A/N: Chapter Six!

A quick warning, there is sex, loving making, whatever the hell you want to call it, in this chapter. There isn't anything graphic. In fact this is like Stephenie Meyer style, there's hardly any reference. Think about it as a fade to black scene. Please don't hail me with tomatoes when you read who is participating in the act. It's all part of the story, I promise.

I would like to thank my two betas, cullenite21 and twilightrocks1 for beta reading my chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't profit from this story, it's solely for my own amusement. Also, because while I'm writing, I can pretend that Jasper belongs to me. But alas, the truth is, he belongs to SM, as does everything else Twilight related.

Chapter 6 - Crooked Vampire Turns Good

I ran for miles, letting the wind brush my hair back. The barely discernible sun was setting behind me, twilight once again. I pushed myself harder, hoping to get to him just a little bit quicker. I only stopped running when I rounded the corner into the park that surrounded his house.

I slowed to a snail pace – a human pace – as I walked towards his house. I could immediately sense that there was another presence in the house, a new one, a female one. I listened intently for the sounds of the others who were in the house, only to find there was one other person inside with the female, and if the burning in my throat was anything to go by, I knew who was with her. It was Jasper.

I could hear them clearly, they were laughing joyously together, and I knew instantly what was going on. A low growl escaped my lips as I spoke the word in my mind. Flirting. It was stupid for me to react that way, ridiculous even. He was a seventeen year old male. What else did I expect? That he did not attract those of the opposite sex?

I was furious; I could feel it simmering beneath my skin. The feeling of anger mixed in with the unrighteous jealously that I was feeling right now. Her voice aggravated me. It sounded so fake, so immature.

"Oh, you're so funny, Jasper," her pathetically girlish voice told him. I growled again, only realising too late that I had been gripping the wooden picket fence beside me.

I quickly allowed the wood splinters to fall from my hand. I looked down at the fence that now had a substantially large chunk missing. I quickly sanded the edges down with my hand. Destroy all evidence, that was always the way.

I looked up at the window just as the lights flickered on. I clenched my hands into tight balls as I realised that the light belonged to his bedroom. A twisted grin spread across my face, as I deliberated over the image of myself backhanding the pathetic excuse of a girl across the room and into his wall. The fact that it would be severely fatal for her amused me.

However, the grin soon died on my face, and I turned away from the house as I heard the tell tale noises coming from his room. I didn't want to wait around for the outcome that I knew was about to occur. I didn't want to hear him make love to someone else, someone that wasn't me.

No!

I shook my head and tried to rid myself of those thoughts. He was a human, I was a vampire, and those two just didn't mix.

You were jealous that she was in there with him.

"Shut up," I snarled to myself.

You didn't like that he had a girl with him.

"I said shut up." I was shaking with anger as I spun around and ran away from the house, hoping that the distance I was making between us would make the noises quieter. It didn't, of course, as I expected.

It seemed that I was so attuned into this one soul, that even though I was miles away from him, I could still hear him clearly. I could still hear everything that he did, and it repulsed me that I could hear it all. Even though, at times, that could have been seen as a good thing, right now, I wished I couldn't hear anything.

I always thought that my substantially wide range hearing was a blessing, allowing me to become aware of my prey from far off. As well as being able to hear people that were coming, people that could find me whilst feeding.

Normally I didn't mind, save for now because hearing them made me want to tear my ears from my face. So I started shouting, or growling, I wasn't sure which. It was just a noise that helped distract me, and drown out the other noises in my ears.

I was running through a large clearing. It was uncivilised for miles, so I didn't care if humans would hear me. They would have to have exceptionally good hearing to be able to know what it was. But of course, it wasn't a human that heard me.

"What the hell are you snarling about?" Casper demanded. I wasn't really surprised that they could hear me. What was I expecting? That none of them would come find me after this outburst? I wish.

"Nothing," I snapped.

