Alright, I know I was supposed to update the night that I posted my AN. And, honestly, I did type this up the night I posted that. But I wanted to wait awhile until I was able to read it over and correct everything I missed. I might have missed a few mistakes, and I'm sorry about that. It's going on nine in the morning and I have not slept yet. My baby is a kicker! Haha.

Anywho, this chapter is possibly the shortest one yet. But I wanted to add a few soft moments between these two. I had to initiate it sometime, right? It's what everyone is waiting for. The next chapter will have more moments, more humor, and a little bit of angst. Thank you for sticking around!

Ladyy Loserr

CHAPTER FOUR
I'll be there for you through it all,
even if saving you sends me to heaven.

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Things have not progressed in the past few days.

At least, not to the human eye.

I sat against the wall opposite of Bella, watching her body carefully. Her eyes were shut tight, as if she was fighting a headache. But I knew she was fighting off something far more painful than head trauma. Her tiny fists were balled and her knuckles were dead white. As small as those fists were, I know how much power they now hold.

The beauty of her was changing. Her hair looked like pure silk, spilling like a waterfall over the side of the bed. Her skin was already rock solid, glistening in the sunlight that peered through the window. The clumsy limbs that had belonged to human Bella were now much different. Even in her tortured slumber, she looked graceful and dangerous.

The muscles in the revealed parts of her body were much more defined and toned. Every curve of her was no longer simple, but exagerated in the most delicious ways. Any other time, I would kick myself for looking at Bella like this, but it had been going on for two days now. There was nothing I could do to stop these thoughts. Did it matter? Might as well think well of her before we were in full combat in the front yard.

I sighed.

Was it really smart to have me watching her?

She was going to be a newborn. A newborn with the knowledge of who changed her; of who took her life from her.

But I found myself indifferent. I didn't care if she tried to kill me. Though, I had never fought a newborn that had a specific grudge against me. Or one who had seen vampires in action before they were changed. So this would be new. The part of me that was supposed to be preparing for pain, was excited.

A big part of me wanted to touch Bella. Even if it was in a violent way. Or self defense, in this case. I sighed again, rolling my eyes to my own thoughts, and continued to watch her. I looked at her lips, and nearly frowned. They were still a bright pink, swollen in a moist, luring way. They hadn't faded in the least. I don't think that she is going to have a big problem attracting prey.

Her eyebrows were arched, perfectly like they had been drawn with a thin pencil. As small as they were, those, too, resembled silk in the same way her hair did. Bella looked almost toxic to me. I wanted to much more than to look at her. Damn, I needed to stop. I crossed my arms over my chest and willed myself to look away.

I don't have a very strong will.

Ah, her heartbeat. Where was Carlisle?

Bella's heartbeat fluttered, it's pace speeding up to fight off the venom in her system. I raised my eyebrows. Her chest must by throbbing from the way her heart was pounding it's way out. It continued to speed, so I listened past it. I couldn't hear anyone downstairs, or in the house at all. When did everyone leave?

Great. I had to face her on my own.

If Carlisle was right and I heard clearly, Bella should be waking up soon. I could hear her heart losing the battle inside of her. Not much longer now. I couldn't help myself, and I pushed out a massive amount of calm. Hopefully this would work. It hasn't effected anyone in the way I wanted ever since. . .

I shook the thought out of my head, and glowered closer to Bella without the slightest attempt to be silent. Her new hearing would catch me before I made two steps. No doubt she could hear me now. I stopped a few inches away from her, coming up breathless at the sight of her this close. I have always known how flawless and perfect my kind were, but I've never seen perfection in this form.

Something about her was still average, still human. The emotions that should have been screaming from her body by now were not there. There was something else. Patience. Of all things that Bella should be right now, patience was not one of them. I continued looking her over, and found myself wanting to touch her.

I felt like a kid with a new toy.

The corner of Bella's mouth twitched, and I could read the pain twisting on her face. But she composed herself before I could do anything. A muffled noise came from her throat, almost like she was fighting the urge to scream. I winced, remembering the pain I was in during my change. Another addition to my list of things to feel guilty for.

I had no common sense. For the past two days, I've been hoping Bella would wake up and not be angry. It was true that she had every right to be, but I could still hope. It was a somewhat new feeling to me; hope. That's when everything stopped. The room - the house - was now completely silent. Her heart stopped after one final thud, and she lay still.

I backed up a few steps, not wanting to take her by surprise, but I didn't want to go too far either. Unfortunately, I still scared her. A threatening growl began to brew in her chest, and I could feel her mood go from calm, to defensive. Her eyes snapped open, and she jumped into a crouch on the bed and locked her eyes with mine. She hadn't even been awake for two seconds, and she was already preparing to attack me.

I didn't move, flinch, or back down. No, I did much worse. I stared. Her waterfall hair cascaded to one side over her right shoulder, and her ruby eyes stared daggers into mine. There was a fire in her eyes that I had never seen before. Then, something weird happened. Her defense faded, and she tilted her head a little and stared back.

Her mood was much different, and I wasn't sure I could put a finger on it. The closest thing I could guess, from the way she was staring, was fascination. My eyebrows knitted together. What was their to be fascinated about? Her breathing stopped and her hand shot out to me. Before I could react, her fingers were gliding over my face. What the -

What is she doing?

My eyes searched deeper into hers, even though she wasn't looking back. Her eyes were wide and curious; and tender. Tender? I just killed her, took away her choice and her life. And here she is, her hands groping my face like it wasn't just buried in her neck two days ago.

Her fingers moved down my cheek, tracing the scars that she could now visibly see, and moved to a new spot. My lips. A rush of something pulsed through my body, pushing me to edge closer to her. This feeling wasn't new. I had felt this way before, just not about Bella Swan, and never this strong.

