Chapter 3: Meeting

I was standing in the comfortable silence of my new home. Looking at the artfully decorated room. I knew having expensive things was risky in the neighborhood I chose to live in. But I couldn't bring myself to live in the nicer area. If ever a Cullen came here that is where they would go. So if they did I would at least have time before they found me.

I paced unnecessarily through the home looking at the books and paintings. I had enrolled at the local Community College so that I could begin moving on with my life. I was fascinated with humans. My own human memories had begun to fade dramatically and it was intriguing to watch them. I had no desire for their blood. Only interested in the way they reacted with other humans.

I decided once I was settled I would make the most of my new life. I would blend in and try to be as normal as possible. Then when it got to the point where it was evident that I wasn't aging I would move on.

I picked up my compilation book of Jane Austen and flipped through the pages to Pride and Prejudice. Reading it now as a Vampire was interesting. To see the magnitude of human emotions and know love could go beyond what they felt. It seemed unreal to me, that I would sit there reading normally. However, for me it just felt right.

I walked out of the house to my newly purchased used Taurus. I still wasn't one for flashy and expensive things. If I was going to blend in on the west side and brand new car wouldn't look good. Not good at all.

I made my way to the campus and slipped a pair of dark sunglasses on. My eyes were still a murky red. Not quite bright. But I'd been feeding on several deer. Perhaps that's what was making my eyes lighter sooner. I felt a stab of pain when I thought the only person who could really answer me... I would never see.

I walked through the crowded buildings until I found the History class I decided to take. History was never a favorite for me in high school. But now with being able to remember so much more it seemed as though I couldn't get enough.

I sank into a seat and waited for the lecture to begin.

"The 18th century lasted from 1701 to 1800 in the Gregorian calendar, in accordance with the Anno Domini/Common Era numbering system.

However,Western historians sometimes specifically define the 18th century otherwise for the purposes of their work. For example, the "short" 18th century may be defined as 1715–1789, denoting the period of time between the death of Louis XIV of France and the start of the French Revolution with an emphasis on directly interconnected events.

To historians who expand the century to include larger historical movements, the "long" 18th century may run from the Glorious Revolution of 1688 to the battle of Waterloo in 1815 or even later. During the 18th century, the Enlightenment culminated in the French and American revolutions. Philosophy and science increased in prominence. Philosophers were dreaming about a better age without the Christian fundamentalism of earlier centuries. This dream turned into a nightmare during the terror of Maximlien de Robespierre in the early 1790s. At first, the monarchies of Europe embraced enlightenment ideals, but with the French revolution, they were on the side of the counterrevolution.

Great Britain became a major power worldwide with the defeat of France in the Americas in the 1760s and the conquest of large parts of India. However, Britain lost the USA after the American revolution. The industrial revolution started in Britain in around the 1770s. Despite its modest beginnings in the 18th century, it would radically change human society and the geology of the surface of the earth."

As the professor droned on and some of my classmates were looking very bored, I felt energetic. Then for no reason at all I felt shock and awe. I looked around the room and my eyes settled onto a pair of topaz eyes across the room. I drank in his appearance his beautiful face and lovely blond hair. I was instantly drawn to him, and feeling aroused.

I shook my head slightly wondering what effect he was having over me. But I couldn't look away from him. He still looked concerned. Suddenly what the professor was saying was lost on me. I didn't care anymore. I needed to get over and speak to Jasper. I needed to hear his voice. His scent was delicious. He smelt of dark chocolate and Cinnamon with a hint of fresh cut grass. The scents together did wonderful things to my body.... Things I hadn't expected to feel...Lust...

JPOV

I got a modest 2 bedroom home on the outskirts of Grand Rapids. Not many neighbors, access to the woods. It would make things extremely easy for me.

Everything was ready when I arrived. Alice must have done something. I stood in the newly furnished living room and pondered Alice. I'd memorised all of her looks. This look was off, she had looked sad, guilty, and happy all in one. I never understood her...

I walked around and around my new home drinking in the detail. It was an older home newly renovated. Alice knew me all to well. The thing that bothered me was the second bedroom was made with wall to wall books and a closet filled with clothes.

I shook my head wondering if Alice would decide to join me at some point. I walked into my room and had to smile. It was done to my taste. Reminding me of a home I had vague memories of. Texas. Then to my utter surprise was an old album. I lifted it gingerly paying special care. I flipped it open and fell to my knees. Before me were pictures of my childhood. Of my parents and me. Me in my uniform for war... It was unnerving to see all of these images and only have fuzzy images in my head. This made some of those memories brighter.

