Once Bitten Twice Shy Chapter 7/?

Author: Lifelesslyndsey

Category: Twilight

Pairing: Bella x Peter

Summary: Clinging to Angel ideals, trapped in a vampire body, with very human urges. He was very confused. Peter was an indecisive vampire with an identity crisis. Bella was jaded and self-isolated. In short they were perfect for each other.

Rating: Mature audiences only for Language

Word Count: 4,744

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a strange imagination.

A/N Hey Hey my lovelies! I have a few things to say, so listen up!

Firstly, I am looking for some one who is awesome with HTML to make me a blog. I want a cool one, every one else has cool ones. Like Catonspeeds, so cool. And I am lame, and don't know coding. I am willing to bribe, of course, and you get the added bonus of saying you made me a blog, which, if I read some of your reviews correctly, would be really cool for some of you. So if you are super awesome at HTML And all that, and want to make me a super cool blood, let me know.

SECONDLY!!!

We at The Other Path, are looking for some one to play Edward in our RP. We need a sexy, broody bastard, full of snark and condescending haughtiness to play the spurned ex of Bella, who will be with Jasper ( for all you Jasper/Bella cannon lovers).

Guess who I play? Yeah, thats right, I play Peter. So if you want to play with me, you are at least 18 years of age, and you have a little free time to throw around, send me a private message! We are also looking for a Garrett, and some people to play The Pack later on.

So, do your thing, chicken wing. This shit isn't beta'd, by the way.

Anyway, we jump up a month in this chapter. Big things happen, my lovelies, big things.

Previously On OBTS

I glared at Cat, who had readjusted himself into a pile in front of me, looking up with big green eyes, "Of course it didn't mean anything, Cat, we don't know each other."

"Meow."

I scratched his head, feeling the light rumble of his purrs vibrate though me, and wondered, somewhat uncomfortably, if it felt anything like when Bella made me purr. I hoped not. I'd hate to think I was giving my cat the equivalent of an erection.

"Prrrrrrrrrow."

"I'd like to get to know her. She...she's something else. Something I haven't seen before, and that is saying something, because I've seen it all. She seems just as lost as me sometimes." I cringed, as Cat licked my hand, sand paper grating across my skin. "She makes me feel things. Weird things. I never wanted anything, after I was changed. But I want to get to know her, I want...more. More is never good. I've been around enough to know that wanting anything generally leads to disappointment. Humans always set themselves up for disappointment."

"Prrrrow," Cat replied, as I scratched beneath his chin. If only every one were as easily pleased as a cat.

"I like her," I admitted quietly, "I've never liked anything."

Currently

PeterPirePOV

I had learned quickly that Bella always returned home from therapy in a shitty mood. Tuesdays had become some what of a ritual for us. She'd rant, and I'd watch her lick ice cream off her fingers. I like to think this worked for both of us. It certainly fucking worked for me.

This would be the fourth Tuesday past. A whole month had gone by in a stream of popcorn and cheesy horror fics, since I had met Bella. Not a month since I first saw her in Wal-Mart whistling show tunes and staring down Vampires. Not a month since I stalked her down a high way and changed her tire. But a month had passed since I had sat in her living room, on her Dog-Couch, sharing snippets of our lives, and trying to decide what the fuck I should do. She stopped bringing up my week long stalking stint, and I don't bring up her pissing herself from laughing, on the merry-go-round-thing-for-a-quarter outside the organic food store. Who the fuck pisses themselves at twenty-six? Bella, apparently. Smelled horrible. And we were in my truck, of course.

Our days were never boring with Bella. Between pissing on entertainment designed for small children, fucking with red necks, and the small debacle involving go-carts and lysol, she kept us busy. She got a bug up her ass to do something, and we went and did it. It seemed that, though we were loath to leave the comforts of our homes on our own, we acted as some sort of shield against the world for each other. She had taken it upon her tiny self to show me the world as I had not yet seen it. The world as she saw it. And Bella made fun of fucking everything. No one was immune to her vicious comedic criticism. Not small children, not old people, not crippled animals. She roasted them all. Most of the time I was just disgusted, sometimes I' couldn't look away. Then there were the times I spent in mild-panic. Or choking on my own venom, because Bella disinfected everything, and the scent of bleach burned almost as bad as venom itself.

