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So I was reading all I had over and realized something important; there is absolutely no plot at all until about the tenth chapter... .... Ok, there's a little bit of plot in the next couple of chapters, but other than that, nothing really. I just wanted to have them all kind of familiarize with each other in a way that my messed up sense of humor makes completely awkward. I think two people would have to know each other for a while, especially if they're as different as Leah and Jasper, to fall in love... Anyways, this is strictly LEAPER.

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I slept for a long time. The minute I barged home, I raced up to my room, slammed the door shut and stayed there for the next fifteen hours. My mom and Seth were both too sympathetic, but I liked to think scared, to bother me or even say anything. I was that Leah again. There was nothing for them to do but wait it out.

My dreams had been strangely peaceful and quiet last night. Like the wedding hadn't occurred. It was strange. I got nightmares on the nicest of days, yet when actual horrors happen, I slept like a baby. Hmm… And I would have kept on sleeping throughout the day if it weren't for the disgusting reek that woke me up. I laid in bed for a few moments, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun streaming from the curtains I forgot to close last night, to think of what could produce such a smell. Seth was my number one suspect until I remembered that he had headed to the Cullens' house after the wedding. That little traitor was still probably there. My mom… It was probably her cooking, then. Every once in a while, she'd whip out the Quileute cook books and try to make something none of us could pronounce. And it'd smell like crap.

Finally, I grudgingly removed my arm from my face and sat up- and nearly screamed when I found Jasper sitting on the chair two feet away from my bed. "Holy shit!" I managed to say out loud without raising my voice enough to alarm my family, "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"You asked me that exact same question in the exact same way fifteen hours ago," he announced, sounding amused. I was not. To say the least, I was outraged.

"I don't give a flying fuck! Don't you know it's kinda creepy for you to stalk me here?! Won't your little girlfriend get pissed or something?!" I clutched the sheet to my neck, even though the night gown I was wearing was quite conservative.

He chuckled, "Alice understands."

I glared at him, "She understands how you stalk innocent women and watch them sleep?"

He raised a perfect golden eyebrow, "She understands how I feel around you."

I gave him a look, "Well, that's not that much better, pal."

"She was the one who told me that I'd be disappearing from her visions around this time and implied that I meet you here."

"Oh." Well, that was just strange. Maybe, after half a century of lovin', they were sick of each other. Spice up the bedroom. Experiment with other species. Ew, that was so wrong. I shuddered and quickly pulled my head out of the gutter. Neither of us said anything for a moment as Jasper was reveling in my emotions and I was simply puzzling over that new piece of information. Weren't the two bloodsuckers attached at the hip? Oh well. Why did I give a damn?

Suddenly, something occurred to me and I turned to glare at him, "I fucking hate you, you leech. Why the hell are you stalking me?!"

"Why do you hate me?" He innocently wondered, cocking his golden head to the side.

Ugh. Vampires weren't allowed to be so damn adorable. "Hello?! Werewolf here," I said, pointing at myself, "My entire existence revolves around destroying your kind. Kinda hard to be buddy buddy when I'm too busy tearing your specie's throats out."

"And what, exactly, would cause you to do such a thing?"

Stop being so damn nice to me! I can't get yell at you for that! "Because you're a murderer!" I burst out before I could help myself. A dark shadow flashed across those tawny eyes and to my surprise, I felt guilt instead of satisfaction. Was the fucker fucking with my emotions again?!

The shadow cleared and his eyes were clear and light again. He smiled pleasantly at me, "Not anymore," he brightly said.

I opened my mouth to retort with something equally harsh to get him upset again so he'd hopefully leave, but he interrupted me with his super vamp speed before I could get the words out.

"I've been thinking-"

I snorted, "Thank God," I muttered under my breath. He gave me a strange look. Oh, oopsie. That was a Jacob and Seth snub, wasn't it? Not a bloodsucker one. I'd have to think of better.

Jasper chose, and wisely so, to ignore my comment, "-And I don't think it's you at all anymore. It's me."

I blinked. Was the leech finally going crazy? "What are you talking about?"

"I apologize. I should have clarified. I was referring to my sensitivity towards your-"

"Oh. You mean how you're stalking me to get your high off of my fucked up emotions," I waved a casual hand at him, "Continue."

