I'm so so so sorry guys! Really! I hope you enjoy this new chap! (please, don't murder me!)
Chapter 8: Scared
-JB-
Bella POV
So, here we are. Truth's out and I can't even begin to process it properly. I mean, it's crazy, knowing that there are mythical creatures roaming the world, while humans stay completely unaware. Of course, the reasons were obvious. Chaos and fear were expected if they indeed found out, so the revealing was out of the question. Now all I had to do was order my thoughts on this. I was actually OK with everything, except for one thing, and it had a name: Jasper Whitlock.
I couldn't figure him out, or what I felt about him. Having his image forever burnt in my memory. Not like he is now, but with dazzling crimson eyes. I hadn't told him yet about it, and was afraid to find out if he remembered me, or it was just another moment in his long life. It wasn't for me, and I was scared that he wouldn't have the same feelings about it. It had made something in me change, even at that young age. Now all I had to do, was find out. But, how? We had had almost no contact, so how would I approach him about it? Fear ran through my veins. I didn't want to be disappointed, but I wanted to find out.
I went home and decided to relax for a bit.
Jasper POV
I just seemed to be unable to take her out of my mind. Ever since I saw her almost fifteen years ago, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She looked angelical then, and she did now too. But the memories…
I had just seen her, and I ran. I ran as fast and far as I could. I found myself entering Texas, and I decided to visit my oldest friends, my brother and sister. Peter and Charlotte.
They knew me like no one else, and I needed them right now. My reaction to that little girl wasn't something I'd felt before, and I was in pain with all the doubts going through my head at the time. I needed someone to explain this hollow feeling in my chest, growing worse every mile. They were the only ones I trusted, so I hurried up, and finally arrived at their house.
They received me with their arms opened. Charlotte had a worried look on her face as I told them about my encounter. I explained the look at the little girl's face as she saw me, how I felt like if I should stay right by her side, how I could swear I felt my heart beating for just that moment that our eyes met. I put my head in my hands. "I just don't know what to make of this" I said, projecting my feelings of confusion, fear and sorrow. They looked at each other and then at me. The look on their faces, one of pity. Peter spoke up then "I'm really sorry, Major. But we can't help you with this. You have to figure it out on your own, if not, things will be worse than now", he finished, looking extremely full of sorrow. I could feel it too, mixed with truthfulness. I knew he was saying the truth, but it hurt. I didn't know what was happening.
A few days later, Charlotte left for town to get us some new clothes, and suddenly I felt Peter's desperate emotions over her leaving. And I understood, some light came on in my head, and I realized that somehow, this little girl, was my mate. "So, you know now" Peter said, looking at me. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, Major. But it had to be this way". I knew he was right, I probably wouldn't have believed them if they had told me. But this feeling in my chest, was the pull, lulling me to go to her to stop the pain. I needed to be close, closer. I didn't even think it, and ran all the way back. I sniffed the air to find her scent, and when I caught it, followed it, and I found myself sitting on a tree, near her window. I couldn't leave.
A few years later, she went on vacations to the north, and while following her, I found myself inside a diner. I wasn't paying attention, and a petite woman, a vampire, approached me.
"You've kept me waiting" She said.
"I'm sorry ma'am" I answered back.
That day she told me about the future, MY future, and how it should play out for me to have my happy ending with my brown eyed angel. She told me about Forks, and how she would meet me there. How I could feed from animals, and my golden eyes wouldn't inflict terror like the red ones, all of this while living with a coven whose leader was someone called Carlisle Cullen. That day, she took my hand and led me away from my Mate, just so I could find her again later, for my pleasure… and hers too.
I decided to go and pay her a visit. Not like before, but upfront. I had to see her. But first, I had to hunt. A glance at Alice and a nod told me it would be OK.
"Pete, Char, mind on a hunt?"
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Bella POV
I really was finding it difficult to get a grasp on reality right now. Even though I put on my I-don't-care face, everything came crashing down that night. I felt scared, elated, mournful, confused, and happy, all at the same time. My head was spinning, and I couldn't for the life of me reel in my emotions. I decided to email my mom, telling her about school, meeting the Cullens and everything I could tell her, without spilling the beans about the mythical world. After all that, I decided to take a long bath.