Our fourth Tuesday together came upon us with Bella banging her head against her front door, keys hanging from the knob. Her purse sat in a pile on the welcome mat, expelling all sorts of things from Pez dispensers to hand sanitizer to silly putty. Why on Earth she needed silly putty in her purse, I could never guess. I probably didn't want to fucking know anyway. One never knew, when Bella was involved.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." She mumbled between bang, bang, bangs.

I slid up next to her silently, leaning against the faux-brick siding of her condo-apartment thing. Her next door neighbor, Gladice, shot us a baleful look, as her , Miffy Puffkins, took a shit the size of a pomeranian on the rose bushes separating the small front yards. Pinning the old woman with a wide, white smile, I caught Bella by the collar of her shirt before she could bang her head again. Her neighbors were already convinced she was crazy with the security measures, this was not helping.

"Not talking about me, I hope." I teased, pressing my cool palm against the angry red mark developing like a bulls eye on her forehead.

I had found that Bella was a Toucher with a capitol 'T'. She was one who touched as often as she wanted to, and loved to be touched in return like some sort of affection starved abandoned cat. And I would know, now wouldn't I? The first few weeks were rather disconcerting, so often did I find her suddenly in my expansive personal space. But she popped that fucking bubble in a heart beat. Soon, I was only all to fucking happy to obliged. It was nice touching something you weren't going to kill in a few minutes, I had to admit. She smiled, and leaned into my hand, and I forced myself to viscously stomp down the happy-growly feelings that that insisted on burning inappropriately inside me. Now was not the time. Never was the time to burn for Bella. Those were sins meant for mortal men alone, and not identity challenged Vampires Angel hybrids, who found themselves on the bad side of God by a series of unfortunate circumstances.

"I'm waiting for you to say 'May the power of Christ compel you!'" She giggled, looking up at me from around my wrist.

"What?" I blurted out, tearing my hand away."What? No. Uh...I brought your favorite." Well wasn't that smooth? Of course she wasn't talking in the literal fucking sense. I needed to get my shit together.

She peeked up at that, "Karmel Sutra?"

I held up the ice cream, grimacing at the name. Humans. They were all heathens. I was, at this point, no better of course. Bella had done me a world of bad, and I couldn't find it in myself to regret it. As long as I kept on the right line of Mild Sexual Deviant, I could live with my new and inappropriate thoughts. "And the pickle chips you like, you weird little freak."

"Says the vampire to the human," She said in a sing song voice, turning the key and grabbing up her fallen purse. "Tuesdays suck harder then a well paid prostitute."

"You say that every Tuesday." I reminded her, chucking her food-crap on the breakfast bar. The kitchen smelled of bleach and Windex, and not a little blood."Did you cut yourself on something?"

Bella's shoulders tensed, the only tell in her occasional obliteration of the whole truth. I never got the feeling she was lying to me, more that she was omitting details. But I couldn't bring myself to pry. She'd tell me what she wanted to anyway. I was as happy with our situation as I was going to get, considering I spent a large portion of it in a constant fucking state of confusion. And hard-ons.

"Nose bleed. It's dry in this house." She smiled, "Doc thinks it's about time to start weaning me off some of the drugs," She replied, and I could tell that it was the truth. She was a terrible liar, I wondered if she knew. "Says a few of them just aren't working like they use to."

"And you're upset? I can only assume from the face smashing." I asked, bewildered, handing her a spoon as she dug into the ice cream with her pink finger. "I'd have thought you would be thrilled."

She shrugged, licking caramel of her knuckle, strings of sugary gold clinging to her lips. It was obscene, this ice cream fetish of hers, and yet I couldn't help but enable her. After all, I bought the fucking shit.

"I...." She paused mid lick, letting her tongue slide across her lips slowly, whisking away the remanent caramel. Gripping the counter top, I hid my rapidly awakening cock behind the breakfast bar and willed her to knock that shit off before I impregnated her kitchen cupboards. I was fairly sure I could at least dent her granite counter tops with the four week old erection I was currently sporting. "I....I'm afraid I won't be the same, you know? I've been on them a long time. What if....what if no one likes me any more. What if I really need them? I'm....I'm afraid to feel anything, after all this time. What if it hurts?"

Something inside me clenched awkwardly, and I frowned, "It probably will," I admitted, "But wouldn't feeling something be better then feeling nothing at all?"

