A/N: Sorry for the lapse between updates. I actually hand-write each chapter in a notebook and take it to school with me, and two of my friends over-read it while I read their stories. Thus, we are the "story-trading club". So, yeah, that's how cool I am.

Disclaimer: I hate these things, but I do not own Twilight. Sadly.

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Chapter Three: Reality Checks

"There was a reason I devoted myself to you. I may not know it now, but in future, I shall know. There was a reason for all of this--the fact I cannot stay away from you. The fact that you shall remain in my heart forever. I shall avenge you. Your ways, actions, controls, are now within me. Everything. You and I are now one--merged together like the way the moon is to the sun, and the Earth to the moon. There is no denying the fact now." --Quote by me.

I was in the forest all alone, the sun shining down upon me held my eyesight for a matter of seconds. For being a forest, everything was so articulate-- but not one single sound was heard. The sun was bright; it's yellow-white rays came down and sparkled everything in sight.

I stumbled across a stick or branch on the forest floor and fell to my feet. Then, something hit the back of my head, causing me to fall faint. After what seemed like eternity I awoke. It was night now, and still nothing was heard. The moon cascaded across the sky, sending its dim but forceful rays of light down to Earth; my only source of light for finding my way home, wherever that was. My eyes glanced around, and I realized I was still on the ground.

Before I had time to even breathe, someone was standing in front of me with their arm held out. The arm was brutal looking; it had moon-shaped crescents decored and descending down the arm. After a second, I recognized who it was.

Jasper.

I slowly looked up to his gaze. His eyes were a different color than the golden-amber I were used to. They were a bright, bright blood red with a hint of orange and yellow. He looked at me, mortified with hunger. I knew I wasn't going to make it out of here alive--even in one piece. He would kill me, and Chanteclair would be no more. He grew closer, and when I didn't take his hand, he roughly jerked me up by the shoulders.

His mouth and overbearing teeth were so close to my neck, ready to snap at any small, lithe movement I made. I opened my mouth, ready to scream, but nothing came out. I was too terrorized to even breathe. He inched closer now, closer than ever.

This was it.

"JASPER!" I yelled.

Snapping back into reality, I shot up off of my bed, my breathing labored. I couldn't move, talk, breathe, or think straight. Relief did not wash over me when I finally comprehended that the whole thing was a dream. I sat upright in the bed, staring at the floor. I hadn't even heard when or how the door had slammed open. I didn't even hear when Jasper had came in.

"Clair?" he asked softly.

What was he expecting of me?

"Clair?" he asked again, but he was swiftly pushed aside by Esme, who was about two point five seconds late of getting in the room first than Jasper. She had floated her way past Jasper's stone placement in my new room, and ran toward me.

"Jasper..." I whispered. She immediately understood and left the room, with so much as a small nod to Jasper, who returned it back to her.

"Clair, you need to tell me what's wrong." he said softly, testing the waters and coming closer toward me. I slinked back into my bed, clutching the covers and bringing them with me. I glanced at the clock, it was a little past two. I looked out of the window that was beside of my bed. The moonlight was shining through the window, and it hit Jasper's skin so delicately; causing what looked like miniature strobe lights to dance around him.

"I....you...red and...yellow...you're..." I trailed off, still unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Clair, calm down. You need to tell me what's wrong." he repeated. "Or, maybe I should calm you down." he said, flashing a quick smile, causing the moonlight rays to bounce off of his set of teeth. "Explain." he commanded, sitting at the edge of my bed now.

I glanced at his eyes. They weren't red, orange, or a bright yellow. Just the same color they had always been and used to--that golden amber. His face wasn't contorted into some weird, antagonistic shape. It was soft, inviting.

"I had this dream about you," I started. I looked for some type of reaction, anything that would cause him to leave again like he previously had done. But I found nothing. He waved his hand to continue. "I was in the middle of the forest and I have no idea why. I must have fell or something, because I tripped and then something hit the back of my head and caused me to black out. When I awoke, your hand was outstretched toward me. You had a demonic--" I cringed at my choice of words, no matter how true it may have been. "look on your face on your face, and your eyes were a combination of red, orange, and yellow. I was so afraid of you, so I didn't get up. When I didn't, you jerked me up by the shoulders and..." It was hard to continue.

He inched closer and took my hand. I stared at it--our hands intertwined together-- for what seemed like eternity and a day. He gave me a smile.

I wasn't sure if it was his emotion-altering skills, or if it was based on pure, sheer willpower. But his hand left mine to touch my face, reluctantly touching it but with grace.

He smiled again.

"I would never hurt you."

And with that, he was off.