Jasper's P.O.V:
The family had went hunting and it was just Esme and me. It was so peaceful. Esme's emotions were always so calm and relaxed that you couldn't help but smile when you were around her. Suddenly, I heard a Bella's truck coming down the driveway and there was only one emotion coming off her. Determination. My eyebrows knit together and I went and looked out the window. What was she doing here? Did Edward forget to tell her that everyone was going hunting? I saw her park the rusted monster she calls a truck, jump out of the cab, and make her way for the front door. She knocked and waited for Esme to answer. I heard Esme make her way for the door, and greet her. They had a interesting conversation (A/N: Didn't feel like doing a complete blow by blow of the last chapter) and then she made her way upstairs, towards my study, where I was holding myself up in ever since they had went hunting, which was 2 maybe 3 hours ago. She knocked on my door without a second of hesitation. At least she has manners enough to knock, unlike some people I know. I went over to the door and prepared myself for the enticing, sensual smell of her blood. Only a moment later did I open the door.
"Bella?" I asked with confusion.
She smiled at me and I was hit with confidence, trust, and loyalty. My eyes widened as I searched her eyes for any type of fear or hesitation, there was none. I smiled gratefully at her.
"Hey Jasper. Come for a ride with me." She said, grabbing my hand, and dragging me with her down the stairs. After a moment I figured it would be best to just go with her. How the hell was she able to pull my dead weight?
We walked to the halfway point of the driveway where I spotted two Ducati's. They sure were beautiful. I whistled, before realizing, and just stared. I felt elation come from Bella. She jumped on one and looked at me smirking, her eyes and her emotions giving a whole bunch of mischief.
"Think you can keep up, Cowboy?" She revved her engine and took off at full speed. I let out a laugh, the type of laugh that hasn't come out of my mouth since I was still living with Peter and Char. I then jumped on my bike, revving the engine in the same manner she had not only moments before, and chased after her.
After a few minutes I was finally able to catch up to her. She smiled and looked at me. It all happened in slow motion. Her wrist turned the wrong way, causing her to fly over the handlebars and roll across the blacktop of the road.
"Bella!" I yelled, cutting my engine, and rushing to her.
She wasn't wearing riding gear! Why wasn't she wearing riding gear? She was human and she should have known there was a possibility that she could get into an accident.
I rolled her over, my military training taking hold, and checked her for the essentials. She was pretty scraped and banged up. She had a gash on her head. I then noticed she was missing an essential thing...A heartbeat.
Her heart wasn't beating. She wasn't breathing either. I looked at her eyes, them being glazed over and unfocused.
She was dead.
I picked her upper body up, and cradled it to my chest. "No. No, no, no, no! Please, Bella, please wake up! You can't be dead. I need you, Alice needs you, Edward needs you! Please wake up!" I sobbed.
I felt something wet on my cheek. I wiped my hand there, thinking that some blood had gotten on me, looking at my hand I saw it wasn't blood, it was water. I was crying actual tears.
I put that to the back of my mind, grabbed Bella's body, and ran to the house. When I got there I went and put Bella on the couch and Esme came in smiling, but that smile was soon replaced with a look of horror, as she looked from me to Bella and back to me, with pity and disappointment being the predominant emotions. I growled at her.
"I didn't drain her!," I snarled, "there was an accident while we were riding. It all happened so fast...there was nothing I could do." I said sadly.
"You could have taken her to a hospital!" She said.
I shook my head. "No, because she was dead by the time I had reached her." I said.
She nodded. "I'll contact the family and have them come home."
I nodded and stared at her once brown depths so full of life, now absolutely lifeless and unresponsive. I closed her eyes with my hand. She looked so peaceful in death, as if she was sleeping and she would wake up any moment. But she would never wake up.
Ever since I was born, there has been nothing but death. First, my mother died having me, then I join the war efforts, then I am turned by Maria, forced to fight in her wars, finally to escape and find happiness, only to have the death of someone I was hoping to get to know.
Esme walked back in the room saying that they were on their way and that I was not to hurt Edward, even if he attacked me. Always choosing the golden boy.
A couple minutes later, the family was back at the house. Edward rushed to Bella and was dry-sobbing. After about 10 minutes he looked at me, his eyes a pitch black. He tackled me to the ground, growling and snapping at me.
"This is all your fault. You're the reason she's dead. You are nothing, but a scarred monster. You will never be a Cullen." He yelled in my face.
I pushed him off me and got on my feet.
Alice then walked up to me and handed me a envelope. I peered inside and my eyes widened at the contents.
Divorce papers.
"Alice. Please! It was an accident." I pleaded.
She shook her head.
"No, Jasper. Edward's right, about you, about all of it. You caused the death of an innocent girl, your "brothers" mate, my best friend. You're not suppose to do that as a Cullen. You're a poor excuse of a cold one, a poor excuse of a man." She whispered.
"Well, it's a bloody good thing he isn't a Cullen or Cold One then." a voice, so familiar, with a British accent said.
We looked to see Bella standing there, looking livid, and glaring at Alice.
Ah, if only looks could kill. Alice would surely be dead.
Edward smiled, "Love, you're alive! Wait, how is that possible? Your body was cold. You were dead."
She smirked, "Ah. Simple. I was already dead."
His face blanched, "Love, please don't joke like that."
