A/N: Well anyways, I've finished up the first unit of my CALM. Thanks for the feedback on the last chapter, I really appreciate it all. As for this story, if I can do precisely what I did with chapter seven then there's the definite chance that I'll be able to finish this before Breaking Dawn comes out; which has always been my goal. I'm just really ecstatic because I'm getting to the parts that I've been aching to write ever since I started writing this. Other then that, I'm involved with this little side-project with two of my friends; we've created our on division for Bleach, and I'm in charge of writing the scripts. If you want, you can find what I've done so far in regards to those scripts on my DA account, I'll put up a link to it in my profile.
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Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters are the property of Stephanie Meyer, and not me. I am only borrowing them for this and make no attempt to claim them as my own (even though I really wish they were mine). The ideas and the plot (semi-so), do belong to me however.
Chapter 8: Colors of the Heart
Sunday was a bright sunny day, just like Saturday had been. It didn't reflect my mood well-enough as I finally hauled myself out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud. I looked out the window from my position on the floor and just stared out the window for several long moments not really focused on it, but it was something to look at.
Honestly though, I wasn't too sure of how I felt at the time.
When I finally pulled myself together enough to stand up, I peeked out the window, not surprised to find that Esme's cruiser wasn't there; I vaguely remembered she'd mentioned something last night at dinner that she was going to be spending the day in Port Angeles with her new girlfriend. I was happy for her, at least she didn't have anything to regret about her relationship. There was a lot that I had to regret about my love life.
Eventually, I decided to check my email, I'd been neglecting it for the past few days. I found a few emails from Emmett, and one from Carlisle. I clicked on the one from my dad.
'Jasper, it's gotten a little messier around here without you, but it's nothing that I can't handle. I still haven't had any luck with the women, but that's not why I'm writing. How are you doing in Forks? Have you settled in? Made any new friends? Have you found that special someone yet? You've always seemed like you might need someone to look after you, you've always seemed a little... fragile, like you need looking after. Email me back as soon as you can.'
I sighed as I read the email, I didn't really know how to word this; telling my father that I was most likely gay and already head over heels in love with someone. I didn't know how to word the email, so I just went with something simple.
'I'm doing fine, dad, and that's disappointing with your lack of luck in that department, but I wouldn't worry too much. Forks is fine, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. School's fine, if not a little borrowing, and I've made a few friends since I've got here, but I don't think that most of them are really lasting friendships. As for that special person... I think I've found them. I'm just waiting on them, I don't know if they feel the same way.'
With that done, I moved onto the emails from Emmett. The first one was a direct response to the email I'd sent admitting about my crush on Edward. My cheeks were bright red as I read it, I was horribly embarrassed, even though this was just private between me and my cousin. It didn't change my embarrassment.
'You serious?! You actually have a crush on this guy?! Wow, he must REALLY be something to have caught your eye. Ya got any photos of this guy? I gotta check him out, make sure that he's right for you; I won't have any guys taking advantage of my little cousin! I looked after you when we were kids, I'll keep looking after you now best I can. So is he nice? I have a semester break at some point, I'll try to come down so I can meet this guy, always better to meet in person and then judge.
'Holy... you mean he managed to tackle you before a car hit you?! Wow, he must be something then. Well, I hope you're happy at least, and you really are okay?'
The other emails from him were just him bugging me about why I hadn't responded. I groaned, Emmett was overprotective, he always had been; that's just how he is. When were little, we grew up together, he protected me from all the bullies and other kids who'd pick on me. This was pretty much why I got the entire 'fragile' thing from Esme and Carlisle; I wasn't great at defending myself and it was just because of my appearance overall. I had delicate features, as Esme had put it once, and could quite possibly be mistaken for a girl. That was mortifying.
'I'm more than serious, Emmett. This has gotten beyond just a simple crush... Emmett, I'm in love with him. I don't know if he feels the same way, but I think that it's a distinct possibility that he does too; I mean, I've sort of got a date with him next Saturday. We're not going to the dance, I know that much, he did offer to drive me out to Seattle, but I'm not so sure on that. But I'll tell you about it once I'm sure, okay?'
