A/N: Again, this chapter seems to be random. Well, at least to me. My friend and I worked out sort of a deal involving both of our fan-fics, so I might feature her in a couple of chapters (you know who you are). But besides that, the next chapter should be up next Wednesday, and please review! Thanks!Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of it's character.


Chapter 9

BPOV

I screamed, and James threw her off me. She hit a tree, but sprung back up.

"Don't fucking touch her," James growled at Victoria.

"Then don't fucking touch me," Victoria shouted back. She tried to reach me again, but James had taken a protective stance in front of me. I was all but paralyzed with fear. James took a step forward, closer to Victoria, and I realized his intentions. But she could kill him first...

"James, no," I reached for him, and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back. I didn't succeed, and he shook my hand off. "James, please don't. please." I was near to begging, and my hands were latched around his arm again. He yanked out of my grip, and pounced at Victoria, who had stepped to the side. I screamed, and attempted to stop him, but got slammed back by James, who, by then, had Victoria pressed into a tree, face first, twisting her arm behind her back to hold her there.

"Damn it, James, don't kill me! I know that you fucked her, but you still love me," Victoria pleaded, which caused James just to shove her harder into the tree. "James, don't hurt me. You know you won't be able to live with yourself if you did."

"Shut the fuck up, Victoria. You know you're lying. After all, you were the one who notified me that I had fallen for Bella. You. Do. Not. Get. To. Touch. Her," James emphasized, and at the end, let Victoria fall to the ground, but kicked her in the stomach, where she had curled up. James walked over to me, roughly grabbed my arm, and started walking, dragging me behind him. Once Victoria was out of view, he sped up, running, then nearly sprinting at vampire speed, with me still following behind.

"James, can you either slow down, or fucking let go of me?"

He released the grip on my upper arm, causing me to tumble, but didn't slow down. I had to use all of my vampire strength to keep up. "James, slow down!" he stopped abruptly, and I nearly tripped over him. "What the hell was that for?" I exclaimed.

"What was what for?"

Was he playing dumb or something?

"You tanking me around while you run at top speed!"

"Oh. That. I wanted to get away from Victoria." Her name was a snarl.

"Ok, but did you have to do it so roughly? I appreciate the thought, but ow!" I rubbed my arm to prove my point.

"I'm sorry." James sarcastically rolled his eyes. "Would you like some ice for that bruise? Or did you forget that you're a vampire, and don't mark up anymore?" I was shocked. I had never seen his act like this before. Did Victoria bring out this side of him?

"James, i...can we go back to where we were before we were interrupted?"

"You mean when you were contemplating whether you loved me or not? Yeah, sure, I would love to go back there." He was still acting like an asshole.

"What's your fucking problem? Why are you acting like this? Does Victoria do this to you, or is it me? Because if it's my fault, you know that I am wanted elsewhere." I threatened.

"You know I really don't care, right?"

"Of course you care." I was sure of it.

"You bitch. I really don't give a damn." His insult stung me. I mean, I thought he could actually care about me.

"But, the...I...you..." I sputtered.

"But 'what'?"

"But what happened to...before?" I knew I wouldn't be able to say it out loud.

"Oh, you mean when I fucked you and 'loved' you?" he paused, obviously waiting for a verbal answer.

"Yes, that's what I mean." My voice was hardly a whisper.

"And you want to know what 'happened' to it?"

"Yes."

"Nothing happened to it. It did take place, but the 'love' was never there."

I was shocked. I thought for sure he truly loved me, and now he was denying it?

"Did you have to contradict it when I was so close to deciding? I was going to say something before Victoria interrupted."

"And what exactly was that?"

"I...I..."

"Let me guess: you don't remember?"

"No, I was going to state that before we got interrupted, I planned to say 'I don't know'."

"God, you suck, Bella. Can't you come up with anything better?"

"You...you..."

"Need some help with the insults?" James was smirking.

"You...bastard. asshole. Jackass. Bitch. That good enough for you?"

