Author's Note: Do I need to keep torturing myself with this? I don't own anything.

(Where it left off) "You've gotten your wish now, Jasper. You've never been born." Clarence said…

Jasper's P.O.V

I took off running, on an automatic reflex, suddenly feeling incredibly slow and awkward.

"It won't do you any good to run, Jasper!" Clarence called after me, but I ignored him, pressing on. Something was weighing me down, though, and I couldn't move fast. Then I stopped. Something was off. Really off.

My sense of smell was gone. I could scarcely hear anything. If before I could see for long distances, I couldn't see much of anything now. And…I looked down at my arms. My skin was no longer unnaturally pale. My scars from the newborn bites were gone.

My God. My thoughts reeled. I was imagining things. Somehow I had gone crazy and was seeing things. Or not seeing things. It was that guy…Clarence. He had somehow messed up my mind with his crazy talk.

Or the unthinkable had happened, and I was human now.

"Funny feeling, isn't it?" Clarence said, of course popping out of nowhere.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I demanded. "What, you messed with my mind or something, didn't you? I don't know what you're trying to do, but you better stop-," Now I had to stop and take a breath. Weird, I hadn't had the need to breathe in years.

"Well, how do you know it isn't some crazy dream?" Clarence asked, raising his eyebrows. "That I'm not some figment of your imagination?"

I stared at him. "Are you kidding? I don't sleep. At least I haven't for a while…" Oh jeez.

I was human.

I was human?

I stared at my arms some more. It was unnatural.

"I'm just kidding with you, Jasper. How does it feel to be mortal again?"

"I don't think I believe it." I muttered.

"Well, here you are." Clarence handed me a mirror. "Take a look at yourself."

I hesitated, and then took it, feeling foolishly like Rosalie.

The person that stared back at me was me…well a partial image of me. But my eyes were a blue-gray, the color they I been when I was human. My skin had tanned, and the old scars on my neck were gone. The sculpture perfect complexion of my vampire self was gone. I looked virtually regular now. I was amazed that I was happy about that, apart from being stunned.

"You…that is…wow…" I stuttered. What excuse could I come up with for that?

"Well, how about getting a bite to eat?" Clarence declared, clapping his hands.

Before I could say anything, we were suddenly in front of Forks' little diner.

"Sh-," I stumbled backwards. The diner seemed like a foreign place from where we'd been before, on the beach. "How'd that get…?"

Clarence looked a little sheepish. "Technically, I'm not supposed to be doing that, but it's easier, and gets things done speedier." He looked up at the sky. "Sorry, Joseph."

[A/N: I know they never mentioned angels being able to teleport, or whatever, but I can picture that happening, and it would be helpful. So it will be a little different.]

"Don't do that again. I swear. I already feel crazy enough, the last thing I need is-Wait, what the hell am I going to do here? It's not like I can eat any of this stuff!" I said a little too loudly; a couple walking out stared at me.

"Jasper," Clarence said patiently (and a lot quieter) "let me remind you that you are human now, and humans can eat "stuff" at the diner."

I took a deep breath, and then realized something. I wasn't hit by the scent of human blood everywhere that use to drive me insane. There were a lot of humans around, but the only thing I smelled…were french-fries?

"Let's go inside, I'm hungry." Clarence said, pulling me inside. I nervously followed, not quite sure what else to do.

I had never actually been inside the diner before. I never had the need to, obviously. Apparently a lot of people went there. That alone was a big "KEEP AWAY" sign to me. Not anymore, though.

It was sort of cute inside. It had a bunch of pictures hanging on the walls, black and white tiles on the floor, and those fat red seating benches. It looked like a scene from an old movie-the kind Alice use to make me watch with her on the weekends…

Alice. I froze. If I did go back, how would I explain this to her? Did she have a vision of it happening already? What would they all say?

I tried to shove the thoughts from my mind, and sat at one of the booths across from Clarence. He was looking around in interest.