As soon as I said it, the clamour that was coming from his room suddenly boomed in my ears, and I flinched. He looked at me with an incredulous expression on his face, and to my surprise he chuckled to himself. The expression on his face was unreadable, but I let that pass, for it was obvious that he didn't believe what I said, and from the sound of my voice, neither did I.

"Sure, like I will believe that for one second," he replied, rolling his eyes. I glowered at him, hiding the fact that I didn't have a reply to his comment. I wouldn't know what to say even if Shadow had asked me.

"Look, I get you're having your female vampy crap, alright, but seriously, you shouldn't be making that kind of noise, not so close to humans," he informed me in a serious voice. "They will be predicting all sorts of freak weather storms right now."

He grinned at me once again. Clearly he wasn't as rattled about it as he tried to make out, but then it was silence and I could still hear it. I could still hear him mostly, and it sickened me, I needed a distraction, and fast.

He positioned his arms in front of himself as I walked towards him, a touch too abruptly. He took a step back which made me grin, and at least he was wary of my strength.

"Hey! Calm down! No need to go psycho on my ass. I didn't even say-" But my lips prevented him from saying anything more as they crashed down onto his, he was so taken aback with my behaviour that he didn't react at first. He hadn't been expecting that. But then his arms snaked around my body, crushing us together, and he kissed me back enthusiastically.

I was right of course. Kissing him had weakened the reverberation that was coming from Jasper's room, until it was only a small hum in the background. Whatever sounds echoed towards me from him was coming out hazy in my already clouded mind.

I didn't need this to happen between us, neither did I want this, it was just happening. I had seen him standing only a few metres away, the sound of Jasper – my own personal hell - was in my ear, and I acted on instinct. Casper only retaliated with much more enthusiasm that what I first thought he would, but I didn't push him away from me, and I didn't stop him. I was curious, after all.

I didn't care that there was too much urgency in the way that we fell to the floor, tearing each other's clothes off in the process. I hadn't experienced anything like this before, certainly not since I had become a vampire, and I couldn't remember if I'd ever done thisas a human. Was I about to lose my virginity to an obnoxiously cocky vampire? If that was the case, I really couldn't find the time or patience to care.

Experiencing this with my heightened abilities was interesting. Furthermore, there was one realisation that intrigued and excited me all at the same time: I was never going to get tired, and neither was he.

I was only conscious of that fact that the sun was slowly rising in the sky when I become aware of the glistening jewel-like shards that were glowing from both our pale skins. It was the first time I'd seen another person's skin sparkle the way that mine did.

The silence was beautiful, even with the way that we were joined, even through what we were doing, it was silent, and then I remembered. I remembered the reason why I had started this, I remembered what he had been doing and the thought made me shudder. I wanted to leave, I wanted to find him, I wanted to see whether she was still there. I just had to go.

"Get off me, you insufferable oaf!" I exclaimed as I pushed against his chest. I could have been nicer to him. Especially considering the situation we were in, but I wasn't, and I saw the quick flash of anguish cross his face as he leant down and quickly kissed me on the cheek.

"This was fun, we should do it again sometime," he murmured. He made it sound like it was a trip to the cinema of something.

"There won't be a next time," I replied through gritted teeth. He grinned at me smugly, knowing full well that I was getting aggravated. I was only minutely aware of the fact that we were still connected.

"I won't quote you on that," he whispered, and then he was gone, and I found myself alone in the middle of some unknown meadow, lying bare for the entire world to see.

"Bastard," I muttered. I heard his invisible laughter from a direction I didn't know; strangely, this reaction made a smile coax its way onto my face.

I glanced around quickly, looking for any remainders of the clothes that I had been dressed in the night before, and found the jacket I had been wearing. It was surrounded by shreds of nylon and cotton; perfect I didn't have any clothes. Great, I thought to myself, I would have to streak half naked back to where I could find new clothes.

I let my mind wander as I ran the scenic route back home. I thought about the previous night and what had happened. I hated Casper – or so I had thought, but what happened last night truly proved that I didn't. I tried not to think of the smugness he would be feeling right now. Of course, he would probably brag to whomever he wanted that I had come onto him.

