**Disclaimer; I don't own The Cullen and Hale Family, and yes that includes Alice and Jasper, nor do I own James or Peter and Charlotte, or Maria, Stephanie Myer does. But I do own the other characters such as Sandy, and other random humans and/or vampires. No copyright infringement is intended**

***And I realize after I posted this chapter I forgot a few things. 1There is some graphic content in this chapter, so if you don't like skip anything in Jasper's P.O.V. that is in 'italics'.2The translation of Jasper conversation with Maria is at the bottom, again don't read if you don't like graphic content***

Chapter 2;

Three Days

Jasper's P.O.V-

What is with the human fascination in television? It's quite depressing; the black and white colours, horrid pictures, poor excuses of a plot; television was sure to push those on edge over. Then why am I sitting here? Watching this 'soap opera'.

*"Jasper, mi amor"

I felt her hand caress my cheek. Slowly making their way down my neck. Unbuttoning my shirt, losing multiple buttons in her hate.

"Sí Maria?"

Her hands discarded my shirt-I now needed another shirt, unless I'll be walking around in shreds.

"Es tiempo. Tiene sed, pasa mi amor."

Lust rolled off her in waves. Adding to my already –'discomfort'. She took my hands in hers; smooth, but rough –impure. Using my hands to fondle with her breast- using being the key word.

"Yo no puedo."

Her teeth, grazing my skin. If I were to disobey her now, I'll have another scar to face.

My heart and soul in two different places; the man I am, yearned to take out this sexual frustration- but somehow touching Maria felt- wrong, dirty.

My hands had mind of their own; undressing Maria.

"¿Por qué? Ha matado tanto ya. ¿Qué es uno más?"

Her words stopped me dead –metaphorically- in my tracks.

Maria's lust engulfed me once again. I knew she thought that her own was mixed with my own. But I felt no emotion; no lust, no love. A missing spark, the missing link.

"¿Dice que soy un monstruo Maria?"

Her name was bitter. But after all that's what her name meant, so why wouldn't it taste bitter? Maria; Sea of Bitterness. Her parents couldn't have been closer.

"No por supuesto no adora. Yo sólo indico simplemente que todos los vampiros matan; nada avergonzarse de. Venga Jasper, hace el amor a mí, entonces tengo su llena."

My breath came out in short pants; gasps. I felt my heart constrict. My stomach turned.

"No"*

Reality. Sweet reality.

My body returned to normal –besides the obvious thirst, and the...err, discomfort down south.

The sound of one word made my world fall.

"Jasper"

I wouldn't have heard it if I were human. My name didn't sound like a curse, but a prayer. Pure, angelic. There's no way I could harm something so innocent.

...

It's been three days since I took the girl in. Three days and the girl still hasn't woken up. Three days since I first heard her angelic voice. Three days since Maria 'visited' me. Three days since I realized I was used; baited, and played with.

Alice's P.O.V-

Bad reception. That's the only thing that can describe my visions. They're so hazy –out of focus- it's annoying. Normally I can focus on one at a time, but they are just one continuous loop; they keep jumping from one to the next then back. Utterly confusing.

One thing that remained the same; the two people in them, the reincarnation of God himself, whose name appears to be 'Jasper', and myself.

What's said remains the same throughout all the visions-

"Alice you need to understand I'm no good for you, that I'm a monster-"

"It doesn't matter, I love you for who you are not what you are, I don't look at you, I look at your soul, I look between the lines-"

"You know, don't you? Should have guessed, how long?"

I suddenly found my feet very interesting. "Yea, I know what you are-"

I don't think it took much to realize that he was beyond angry; a blind person could tell "Say it"

I was confused to as why he was angry, but decided against upsetting him further. "A vampire"

"Go on ask the typically questions"

"I already know. You hunt humans but you hate it when you feel there fear. Most of the myths are wrong. You have no problem with garlic, you don't sleep in coffins –you don't sleep at all for that matter- and you don't 'melt' in the sun"

After that, things get complicated. The ending is forever changing. But the two main things; I will either live or die. The worst part? I can't do anything to influence if I live or die, it's 'Jasper's' overall decisions, how he feels, what he decides. He decides my fate, my life is in hands.

Strangely I felt safe. I'm putting my life in the hands of a vampire and I feel safe? Maybe I do belong in an asylum?

Actually, I take that back, I'm not crazy. I am not crazy!

...

Sorry it took so long to upload; I was having technical difficulty, with my computers. But finally it's here, sorry for the long wait.

Ps. Sorry It's short also. But I promise to make it up.

Here's a translation of Jasper and Maria's Conversation;

"Jasper, my love"

I felt her hand caress my cheek. Slowly making their way down my neck. Unbuttoning my shirt, losing multiple buttons or her hate.

"Yes Maria?"

Her hands discarded my shirt-I now needed another shirt, unless I'll be walking around or shreds.

"It's time. You're thirsty, go on my love."

Lust rolled off her or waves. Adding to my already – 'discomfort'. She took my hands or hers; smooth, but rough –impure. Using my hands to fondle with her breast- using being the key word.

"I can't."

Her teeth, grazing my skin. If I were to disobey her now, I'll have another scar to face.

My heart and soul or two different places; the man I am, yearned to take out this sexual frustration- but somehow touching Maria felt- wrong, dirty. My hands had mind of their own; undressing Maria.

"Why? You have killed so many already. What is one more?"

Her words stopped me dead –metaphorically- or my tracks.

Maria' s lust engulfed me eleven again. I knew she thought that her own was mixed with my own. But I felt not emotion; not lust, not love. To missing spark, the missing link.

"Are you saying I am a monster Maria?"

Her name was bitter. But after all that's what her name meant, I am why wouldn't' it or taste bitter? Maria; Be of Bitterness. Her parents couldn't have been closer.

"Not of course does not. I only want to indicate simply that all vampires kill; nothing to be ashamed of. Come Jasper, make love to me, then have your fill."

My breath came out or shorts pants; gasps. I felt my heart constrict. My stomach turned.

"No"

For people who can actually speak Spanish, sorry for the trashy translation, I can speak French not Spanish. I simply used the wonderful invention called the 'internet'.