She laid her head in her hands, her hair creating a curtain around her face, loose strands sticking to the puddle of melted cream on the counter. Humans were so messy. "I feel things, sometimes. Like...I'm happy when your around." Cue inward girly high pitched unmanly squeal, "What if....what if when I get off them I ....what if it's not the same?"

"Oh." I paused, "Oh. Bella you can't....don't stay on them because of me. I mean....if you get off them and you realize that a friendship with a vampire is not in your best interest, I'll understand." No I fucking wouldn't. But I wasn't going to tell her that. I wasn't that selfish.

She looked up at me with strangely glossy eyes, "Thats not..."She paused, biting her caramelized lips, "I like liking you."

"Well good, I like that you like liking me." I sighed, tapping my fingers against the granite, "Bella, stop taking the meds. We'll take it as it comes. Good and bad and all that crap." I assured her, though I was feeling less then confident in the moment.

She smiled, one of the brilliant smiles that I felt wholly un-deserving of at times. "Thanks Peter."

I left Bella late that evening, for my ah...monthly appointment. I had found this sad bastard stumbling his way out of a bar on the South side, reeking of gin and death and desperation. Even without all his faculties, he had snatched my card out of my hands with his fat, grubby paws before I could even finish my melodramatic proposition.

Walter Freedmont was forty-six, morbidly obese, and dying a slow, and grotesquely painful death. He also requested that he be sleeping when I arrived. It never ceased to amaze me the cowardice so many men showed in the face of death, even the pretty sparkily Vampire face of perfection I offered. Nor did it surprise me the courage women showed in facing the same imminent doom.

He lived in a shitty run down house half an hour outside of Seattle, surrounded by forest and cars on cinder-blocks. I let myself in his unlocked door without a word, nothing but the blackness of night to shield me, though there were no eyes to pry regardless. His house reeked of poverty, depression, and human feces so strong I was forced to choke back a gag of venom that rose, burning in my throat. There were a myriad of other smells as well, rotten garbage, unwashed fat people, rotting flesh. The smell was over powering. If I were this man, I'd be eager to die as well. Walter Freedmont had relinquished his will to live.

Walter was asleep on the couch, his gelatinous, hairy, stomach hanging from the side, peeking out the bottom of his yellow stained wife-beater. I grimaced at the open, brown-crusted mouth sores surrounding his lips, blending into the splotchy rash that seemed to cover half his face. His foot rested on the arm of the couch, toes rotting with gangrene. He was a slob. A sick slob. A sick, dying slob. His hair was unwashed, matted to his head in thick, lanky chunks. His skin was filthy, coated in a layer of grease, dirt and filth. The idea of biting into that had me squirming where I stood and wishing desperately for some of Bella's hand sanitizer, or even her Emergency Spare Can Of Lysol. I'd rather drink a bottle of Purell then bite down on this man.

However, I had always forced myself to be un-biased in my choosing. This man needed the respite of death, and he needed it badly. He wasn't the best of men, transgressing several of the seven deadly sins. Gluttony, obviously, and sloth no doubt. But I wasn't here to judge, and Walter wasn't the worst of men either. He was just a man, a man with a dead line. Walter Freedmont was suffering from an array of things. Lupus. Diabetes. Congestive Heart Failure. It was the combination of the diseases that had cut his life short.

People with terminal Lupus were rare, and generally miserable. It wasn't the disease that killed them but the unstoppable train of symptoms; skin lesions, memory loss, photosensitivity, fevers, shortness of breath, hair loss, immunity deficiency, rashes, kidney problems, anemia, blood clots. The inability to fight off a kidney infection could turn lethal, you just never fucking knew with Lupus. Add to it Diabetes and Congestive Heard Failure, it was a surprise he made it to forty-six at all. Terrible disease.

Rummaging through my coat pockets, I found a loose wet-wipe Bella had taken it upon herself to keep in my pockets, should she find herself without one in the company of me.

I lifted his wrist gingerly, scrubbing at the molted skin. I dropped the wipe on the floor, before hesitantly sinking my teeth into the thick, fat flesh of his arm. His blood was heavy, coursing down my throat like a slow moving sludge. Sickly sweet with an excess of glucose, I choked it down, pull by pull, and suddenly the world spun. I wobbled backwards, feeling my limbs fall heavy at my side. I fell to my knees, stricken by the wave of nausea...nausea that crashed over me. The room spun in a swirl of colors, and I felt the hard scratch of filthy carpet scrape against my cheek as I hit the floor with a hard thud, arms to weak to even catch my fall. What the fuck was happening?