"Really, that's all you've got?" he was completely edging me on, and it worked. I really needed to hurt him. I raised my hand, and started to slap him across the face, but he grabbed my wrist halfway there. I growled in frustration. He released my arm, only to slap me. I hissed.

"Don't you ever even think of trying to injure me again. It will only rebound back to you. I would win in a fight between us, remember that." James snarled.

"I could say the same about you."

"Except that you couldn't kick my ass."

"Don't be so sure about that."

"Do you actually want to test out that theory?"

"Not particularly." I looked down sheepishly. James' voice softened as he put his hand on my cheek to tilt my head up.

"Bella," he said sweetly, "I could so kick your ass," he chuckled. I got pissed quickly, and shoved him back into a tree. James grabbed my arm, and threw me to the ground. He stared down at me, towering over me. "That was a really idiotic thing to do."

I tried to spring back up, but James was suddenly on top of me, holding me down with his body. One hand was griping my arms above my hand, and the other one was twisted in my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to look at him. I growled, and tried to break his grip, but couldn't.

"If you let go of me, I'll leave, and you'll never have to see me again," I whispered.

"Not going to happened."

"James, why are you acting like this? Please, tell me. I-I won't hate you for it, I promise."

Something in his eyes changed. I couldn't tell what it was, but they seemed to...lose at least a little bit of tension, slightly becoming less hard. Like...dare I say, Edward's. James sprung up from me. He reached his hand out to me, to pull me up. I glared at it.

"Bella, I wanted to see if you could love me, and stay with me through...different circumstances."

"So that's what all of this is about?" I tried to slap him again, but he just smiled, and pinned my wrists to my sides with his hands. "All of what you did was...a test? All you did was for nothing?" I shouted.

"Not nothing, Bella."

"Then what? Just to see if I would stay with you?"

"Yeah, basically."

"You made it seem like I was nothing."

"You're not. I was lying. That was all lies. You're everything to me."

"James, I... I... you changed me."

"Way to state the obvious, Bella. But seriously, what about it?"

"It's just that...i guess I should be mad at you, because I thought I wanted Edward to change me. Like that mattered now," I shrugged.

"And you're not mad at me?"

"Nope. I'm fine with it."

"Ok, good then." He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He pressed his lips to mine, in a sweet but passionate kiss. He didn't feel the need to progress it, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself up. One of his hands traveled up my back, over my shirt, to twist it's self in my hair. His tongue pushed my mouth open, and used that to his advantage. Using the one hand still on my waist, he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled back from me, only to yank my shirt off.

"James...please try not to kill any of my clothes. That's all I have."

"Well, then, I guess we have to go shopping." He started to kiss me again, but I leaned back.

"You have money?" I was shocked.

"No."

"Then how...?" I questioned. He raised an eyebrow. Oh. "You mean stealing the stuff."

"Yeah. Duh." He pressed his lips back to mine, silently ending the conversation. I pulled on his shirt, trying to get it off. After succeeding, he spun around, to press me into a tree. He shoved my hips away from him, only to slip his hand to my jean buttons, and then slid down lower. And then into me. I gasped, and shifted my hips further into his hand. I removed my lips from his, and pressed then to his neck, licking my way down. He unwrapped my legs from around his waist, to slip off the rest of my clothes. He set me down, and stepped away from me. His eyes raked up and down my body. I shuddered; his eyes were completely filled with lust and love. I threw myself into his arms. He had removed all of his clothes, and gripped my hips with one hand, and shoved himself into me. I moaned. He started thrusting in and out of me. I tightened my arms and legs around him to hold myself closer to him.

"James...oh, God!" I nearly shouted. He pressed his lips back to mine for a second, then to my neck, tongue darting out. My chest arched into his, and he moved a hand to my breast, squeezing.

"Oh, fuck, James!" I screamed with my release. James came soon after me. I still didn't' untangle myself from him, taking in a new, different feeling.

"James, I...I think I love you."