I stripped off all my clothes in the bathroom, and started filling the tub. I added my favorite scented oils (strawberry and freesias) along with some bubbles to the bath and stepped in, immediately relaxing into the warm water. I put some music on my iPod and started humming to "Dream a Little Dream of Me". Nobody knew it, but I was a closet fan of Glee. Buying everything that came up on iTunes whenever it was released. After rinsing myself, and applying moisturizer to my still-warm skin, I changed into my pajamas and went to bed. I put my laptop on my thighs and started typing my essay for American History. We really needed to have it done by Friday, so I thought I should get it started already. It would be a shame if, after everything I learned, I wouldn't fail the class because I met the soldier in question. After writing everything I could remember from our drafts, I emailed it to Alice, to proof-read. I thought maybe Jasper could correct it, if there were any mistakes.
When that line of thought came into my mind, I wondered about Jasper. He was ruggedly handsome, and I was attracted to him, that was for sure. He made me feel something else that I couldn't pinpoint, but I knew there was something there, below the surface. I wanted to get to know him better. Not five minutes later, I got a response from Alice, saying that she really liked it, and that Jasper said it was pretty good, too. I asked her for his number. Right away she texted it to me. I was doubtful about writing to him, when another text came in from Alice: JUST DO IT ALREADY, WOMAN! I laughed and decided to do it. "VERY GOOD, BROWNIE!" came in afterwards. She had taken to calling me that, after I said that their house smelled like a fresh batch of brownies.
Hello, Major. What's up? –B.
Hello there, Darlin'. Just going out for a hunt, you? – J.
Writing the essay about you. Where are Pete and Char? – B.
Here, with me. They said "hi". – J.
Oh, say "hi" back. Mind if we talk later? I kind of need to ask you something. – B.
Yeah, I'll come by afterwards, if that's OK? – J.
Yup, sure. Come in, the door's unlocked. –B.
That's a dangerous thing to do in this town, Swan. – J.
Well, there's always a knight in shining armor to save me ;) –B.
You might just be right on that, Darlin' –J.
I was nervous, I don't know why, but I started organizing my room, leaving it spotless. When he came up an hour later, I was on the verge of panicking. He entered my room, looking around everywhere, and then his eyes fixed on me. He stared me up and down, appreciatively (I hope), and it was then I realized I was wearing what I normally slept in: just a fitted tank and sweatpants. I blushed, and looked down to my bare but red-painted toes. When he said nothing, I slowly lifted my eyes and was startled by his handsomeness. He had a more dangerous look than the others, maybe with the exception of Peter and Charlotte, but he was beautiful nonetheless. I could feel myself getting worked up, and tried to calm myself, until he talked in that low twang, and it was then knew he had me.
"Now, why would you try to hide your feelings from me, Darlin?" He asked, getting closer. I could smell his scent, and I swear I believed my panties would be ruined. I knew he was dangerous, but right then, I didn't care.
"It's just… I know you can feel them, and it's kind of embarrassing" I answered. As he came closer, his scent hit me like a Mack truck. I wanted this man, and he could feel it. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Darlin', I like you just the same" He said, and I was filled with an amount of lust I've never felt before. He was projecting, I knew it. And it felt sooo good. He was right in front of me, his face inches away from mine, and I got the urge to just let myself go and kiss him, to allow him possess me. I wanted him to take me. I didn't know where that came from, but I wouldn't back down. If he wanted me, and I wanted him back then to hell with it. I'd put my cards on the table once again.
"Mmmmhm, Whitlock. I like your gift. What do you feel from me right now" I asked, in what I hoped was my most sultry voice.
"Tons of lust, Darlin'. But my momma raised me right, and even if I really, REALLY, want to act on it, I wouldn't be the gentleman I am, if I did." He said, smirking. I was frustrated, but I understood. Even though I could feel and, mostly, see his excitement, he wanted to "woo" me, as he implied.
"Bring it on, Whitlock, I'll be expecting it" I answered, smirking back. It was ON.
-JB-
Cliff, I know, don't hate me! Next chapter we're going to be witnesses of their first date… now what could it be? *laughs like a maniac* Love you guys!
Issis.