With my email checked and done, I went downstairs to get some breakfast. I took my time, slowly chew each bite of cereal and not focusing on anything other then what I was eating. Once I was finished, I washed and dried the bowl and spoon, and put them away before I went back upstairs; I couldn't put this off any longer. Opening my internet, I headed straight for Google, typing in single word to search for.
Vampire.
My heart thudded in my chest as the results loaded. There was a lot of stuff to search through; a Wikipedia entry on the subject, a vampire name generator. There were a few promising sites, I clicked on the first one that was simply titled 'vampire'.
'A vampire is a mythical creature who overcomes death by sucking the blood from living humans. The most common variation of the myth portrays the vampire as a dead person who rises from the grave at night to seek his victim from the realm of the sleeping.'
It opened along those lines, I read through the article, but it didn't really give me any details on what I was looking for. I found another, much more promising article entitled VAMPIRES IN MYTH AND HISTORY. Reading through that, I realized that I wasn't going to find out a lot from these sites; they were all only dedicated to the myths of vampires. And besides that, hardly any of them lined up with the things that I'd noticed about Edward and his family. His cold skin, his eyes which seemed to change colors, the speed, and strength; but above all, the quirk he had that allowed him to seem to be able to know precisely what other people were thinking. It was unnerving almost.
So much better then my empathy. Which, by the way, is extremely hard to block out at times; especially if the emotions are very strong.
I closed out of the sites, turning the computer off. I threw myself onto my bed, but there was a restlessness in me that wasn't quelled. I gave up on that, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, grabbed my favorite hoodie, and shoes and stormed out of the house; slamming the door behind me.
Standing outside in the wind and sun, I just stood in the backyard for several extremely long minutes, just letting everything soak into me. There were a number of things with which were swirling around in my mind in a twisted tornado that wouldn't stop until I'd put everything into its place.
First off, I was in love with Edward Swan.
That was fine, I'd accepted that a long time ago.
Edward Swan was, more or less, a vampire.
Surprisingly, that didn't scare me as much as it should've. I should be terrified, I shouldn't care about him the way that I did; in fact, I should be putting as much distance between myself and him as possible. He wanted my blood, thirsted for it, of that I was certain; yet, I didn't care that he could kill me so easily if he was overcome by that urge. Still, I couldn't find it in myself to be scared. The only thought was that if I was going to die, I'd rather it be by his hand instead of anyone else's. That settled it.
I was in love with Edward Swan, a vampire.
Which didn't change anything, I would continue doing what I was doing, even if it killed me. Because the alternative, to me, was so much worse; my heart and mind shied away from the pain that I knew separating myself from him would cause.
Because cutting him out of my life would mean gouging out my own heart with a dull knife. I couldn't deal with the pain.
This made my problem easy, it was something that I could easily live with. I was going to just continue, if Edward did care about me like I did for him, then I'd stay with him. I'd stay with him till the end of time if he allowed me too. I wasn't going to back away just because of what he was; he hadn't harmed me yet and he'd had plenty of chances to do so, I didn't think he was all that dangerous. Maybe it was how I felt that made me blind to the monster that he could be.
Even if he was a murderer, I'd still love him.
I was in so deep now that it wasn't funny. Edward really is a poison to me.
My very own personal poison.
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The next day was hard for a number of reasons. For one thing, I was avoiding Mike like the plague, and for another, Jessica wouldn't leave me alone about why I'd stormed off in such a hurry on Saturday.
"It's nothing, I just wanted a little alone time." She didn't believe me, of course. Luckily, though, she let the subject drop; I think it had something to do with Angela being there and how she just shook her head at Jessica when she looked like she wanted to press for more details. I realized that Jessica just wanted juicy details to spread along the grapevine, she was a real gossiper. It was something that I didn't care a lot for; I hate gossip, and I hate being the center of any rumors that might be spread.
She dropped the subject, but then started asking about tomorrow, "You're still coming with us to Port Angeles, right?"
I sighed, "I said I'd go, so I'll go."
"Alright, well, I'll follow you home after school tomorrow and then we can pick up Angela and head out. That way we won't be out too late, we'll grab dinner in Port Angeles too. After the shopping of course, but I don't think you'd really want to hang around while we shop for dresses so maybe you could find a book store or something while we do that and then we could meet back up later?"