But I didn't care, because it wasn't the fact that I spent the night with him, it was the fact that I spent the night with another person. For last night was the first time in seven years that I'd spent the whole night in someone else's presence - with their consent, of course, which meant Jasper didn't count.

I laughed mockingly to myself. It was ironic how I had spent many nights in the company of Jasper, whom had no clue of my being there, whereas last night I had spent my night with Casper, and he very much consented in that. How ironic indeed.

It hadn't taken me long to get a new change of clothes. I had so many garments now stored inside my home, so it wasn't hard to choose. Most of which I had attained with money that wasn't mine, so you could say, in some respect, they were all stolen. I laughed craftily. I was a thief, a crook – a crooked vampire.

It was probably better that way if I were being completely honest. It wasn't as if I could work to earn money. I had to use the money I had found in the house, how else could I have attained it otherwise?

I never did step foot into a shop during the day time. I always went at the end of the day, when it was near closing time. There were maybe two workers left, finishing off the final shift of the day. I would choose the clothes I wanted, buy them, and then leave.

I hoped that the workers would be too tired to notice what I looked like, to notice the eyes, be it blood red or jet black, not the colour of an average female. But of course, I knew no amount of tiredness would miss something so prominent.

That was why I bought a pair of designer sunglasses. Under no circumstances would I ever been seen dead - forgive the pun - wearing them on a sunny day. For my eyes would be the least of my worries, being that I was a walking jewellery store when out in the sunlight.

So I would go into the store wearing my sunglasses - never once taking them off, I would shop quickly and efficiently, knowing the sizes that I needed, and then I'd pay. All the while, trying not to talk to the unsuspecting humans for longer than what was necessary.

I very rarely talked at all. There was only so much oxygen one could store without inhaling. Usually I smiled, nodded and took the clothes without any further questions. I only stopped when I ran out of money, but knowing that I had enough clothes, I was satisfied.

Once I'd chosen my clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror. My favourite vest top was accompanied by some skinnyjeans, which were finished off with a black pair of Jimmy Choos. It amazed me that I could even run in them.

I made my way to the door, only stopping to grab my jacket andshades. It wasn't sunny outside – in fact it was almost twilight hour as I stepped into the outside world – but a girl had to look good.

I walked rather than ran towards his home. Of course my walking still got me to his street quicker than what any car would have done, but I did not care for such equations as speed.

I could hear children playing in the street adjacent from the park that I was now crossing, so I slowed down to a human pace and walked towards the gates leading into the street.

Would they have noticed me jumping over the fence? I mused. No. Probably not, but still, it wasn't very lady like at all.

I was entering the street when I heard the sharp intake of breath and the high pitched scream of the children playing. My first thought had been that they had seen me and were terrified of what they saw, but that was ridiculous, the only thing that would scare them was my eyes.

That was when I saw the car.

There was a small girl standing in the middle of the road, glued to the spot as a silver Volvo swerved violently, trying not to hit her. I heard the tyres screech along the road, I heard the frantic attempts the male driver made in pushing the brake pedal down. But he was going too fast, the girl was going to be run over.

Correction: the girl would have been run over.

I didn't think about who would have seen me as I sprinted towards the small girl. I was faster than the car, which meant I was able to scoop the girl into my arms and carry her to the side of the road long before the car got to where she had once been standing.

The girl was shivering in my arms, tears poured down her cheeks as she looked up at me and saw her saviour, and as I looked down at her, I saw who it was I had saved. I should have recognised the blonde curls of Rosalie Hale as I ran towards her.

I put her down on her feet as the fire reared up in my throat; it just wasn't safe for any of us to have her in my arms. I could feel the heat of her skin on my hands and it was too much for me to handle. The venom pooled into my mouth and the monster inside reared its ugly head. My eyes zeroed in on the soft, pale skin on her neck and my mind ran away with itself, imagining the way my teeth would pierce her skin so easily.