I saw a small note tucked inside and I took it out and read it.

Jasper,
When this letter is finished, please don't hate me.
I know you're wondering why you could ever hate
me. But I think this is something I need to finally get
off my chest. I really screwed things up Jasper. When
we moved back to Forks and I had the visions I did of
Bella. I doctored them. Edward only saw what I
wanted him to see. You weren't meant to be mine.
You were never mine Jazz, not really. It was you
Bella was supposed to fall in love with. It was you
that was meant to change her. But I lied. I didn't want
to lose you. Even though I knew she would bring you
more happiness. I lied. I ruined Edward's life. When
we left everything shifted. I would have visions of us
we never make it to the end. You always leave.
But when I saw Bella. Everything changed. It's
giving you a second chance. She's your true mate.
I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I'll always
love you Jasper.

Ally

I read and reread the letter in disbelief. She was my mate? Wasn't she? I thought we had committed to each other. Her letter left me feeling depressed and angry. She was leaving me? After we'd spent the better part of a century together? I wasn't meant for Bella... Edward was. I nearly killed Bella... How could she be meant for me?

I was still in a daze when I entered the Community College. I chose that college because it had the professor with the highest credentials. And it would have less humans to interact with. The less people to interact with the better. I was good with my control, but I didn't want to tempt myself. I was listening to a speech I'd heard several times before getting a feel for the emotions of my classmates.

The majorety were bored out of their minds. Then one emotion hit me, it was energetic and incredibly happy. I looked around trying to place a face with that emotion. My jaw dropped.

There across the room was Isabella Swan. Her features were partially hidden by dark sunglasses. She seemed completely at ease around the humans. Sniffing the air I wondered why I didn't realize it right away. It was probably due to the fact that the thought of seeing her never even crossed my mind. I drank her appearance in. Every detail. Her hair hung wavy and shiny. It was gorgeous in the classroom light. Her pale skin and her red lips... Her lips so full and pouty. I felt the urge to go to her.

That's when I noticed her staring at me. Her expression was one of hunger. I could feel the lust coming off her in waves. It excited and frightened me at the same time.

I decided when class was over I was going to just go straight home. I wasn't going to speak to her. Not yet. It was too soon...

BPOV

Class ended and Jasper left the classroom in a hurry. I watched him go.

"You can run but you can't hide." I whispered to myself.

I was out of the classroom smelling him. I found his scent and stalked it. I was very stealthy and able to get to his house. I watched from the shaddows as he entered a modest little house. It wasn't anything I expected. I sniffed the air and I couldn't smell a trace of the Cullen's. He was alone? This might work to my advantage.

I let instinct completely take over as I stalked my prey. I climbed through and open window and pounced. I grabbed him by his hips and tore the clothing off his body in a frenzy. Once he was naked I drank him in, licking my lips. His lean muscle and his abs. He looked edible, but I wasn't in the mood for foreplay.

"Bella." He protested in the most glorious southern accent.

I frantically tore the clothes from my body and pressed myself against him. His skin was warm against mine. I pushed him into the chair he was in front of and stradled his hips. I looked into his honey colored eyes while he looked into my murky red ones. He looked amazed, and I could feel his reaction to me against my leg.

"Do you like this Mr. Whitlock?" I asked huskily in his ear.

Rubbing my wet core against him, teasing him. His hands reached up and firmly grabbed my hips. I dropped my weight down on him and he filled me completely. It was an incredible feeling to feel so filled.

I moaned loudly throwing my head back. I leaned forward my tits dangling in his face and his mouth opened. He sucked one into his mouth swirling his tongue around the already hard nipple. I growled in pleasure. Sounds were coming from both of us that were forign to me. I didn't know how to describe them. They were primal.

I was riding him with a rough and fast tempo. His hands roaming my body as I clung to his shoulders. It was pure fucking. It was needy and animalistic. My insticts wiped my mind clean as I just went with what I was feeling.

"Isabella." He groaned.

His voice threw me over. Without out thinking I bit down hard on his shoulder as I came. Marking him as mine, as my mate. What I didn't expect was him to do the same thing.

I clung to him as I came down from my high... My conscious slowly catching up with me. When I realized what I had done I flew backwards looking at him in shock and confusion.

"We should really talk Darlin..." He drawled.

A/N... Well it's not too much longer. But I decided I would post this tonight. I'm a mom of two so sometimes I don't get much time on the computer. What with cleaning, cooking, and diapers. :) But here you go. I hope you enjoy. This story is fast paced, and I like it that way. Hopefully you do as well. :) Let me know what you think. :) - Lizbeth