As I lay there, in the filth, I could feel the blood working achingly slow through my veins and I struggled to find some sort of lucidity. My fingers twitched at my sides as I struggled to drag them to my pockets, fumbling weakly till I found the familiar weight of my cell phone. Speed dial and speaker-phone were found after four sad attempts and I had never heard a more beautiful sound then her voice as she woke up.

"Peter?" Bella's voice was broken with sleep, crackling through the speaker phone, as I struggled to hold the receiver somewhere near my mouth, "Peter, it's three in the morning..."

"Bella..."I groaned, to weak to even roll over, and barely able to keep my head up as I spoke, "Fuck...Bella...something's wrong....I...I can't...."My words were cut short with the sudden upheaval of black, venom tainted blood, curdled and wet, splattering against the carpet from my mouth.

"Oh God. Where are you?" She rasped through a rustle of fabric, and I wheezed out the address.

"Out by the warehouse district, 5676 Southport, two miles past the train station, out in the sticks...."

"Just...I'm on my way." And the phone clicked, leaving me with the dull disconnection tone as my vision swam in reds and blacks and I fought to keep myself....awake? Alive? These things made no sense to a vampire.....

The vague sense of wood slamming against wood woke me from....the half lucid state I was in. Bella's blurry purple converses were all I could see, and I reached feebly, and in vain, my hands falling back to my sides even as I slurred out words, "Mmm Bellaa,"

"Holy shit." She muttered, "Peter, can you hear me?" She cooed, dropping to her knees in the filth and blood beside me.

"Mmmm," I groaned, lifting my head just so before the room lurched violently.

"Stay still, shhh. I'm here. Peter....didn't you smell the gas leak?" She asked, grunting as she rolled me to my back, "Oh shit."

Gas leak? Had I smelled leaking gas? I might have through the myriad of other disgusting and offensive scents reeking from the house. I had been anxious to feed and leave, to preoccupied by the job I had to do, to dwell on anything else.

"Jesus Christ, your heavy," She grumbled, hooking her slender arms beneath mine. My head lolled, chin snapping against my chest, and I never felt more useless in my life the moment I was dragged forcibly by a ninety pound girl out of a house.

She stumbled as we reached her car and I hissed, struggling at awareness, groaning, "Bella....I...I have to kill him.....he'll change....if we leave him."

Propping me up against the fender, she crouched between my legs. Her blurry, pale face swam in my vision, and she looked more like an angel then I ever had, "Peter," She murmured, brushing my hair from my fore head with tenderness I was wholly un-accustom to, "with that kind of gas leak.....He was already dead when you got here."

She worked slowly as she pushed and pulled me into the back seat of her car, laying me out like a drunk. My stomach flopped in side me, but I was sure there was nothing left to vomit up, save the strange wave of venom I was to weak to swallow, burning a trail out the side of my mouth. I felt...sick with heat, my own skin too warm to the touch to be anything but alarming. I was scared....I felt like I was dying.

The world was a blur of colors and lurches from then, the occasional murmur of reassurance from Bella. She held my hand through the seats, the pad of her thumb coarse against my skin as it smoothed circles on the back of my hand. It was all that kept me centered, as I fought a battle against the blackness that threatened the edges of my vision. I felt myself jostled and manipulated, but my state of unawareness had taken over, and slowly, the colors and lurches stopped, leaving the creeping black shadows free to swallow me whole.

I slipped in and out of varying fucking states of consciousness over a span of time I could not measure. This wasn't sleep, this was purgatory. A condition or process of purification or temporary punishment. It was a little bit of both, I thought. Bella was there, her chemicle scent invading my scenes, clean and crisps.

"Thats it," She whispered, hand cupping my jaw, prying it open gently. I was to weak to protest, and to trusting to question her. Bitter, hot fluid filled my mouth and I gagged, sputtering and choking, as she stroked my throat like a cat forced to swallow a pill, "Come on Peter....you have to drink it. Just...do this for me, please." She pleaded, her voice breaking in fear or panic, I couldn't tell, but I did as she asked, letting the dirt flavored liquid slide down my throat, washing away the taste of Walter fucking Freedmont.