A fresh gust of wind swirled around me, clearing my senses and I quickly shook my head, inhaling the clean, untainted air. I forced the monster back inside the box inside my chest, hoping it wouldn't reappear.

The small girl Rosalie had been playing with ran up to her, hugging her tightly. The brown haired girl looked up at me, and for once, I saw a different emotion directed at me – gratitude. It knocked me for six, rendering me speechless and unable to move.

The driver of the car got out and ran towards us. He was tall and handsome, but his expression was stressed and shocked. He ran a shaky hand through his long hair and pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out an uneven breath.

"Where did you come from?" he asked, gasping for breath. "I mean, I didn't see you. I didn't see her. Oh my god, I can't…"

He was cut off halfway through his sentence as a middle aged woman came running down the street, screaming for Rosalie. Rosalie looked up and ran towards her, only stopping when she was scooped up into the woman's arms. After the woman had checked her over, she walked over to the brown haired girl and held her close to her body, looking between me and the driver of the Volvo.

"What happened?" she demanded. "I heard screaming and knew it was the girl. Oh God, tell me what happened."

Tears fell from her eyes as she looked at me, but it was the driver who answered her. "I'm so sorry. I tried to stop, but she was too close. I almost hit her, if it wasn't for her pulling her from the road, heaven forbid what would have happened."

The woman looked at me, disbelief and shock in her tear filled eyes. "Y-you saved my daughter?" she stuttered. I nodded briefly as I realised who she was, it was Rosalie's mother, Jasper's mother.

"She came out of nowhere, I didn't even see her," he answered, his voice was still shaky, his heart still beating frantically. "One minute your daughter was in the road, the next she was in her arms!"

I didn't want to regret saving Rosalie's life, but he had seen my speed, or at least knew that I was faster than I should have been, and after what happened with the thief, I knew it wasn't a good thing that he knew. The last thing I needed was the Volturi getting involved.

"Is that true? Did you really do that for my daughter?" she asked, once again I just nodded, I couldn't speak, to do that I would need to inhale, and I didn't trust myself enough to do that now that there were so many humans around. Their cloying scent was too much to handle.

But the expression on the mother's face told me that she didn't like that I only nodded, and so I drew in an uneven breath through my teeth. The fire burnt down my throat and I felt the venom pool in my mouth but I gritted my teeth and attempted to get myself under control. My whole body shuddered as I fought against the monster I'd only just battled against moments ago.

"I couldn't stand by and watch, I had to do something," I replied, my voice was wooden and strained. In truth, if that girl's blood had been spilt, I wasn't sure whether I would have been able to control myself. I shuddered once again as I thought about what her mother could have come outside to. However, the funny thing was that only now did I think of that excuse.

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave now," I said, excusing myself. I needed to get away from here before my thread of self control snapped. "I hope your daughter will be okay."

I turned away before she could answer, but before I managed to get one step, she called out to me, and I knew that I couldn't keep walking. It would have been too rude, but I didn't want to hurt these people.

"Don't go yet, at least come inside and let me make you a drink or something. You must be a little shocked after what happened," she said. Shocked? No. Thirsty? Yes, but not for anything she was about to offer, and if she wanted to offer me a drink, then she was passing herself up for an easy death.

I stared at her momentarily. I really didn't want to go inside their house, because I knew that he was in there. I could hear him listening to music, completely oblivious to what was going on outside.

"I don't know, I wouldn't want to be intruding on anything," I hedged, hoping she would take the hint. But instead she smiled at me warmly and shook her head, it was a strange feeling having people – humans – treat me like this.

"Don't be silly. I almost lost my daughter if it wasn't for you. It's the least I can do, trust me."

You almost lost your son to me, too, on numerous occasions in fact. But I'm not going to mention that. I knew it was a lost cause trying to get out of it. I had to go inside the house with her. I glanced over at the Volvo driver who looked between us, evidently more at ease.

"I should be getting off, but listen, if there's anything wrong with either of you, be it you need to go to the hospital because of delayed injuries or anything, just call me. Here's my card, it's the least I could do for both of you."

