An Unexpected Lover

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Chapter Two

Jasper held me in his arms, and we both sobbed.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated in a whisper over and over.

I don't know how long we sat there, but my tears finally ran out. I looked up into his eyes and could see the sadness there behind them. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him close to me.

"I'm the one who's sorry. You didn't do anything wrong, alright? I shouldn't have said those things."

"Bella, I ruined your life, and for that, I am eternally scarred. I never meant to take Edward away from you."

I placed my hands on either side of his face and stared into his topaz pools. "You, sir, are not responsible for what Edward has done to me. Do you understand me?" He nodded, and I hugged him again. "Are the others here?"

"No, I came alone."

"What about Alice?"

"We…" He paused for a moment. "We're not together anymore."

I gasped. "Why?!"

"It's a story I'll tell you some other time, alright?"

I nodded. "Where is everyone else, though?"

"Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, and Rose are in Alaska. Alice… She flew off to Paris."

It was silent for a moment before I whispered, "Edward?"

He shook his head. "I don't know."

I sighed. "It doesn't matter, anyway. That's the past." I stood up and grabbed another beer out of the fridge.

"You've changed, Isabella."

"Yeah?" I popped the top off of the Bud and took a gulp.

"Why?"

"I wanted a new start."

He nodded. "I can accept that." I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drag to calm my nerves. "But why the smoking and alcohol?"

"One relaxes me, and the other helps me forget for a little while."

"There are other ways to do those things, Bella."

"That may be, but I'm perfectly fine using the things that are going to kill me eventually. I have nothing to really live for, you know?" Another puff.

"You have Charlie."

"He won't be around forever."

"You have your mom."

"Do you see her here? No. She doesn't even call me anymore."

"You have…"

"Nothing? Yeah."

He moved closer. "You have me."

"For now. But we both know you'll be out of here soon."

"Don't be so sure."

I took another drag. "What makes you think I want you here?"

"I'm an empath, remember? I know what you're feeling."

I laughed once without humor. "I'm sure you do." Another long drag.

"Want to know what you're feeling right now?"

"I think I can figure that shit out for myself, thanks."

"You're not as badass as you think you are, Bella," he stated, leaning against the counter across from me.

"You may be a empath, but you don't know what the hell I'm thinking. Don't pull that fucking Edward shit on me, okay?"

"There's no need to be so angry."

"There is when you've been through what I've been through."

"You don't know shit about what's happened to me in the last few months, so you can just stop with the attention-whore act, okay?!"

I dropped my cigarette and stared. After gaining my composure, I used a menacing voice and slowly said, "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

He stepped closer, and I could see his eyes turning darker. "I'm Jasper fucking Whitlock."

I stepped closer, too. "Yeah? Well, you can Jasper fucking Whitlock yourself out of my house."

"Last time I checked, I'm the mother fucking vampire. You don't tell me what I can and cannot do." Our noses were almost touching.

"What? You're saying that being a fucking monster is better than having blood rushing through your veins?"

"We both know I could have your blood rushing through me in a minute."

"You wouldn't let yourself do that. Think of the guilty fucking conscience you'd have and what Edward would do to you."

"I'm not afraid of either. I've killed before."

"Of course, you have. I wouldn't be surprised if your eyes were red instead of gold right now."

"Technically, they're not either at the moment."

"True. You probably want to sink your teeth into my luscious neck." I moved my hair out of the way and tilted my head to the side, revealing my pulsing artery.

"Quite the contrary, Isabella."

My eyes grew wide, and I knew instantly what he meant by the look on his face. He breathed against my lips, and I inhaled deeply. Shaking, I tripped my way out of his path, and he looked away. I ran a hand through my hair and gulped down all of my beer, grabbing another. It was quiet for a long while, and I swept up my cigarette ashes from when it fell to the floor. Still squatting on the ground, I began to cry.

"Bella?"

"Can you just leave? I can't have you here."

"I'm sure Charlie won't mind."

"I don't want you here, Jasper!" I leaned against the cabinets and pushed my blonde locks back. Quieter, I continued. "Just leave. Don't come back. I'll find some way to let you know when I'm ready."

"Ready to what?"

"Ready to talk to you. If I ever am."

"Oh." The still of the quiet overcame us again, and I reached for the Bud I had just pulled out, taking a long drink. "Here's my number," he finally told me, handing me a small sheet of paper which he just scribbled on in his perfect handwriting. "I'm always awake," he joked.

I just nodded, not acknowledging it. "Goodbye, Jasper."

He sighed. "Look, I didn't come back to fight, or argue, or whatever this shit is we're doing. I came back to help you move on with your life."

"Well, you're just making it worse. So just leave before I fucking make you."

A pained expression flashed across his face, and in moments, he was gone. Just like I wanted my memories to be.

A/N: I know it's odd. The reason she's like this will most likely be revealed in the next chapter. Review!