Alice....

I jerked back and slapped Bella's hand away from my face, "What do you think you're doing?"

Confusion. Hurt. Disgust. Embarrassment. Fury.

Shit.

Her eyes narrowed and a hiss seeped from her barely parted lips, "Sorry."
Her anger wasn't focused towards me. She was mad at herself.

"Whatever," I scoffed. "Don't touch me again."

If you did, I don't know if I could pull away again.
Now I was angry at myself. Jesus.

"Excuse me, Jasper," she began in her new, singsong voice. "But after what you did, I think I have every right to do as I please."

I whirled on her, growing angrier at myself. Her voice, even pierced with anger, was beautiful to me. And I hated her for it. This stupid attraction had just started a few hours ago, and here I was; wanting her like I had never wanted someone before.

"You don't have rights to anything," I growled. "Do you think anyone in this house asked to be changed?"

Her expression didn't change, and her emotions stayed tied to fury, "No. I don't think that."

"Then shut up," my voice was cold, and it was hard to be so close to her face. "You're just going to have to deal with it like the rest of us."

Her eyes searched mine again, and her mood dropped. Again. What was it this time? Her next question answered mine.

"Edward always said my blood was irresistible," she started. I knew what was coming up. "Did I taste good?"

I didn't know how to answer that, but I couldn't stand watching her. Her eyes were burning flames into mine, and I knew what she was looking at; my eyes that matched hers. Her blood was swimming in mine, along with my guilt. I turned away from her, not bothering to answer her question. Though, in all honesty, I don't remember ever tasting something so wonderful in all my existence. But telling her that was out of the question.

"Did I offend you?" she asked before I could take more than a step away.

Damn, she was more emotional than a pregnant human. I tried to kill her and she's asking if she offended me. I would never understand Bella Swan. I anticipated her waking up and trying to throttle me for what I did to her. But, no, she wakes up and looks at me with those eyes. Even the deep red that they were, there was so much depth to look into. The secrets were endless, and so much of me wanted to reveal all of them. The tips of my fingers burned to touch her. . .

I turned around and faced her again, though with less rage, "Why are you acting so strange?"

I kind of like it.

She looked annoyed with my question, but answered with no such tone, "I'm trying not to get angry, Jasper."

I raised an eyebrow, "You're trying to prove me wrong about newborns." I didn't ask, I knew.

She took a minute to think before nodding her head to confirm my knowledge, "If you want to put it that way. I don't want to be a monster anymore than you do."

"What?" I growled angrily at her. "Two days ago I tried to kill you. I was seconds away from succeeding in that goal. I am a monster." Did the venom do something to damage her brain? I wouldn't put anything past her right now.

Surprisingly, her mood didn't falter under my outrage. What kind of newborn was she? Was she really this determined to prove a point to me? "Do you want me to be mad?"

My frown deepened, "No. I don't want you to be mad. But I don't want you to think I'm sane."

"You can change my mood," she sighed. "But you can't change my thoughts. I've known you long enough to know you're not a monster."

"Can you see your blood in my eyes?" I sneered, pointing a finger at my face. "Your blood, Bella."

She nodded, "It doesn't change my opinion on you. Sorry."

Even with immortality, Bella was still more human than she knew.

"Why did you touch me like that?" the question slipped. I didn't want her to know I was curious.

She smiled, "I've never really been able to see your scars so clearly. And, well, everything looks so much different through these eyes and you just so happened to be there when I opened them for the first time. It's alot to take in."

"Do I scare you?" I needed to gain some control over myself.

Her forehead creased, "No. Why?"

Ugh. Could she be so blind?

"You're beautiful," she blurted. Bella, too, needed to learn to control her words. Her regret smacked me right after the words did. I didn't know what to say in return, I could only stare at her. Being complimented in such a way gave me incentive to look her over. She was wearing one of Rosalie's outfits now. Could my sister have picked anything less revealing? The shorts Bella now wore showed her mile long legs. Flawless. My eyes continued up, glancing hesitantly at her top. Everything about Bella stood out to me now. Had she always been so. . . developed?

I growled and stormed away from Bella.
Again, I was angry with myself.

"You're an idiot, Bella."

Okay, so I felt like I needed to throw in a tender moment between these two. I know everything looks a little rushed, but it was hard to re-type this chapter when I have it all typed up on another computer! URG! It's so annoying. I'm trying to write as much as I can before life turn into hell for me, and I have no time to update.

I Have Cullenism - Haha! I love your pen name. It's great. I don't understand why I get flames either. E/B was kinda final in Breaking Dawn, so what else is there left to the imagination?

wingsxforxmarie - Glad you liked it! Your advice helped me out alot. Thank you. This chapter was rushed, you'll have to excuse me for that. But hopefully my next chapter will be different.

flowermasters - Aw! I had originally planned for Bella to stay human, but I thought the same thing. I wasn't even planning on having Jasper bite her that last chapter. But sometimes I get so drawn in and I try to make the emotions strong. It seemed right.

LittleBells - I might swing their upcoming love in a different direction. Let's see who faces their feelings first, shall we? :D

Clear Plastic - Sorry it was rushed. I try to draw out the details and every little line I can think of, but then I'm afraid I'm boring my readers with too much of it. I'm trying to give JUST enough to wear the reader won't yawn and stop reading. Lol.

PintoBean13 - Everyone was probably expecting a much different reaction out of Bella. And I did start this chapter off as her being violent and trying to kill him. But I'll save that for a rainy day. :)

Sheena Is A Punk Rocker - Aww. I happen to love Edward very much. If there were a man like him that actually existed, I would be his stalker. Rofl.

Ladyy Loserr

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