This is a pretty dense chapter so that's why it's pretty short - I thought it'd be easier that way! Please do review, otherwise I don't know just how bad my writing is!

Disclaimer: As always I don't own the twilight saga - but I do own Evangeline.

Chapter four.

Eden (Evangeline) POV.

All I was aware of, was the fact that my head hurt like hell and I felt like crap. The last thing I could remember, had been those eyes. Beautifully golden eyes, it was the most vivid dream. His face had been so clear in my memory. My eyes fluttered to the mumbled beeping of a machine and the mumbling of people close by. Soon disturbed by a bright, painful light.

"Evangeline Asper, you are definitely accident prone." The beautifully rich, velvet voice sounded with the hint of humor. My vision cleared, and I saw the handsome Doctor Cullen stood in front of me.

"Not usually…" I grumbled, my throat was incredibly sore, and my voice cracked as I spoke.

"You fainted, and you hit your head. You'll have some pain, you'll have to get a few stitches." Carlisle began as he wrote a few things down on the clipboard he was holding."So embarrassing." I muttered, covering the majority of my face with my hand. I heard Dr. Cullen snigger slightly and he raised his eyes to me once again.

"A little." He smiled and I couldn't help but return the favor.

"So…why'd I faint?"

"Your anemic, that's probably why you've been feeling so ill lately. I presume you haven't been eating as well as you should be?" Carlisle questioned with a raised eyebrow, but his eyes were still warm.

"I guess not…" I stated, as I rubbed gently at the back of my head. It was incredibly painful, and covered by gauze.

"So, lets get these stitches done and then you can be on your way." Carlisle smiled as he turned to get something from the cabinet behind him.

"Is my uncle…or Stella here. I have the thing for needles. I…hate them."

"I'm afraid their not…Dan's with a patient in Port Angeles and we cant get a hold of Stella." He replied, his face showed sympathy, but I could tell her found it remotely humorous that I was 17 and needed someone to hold my hand a for a few stitches.

"Awck…She'll be in the freaking zone or something. Stupid artists with stupid…" I trailed off into a serious of incoherent mumblings.

"I actually think she left this morning for an art show in Vancouver…" Carlisle laughed."Oh, right…I totally forgot about that." There was a knock at the door, interrupting my train of thought and my utter forgetfulness. I looked over to see Jasper stood in the open doorway, his posture was just as stiff as it always was but his face displayed a proud, crooked smirk.

"Oh god, I didn't imagine it." I grumbled as I allowed my head to fall back onto the hospital beds pillows. "Ouch." I screeched, having forgotten about my head wound.

"Imagined what, exactly?" Jasper questioned in his musical tone of voice; Carlisle just seemed to stare at him from the bedside.

"You were actually there." I replied.

"Do you imagine me often?" His jaw tightened as he fought a smile. "Shut up." I swiveled round on the bed, kicking my legs over the side.

"I'm just going to give you something to numb the area, okay?" Carlisle asked as he began to fill a syringe. I looked away and shook my head slightly.

"No, no, no." I stated to myself as I slammed a hand over my eyes.

"You're scared of needles?" Jasper raised an eyebrow and I flashed him a look that could kill. He held his hands up in defeat.

"Sorry, just…unexpected." He walked a little closer to me, leaving just a foot of space between us. I uncovered my eyes when I heard Carlisle speak.

"Okay, Evangeline. You ready?" He asked, but his gaze turned to Jasper - who nodded with a slight 'blink and you miss it' smile.

"No." I replied, my voice high. It was unbelievably obvious that there were tears in my eyes. Needles seriously did freak me out.

"Err…As if a morning of June, with all its music and sunshine…Suddenly paused in the sky, and, fading, slowly descended…" I looked up to face Jasper and he was concentrating hard on his words, his eyes glancing back to mine every few seconds as he spoke.

"Into the east again, from whence it late had arisen. Sometimes she lingered in towns, till, urged by the fever within her, Urged by a restless longing, the hunger and thirst of the spirit, She would commence again her endless search and endeavor…Awck, what is it…" He rubbed at his eyes before he looked up into my eyes, his golden butterscotch meeting my olive green with such utter intensity. His voice lowered to a silky whisper - he knelt in front of where I sat, looking up at me.

"Dear child! why dream and wait for him longer? Are there not other youths as fair as Gabriel? Others who have hearts as tender and true, and spirits as loyal? Here is Baptiste Leblanc, the notary's son, who has loved thee many a tedious year; come, give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses." He paused again and smiled that crooked smile up at me, and I couldn't help but feel the butterflies grow in the pit of my stomach.

"Then would Evangeline answer, serenely but sadly,-" I cannot ! Whither my heart has gone, there follows my hand, and not elsewhere. For when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and illumines the pathway. Many things are made clear, that else lie hidden in darkness." He sighed and stood back up, gazing down at me with a smirk.

"Breathe, Evangeline." Jasper stated and I let a lungful of air escape unevenly, I hadn't even realized I had been holding my breath. My head felt light and dizzy.

"You really do memorize poems." I laughed quietly, not looking him in the eye.

"Were done here." Carlisle stated, I had completely forgotten he had been stood behind me the entire time- as cliché as it sounded, I had been way too lost in Jasper's voice, and eyes. It was as if his very presence hypnotized me. I turned to see Carlisle smiling as he disposed of the rubber gloves he had been wearing. By the time I turned back the door to the room was just closing, and Jasper was gone. Leaving only the slightest, diluted hint of his beautiful scent behind him.

I shuddered and covered my face with my hands, unable to comprehend exactly what had just happened here and why it was that Jasper Hale had a power over me, like none other. I would probably never know. But my god, could that boy charm a girl.

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The poem of which Jasper quotes is the incredibly famous, incredibly beautiful "Evangeline : A tale of Acadie." by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

It's mainly about a beautiful young girl, Evangeline, searching for her lost love Gabriel.

I thought it was well suited, and it really is beautiful writing, I recommend it!