When I ...woke, for a better word could not be found, I was instantly aware of the soft body tucked against mine, hair splayed out across my chest, as a stead stream of warm breath puffed against my skin.

"Bella?" I rasped, groaning as the shaft of light reflected off the scared and mangled skin of my shoulder. My bare shoulder. Why was my shoulder bare? "Bella!"

"Wha...What?" She snapped awake instantly, lurching up in our shared bed, "Peter! Oh thank god!'

I was pretty sure that bastard had nothing to do with it.

Throwing my arm over my eyes, I groaned, "Whats going ahh----" My inquiry was cut short as my arm was ripped away, warm wet kisses pressing against my face, till finally she kissed my mouth with surprising force. I took back my previous assessment, maybe God was giving me a break. Because Bella kissing me was nothing short of a God-Send.

"Your okay, your really okay," She breathed, kissing my mouth between words, and I had no idea what the fuck was going on, so I grabbed her face gently between my palms, stilling her, our faces inches apart, and I realized, she really looked like shit. Blood smudged her jaw, and her hair was a mess. Dark circles ringed her worried eyes, as she looked down upon me.

"What happened?" I asked, and she smiled, pressing her forehead against mine.

"You drank from a dead guy." She said, insinuating herself as close to me as possible, and though the contact was foreign, it was delicious, and even if I didn't understand it, I wasn't going to point it out, "And ....I don't know....it made you really sick."

"Yeah, I remember that part." I murmured, "What did you make me drink?"

She cringed, "Rabbit blood."

"Rabbit blood?!" I repeated in a shout, sitting up abruptly, and taking her with me. I caught her swiftly at the waist as she fell against me, inadvertently shifting her onto my lap. Best seat in the house, I'd argue. "That....what if that made me more sick!? You just...why would you do that?! You can't just do that!"

She looked at me, a little wrinkle between her eyes, "Why would it make you sick?"

I scoffed, "Because....because vampires can't do that. They don't do that."

Blinking, she shifted in my lap, her legs suddenly straddling mine, and the awkwardness of the situation hit home with me, as what could only be described as morning wood decided to make itself announced, "Of course they do. My old....coven....they all drank from animals."

I balked, unable to speak as I processed this new information, "The....drank....They could.....They survived on animal blood?"

Her arms wrapped around my neck as she buried her face in my shoulder. "Yes, of course. It was harder I guess, but they did it. I'm so glad your okay, I was so worried...."

I held her against me, "Thank you," I murmured against her hair, to scared to do much more, "For...taking care of me."

When she kissed me this time, it was different from the frantic kisses pressed to my face, or the kiss shared in her drive way a month ago. She kissed like she meant it, with passion and fury, and insinuating hands digging into my hair. I could feel her tears on my face as she kissed me harder, legs wrapping around my waist. I had never done this before, how had I never done this before? But I knew, had it been any other, any one besides Bella, it would not have been the same.

"Never, ever scare me like that again," She breathed, and I wiped away her tears with my finger tip.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, because I really didn't know, and that scared me, and this scared me, her in my lap, and me in her bed, and the smell of blood and death, and Walter fucking Freedmont still heavy in the air. She clung to me harder.

"I'm crying?" She asked, touching her face, and a little smile turned up her lips, "I...I haven't cried in years."

"Why now?" I whispered, because she whispered, even in the empty house, as if speaking out loud would ruin the strange kind of trance we had found ourselves in.

"I...I can't lose you too." She murmured, "Your suppose to be invincible, your not suppose to leave me. Don't leave me."

"I won't," I promised, resting my chin on her head, "All this..."I began to say, but I didn't know what the fuck to say, so I stopped, but I had already spoken, already broke the string that bound us to the moment.