"It's a very lovely place you have here." He said politely, to the waitress that came over.

"Thanks…" She said, looking a little confused. "It's pretty old, and been around a while…"

"Well so am I! I stopped counting when I got past 300 though; it seemed a little pointless." He rambled.

I shot him a look, and interrupted. "Uh, I'll have french-fries." It seemed weird to be saying that. If I got hungry, I usually went hunting. She still looked a little skeptical, but nodded, and wrote that down.

"Hm…do you have any angel food cake?" Clarence asked. He couldn't even try to act normal.

"No…we have brownies though."

"Well, I guess that'll do." She wrote his order down and left.

"Angel food cake?" I asked, sarcastically.

"It's not just a joke, Jasper, it really is good."

I sighed and shook my head.

"This is just unbelievable." I said, still trying to comprend it. "I'm actually going to eat food? I don't have a clue what you did, maybe I died, or something, but it does seem better."

Clarence shrugged, and had a look in his eye like he knew something was coming.

CLANG!

The door rang open loudly, as someone came in. I looked over. I hoped it wasn't one of the kids from school; it would be awkward for them to see me here for the first time.

It was Bella's father, though, Charlie Swan.

I quickly looked away. There's no way he could have known what really happened to Bella, and that it was my fault, but guilt overcame me anyway. I hoped he didn't see me and wouldn't say anything.

He stomped over loudly, counting some money in his hand. When he reached our table, he looked up. At first he looked surprised, then angry. Great.

"What're you doing at my table?" He growled.

I was confused at his cold tone, but managed to get some intelligent words out. "Um, sorry Chief Swan. I didn't know this was your table…"

"Have me met?" He demanded. "I haven't seen you around before." He peered at me, and then Clarence, before shaking his head. "Nope, I don't know you."

That was strange. I knew I'd met him several times before, since he and Carlisle were friends.

"I'm Jasper Hale. I'm Carlisle Cullen's adoptive son."

I stopped at the look on his face. Apparently I'd said something wrong. He looked shocked for a minute, then sad, and finally-furious.

"You're one of the Cullens?" He snarled.

What was his problem now? I thought, flabbergasted. He had always gotten along with our family fine, before. I saw Clarence wince slightly, across the table.

I tried to calm him down, but it didn't work. I had always been very charismatic, but suddenly it was gone. Well this was perfect timing.

"Sir, I don't know what's wrong." I said, carefully.

"Oh, don't try that with me." He thundered. "How any of you can show your faces around here is beyond me!"

This was getting exceedingly weird and awkward, and the whole diner was silent-everyone was staring at us.

"Well, we'll just leave…" I muttered, standing up, just as the waitress came over, looking annoyed by the disturbance. She saw Chief Swan and knowing dawned on her face.

"Charlie, here, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?" She asked, calmly, leading him to another table.

He grumbled something I couldn't here-damn my weak hearing. Clarence stood up and followed me out, quickly. We left without even getting the food. Right before the door closed, I turned and saw Bella's father collapse at the table, and put his face in his hands.

It was quiet for a moment.

"Never did get my brownie." Clarence said, regretfully.

"Are you kidding?" I asked. "What happened back there?" I stared at the door some more, feeling a little stunned.

Clarence sighed. "Well, Charlie Swan has a grudge, you could say, against the Cullens. Mainly Carlisle and Edward."

"Since when?" I asked, lost.

"Since Bella's death." He said, simply.

I froze. What? "No, I saw Bella today!" And almost killed her, I added silently.

Clarence shook his head, sadly. "She died several months ago, Jasper. She was killed by James. I should probably show you…"

I moved away. "Stop it. The joke's over. This isn't funny." I snarled. "I saw Bella not long ago, there's no way she's dead."

"Reality isn't always funny, Jasper." He said softly. "And you'll find that a lot has changed."

Then, the next thing I knew, we were in a graveyard…

Well, this was a little longer than the others. Jasper is surprisingly hard to write. This is going to start to be very different, now…

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