I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING (Books, Characters)
- Stephanie Meyer owns them)!
Rated T for mild swearing
Readers: Thank you for being patient with my irregular posting and the Jasper and Bella romance is coming up.
Previously:
"Rosalie, we all know that that's not the truth. You guys wouldn't come back here to save my life, so why would you come to visit? And, again, don't call me 'Bella'."
That threw them for a minute. I saw the question running through their minds almost as clearly as if I could hear them: What did she mean about saving her life?
"What are you talking about, when did you need your life saved?" Alice asked slowly.
"You mean besides all the times that you guys had to fight other vamps?" I asked, "And shouldn't you know this Mrs. Clairvoyant?" she winced. "What?"
"Miss. Clairvoyant, now."
"When did that happen," I was so not expecting that. Wait, that meant that Jasper was a single man now…I stopped that train of thought in its tracks. Hadn't I learned the first time? Me + Vampires = Disaster. End of story.
Alice and Jasper exchanged a glance, "Awhile ago."
"Why would you two spilt," I was genuinely curious, "Don't vamps mates for eternity?" they had been such a cute couple too. I would miss…No. Stop thinking those thoughts.
"Something…came up," she said. Jasper nodded. I stared at them. They broke up their marriage because something came up? What the hell was more important than your relationship?
Currently:
After we got through the whole thing about Alice and Jasper being separated, we moved on to the "more important" matters. Why was I so skinny? Was I eating all right? What was my job? Was I seeing anyone? How was everyone here? How was my family? What was the situation with the Wolves? And my favorite: When were you needing your life saved, besides when we were here? To which the answers were the following: I was eating. I ate better and exercised more. I work for the State of Washington Police, specifically the paranormal cases or, as the normal people called the cases, cold cases. Don't have time for a relationship. Gossipmongers as usual. Mom was dead and Charlie was still Chief of Police. I am part of The Pack and the treaty has been dissolved. And finally, new covens and nomads came here and I nearly died a few times.
"More vampires, Bella? You really draw us in don't you," of course Emmett would laugh. I almost found myself laughing with him even. He just had that kind of atmosphere around him. A happy cuddly atmosphere. A small smile quirked my lips; I didn't to bother hide the smile, I even let a small bit of my emotions leak out.
"I guess I do, but it's more my blood and my mind then my sparkling personality," I said dryly.
"We like your personality, you're interesting. For a human," Emmett chuckled.
"Yes, I'm positively, amazingly, extraordinarily interesting. That must be why I'm always being attacked by random creatures. They must be trying to tap the awesomeness that is my mind and drink from the wine that is my blood from my heavenly body." I said sarcastically. I couldn't help it; it was part of my nature to be sarcastic and sometimes openly hostile, they didn't get use to it then to bad for them; they're in for a rude awakening.
"Why did you say the truth sarcastically, Be-Isabella," Jasper asked me. I started. I think that that was the first time he talked to me since last night.
"It's a lie and I've known it for a long time, don't try to tell me an obvious lie is the truth."
"You are interesting. You don't blather on about little things, you look at things in a different perspective and it makes the world look like a fascinating place through your eyes. Yes, your blood smells great, but it's not the only reason we're attracted to you. And yes, you do have an amazing body," I could feel my jaw go slack at that. He pretty much never talked to me and here he was spewing compliments. I thought that had no place in my mind streamed through: Since when has he noticed my body?
He must have felt my 'shield' slip and a spike of surprise and, dare I admit it, lust. I don't think he understood exactly where it was directed; a hint of confusion. Sadly he then understood the direction of my thoughts; his eyes lost the confusion and a playful vibe danced around him. A slow, small smirk graced his lips and his eyes held a twinkle that told me that mischief was running through his mind. I adverted my eyes that were unconsciously slipping to his mouth, and repeated in my mind, 'Can't touch, don't think about. Can't touch, don't think about. Can't touch, don't think about…unless the object of lust is a sexy cowboy. CAN'T TOUCH, DON'T THINK ABOUT'. I swear I had another emotion spike, Jasper's smirk kept growing more and more pronounced; that stupid, little smirk. Why did he have to have the ability to read my every emotion? Why couldn't he be like Edward, in a sense? He just had to have a power that both worked on me and embarrassed me. A silent laugh shook his body as my face took on its all too familiar blush. I threw my 'shield' back up in hopes that I could keep him out of my head and heart.
"Something wrong Isabella?" he asked; directing all attention on me.
"No, why do you ask?"
"Your emotions are spiking like crazy, are you sure you're feeling alright?"
