AN: Hi guys! Sorry my computer glitched on me when i first posted this chapter so i had to take it down :(( but it's back up now so thank you all for being patient with me! Also thank you all for your positive reviews! I love logging into my account and finding new reviews waiting for me! Sometimes i think it must be nicer for me as the writer being able to get your reviews then as the reader of the story waiting in anticipation for the next chapter.I find that in most aspects i relate to Brielle in the looks department. Blue eyes, blonde shoulder length hair, wears makeup to cover blemishes, though i am slightly taller than her.

Llamacorn: I know what you mean... Jasper is just sooo.. yummy ;) and agree with you; Brielle shouldn't have run away from him! You'll find out why when you read this chapter. There may be a bit of a cliff hanger at the end of it but it makes it more exciting for the next chapter! I'm so glad my story is giving off a positive vibe which makes you happy:) That's the worst; when you get those bad days for days in a row, and you feel down all the time:( I'm open for chatting if you want! I am uploading this chapter earlier then i thought i would because i want you to be able to feel happy at school, at home, everywhere! 3 Also i think you should definitely write your own finding sky fanfic, i would read every last word of it!

rozawillow03: So glad you like my story so far! I'm a bit unsure about the next chapter as there might be trigger scenes so i will need to put a rating on it! But i really hope your English test went well! I am so behind on all my subjects it's not even funny anymore but every time i go to study i get distracted by every little thing :/ I absolutely love making schedules for myself but i find that i can never stick to them which is a pain.

Guest: Sorry for that! I must've saved it wrong or accidentally deleted the file but you're right and i did post it:) but my computer glitched uugghh! Anyway here is chapter 9! Hope you enjoy:)

DISCLAIMER:

Any characters from the book Finding Sky that are used belong to the amazing Joss Stirling. Any other characters are my own:)

CHAPTER 9

Jasper

I didn't know what to think. She left. Just like that. She ran from me. Her soulfinder. I was more hurt then angry that she hadn't even considered my proposition to go to Wrickenridge and stay with my cousins. Away from the danger that her family put her in. My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out to see that I had a message from Zed. Don't be a jerk. Z. It read. Guess Zed had foreseen the moment only seconds too late.

"Jasper? Where are you? Zed called and told me your girl ran off." Uriel appeared behind me, but I was still processing what had just happened. I couldn't move, even though I just wanted to run after her, my feet were fixed to the floor boards. I called after her, my voice shaky. "What happened?" Uriel asked me with a worried look. Where to start.

"She bolted. By the look on her face I could tell she didn't even need to think twice about leaving me. Before that happened, I got all frustrated with her. I insulted her and her family, I refused to let her go after Ava, I messed up the only chance I had at a future. All because I was afraid for her. Just the thing I would do, huh."

"Oh.." I could tell Uriel was a bit annoyed at the way I had handled the situation, and my soulfinder, but he managed to be sympathetic as well. "I'm sorry, Jasper, but you have to remember that you haven't known each other that long and what you were proposing, it sounded like you wanted her to move in with her. She was probably quite frightened by that." I understood what he was saying but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was taking her side in all of this.

"He's not picking sides, he's being reasonable." Victor walked up in front of me, having heard the last part in my thoughts, and shook some sense into me. "So before you start getting mad at him, remember you have a girlfriend who is in danger now that she has run off."

"What is it with girls and running away from their soulfinders in this family?" Trace emerged from the kitchen and made the sarcastic comment under his breath.

"I'm so telling Sky, Phoenix, and Crystal you said that." Uriel counted off each girl that had in some way distanced themselves from my cousins at some point. That hadn't lasted long though. Trace chuckled and mock shuddered. "Even you wouldn't be so cruel. Who knows what the three of them would do to me by combining their gifts."

"Back to the issue at hand. Jasper's soulfinder.." Victor didn't get to finish his sentence before he realized his mistake as my over enthusiastic mother rushed into the hall at hearing the "S" word.

"Victor!.." I groaned. "Look what you've done." My cousin just looked at me with an amused expression on his face only looking away to watch my other two cousins trying to hold in their laughing at the expense of my mum.

My mum swooped upon me with in a matter of seconds smothering me with kisses and hugs. "MUM! Personal space! Remember what that is?"

"Oh Jasper! I knew it! As soon as I saw her I knew she had to be the one! The way she looked at you, and you at her!" Mum pulled away noticing Brielle's absence. "Where is she dear?"

I cleared my throat and explained to her everything that happened, all the while she clucked at me disapprovingly at the carelessness I had used in my words.

I knew I had been a bit too caught up with the idea that I had discovered my soulfinder therefore coming off a bit demanding from her point of view. All my mistakes were slowly drowning me with fear that I might lose my soulfinder. That fear was enough to shake me back to my senses, making Brielle my number one priority again, over myself. Her happiness before mine, that's what I had to promise her. I had to do something. I had to get her back. "Ok. I've a plan."