She frowned and shuddered, "One, I'm not your love,I never loved you. I merely acted like I did to get close to Jasper, Rose, and Emmett," She smiled secretly, "Plus that wasn't a joke. Was it Rose?"
Rose smirked and laughed, "Oh, you are such a bitch, Aria."
Edward growled at her, causing Bella and Rose to roll their eyes.
Why would Rose call Bella Aria?
"Oh, but it's so much fun." She mocked.
I was growing more confused as this conversation continued.
"Wait, what do you mean I'm not a Cold One? What the hell is going on?" I fired off the questions.
"Seriously, it took you that long to process that information." 'Aria' smirked.
Emmett chuckled. "Baby girl, quit being so mean. He looks more frustrated than a sex addict thats been in a convent for a year. He looks like he's going to burst a blood vessel."
She sighed and walked right up to me, looking me in the eye, and whispered, "Remember"
Everything came rushing back. My real life and who I really was.
A couple minutes later, I glared at her.
"What in the hell, Aria?" I yelled.
She shrugged. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Yeah, I know. That is such an Edward move, but hey, I've been doing it since before he was born.
"You are such a pain in the ass." I said.
She grinned broadly. "Yet, you love me anyway." She sounded so confident.
I smirked at her. "Says who?"
"Says me." She laughed.
She launched herself at me, hugging me like I would disappear in a moment. I hugged her back. Even though in my memories she didn't exist, my heart still missed her.
I kissed her forehead before pulling away from the hug and then hugging Rose.
"I missed you." She whispered, tears running down her face. I wiped them away with the pad of my thumb.
"I know." I said smiling sadly. Then, I kissed her.
See, this wasn't really Rosalie Hale. This was Rebekah Mikaelson. Tyler Lockwood and her had a witch do a spell to make themselves look Emmett and Rosalie, while those two were off on their own, to be around to protect Aria.
I heard Alice screech. I pulled away from Rebekah and looked at her raising my eyebrow.
"You cheating son of a bitch!" She screamed.
I smirked, grabbing a pen, signed the papers and threw them at her. I then kissed my girl with all I had. She eagerly kissed me back and then we heard a throat clear. We broke apart to look and see a smirking Aria.
"Now, I love you guys but I don't want to see my little sister getting it on with her man friend...thing." She said.
I rolled my eyes and gave Bekah another quick peck on the lips before turning to the others.
"Well, my guess is that you all want explanations?" Rebekah said.
The Cullen's all nodded.
"Perhaps we should all sit and you four tell us going on." Carlisle said demanding.
Rebekah, Tyler, and I looked at each other. "Oh shit." We whispered.
Aria's eyes flashed Amberish yellow for a moment.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry. Who died and made you king, Carlisle?" She asked putting her hands on her hips.
"Seeing as I am the oldest thing in the room, I thought I would help all the confusion." He smiled.
Tyler grabbed Aria and held her as she squirmed to get out of his grip.
She was wanting to go after Carlisle and we weren't going to allow that.
"Bekah, try to calm her down." Tyler yelled.
She nodded and got into her older sisters line of sight, trying to keep her eyes off of Carlisle, who stood there mouth open wide.
I growled at him, "Now you've gone and done it. You just had to go an order her around then assume you're oldest assuming you know best."
Tyler wasn't going to be able to hold her much longer seeing as to what she is.
"Tyler, get her outside. Rebekah, keep her eyes on you. Esme, I need a bottle of water. Other Cullens, stay out of her way and away from her teeth." I said before running upstairs.
I went into mine and Alice's old room, looking for the plastic bag, knowing that I had what could save Aria from herself also saving us. I finally found it and grabbed it racing back down stairs, grabbing the bottle from Esme, and running out the back door.
"Babe, hurry up!" Bekah yelled. dodging another attempt from Aria to bite her.
I poured the ziplock contents into the bottle, capped it, and shook it mixing it up.
This was one of the few things that could cause her harm.
Wolfsbane.
I nodded to Tyler and Bekah and they got Aria on the ground. Tyler had her arms, Bekah her legs, and I straddled her stomach. I uncapped the bottle and prayed that she could forgive me, before pouring the tainted water into her mouth and forcing her to swallow. She screamed in pain and tried to buck me off her but I continued what I was doing.
After a few moments she started growling. Just at the point that the others weren't paying attention, she sank her teeth into my arm.
I bit my lip to keep quiet, as not to alarm the others, and finished off the bottle.
I pulled down my sleeve and saw her coming back.
She looked at me worried. "I didn't bite you, did I?"
I smiled at her.
"No. No, you didn't bite me." I told her.
I lied. She had, meaning that if I didn't get Klaus' blood I was going to die. I refused to let her go near him after what he did to her.
She nodded.
I got off her and pulled her up.
She looked at the Cullens.
"Explanation time. Oh and Carlisle," she smiled sweetly at him, "Don't assume anything. It makes an ass out of you and me. Next time, you could pay with your life." She then walked into the house and we followed her in.
I knew what she said had been a promise not a threat. Aria didn't to threats, that was all Klaus. If she said something about her killing you, she usually ended up doing just that.
When we got in the house, she was sitting on the couch, sipping on some bourbon. Where the hell did she get bourbon in a house of Cold Ones? They couldn't drink.
"Ok. I shall start. My name is Aria Mikaelson and I am a hybrid." She said with a predatory
grin.
