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JASPER*

Home looked as it always did, one light on, surrounded by quiet woods. I got inside and did my nightly routine; Shower, Late night snack, tv. It was simple and it felt like life was picking up.

To me life seemed like a book. You start reading, some people put the book down, and then pick it back up again. Some never stop reading. And others never hold the book again.

Nothing seemed to be on, just that 70s show or that weird twiheart movie, the one about mythical creatures fighting over this really shy girl. It seemed pointless because she dies in the end anyway. Stupid Mythical creatures.

I clicked off the movie around 1 o'clock, it was like an on going saga of worthless pain. I trudged up the stairs one by one, fighting to keep my eyes open. As I entered my bedroom, I thought I saw a black shadow of a familiar silhouette. Damn late night delusions. Then I looked at the tiny mirror over my dresser.

Dear Jasper, Your such a fool for reporting me. You know how elusive I am. And now that you betrayed me I'm going to have to ruin your life. And your little fairy girlfriends life too. She'll be dead soon. Your next.

Maria. My eyes widened my heart stopped. "Alice" was all I could manage. I shifted through the new phone book and found her number. I tried to call but a robot announced that her number was "No longer in service" I tried three more times. Nothing happened. I had to find her, she needed to be safe. I wouldn't let Anything hurt her, she was so gentle and tiny. How could she fend for herself? I rushed out leaving everything behind. It took a half an hour to get to the houses, every minute was crucial.

ALICE*

"What the hell?" I said to the destroyed room. Everything was a wreck, tables over turned, pictures ripped off the wall, my small TV smashed. There wasn't even a phone, someone had cut the line.

I had sat there for a hour, staring, not knowing what my next move was. It had to be around 1 thirty now. And that's when I heard the shuffling. It sounded like it was coming from upstairs. I decided to follow it, I didn't bother closing the door, I didn't bother to pick up anything.

"Hello?" I said, I stood alone in the hall way. Nothing spoke back, nothing moved. "Anyone?" I asked again. A part of me wanted to hear a voice, I didn't want to be alone in the house. Another part of me wanted to hear nothing, I feared for my life. My brain was torn between loneliness and fear.

They was more scratching and shuffling.

"Why did you wreck my house?" I asked the noise. I entered my bedroom cautiously and that's when I saw it. It was a black silhouette, it seemed to be draped in the dark color. My room, on the other hand, was also a mess. The springs and stuffing ripped from my bed, my heater was ripped from the wall. The only undamaged item was my book case, it stood erect and tall filled with heavy novels. And the black shadow stood there scratching words into my wall with a rusty pocket knife.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Now I was dead, but I still edged closer. The shadow turned and Punched me. The fist smacking hard into my cheek. I dropped to my knees and groaned in pain. Then she sliced my shoulder the knife. But then the worst came. She pulled out a handgun and winged my rib cage. The bullet hit me hard, it quaked my body and I fell on the flood. Blood was everywhere.

I didn't know if it was part of her plan or not but I happened to land right in front of my bookcase. The shadow girl pushed the bookcase atop my stranded body. "Your going to die tonight" she announced.

I was going to die tonight.

She fled from the house out of the window. Leaving me alone on the floor. I was going to die tonight. From the cradle I was led here to the floor. Each breath led to this last one. My life was ending at 19, it was such a waste.

So pretty, so smart, such a waste of a young heart.

I could see my blood now, slowly dripping onto the floor. By morning I would be dead. How: blood loss from assaulted injuries. Such a waste, I thought. I closed my eyes. My head was pressed to the floor. I felt like a light slowly dying until I finally blinked out.

JASPER*

The house was empty looking, even with all the lights on. The front door was locked, but not the back one. "Alice?" I called before I entered her house. "Alice!" I said a little louder stepping indoors. Nothing. I checked to downstairs. Kitchen, nothing. Living room, nope. Bathroom, tiny Girly soaps.

I decided to go upstairs and check, not like I had other options. The upstairs bathroom was empty like the lower one. A extra little side room sat without an owner too. Then there was a bedroom, I hoped she would be there, sitting on her bed, crying or just looking around clueless, allowing me to explain EVERYTHING.

I turned the doorknob and held my breathe. Something in my head feared Maria would still be here, waiting for me. Your next, echoed in my head. As I opened the door I scanned what was at eye level, wanting to see a little head somewhere. Then I looked down.

