A/N: Just a quick idea that popped into my head and I decided to post it.

Disclaimer : I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.

BPOV

I was walking home from the bar while trying not to a) Cry, or b) Fall on my face, or ass, whichever came first. Kyle, my boyfriend – ex-boyfriend -, had just yelled and embarrassed me in front of all my friends by telling them all my deepest darkest secrets before breaking up with me.

I was sure a relationship with most of them would be impossible now.

And I never wanted to see Kyle ever again.

I reached the edge of the town – I had accepted a ride from Kyle to get to the bar in the first place. A stupid idea, I know, but I hadn't then known what he was going to do.

I grumbled as it started to drizzle – it was a very wet drizzle, the kind that soaked you in seconds.

About five minutes later, I got fed up of being absolutely freezing and being my ever-over-dramatic self, I decided I was probably going to die of hypothermia if I didn't get to shelter soon. My house wasn't for another three miles, so I looked around, went to a nearby tree for protection, and wrapped my arms around myself, shivering profusely.

I looked around again, and something caught my eye – a small building covered in moss, vines and dirt. It would have been invisible from the road.

I didn't care who lived there, I just wanted out of this horrible weather. Hell, they could be murderers in there, but as long as they let me get warm first, then I really didn't care.

Hey that rhymed…

Oh god, I was going delusional.

I opened the door to the small run –down place, and wondered as I stepped into the empty room, that maybe there wasn't anyone in here at all.

Then I saw the small little doorway leading down the cellar and I got curious. I should have just stayed up in that room, but no, I wanted to explore. Maybe there were blankets? I mean, it was eleven at night outside, and the only source of light I had was my torch…

Nope. I was stupid.

I opened the doorway and stepped onto the first step, shining the light into the darkness.

I swear on all that is holy I heard a growl.

I told myself it was just the stairs creaking and ignored it.

But as I got further and further down into the cellar, I realised that there was actually something making that low continuous noise, and it got louder the closer I got to the bottom.

At said bottom, I lifted my torch and looked around, trying not to shiver. But at least there was no wind down here – rather then up in the main room where the wind seeped through the cracks. And there was no rain either.

It was empty apart from the bundle of clothes in the corner.

I approached them slowly, shining my light on it. The clothes seemed to be vibrating. The growling was getting louder – turning into snarling, but my sense of self-preservation seemed to be on the fritz, or maybe it never worked in the first place, because I knelt down, finally realising what it was.

"Hello?" I asked.

It was a person. A man – I couldn't tell his age – and his arms were clamped around his legs, clutching them tightly to his chest, so tightly, I thought if he would let go they would break. He was shaking, and emitting a loud, dangerous snarling noise. His hair – longish, to his chin – but I couldn't tell for the life of me what colour it was, as he was absolutely covered in dirt and filth. I couldn't even tell if those curls were natural.

His head was buried in his lap and I wondered how he had known I was here, but then I remembered how squeaky the stairs had been.

"Hello?" I asked again but he didn't make a sound, just continued to growl, and shake.

"My name's Bella." I said, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

When I did, he froze completely, and the growling stopped, as did his breathing – or was he even breathing to begin with?

Suddenly he slowly began to raise his head, and I let out a gasp when I realised his eyes were completely black. I'm not kidding – black. No colour, just a flat, dangerous black.

My self-preservation seemed to restart, and I scrambled back away from him as fast as I could, my torch skidding along the floor to rest, pointing at the man as he turned slowly – dangerously – towards me, and it cast huge, looming shadows behind him.

I reached the stairs and tried to crawl up them, but he let out a growl, and I felt myself freeze. He began to crawl slowly towards me, his black eyes fixed directly on me, yet they seemed to be unseeing – not looking at any part of me in particular, just staring.

He reached me then, and he loomed over me, making me gasp again and press my back as far as I could into the stairs, but it was never going to be far enough. The steps dug into me, but still I tried to push against them.

I watched as the man's nostrils flared. He inhaled, his eyes narrowed, and they fixed for the first time, on my throat. "P-please." I heard myself whimper, my eyes closing, screwing themselves shut, turning my head away from him as far as I could, and, in the process, revealing my neck to him.

He snarled again at the sound of my voice and I began to cry, big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. He was going to kill me. He wasn't human and he was going to kill me.

He bore his teeth, and they glinted slightly in the light that reflected from my torch. They looked sharp. Really sharp. Oh god. I felt like I couldn't even breathe – I could hear my heart pounding away in my chest, so loud I was sure he could hear it too.

Giving what seemed like a small moan of satisfaction, he leaned in, teeth first – shining and glinting, and I knew I was going to die.

A/N: I've always loved the idea of a completely animalistic Jasper. The next chapter should be up quickly, since I've already written it :).