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A/N For those who read the last chapter and liked it I offer you another. This was the first and was originally supposed to be a one shot but, I got some more ideas. Any way I hope you like this one too and if you don't off with your head. Sorry kind of loopy and tired and I am basically speak typing and blaahh blahh blahh. So I'll let you get to the story soon after these messages.

Dear reader,

I see you have visited again, thank you very much, now I have someone to share this passionate story with. This is our tale of two beings whose lives had been bound by perpetual sorrow. Shall two broken hearts make one whole one or shall fear and doubt smite them. This is the tale of Jasper and Leah, sworn enemies bound by the unwanted game of love. My fair beauty, please do listen well as I thread together these to hearts. And tonight I will lay upon you a blanket with the fable of the Shifter and her Vampire.

Scars

The night sky was painted in dark mysterious blue as the full moon mimicked the protecting shine of night light. Leah had watched it move in the sky as she tried to make a bed out of the tree branch. She hung high above the forest floor hoping to stay off the wet ground. But she had found the moon had caught her interest, the soft sound of the wind and the branches that brushed against each other were like the harp to a lullaby. She gripped herself feeling the wave of comfort leap on to her it was a fight she could not win.

Suddenly she heard the soft buzz of crickets stop and all the forest froze in more prominent silence. She crouched she could smell the scent of vampire slither it's way by. The smell was different like it was mixed with the smell of the blood of hot warm game and the hidden twinge of gun powder. Jasper.

His footsteps were light as if he had been floating instead of walking an unnaturalness that Leah had found more annoying than the smell or the tinkling bell like voices. Leah jumped down from the tree landing with soft grace.

"Jasper," she whispered with restraint she was trying not lose it. Having to wait outside for her baby brother to finish up having fun with the leeches was not the most pleasing idea. Jasper walked out from the forest with an air of military elegance if that was possible. His skin seemed translucent in the shine of the full moon. The moonlight didn't touch parts of his face making him seem dark.

"Leah," he answered back calm trying to be tame the she wolf was definitely not his favorite person. He wasn't ever unkind to a female he had just grown up that way but the feelings that rolled of her were so over whelming it was hard along with the thousand other emotions he was experiencing at once. She didn't seem happy by his calm stature.

Since day one Leah had wondered what would happen if she could crack the perfect charm all the vampires seemed to have. All it took were a couple of evil comments and unpleasant behavior and most of them would be seething with anger. Most of it was pointed to the mind rapist (Edward), the blond bimbo (Rosalie) and the leech lover (Bella) of which were the most annoying of the leech house hold.

Everyone was open to her wrath of course Momma and Papa leech had been excluded. Esme being way to kind and nice which made her feel guilty almost like she would be disrespecting her own mother if she had treated her like she treated her kids. Carlisle was extremely human more human then all of the supernatural freaks that had been residing here. This bothered her, how much of her own humanity had she lost that he seemed more human.

"I don't understand," he spoke with his southern drawl .Which he spoke with such smooth calmness despite the meaning of the question he unknowingly asked.

"There is a lot you don't understand leech," she smiled darkly," Like when summon doesn't want you around being one of them."

"What do you want," she spoke with more force.

He growled never before had Jasper shown a single once of emotion toward her nothing, she truly thought he had been made of stone. However here he was getting upset and she hadn't even tried. She would have laughed but this bothered her if he was upset like that she didn't want to be anywhere nears him. She had seen the scars on his face and arms but wasn't sure if she wanted to get in a fight with him especially without back up. Leah wasn't one to fear leeches but Jasper frightened her he seemed like a raw animal with precession execution. All in all she gave him his respect and stayed away.

All at once he could sense her fear and weariness, emotions he had never before felt from her. He wondered what she was afraid of his growling or his scars. He could feel her heart beat faster reminding him of before the Cullen's something he didn't want to go back to.

"Sorry, it's just, "he couldn't explain he didn't want to seem like a monster he had enough of scrutinizing glances. He collapsed to the ground he was just so tired.

Leah watched as the god like creature fell to the ground she hadn't seen such a human act from someone who seemed so un-human. "Are you ok?" she approached the vampire feeling a mist of sympathy enter her heart. When he looked up at her he looked sick to his stomach she kneeled next him unsure of what she was doing.

"To many feelings," he looked down at his hands that would have been shaking,"Sorry I didn't mean to snap."

Leah remembered the vamps ability to feel emotions and take them as his own along, with forcing his upon you. She understood what that felt like to feel vulnerable to somebody else's thoughts and feelings.

"It's ok," never before would she had thought she would be comforting a vampire.

"I don't understand you're being nice you're sympathizing" he seemed to be struggling with the proper words to say.

"You mean why I even give a shit," he laughed which also seemed way too human.