Victor's head snapped around to me, hearing what I said, and cocked an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Umm we..well.." I stuttered aware of the fact that everyone's attention was now on me. "Well, Brielle left her truck outside, I have the keys, so she can't have gone far. It's only been half an hour. Victor and Trace you will look for her on foot, Dad you will go with them. Your gift of anticipation will help if she's in trouble. Uriel you and I will take the truck and follow the main road back to her house. I need you with me seeing as she has taken a shine to you, and she won't want to listen to me." Surprisingly everyone nodded as their roles were handed to them and started making preparations, getting rain coats, while Victor tucked a gun into the belt of his jeans.

My mum was the only one without instructions and I knew if I didn't give her a job to do she would insist on coming with Uriel and I in the truck. It was best to keep her at home, I didn't know what danger we might run into with the gunners still out there. "Mum you can prepare a spare bed for Brielle, get blankets to warm her up, and find her some spare clothes." It was raining cats and dogs outside, and I knew that Brielle would have been soaked through within a matter of seconds when it started bucketing down. I grabbed a spare blanket and snatched up the trucks keys. Running out to the truck, I tugged the hood of my coat over my head only just keeping the rain off my face.

Uriel jumped into the passenger seat beside me and I started the engine.

"What a mess I got myself into this time." I sighed, quite miffed with myself. Uriel laughed, keeping the mood light. "Don't worry. It will work out. In the end you still are each others soulfinders and nothing is going to change that. Nothing is stronger then the power of a soulfinder bond." I knew he was just trying to make me feel better, but it was working, and I was grateful to have such an amazing family always by my side helping me with any troubles I got my self into.

Brielle

Why did you have to run off like that. You don't even know the way home. Geesh. I regretted storming off on Jasper like I did, hurt though I was. Stll, I couldn't help it. He scared the bejeebers out of me, and I didn't like it. I felt horrible for leaving him like that, I knew I had hurt him, but now that I was so far, I couldn't turn back. Even if I wanted to. He would never forgive me. That didn't mean I had no feelings for him . Deep down I knew that I liked him, maybe I had even started loving him, and that was the scariest part; loving a stranger.

I trudged along the footpath, shivering from the cold, arms hugging my side. It had started raining about an hour ago, and my clothes were drenched. I was so numb from the cold I couldn't even feel my fingers anymore. Huh so much for sunny America, I mentally kicked myself for not packing a raincoat. So much had happened to me in the last week or so, it occurred to me that I had started making a lot of bad choices when I was usually quite good at thinking ahead, and organizing things. Recently my life had been a jumble of events randomly taking place at the wrong moments.

I halted to a stop as I walked up to a quiet little intersection that I recognized. Forgetting how cold I was by the fact that I now knew where I was I jumped up and let out a whoop of joy, and did a happy dance; which, to my embarrassment, attracted the attention of some late night party goers coming out of a pub that was not far from the intersection. Having no idea what the time was, only knowing that it was very late, I walked up to the group of teenagers, some of them, I noted, that went to my school; far too young to be drinking.

"Excuse me." My voice sounded pathetic even to me. I must have appeared almost desperate, but then again, I was. "Do you have the time on you?"

Now under the shelter of the pub's outside gazebo, I was finally out of the rain since what felt like it had been hours. The girl I asked, whom I didn't know, turned to me smiling. Her face flashed with concern when she saw me fully. "Are you alright, love?" She said in a raspy American accent. I must have looked like a half drowned raccoon, remembering that my mascara wasn't waterproof.

"Oh, yes I'm fine." I swiped at my under eyes at an attempt to remove any stray mascara. "I just need the time, please."

The girl frowned at me then checked her watch. "12:30am."

Damn, it was much later then I expected. I must have been wandering in circles for hours until I got here. I put on a smile that I hoped looked genuine. "Thanks! Bye."

I turned to walk away, pondering why I had not yet seen my parents or brothers driving around looking for me, when a grimy hand grasped the sleeve of my jumper clumsily. "Brielle? What are you doing out this late, babe?" I gasped at hearing the voice. To my utter horror I turned to be face to face with Pete. Ok mild exaggeration, I was about a foot shorter then him. I could tell he was drunk by the way his words were slurred. It made me feel even more scared; knowing very well what drunk guys could be like, especially guys like the one standing in front of me.

"I have to go." I tried shaking off his grip but he just grabbed me with both hands instead and pulled me so that my back was to his chest.

"Let go off me you jerk!" I aimed to kick at his shin but missed, my foot landing awkwardly. Ouch, that hurt. I tried gaining the attention of the girl I had just been talking with or anyone from inside the pub window, but there was no one to be seen.

