I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER, I AM MAKING NO MONEY OUT OF THIS STORY AND AM ONLY WRITING IT FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF MYSELF AND IT'S READERS. ALL CREDIT FOR THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND STORY GOES TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed with a silly grin still spread over my face. After a quick shower I made my way to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

After making some coffee and a bagel I sat down and began to eat. Just as I started on the coffee Jasper shuffled through the door nervously, obviously still apprehensive of me.

'Hi Jasper' I smiled at him in an attempt to put him at ease.

'Can I sit here?' He asked indicating to the chair opposite me, seeming less nervous then he had been when he came in.

'Sure,' I nodded, 'This isn't even my house.' We both chuckled at that.

'Where's Peter?' His absence was making me feel slightly uncomfortable. Jasper cocked his eyebrow at this, of course, he was an empath. I'd need to remember that.

'He went out for a hunt, he told me to tell you he'd try and get back as quickly as possible.'

I nodded but something bothered me about this. Hoping that Jasper wouldn't notice I finished my coffee and then washed and packed my dishes away. When I turned back to the table he was sat in the same position staring intently at me.

'What's wrong?' While he said this he pointed to the chair I had just been sat in, silently telling me to sit down.

I sighed heavily realizing I wouldn't get out of this. I sat down, took a deep breath and then looked at Jasper, 'You said Peter was out hunting..' I trailed off unable to finish my sentence.

'And you want to know about his hunting habits?' Jasper finished for me.

I nodded unable to speak further.

'Well obviously he doesn't hunt animals like I do,' Jasper began, referring to the dull red colour of Peter's eyes.

'Now don't get me wrong he doesn't just go out killing just anyone.' Jasper said quickly defending his friend.

'He hunts what he likes to call 'the dregs of society'.' I looked up at him confused.

'He mainly hunts murderers or rapists, if he can't find anyone else he'll feed from drug addicts, people who are close to killing themselves anyway.'

I sighed relieved, I didn't know what I had been expecting but it wasn't that.

'Would it have bothered you had I told you he didn't hunt that way?'

I looked up at Jasper's question; he was staring at me like he was trying to figure something out.

'I don't know,' I answered honestly, 'maybe..'

'Either way he wouldn't hurt you,' Jasper reassured me.

'How do you know that?'

'He cares about you, a lot. It's gonna take him a while to admit it, hell I don't even think he realizes how much he cares about you.' Jasper finished nodding his head resignedly.

'You've just got to be patient with him,' he spoke more to himself than me.

'What do you mean?' I asked and his expression turned startled, indicating he thought that he'd given too much away.

'Uh, nothing,' he stammered quickly looking away from me.

'No way, tell me what you meant?'

He looked defeated and said, 'Those shocks you felt yesterday, he felt them too, and they mean something. But you have to be patient and you have to let everything play out in its own time. That's all I'm saying for now.'

I could have asked more on the subject, like how did he know about the shocks I felt, but his tone of voice suggested that this conversation was over.

'Jasper?' I asked quietly, and he looked up and nodded his head for me to go on, 'did he ever love me?'

I held up my hand halting what he was about to say and in the most serious voice I have, I said 'Please tell me the truth, I need to know.'

He began to look uncomfortable but told me the truth anyway.

'No Bella, he never did,' he said sadly. 'He was intrigued by your ability to keep him out of your head. He thought if he could get close to you he might break through, when he couldn't he just got irritated and bored.'

I nodded, I had been right. That didn't make it any easier though.

'I don't really know if you want to hear this right now,' he began cautiously, 'but I think Alice and Edward have been together for longer that they're letting on, but that I was in the way. When we left it gave her the excuse she had been waiting for to break up with me.' He choked on his words as he finished and dissolved into dry sobs.

I walked around the table and brought him into a hug that I needed just as much as he did, I knew Jasper could be wrong but I had a feeling deep down that he wasn't. We had both been played and it hurt like hell.

That was how Peter found us half an hour later, stood in the middle of the kitchen, sobbing for everything we had lost.

Eventually my tears dried up and Jasper's sobs subsided, and Peter asked us if we were both okay after giving us both a hug, I couldn't help but notice not only how safe his arms felt, but how amazing his eyes looked, bright crimson in color after just feeding.

We were just making our way to the sitting room, when there was a loud crash that startled us all, as the door from the outside to the kitchen flew open.

The last thing I saw before Peter pulled me behind his back, and my vision was obstructed by his shirt, was a mass of brilliant red hair.

Author Note: Dun dun dun! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, please Read&Review!