"Something to that effect," he looked up at her but as soon his topaz eyes locked onto her brown orbs she looked away. He didn't need his powers to know she was embarrassed you could see all on her cheeks.

"I don't know," she spoke more to herself then him," I guess I understand what you're going through. Every day I'm bombarded by unwanted thoughts and feelings of my pack."

She looked at him not really staring into his eyes,"I guess I understand how it feels to be helpless to all the feelings around you."

"Huh,' he looked down at his hands he had been staring silently at her before she had looked back at him. He had wondered what had caused her to be embarrassed surely it couldn't be his appearance. He was covered in so many scars she could see that. There was barley any beauty left except for the few things that peeked through but even they were a testament to his monstrosity. He had noticed her of course her features were of normal Native American decent perfectly sculpted cheek bones and beautiful coppery skin. But it was her eye lashes like long black feathers that would hug and lock every time she blinked and then fly open like the wings of a raven. It was the perfect shade of her pink lips as they closed into a deadly pout. It was the way she played with her hands as she spoke unsure of what she was doing and nervous. It was also her words as they flew out of her mouth like song birds sweet and understanding with not a hint of pity. He didn't understand and her previous words hit him.

There was something more to Leah Clearwater than the obvious pain and anger she carried around like a shield. Something much deeper he wondered why she was so angry but was afraid to ask. He remembered they hadn't said anything in a while and decided to start the conversation back.

"Esme wanted me to give this to you," he passed the lunch bag over,"its ok if you don't want it I won't tell her."

'I….." her stomach growled giving her away.

"Hmm," he chuckled," hear it won't kill you it actually smells half way descent."

Leah's heart beat faster his laugh wasn't like the chime of church bells so unreal and fake but alive and flawed, dorky. Somehow she found herself smiling but stopped quickly as he turned his head. She snatched up the food quickly sniffing it lightly before taking it out of the bag. It was lasagna which she absolutely adored and it smelled delicious. God did it have to smell so good now she had to take a bite. She found herself melting deep into her core amazingly it was still warm and absolutely yummy; she had to stop herself from moaning. If she could she would imprint on this and she began to devour it completely forgetting the bloodsucker sitting next to her.

Again the chuckle rang through her ears," I take it your enjoying it. You know it's not going to run away anytime soon," Leah stopped abruptly fork still in her mouth and tomato sauce on her face. Shocked back to reality by the sound of his voice Leah stared at him in surprise had he been staring at her all this time. All of sudden Jasper fell back laughing at her in her frozen image he was rolling on the floor. He hadn't really laughed like that in he didn't know when, never maybe.

"Hypocrite," Leah whispered at she stared at Jasper's shaking body.

He shot back up looking her directly in the eye," How so "Little Missy" am I a hypocrite."

"One don't call me "Little Missy," and two you go around praying on innocent woman sucking their blood it's not like they'd be running away anytime soon," Jasper smirked like the wise ass teenager he was frozen as. Leah eyes opened wider she didn't mean it that way but she couldn't hide the fierce blush on her cheeks.

"Oh forget it," Leah set the Tupperware down and began to get up when a cold hand caught her.

"Please don't stop enjoying your food on account of me I didn't mean anything by it darlin',"he looked at her sincerely feeling that if she left this moment of realness would have disappeared. He rarely had moments like this he was either being babied or watched carefully. He'd never anytime for fun which is what he had now and it been selfish to try and make her stay. Normally he would be the gentleman and be kind but all that had started to go out the window.

Much to his delight Leah sat back down picking up her food once again this time slowing down."Don't call me darling," she spoke again with the fake intensity. It wasn't like how she spoke when she first saw him. The words were spoken out of ritual just another guard. Underneath it all he could feel her contentment. It wasn't focused toward the food she had so gracefully devoured but toward him.

'There's a lot you don't understand leech' the words echoed in his ears again. Maybe she was just happy to be around someone, he doubted it though Leah wasn't that social but neither was he. Perhaps she just liked the feeling of being wanted, someone who wanted to talk to her. From what Edward had said no one really liked her in the pack.

"Why not," he said without thinking.

"Because you sound like you're not from this century."

"Well I'm not actually and people still say darling..," she cut him off.

"Yeah usually in degrading ways to agitate a woman like cat calls and turn on's, face it leechy the world ain't what it used to be," he chuckled again and she felt a chill run down her spine.

"That's true this world has changed plenty from when I grew up, so if that word bothers I won't use it. But what shall I call you?"

"I don't know we really shouldn't even be talking, I mean were enemies right so maybe we should just stay that way."

"We don't have to be you know it could be different," Jasper felt hope come from Leah then carried away by the sudden storm of anger.