He handed us both a card and for a moment I looked down at the card, reading his details.

His name was Edward Cullen. He was a solicitor, living in Eddy Avenue, too. He was rich, so I was certain even if I could actually get ill, that even the most expensive of operations wouldn't put a dent in his bank account.

"Thank you, it's very generous of you, Mr Cullen," she replied warmly.

"As I said before, it's the least I could do," he said, he smiled briefly then nodded towards both of us, lingering slightly as he looked at me. He was probably seeing the designer clothes and wondering whether I had too much money to speak for. Then he turned around and went back to his car, waving once before carrying on in his journey, noticeably slower than before.

The mother signalled for me to follow her, and slowly we made our way back to the house. I looked up at the window, listening for sounds of him, wondering whether he knew that I was out there with his family. But I could still hear his music, and I knew that he didn't know, yet.

It was strange as I walked inside. I looked around the house that I had visited on numerous nights. But seeing what was downstairs, when I had only ventured as far as Jasper's bedroom was, pretty surreal.

There were pictures on the wall. School pictures of both Jasper and Rosalie from various ages. I stared at Jasper's pictures. It felt unreal seeing him as a small child. But my eyes skipped past the pictures of him with braces, and landed on the most recent one. He was staring dead at the camera, with a smirk, not a smile, a smirk spread across his face.

I dragged my eyes away from that picture and focused on the family pictures. The first was of Jasper as a small child, the two people holding him I assumed were his parents. The next was of Jasper when he was older, there was a baby girl was sitting in his father's lap. The father didn't appear in any other pictures after that, even though there were two more family portraits after that one.

Jasper's mom broke me from my study of the pictures and told me to wait in the main room where the two girls sat side by side across the room from me. I hoped that they didn't speak to me as I couldn't breathe in again now that I was inside. I knew that my fiendish side would show if I did, and there wouldn't be any gust of wind to clear my senses.

The mom returned moments later, going to sit next to the two girls. It was awkward for a moment, neither of us speaking as we sat in silence. I couldn't make eye contact, and then I remembered – I was wearing myshades, which meant they couldn't see my eyes.

I looked down and slowly removed my glasses, it was rude to wear them inside the house and as I looked at them, I could see the shock in their eyes. They could quite easily see my jet black irises.

"I'm sorry if my eyes look a little weird," I started awkwardly, practically talking through my teeth. "I have special contacts on. My eyesight isn't the best without them."

"Oh, I didn't notice them," she replied, evidently lying. "But good job you had them in today then," she said, chuckling slightly.

Like she hadn't noticed my eyes, she was staring right at them, I thought to myself bitterly.

We sat for a few seconds longer. All I wanted to do was leave, to get up and walk away quickly. I didn't want to be in this house downstairs any longer than what was necessary. As Jasper had stopped listening to his music, and he would hear a new voice downstairs, and it was only a matter of time before he came down to investigate.

"Bella, dear, I rang your mother and told her that you will be arriving home a little later. I will walk you back myself," she said. I had been so engrossed in listening to any noises Jasper made, that I didn't realise she had started talking to the small brown haired girl beside Rosalie.

That was when I heard him. He had opened the door to his bedroom and was making his way downstairs. I stood immediately, looking at the three on the chair.

"I'm sorry, but I really do have to go now," I stated, rushing over my words. The mother got up, but it was already too late. Jasper had made his way downstairs, and even though I hadn't inhaled, I could smell him. My throat was tightening, venom coursing through my body. I needed to get out of the house, and quickly.

"Okay, well, thank you again for saving my little girl," she told me sincerely, once again thanking me for rescuing Rosalie.

"Any time," I replied briskly, just wanting to get out of there before Jasper found me. I smiled curtly and turned around, but as I did I immediately looked to the ground. Jasper had walked into the room, his eyes immediately falling on me. I heard him inhale, I heard his heart rate increase and I knew that he had recognised me.

I quickly put my glasses back on and looked up. The last thing I wanted was for him to see my eyes. If he hadn't made the connection yet, then seeing my eyes would confirm his suspicions.