"Oh," She blushed, attempting to scramble back and off my lap, but I held her anyways, and would continue to do so till I could no longer, "Um...I'm sorry...I know...it makes you uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable," I assured her, "Confused...I don't....what does this mean? For us....this is....Very friendly."I finished lamely, but she seemed to understand. "This is----"

"I like you." She interrupted, looking me dead in the eye, "And I haven't liked anything in a very long time. I haven't been....capable of liking. Of hating. Of feeling anything. But I feel for you, even through all the pills and the...walls...I've built and last night was just to fucking scary to pretend that what I feel is purely....friendly. Thats why I was afraid of getting of the pills...if I like you now...but I'm mortal, I don't have forever, and I didn't want to lie to myself, and I'm sorry....I know that you don't---"

"I like you too." And hadn't I said as much to Cat just a month ago? "I've never liked anything. Anything at all. And your confusing, and your rude, and loud, and messy, and you have some serious OCD issues, and I like you, and I miss you more then I should when I go home...and...." I tapered off, suddenly uncomfortable by my verbal vomit of admittance.

She grinned against my mouth as she spoke, "We like each other."

"Apparently," I murmured back, allowing the happy-growly feelings burn as hot as they wanted inside me, finding no need to viciously stomp them down into nothing, "A Vampire with an identity crisis, and a jaded, medicated human, each with a laundry list of idiosyncrasies."

"What a pair we make," She smiled.

I leaned back against the head board, pulling her with me, shifting awkwardly, "I should go soon. I have to take care of the body...."

She frowned, wrinkling up her nose, "I took care of that."

"What?" I asked, bewildered, "How?"

She shrugged, wiggling her toes against the small of my back, "I blew up the house. All it took was a cigarette, and at that point, I needed one. I mean....they'll find the gas leak and assume...."

"Thank you," I grumbled, "I really wish you hadn't had to...I...feel bad. Will you tell me what happened after you got me here? I mean, did anything really happen?"

She laid against my chest, head turned in towards my neck, so I could feel her breath with ever word she spoke, "Well, you kept throwing up this thick black syrupy stuff. After a while... I don't know....you were empty. Then you just kept...spitting venom. I think maybe your body was trying to flush out your system or something....You were really really hot, like you had a fever . " She breathed," I...wasn't sure what to do. I figured that dead blood was bad for you. There is actually a book about Vampires that says drinking form the dead will kill you. I mean...I don't know, you can't trust all that crap, but it seemed to be right. Either that or the gas poisoning fucked you up. Maybe because it wasn't oxygenated, I don't know, I could only guess. I knew I needed to get something inside you...around six this morning I found a pet shop....and well you know. I fed you the rabbit blood. Your fever came down, and you stopped spitting up so much venom...and then you woke up."

"Why am I naked?" I asked, feeling the heat of her blush against my skin.

"Uh...your close were filthy. They're in the dryer, if you want them. I washed you up a bit, you were a mess. His house was just...ugh. Bad."

"You saved me," I chuckled, "You saved the big bad vampire."

Bella snorted against my skin, "Well I'm not totally useless."

"No. Your not," I paused, "I know....I know I'm not suppose to ask about Them....but will you tell me...about them hunting animals...I...."

She drew back, "You don't want to hunt from humans?"

"No. Not if I don't have to." I closed my eyes, "I was...I was created in a time of destruction....carnage and war, and so much killing. I don't want to....I want to be good."

She nodded solemnly, fingers tracing the scars in my flesh, "You were....you were in the Vampire Wars....in the south...right? Thats where you got all these scars?"

"Bella..."

"I won't talk about them." She murmured, "But I've heard of Maria....of her plan and her....newborn army. And I've seen scars like these."

I breathed heavily, pre-functionary but relaxing, "Very few escaped."

"Very few wanted to, I should think, "She noted, "From what I was told...if you did as you were ordered, you were fed well and often. You didn't know any better....so you didn't leave."

"Yes." I conceded, "But given my gift...I did know better, and I just couldn't do it," I hugged her tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair, cheap shampoo and just Bella, "To learn that there is another way...."

"I'll help you. Anyway that I can. It's hard, I guess. Controlling your....craving.....is harder because you deny them. You'll have to hunt more often, but...I don't know. Edward said that in denying themselves human blood, they were able to regain some of there humanity. But your pretty....human to me. Your eyes will turn gold though, so you won't have to wear the contacts."

"I want to try," I said at length, "One day, Bella, I'm going to tell you about my past."

She smiled,leaning into kiss me once more, "I'd like that. But for now, what are you doing tomorrow? I think it's time we take a trip to Forks."


A/N Make sure you read my above A/N! And I know that Bella didn't actually learn much about Jasper till the later on, but we're just going to say that Edward told her about the Vampire Wars. Oh and did any one get the Anne Rice reference?