was very awkward, I must have looked like a monkey; but Jasper laughed and then everything was fine. When I finally managed to get on top of the beast, I wrapped my arms tightly around Jasper’s waist and then we were off, galloping softly. I had no idea where Jasper was taking me, but I didn’t really care. Just being there, my arms wrapped around him, was more than enough. I closed my eyes and waited. About fifteen minutes later the horse stopped snorting loudly. I slowly opened my eyes to see Jasper’s face smiling and radiant looking at me.
“Come on.” he said
I got off the horse with his help and he lowered me gently to the ground. We were at a field, a vast open area of nothingness surrounded by small souvenir shops.
“Where are we?” I asked
“I used to fight here, when I was in the army.” he said “I lived for the thrill of the battle.”
I looked around, taking in the feel and memories of everything that was so very him. He walked me over to a memorial stone with thousands of names written on it. Jasper ran his hands slowly over the names engraved on the hard stone.
“These are all those lost in the war, soldiers and natives of Texas.” he said “Some of my best friends are on this.”
I smile, resting my hands over his and kissing his cheek.
“You are a wonderful man Jasper Whitlock.” I whispered.
He smiled.
Alice's P.O.V.
It was Jasper’s idea to bring me here. He thought it was time I knew more about his past. So he brought me here. I’d never been to Texas before, it was way too sunny for a vampire, but now I was here with him and I was happy that he finally wanted to share part of him with me, that he was ready for this; and if he was ready so was I.
He planned the trip carefully, he didn’t want us to be exposed or worse, meet someone nasty from his past (I shuddered at the idea). So, when I had the vision of the huge storm hitting Texas we knew this was our opportunity. So that weekend we decided to have some bonding and alone time, something we had been deprived of for way too long, and we took the plane to Texas.
We arrived just as the storm was hitting, the clouds were dense and dark, and even though it was supposed to be 3pm it looked like nighttime. ‘Perfect’ I thought. Jasper had made reservations at a fancy hotel he said had been there since the early eighteen hundreds and it certainly looked like it had, the ceilings were high and the whole thing was decorated in golden tones that gave it a warm feeling. We got the honeymoon suite, even though we were far from honeymooners, but this was the sort of like our second honeymoon after our wedding all those years ago.
That evening Jasper told me he wanted to take me horse back ridding. I was hesitant from the beginning; could he stand being on top of a live animal without suffering from bloodlust? Could I stand it? I didn’t tell him any of these things though, this was his trip and I wanted to enjoy his home city as much as I could and make him happy.
Jasper had managed to get us a big and beautiful stallion, completely tall and intimidating even for a vampire, in front of the hotel. He got on top of the horse swiftly and offered me his hand. For all my gracefulness, getting on top of a horse was very awkward, I must have looked like a monkey; but Jasper laughed and then everything was fine. When I finally managed to get on top of the beast, I wrapped my arms tightly around Jasper’s waist and then we were off, galloping softly. I had no idea where Jasper was taking me, but I didn’t really care. Just being there, my arms wrapped around him, was more than enough. I closed my eyes and waited. About fifteen minutes later the horse stopped snorting loudly. I slowly opened my eyes to see Jasper’s face smiling and radiant looking at me.
“Come on.” he said
I got off the horse with his help and he lowered me gently to the ground. We were at a field, a vast open area of nothingness surrounded by small souvenir shops.
“Where are we?” I asked
“I used to fight here, when I was in the army.” he said “I lived for the thrill of the battle.”
I looked around, taking in the feel and memories of everything that was so very him. He walked me over to a memorial stone with thousands of names written on it. Jasper ran his hands slowly over the names engraved on the hard stone.
“These are all those lost in the war, soldiers and natives of Texas.” he said “Some of my best friends are on this.”
I smile, resting my hands over his and kissing his cheek.
“You are a wonderful man Jasper Whitlock.” I whispered.
He smiled.