Alice lay collapsed under a heavy shelf of books. She had a bruise on her left cheek that was turning purple, and a hole in her side that was slowly bleeding onto her wooden floor. "No" I whispered. I picked up the book case with ease and held her crumpled body. I shoved my hand in my pocket while the other pressed on the small girls wound trying to stop the bleeding. I dug until I pulled out my cell phone. The paramedics came after I made the phone call. I went there with her, but was soon taken by police for more evidence and questioning. I had kept the note that had been on my mirror in my pocket and I handed it over, hoping I could get back to Alice faster.

She didn't wake up after two hours. I had donated blood for her, she had bleed out a lot in her room. Police went to look at her house, and I was left alone in the hospital besides some nurses and doctors. Every second was more nerve racking than the one before it. I felt that my one chance of life was slipping away. I loved Alice.

It was four AM. I sat in the waiting room, fully dressed and hoping. My blue sleeves were rolled up to my forearms and my elbows rested on my knees. I tapped my foot impatiently. I wanted an answer.

"Who are you waiting for, sir?" a clear voice asked. Behind the counter was a woman a little older than me, she had curled blonde hair and big blue eyes like the nurses in 1950s armies. She sat behind her desk, shifting through a few papers, she had bags like me and seemed bored out of her mind. "My friend" I answered, my tone came out more unhappy. Late night hours were getting to me again. "A young lad?" she asked, a sad smile passing her lips. "A young lass, actually" I answered. She frown, "Surprising, not many ladies in here, there mostly men who get in gaming and sporting accidents or mauled by a bear or two" she smiled up at me again. Her face read lonesome and her eyes begged for conversation.

"Alice, got shot by my ex-girlfriend... Who somehow escaped jail" I said. The woman no longer begged my attention, she now only looked at me in horror. "Oh my lord, that's terrible!" she said frightfully. "Yeah, so I'm staying until I know if she is ok" I said sheepishly, defining my purpose. The nurse was still shocked, "Do you want a pillow so you can take a rest? I'll wake you when I learn she's ok" she offered. "I'm all set on the pillow, but could you tell me when Alice Cullen is awake?" I asked. She nodded and looked at me with newfound respect and hope. "Ok, just take it easy now" I nodded and she picked up her papers and walked off. I noticed that this whole ordeal had been only between me Alice and Maria, our friends had no idea. I phoned Emmett.

"What the hell?" was the first growl to escape his mouth.

"Emmett, it's me"

"I know it you! What do you want?" he growled again.

"Emmett I'm in the hospital, Alice got shot by Maria"

There was a silence on the line.

"Emmett?" I said.

"Dude, major bitch fight"

"No, I'm serious" I hissed.

I heard Rose complain in the background, and then there was ruffling noise.

"Jasper, what?" Rosalie asked me, obviously wanting beauty sleep.

"Alice is in the hospital, she got shot" I answered.

More silence.

"What?" Rose said finally.

"Maria is trying to kill us, she shot Alice and now she is gonna try and get rid of me" I explained, I felt fear begin to drown me.

"Oh my god! What should I do?" she said. I could tell she had risen from bed and was now walking around.

"Listen, visitors are allowed here at ten, for now just go rest" I said calming her down. It worked and she said a goodbye and hung up.

I slid down in my chair. Alice needed to wake up before they got here. I attempted comfort in my chair that was just a little to small for me. Falling asleep would be possible, just not wonderful.

Seconds were waiting games. Minutes were storms of worry. Hours were forever uncertain. I had shifted about a hundred times, I had even sat on the floor for a half a hour. But Absolutely nothing could entertain me. My mind was locked on Alice living and nothing else.

ALICE*

The morning was going to be cool. I knew that without opening my eyes. The day would be slightly cloudy with a little sunshine I predicted. I kept my eyes shut and squeezed my pillow. It felt colder and harder than my usually soft pillow. I rolled over and there was a sharp pain in my side. I must of slept funny. I opened my eyes slowly, everything looked white. The room smelled strongly of disinfectant and it was quiet with the acceptation of a few mummers. I was in a hospital.

"Hello?" I asked, there was no one around. A nurse popped in, she had curly blonde hair and really blue eyes that crinkled when she saw me. "Oh good, your awake. The young man in the waiting room has been dying to see you" she said. She immediately walked out, leaving me still in bed wondering who was here for me. The noise of heels soon returned, "Now just remember, she just woke up and she may not understand everything clearly" the nurse said to an unknown person. What was I not going to understand? Then a handsome hound man walked in.

"Jasper!" I cried happily. He smiled.

He looked perfect as normal, messy blonde hair, crooked grin, brown eyes. But now he had bags under his eyes, making him look exhausted. Then I began to remember what happened to me.

Your going to die tonight.