He looked as though he wanted to comment on what I just said, but decided against it. "Anyways, like I was saying; your emotions must not be uncommonly strong else I doubt you would be able to control them, but rather, I think it's me who's abnormal." I snorted when I heard him say that. Finally, someone who'll blame himself instead of me. I might have even liked him if it were for the fact that he sucks dry Bambi for breakfast. "I appear to be particularly sensitive to your emotions, although I'm not sure of the reason behind this. In fact…" A little frown appeared on his perfect face, "Do you remember when we had to defend Bella from Victoria and the newborns."

I rolled my eyes, "Duh."

"Well, when I was… offering strategies for destroying the newborns, I saw you and felt your emotions for the first time… It was like being lit on fire. Like no one but the two of us were present. Your emotions consumed me. Burned me. I was fearful until now."

Something about what Jasper had just described sounded remarkably familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on just what… "What made you change your mind?" I asked.

"Pure curiosity." He admitted, "But, then again, didn't curiosity kill the cat?"

"But 'satisfaction brought it back'," I couldn't kept but put in. I learned the second verse to that when I was in middle school. I snickered at the memory of tenth grade sex ed… Our teacher was telling us how we shouldn't have unprotected sex no matter how curious we were because 'curiosity killed the cat'. I just had to yell out the second half out in front of the entire class… First time I'd seen Mrs. Harper completely flabbergasted. She even gave me a detention for that, damn it.

"I suppose that does apply to this situation," His thoughtful words brought me back to reality.

"Yeah… wait a minute- did you drug me when I was asleep?" I asked, remembering my too peaceful sleep.

"Yes."

"Oh." I wanted to get angry and yell at him for manipulating my emotions, but instead, I felt grateful. I wasn't gonna say anything, though. There was no way I was thanking a leech.

Unfortunately, he could sense my gratitude. The corner of his lips twitched, "You're welcome."

I glared at him, but couldn't find anything to say. Instead, my eyes drifted to my lap and I began playing with the hem of my nightgown… Wait, nightgown?! Suddenly, it hit me. I was in my nightgown, on my bed, talking amiably with a fucking bloodsucker in my fucking room. This was so messed up.

I didn't have to say anything. As soon as Jasper experienced my emotions, he jumped to his feet, "Judging by your sudden anger, you're ready for a major blowout or something of equal extremes, so I best leave before you blow."

I nodded grimly, my hands shaking with anger in my lap, "You're not even allowed to be here… If the others found out…" I clicked my tongue in warning, "You have ten seconds to get the hell out of my room before I rip your dick off and... No, wait," An evil look appeared on my face, "Before I rip Edward's dick off and suffocate you with it." I hissed, my eyes slits.

He quirked an eyebrow, "Why would I suffocate?" He asked, "It's not large enough to block my pharynx."

My mouth dropped open in complete astonishment. He was a vampire! And a Cullen, at that! Wasn't he supposed to be like, I don't know, saintly or whatever? Saints didn't challenge the manliness of their brothers! Jasper basked in my bewilderment for a second before making his way to my open window. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes, "Human vulgarity hasn't changed much in the last century and a half. Only the publicity of it has."

I shook my head and closed my mouth to keep the flies from flying in. My anger had left instantly. All that was left was complete, exhausting incomprehension, "Fine, your own dick then?"

His crooked grin was infuriating, "Now you're thinking."

And before I could think of something degrading and offensive to say to him, he jumped out my window, leaving me alone with only his overripe stench to remind me of him. Who knew the quiet, southern gentleman was so vulgar? Sure, I'd always known Emmet was (even going as far as making sexual comments to me in front of his wife… though I didn't mind because it was interesting seeing the blonde squirm) but everyone else in the family was a saint, right? I guess I'd misjudged Jasper. Edward has a small dingdong. I snickered quietly to myself. Maybe if I told Seth that, he wouldn't act like such a lovesick puppy around him. Hell, I should get me a megaphone and coast up and down the coast, announcing it to the whole female population of Washington. Though that would just probably be a relief to him, it would cause me such vicious pleasure that I wouldn't care.

I sighed as I rolled out of bed. Though I was still exhausted, the revolting stench Jasper left was unbearable…

I've always thought that Jasper had a twisted sense of humor... After all, he's a military man... =/

Anywhoo, I know this is kind of a filler chapter, but I wanted to further establish Jasper's fascination with Leah... His need to be around her. Cookies for anyone who guesses correctly what's going on and how this will play out! ;)

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