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BPOV

I was so not done with Edward. I could not believe he would try to kill me. I mean what happened to the love he said he had for me? What happened to being in absolute heaven when I woke up in his arms? And what about now? I felt no love for him at all, I HATED him. None of it made sense, I wanted to talk to Jacob but I paused at the sight of my cold, dead hands. What would he want to do with his enemy? I turned and watched his retreating form as he began his slow walk home, my dead heart broke to see the grief in his shoulders, my blood on his hands. My eyes pricked needing the tears that would never come again. There was only one person I could talk to at the moment and she had ran into the woods after her fight with Edward. I took the stairs to Alice's room with slow accurate steps but waiting in her room tense and nervous was Jasper.

"Bella, I have a confession to make."

JPOV

(J as in Jacob JAPOV is Jaspers point of view)

What would she want with the likes of me? I saw it in her eyes she HATES what she is. She never wanted to be a vampire, she never wanted this life. She will be in pain for eternity and it's my fault.

I sank my muzzle into the soft moss and cried giant baseball sized tears.

I killed Bella, I killed her, not Edward.

No one was trying to listen in on my thoughts they were trying to give me some privacy. And no one was trying to think about Edwards attack on her but the images came anyway. Bella on the truck, bleeding in my arms, quietly crying my name. It felt like being run over by a truck at each image.

She was already dead, but I killed what was left.

Jacob, you didn't kill her.

Shut up Seth! You saw her too, she's a vampire now! Our sworn enemy! She could never look at me again…

Jake…you did what you had to man, leaving her on that truck would be murder. You saved her.

I phased unwilling to answer anymore. I wondered if a gun would kill me, or only make a really big mess. If there was anything I knew, I couldn't live my life without Bella. And Bella was dead.

JAPOV

"Bella, I have a confession to make"

I could feel her emotions as if she was hurling them at me: confusion, anger, grief, and that same rolling rage that Jacob had thrown at me not that long ago. How would she take this news? Could I tell her the rest? Would she believe me? Did I have the right to offer her that hope?

"Jasper stop being Edward what is it?"

Stop being Edward? Oh, she means stop thinking in silence. Maybe, he was the one she hated…she hadn't made the connection yet. But should I tell her? Would she hate me?

"Jasper!"

"Sorry Bella, I have a confession to make."

"Yea, you said that"

She was pissed…but not at me…not yet anyway.

"I…I manipulated you."

All I felt was confusion…no anger yet…well, at least not at me.

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't want to! It's just he was so happy…it's been so long and well…"

"Jasper don't give yourself a brain hemorrhage"

I chuckled darkly she still hadn't made the connection.

"Jasper? Tell me, it's okay."

Heaving a huge unnecessary sigh I took her hands in mine.

"Bella, you never loved Edward. I made you love him."

My relief doubled hers and we both sank to our knees.

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