"Tut, tut. Can't have you making a scene, now can we love?" He plastered a sticky palm that smelt of beer over my mouth and dragged me along to his car. I did everything I could to try get away, managing to connect my elbow with his...well let's just say it must have been painful. He let a satisfying 'oof', but the bastard didn't let go- instead retaliated by pulling my arms swiftly behind my back making it beyond the bounds of possibility for me to move without one of them breaking. He moved his grip over my mouth ever so slightly, trying to get me under control; that gave me enough time to bite down hard on his hand.

"Yeeeooww. You bitch!" He yelped shaking his hand violently to try and stop the pain, letting go of me. I had drawn blood when I bit him.

I let out a scream as loud as I could but it was quickly stifled when the back of a colossal hand collided with my cheek knocking me so hard my body crashed to the ground. My head pounded, screaming it's protest at the jolting connection with the concrete pavement. I scrambled up, ignoring the pain that was lancing through my whole body. For a second I wondered how no one could hear me screaming or see the kerfuffle going on. We were only a few meters away from the pub and in clear view of the window. I looked up to see all the lights off in the pub. It had closed. All my hopes of being safeguarded withered into the night.

Just as I started losing hope of getting any help, I heard a familiar engine being revved in the distance, and my truck roared around the intersection with Jaspar manning the wheel and Uriel shouting directions. I had more expected a stampede of elephants to come to my rescue at this moment then see my soulfinder, but I was beyond glad that he had decided coming after me was worth his while, making me rethink the whole 'leave-my-soulfinder-and-live-a-calm-life-on-my-own' agenda that I came up with earlier. A sigh of relief escaped my lips with a shudder at seeing my soulfinder again. Before I could wave my arms around and yell to gain Uri's attention, a cold round object was pressed against my temples. There was a click. A gun. Oh God, oh God. Pete was going to blow my brains out.

"Shout for your boyfriend then aye, and you'll get a bullet in your head." He seethed. "I'm not pleased at all that Jasper has taken to you. He knew I wanted you. The things I could do to you that would make him sorry he ever crossed me." This whole 'attack-Brielle' thing had been a decision made out of jealousy.

I stood as still as I could aware that with one flick of his fingers, Pete could take my life just like that.

My life flashed before my eyes.

Huh.

Sounds cliché, doesn't it, but it did.

Every moment I could remember came to me in one big flashback, like dreaming the same dream you had the night before, but the details clearer. I had found my soulfinder. Even though all this savant stuff didn't make much sense in my head, I knew this for a fact, and that's when I realized that I loved him. I loved Jasper. Everything he was, the way he talked, the way his lips curled when he said my name leaving a trail of fairydust behind. I knew that I would love him til the day I died, and if I was reading my current predicament right, that could be very soon.

Help.. I let out a telepathic whimper not really aimed at anyone in particular; I just hoped someone would hear it, but it fizzled out hitting a mental barrier. A savant made one.

Jasper

I caught sight of Brielle the same moment she was shoved into the boot of a car, a gun pointing at her head. Pete. That son of a...gun.

"URIEL!" I shouted, even though I knew there was nothing he could do. We were too far away. I put my foot down on the accelerator and drove as fast as the truck allowed, only seconds too late to be able to get out and save her.

"Jasper! You have to slow down! You're going to get us killed!" Uriel tugged on the hand break as a car I hadn't seen pulled out of the intersection in front of us. "Get. Out." I'd never heard Uriel come across so steely before; I didn't dare not listen to him. I jumped out of the car and ran around to the passenger side as Uri climbed over to the steering wheel.

"Call Victor. It's a code red. We need him and Trace to get in a car and head them off so we can catch them before they get too far ahead. They are heading up Main Street. If Victor can get in front of them before the highway, we stand a good chance of getting to Brielle first." Uri floored the accelerator going fast enough to have the retreating vehicle in our sight, but not so that we got a speeding ticket.

I was furious. Writhing with anger, I tugged the cell out of my jacket pocket and made the call to Victor, adding in a couple more words that are really not appropriate to be put in writing.

"I know you're upset Jasper, but you need to keep a clear head. Take a couple of breaths. If you want to save Brielle you need to pull yourself together.." Uriel was trying to get me to think straight, but this time it didn't work.

Dad's voice shot into my head like a dart, "Jasper, you need to calm down. Your emotions are blowing off the Richter Scale. You're going to make things worse if you don't keep yourself and your gift under control."

"NO, NO, NO! THIS CAN"T BE HAPPENING!" I punched the dash board with my hand, a sharp pain shot up my arm, but I wasn't bothered enough to register it; I was annoyed that my fear for Brielle had blinded me to her feelings, to my feelings, annoyed that now because of my idiot actions Pete now had Brielle in his possession and if he got what he wanted, and got away from us...I couldn't even begin to imagine what he would do to her.