"Is this some kind of keeping your friends close but your enemies' closer thing?"She looked straight at him her face buried under anger. However she couldn't look for too long or she'd get caught up in his perfect features. The kind that would stop a girl's heart and make her forgets how to breathe. However a regular woman couldn't see the scars on his face and neck their ghostly pale crescent moon shape or know how they got there. If they did they'd probably say 'Oh How terrible I'm so sorry'. To any shifter or vampire they were a warning a sign of danger. To Leah they were reminders of her own scars they may not have been visible but they would forever be with her.

Leah couldn't help but stare now as she connected the crescents with her eyes each one a different shape and size. They began to form around his face and frame it like ancient tribal art and they became beautiful. Against his alabaster skin he looked like a war god. Without rhyme or reason Leah's eyes diverted from the scars and to the shape of his brow and the chiseled form of his chin. Next to the soft wisps of hair that lay on his face too small to make actual facial hair. Then to his lips that surprisingly didn't have that cold blue of death but the look of warmness and she began to wonder if they carried the same deep passion that had slowly began to instill itself in her.

She looked into his eyes wondering if he had felt what had just been running through her mind. Yet all she saw was deep confusion and then embarrassment? He looked away from her quickly toward his hands fear rising in her was he upset from her staring. Of course he's upset, he's married and he's got another pathetic girl staring at him like some dumb bimbo .Leah tried to turn away but he looked at her again his beauty catching her in its clutches as the battle scars spoke to her soul.

"I don't understand how you've gone from passionate to angry why?" she blushed unable to speak the least she could do was turn the other way but even that she had failed to do.

"Do I upset you in some way I don't understand how all these feelings you have lead to anger, I would like to know I find you strangely enough fascinating, "the wind began to blow their direction and naturally she held her breath but she noticed it wasn't necessary .Had she already gotten used to the smell?

Slowly she watched as Jasper scooted closer toward her and felt stunned as he moved into the moonlight. She had seen a vampire sparkle in the sunlight once and was revolted by the diamond texture so unnatural. However this was different as he moved more into the moonlight the more alive he became. His pale arms began to glow translucent like the moon glowing and lighting everything around him. His hair seemed golden and burned lightly like Apollo himself sat in front of Leah. Lastly his eyes no longer were that topaz gold but a silvery blue that shimmered like the moonlight on sea water. He glowed with new life as if the moon had awakened the man inside him he was alive he was real. Leah was utterly bewitched not in her twenty years had she seen something as amazing. She saw more than just his beauty in the moonlight she saw his humanity. The scars also were a sign of his pain and suffering. The god like creature took on another form, the one of a man alive in front of her. There was more to him so much more.

He looked at her she seemed frozen her heart beat began to fill the silence .He quickly moved back he had frightened her he knew it and he turned away in disgust. Did he have to frighten everyone he met was he truly that much of a monster? He hated himself and his scars they drove everyone away even himself he was hideous. Like the lifeline to a drowning mad man a warm comforting hand touched him.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you ...I just… I don't know what happened," Leah's blush returned. She knew exactly what had happen of course he could feel her emotion that's why he was upset. Leah didn't want to admit it but she felt like he actually wanted to talk to her. She hadn't felt wanted for anything and here she was ruining it. Was she that incapable of being a good person did she have to push everyone away?

Jasper began to speak up when a booming voice came from the distance calling Leah's name. All at once reality hit them both and the warmness of the world they had created shattered .Leah's hand slid from Jasper's arm and for once he felt dead. Her hand leaving his arm was like a pulse leaving the body cold and instant death. His unthawed heart was aching for the sweet warmth and he knew he wouldn't be able to leave her alone. The limbs on his body had reacted on their own as he grabbed her shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Please Leah, I want to see you again," he begged feeling like a vagabond begging for alcohol.

Leah tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Was he serious did he really want to see her again? She wanted to say yes but it felt like everything was stopping her. Like all the past and circumstances had been coming back and tying her down. Seth's voice broke the silence again she wished she had more time to think she hated being rushed. Jasper's pleading eyes began to penetrate her heart again.

"Maybe …. I've got to go now," she looked toward where she heard footsteps.

"Maybe's good enough for me," he was happy maybe seemed like yes to him and felt his stomach doing elated flips. Leah was shocked to see the smile the answer put on his lips no one was ever happy because of her. She felt a smile peep its way out of her which had vanished as soon as it had appeared. The dead spot where Jasper's heart should have been felt like it would start pumping again as he saw her smile. Her smile was like thousand watt light bulb reflecting of a diamond which made him sound like a cheesy fool.

He helped her off the ground like the gentleman he was holding her hand trying to enjoy the last off the warmth he would have for a while."Goodbye, Miss Clearwater," he bent his head to kiss her hand just as Seth began to enter through the trees. But like the silent whisper of the night and a lost memory he disappeared.

So darlings how did you like it, please I beg of you more critique more reviews. Please I'm on my knees (not really). I'm thinking my next chapter title will be secrets or stories, which is better.? Love + you = review. 3