"Jasper, this is… oh, sorry I don't think we exchanged names," his mom began, sounding apologetic. "My name is Esme."

I looked at her slightly lost for words. Did I give them my name that Shadow had chose?

"Alice," I answered, mainly because I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. I wasn't sure why I chose to use the name Shadow gave me, I said it without thinking.

"Well, Alice, this is Jasper, my son," she introduced. I glanced up momentarily noting that his eyes were fixed directly on me. "Jasper, this is Alice, she pulled Rosie from the road before she was hit by a car. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if she hadn't of been there."

"What?" he cried. "Rosalie was almost run over? Oh my God, is she okay?"

"Yes, hunny, if it wasn't for Alice here, she would have been…" But she stopped, unable to continue that sentence. "Anyway, Alice has to leave, and I do not wish to keep her any longer. Thank you a million times over, Alice."

I nodded, I was almost out of breath and I couldn't afford to inhale, especially when I was this close to him. My eyes were already black, no doubt, meaning that I was thirsty. One intake of his sweet, delectable scent and it would all be over.

I walked to the door and half opened it, a fresh gust of air blew into my face and I inhaled, taking in the clean untainted air quickly, allowing it to penetrate my system. It calmed my senses and I was able to think clearly. I wasn't out of the worst yet though.

But before I could step out, someone walked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I had heard him coming, of course, but I had expected him to just shut the door behind me. I was wrong.

I turned to see Jasper staring cautiously at me, he was alone. His mother had returned to the other room, and by the sounds of things, had started to watch a TV program with the girls. We were alone, just me and Jasper.

"You seem familiar to me," he began, his voice barely a whisper. "Your face, I've seen it before."

I stared at him through the glasses, finding myself unable to speak. I had known that he would recognise me, but I wasn't expecting him to question me on it. He was braver than I thought he would be, and in that moment, a strange, twisted admiration overcame me.

"I think you're mistaken. I've just got one of those faces," I replied, completely and utterly lying, and we both knew it. I smiled briefly and turned back to the door. I stepped out onto the steps, but he spoke again.

"Thank you for saving my sister. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost her," he mumbled, smiling faintly at the mention of her.

I'd do anything for you, Jasper, I thought to myself, but I knew I couldn't tell him that, and the realisation completely bowled me over. I'd never admitted that to myself before, today was the first time.

"It was nothing," I said, brushing him off. "You give me more credit than I deserve." Please let me go.

He smiled sweetly which caused an unnecessary breath to hitch in my throat. Luckily, that action didn't make me inhale his scent. "Maybe so, Alice," he began. I bit my bottom lip into my mouth hard at the sound of him saying my name aloud. "But thank you nonetheless."

A smile lingered on his face as I turned out into the street. I took one last look at him; he was still watching me. I found myself motionless for a second as I stood looking up at him from the bottom step.

I wasn't sure what it was that came over me, but I quickly shook myself out of my reverie and turned away from the house. I didn't look back at him again as the house went out of view. But even though I couldn't see him; I knew that he was still watching me, because I could hear him. His heart rate still hadn't decelerated in all the time that we had been talking.

A/N: *hides behind a rock*

Jasper: Dude, I got laid.

Alice: Dude, I got laid too.

Casper: DUDE, I GOT LAID.

Random girl, who is actually Tanya, and was just added in to further thicken the plot: Dude, I got laid.

Me: We have come to the conclusion that everyone got laid, don't hate me for that because it has to happen to move the story along. Capeesh?

Also, I made Edward Cullen almost kill Rosalie. I made him twenty-one and Bella only eleven! I hear Edward/Bella fans crying worldwide. Their relationship is for once well and truly forbidden. I'm not making Edward a kiddy fiddler.

One final thing, I have a one shot up, just a comedy one shot of Jasper and Emmett taking a bet and carrying it out in La Push. P.S Mike Newton gets humiliated. Go read if you like. It's called You Want to Bet on That? :)