My house had been ruined and I had gone upstairs because I heard a noise. Then a shadow woman shot me. This was nuts! Now I was here lying in the hospital injured.

"Can I tell you something? just please promise not to flip" he asked, I nodded. "My ex girlfriend is trying to kill us" My jaw dropped when he said those words. "What?" was all I could reply.

"Yeah, Maria is trying to kill me. And she wants to hurt you" I held my breath. I wasn't scared, but I wasn't confident I would live to be twenty. But whatever, Jasper was here, that's was all I needed. "What should I do?" was all I could say. I didn't care, but dying didn't sound to spectacular either.

"Get a dog or an alarm" he answered. I sighed, I had no idea how I could fix my house. "I could help you get your house organized again -I mean, if you want" Jasper said almost shyly. "When I get out of here, sure, I would love that" I answered enthusiastically, I would love more time with him. It could be the start of everything!

*8*

"Are you sure you don't want me to buy you a new couch?" he offered again, making me roll my eyes. "No Jasper, besides it looks like a cute grungy-retro couch now." I answered firmly, stitching together my ripped leather couch. It was day two of cleaning up my house. We had started upstairs yesterday, just after I had gotten out of the hospital the day before. I was sitting on the sofa sewing it back together with pinks and blues and whites, it did look adorable but it would never be my same couch. Jasper was offering to buy me everything, he said he would take money out of his college tuition to help pay for me. That wasn't necessary, especially since he had insisted on buying me a TV, Computer, and security system.

"What color did you want the bedroom again?" Rose called from upstairs. She had chipped in and offered to pain anything, and everything. "Just white, Rose!" I hollered. It was nice, the upstairs was done -with the exception of Rosalie's paint, and just the living room was left downstairs. "Emmett, hand me the wrench" Bella and Emmett had insisted on helping too, Maria had damaged almost every inch of my property and they decided to work on the sink, stove and fridge. Edward was working on plastering the holes in the wall, leaving me to refurnished all I could salvage.

"Thanks again, guys. I'd might as well be homeless if I didn't have you" I said apologetically, carrying a box of Junk outside. "Everyone gets 100 dollars" I said, I liked rewarding people, they totally desired it. There was a moan of protest.

"C'mon Al," Emmett said with a chuckle.

"You don't owe us a thing" Rosalie said, coming downstairs.

"You'd do the same for us" Bella joined.

"I still really wanna buy you a whole new house" said Jasper, continuing our old argument.

"Thanks guys, -But seriously Jasper, I don't need a new house" I said, my voice had been quieter since the "accident" it was like something inside didn't want someone to hear me. "But really you deserve 75 bucks each" I added playfully. "Alice" everyone groaned.

Eventually the house was finished and looked good as new - just with fewer items. I had saved a lot, just things that had been smashed and cracked went out on the curb. Everyone had left by three -except for Jasper. "Really, why are you paying for all this? Its not your fault" I asked him, he was so sweet. "Because it is my fault, I should of never let her get that close to you." he said. His eyes were pained, he found that he had to take care of me, and that HIS Ex was HIS problem, and not mine. "You know, your gonna get killed for me" I said, I hoped he was selfish, prayed he was selfish. But he shook hid head, "I've taken that chance before, and besides, I feel I need to protect women" he explained. I sighed, I didn't get him, but I did...

"I still don't get why she wants to kill me" I sighed, Jasper bit his lips. I had a slight idea, something about me liking him added to it. "I think she thinks we're...like... Together" he said. I tried not to squeal.

Maybe we are Maria, maybe we are...

"Well, thanks again" I said, I felt the desperate need to hug him -and other things, but hugging would do. So that's what I did. He wrapped his strong arms around me "Your Welcome, Darlin'. If you get nervous just call ok?" We had exchanged numbers, and I was planning on using his. "Okay" I said, trying not to reveal my blush.

I was sad when he left. And I felt a new, dependent, weak, emotion. "I'm scared" I whispered to myself.

Love? Hate? Dominate! Please comment all your thought and opinions. I love comments -encase you haven't caught on to my many other pleads. I would just like 2 thank my friend Alicia, im so glad u like it. I smile cuz im told my writing is addicting and fun. I hope you like my evil twist, that is a me thing : ) this chapter was influenced by the song Sick, sick, sick by Bayside, the lyrics seem to fit Maria perfectly. I sorry its taking a while for them 2 fall in love and all-or at lest admit it, but I tend to have a flare 4 the dramatics BUT IT SHALL HAPPEN, MARK MY WORDS. Ps Maria is watching…..