The others looked at me in concern. I can't help it, but those looks brought out a quality in me that I couldn't hold back: defensiveness. I could take care of myself, and others. I don't need ANYONE to worry about me. Why should the people that left me give a damn about how I am? If they really cared at all they would have either never left in the first place or stayed out of my life after they left. It wasn't good for my heart to have to suffer the things that these people put me through. They didn't even really care I bet. They just put up a front of caring so they could worm their way back into my life and get their kicks as they watch me suffer as they left. Again. I could feel my emotions pulsating throughout my being and I had to work to keep my emotional 'shield' in place. I took in a deep breath.
"I feel great, Jasper. You really shouldn't worry about me," I let the icy chill of my hatred and anger leak through. He stared at me in surprise, but all I could think about that was, 'did he honestly think that a short time of agreeableness was going to have me leaping into their arms? I never took him as an idiot, but if he had believed that I was going to have to reconsider.'
"Why are you so cold to us, Bella," they all questioned with their faces, but only Rosalie had the backbone to actually voice it.
"Can you honestly ask me that," I stared at her in a shocked, questioning silence. I let off a humorless laugh and watched as they flinched under my hard, unforgiving look. "I thought that it was rather clear why I would hold an…what would be the appropriate word…ah…aversion towards all of you." I looked at their faces one by one, "No? Well, I guess it's just not as clear as I thought it was. Let's start off with the most basic one: Edward. He lied to me at every word, every promise." They looked like they were about to object so I held up a hand and glared at them. "He swore he loved me, but he left me for another. He swore he would never leave me, but he left me twice. He swore that it would be as if he never existed, but I ached for him for years before I finally realized the pointlessness of wanting back what I never had in the first place."
"As for the rest of you, I thought I made it plenty clear about why I hold my aversion to you all." They looked more and more depressed as I stared hard at them. "What? Can't think of any reason why I should have a grudge against you guys?"
"How about the fact that you guys pretended to care about me for your demented little game? How about the fact that you all said you thought of me as family but left me so easily? How about the fact that you never gave me any kind of explanation?" I paused for a moment. "What about the fact that you all never bothered to say goodbye?" I whispered. I hated how my voice sounded so broken, but I couldn't stop it from sounding that way. I hated that I felt the hot tears fill my eyes and run down my cheek. It had been years since I last cried and it felt so wrong letting them see my tears; I whipped around and ran out the door.
I barely registered anything as I ran; nothing except that the moon was up and the stars were shining: we'd been talking all day. I ran and ran until my house was out of site. I ran until the trees surrounded me and I heard the steady flow of the waterfall gushing into the lake and didn't stop until I was standing in front of the mirror like water. I'd always loved this place, always beautiful and in constant change. It was one of the few constants in my life. If I were to close my eyes, I could still tell you every little detail about this place. The whispered melody of the birds is the music that the fireflies dance to. The wind blows the branches of the weeping willows and I can hear a soft whistle as it passes through the leaves. The grass is always green, seemingly never affected by the seasons. After a rain, the grass is crowned by dew drops; to me they look like little lights, when the moon hits them right. Sand surrounds the lake looking so white, almost as white as snow. Moonlight reflects on the lake like a mirror; undisturbed by the waterfalls current. The water is a blue so clear that it is almost as if it were glass.
I closed my eyes and listened, sinking down onto the sand. I felt the tears still coursing down my face and I didn't wipe them away, it had been so long since I had let myself cry.
I heard the footsteps as whoever it was came closer. They didn't even bother trying to be silent; it was a bit odd considering their kind was known for their swift and silent movements.
"What do you want," I internally congratulated myself on keeping my voice from quavering.
"Bella, know that you're crying." A spark of surprise jolted me before I recognized who I was talking to. "I'm an empathy remember, there's no use trying to hide your emotions from me."
"Just leave me alone, Jasper. I don't want to deal with this now. Actually, I don't want to deal with this at all, but defiantly not now," I whispered. I tried to stop the tears, I tried to stop the ach in my heart; I just couldn't seem to stop either. I'm not quite sure what I was expecting to happen next, but what did happen was the one thing that never crossed my mind.
Jasper, out of nowhere, ran right at me in one of those silent darts that only vampires can accomplish, and grabbed me from behind. Before I could even start to understand what was happening, his arms were wrapped around my torso; pinning my arms to my side, and me to his rock hard body.
Bad me…. I left you at this cliffy.
Cruel and unusual punishment: Jasper finally makes a move and I cut it off- SORRY!
Besides the fact I left it as a cliffy…..how was this chapter? Awesome? Good? Ok? Bad? OMG- I- WANT- TO- DESTROY- THIS- FANFICTION- IT'S- SO- BAD- bad?