"Sure, that sounds fine..." I'd just noticed a familiar head of blond spikes bobbing over the crowd coming towards us. I made up a hasty excuse to Jessica about not wanting to be late for my first class, and I shot out of there like a bat out of hell. There was no way that I could face Mike when he'd done... I didn't want to think about that. I had to set that right, I didn't want to have to keep remembering that as being my first kiss, even though it was. I wanted something more memorable, something that I could look back on with a certain fondness.
Certainly not what Mike had given me. I shuddered at the thought. No, I wouldn't think of it; I'd promised myself that I would put that out of my mind and focus on other things. The rest of Monday was rather painful, for a myriad of reasons.
My heart suffered a lot on Monday, Edward wasn't in school. I wondered if it had anything to do with the sun, he was a vampire after all. Still, I was crushed when I didn't see him in the cafeteria at lunch. I sat as far from Mike and Jessica as possible, squeezing into a seat between Angela and Ben instead near the end of the table. I spent the entire lunch hour silent and brooding, Angela was nice enough about it, not asking any questions at all about my dark mood. Instead, she spent it quietly sitting beside me. I felt comfortable around her, like I could actually tell her anything and she'd never repeat it to another person or think any less of me. Her presence was oddly comforting.
Still, what I was going through was my own burden to bear, no one else could help me with it. This was my problem, I'd deal with it.
And Edward was going to help.
Somewhat. At least, I hoped he would.
I felt lonely in Biology, looking sometimes with a desperate and lonely air to the empty seat beside me; wishing with all of my being that he'd show up and join me, ask me more of his questions. I liked the questions he asked, no matter how much they demanded of me to open and bear my soul to him. Edward... I really missed him; parts of me weren't there, I was realizing, when he wasn't around, when he wasn't with me.
Oh yes, he was definitely a poison. Precisely my brand of poison. I wasn't able to live very well anymore without him with me.
So Biology and Gym passed slowly for me, and I found that avoiding Mike was harder then I thought it would be. But I managed. And it hurt that Edward wasn't there to see me when I'd finished another gym class, his absence was really getting to me. But I knew I'd have to get used to it, because I knew that he probably wouldn't be at school tomorrow either.
That night, I spent the entire evening focused on my English essay for Macbeth. It helped a little, to alleviate the horrendous pain in my chest, the feeling that it was missing something that would make it complete otherwise. Nonetheless, I did finish the essay within a matter of a few hours, with only a minimal amount of breaks. My sleep that night was restless, the dreams I had now only reflected what I wanted above all things. Even a few of my darkest fears, but most of all it was my dark desires that surrounded Edward. One thrilled me more in a way that I'd never felt before, him drinking my blood. That made me flush just thinking about it, and I knew that it was very unlikely to happen. I slept restlessly and not very well.
And again, the day passed in a very large blur.
Jessica followed me home, just like she'd said she would, and I dropped my stuff off before she drove over to Angela's and we picked her up too. I stayed in the back of the car, plugged into my iPod and ignoring the girly-conversation that Jessica was having with Angela; it was more like a one-sided conversation with Jessica doing almost all of the talking. I just tuned them out completely; I wasn't interested in it at all.
So the entire drive for me was spent listening to random songs on my iPod's shuffle setting, while staring out the window at the scenery speeding by; even though I didn't take any real notice of it. It was more like a habit that I had and hadn't gotten over yet. Oh well. Jessica parked a little ways in, near the one department store in town, and we climbed out. Angela and Jessica went to the department store, after giving me directions to a nearby bookstore; and we agreed to meet back up at a small restaurant for dinner.
Wandering off, I followed the directions that I'd been given, but what I found wasn't what I was looking for. It was one of those really strange bookstores that had to do with the occult, I didn't go in. It was in a rather isolated part of Port Angeles, and there wasn't a lot of foot traffic around. Instead, I turned away from it and started towards where I thought downtown was. The sidewalks were surging with afterwork traffic, so I just wandered along, until I started into a more... I wasn't sure, derelict part of town.
Boarded up shops dotted along the street, with warehouses facing towards them. I hurried along, this place gave me a bad feeling.
As I rounded a corner, it was only then that I realized I was being followed.
I caught sight of them in a boarded up window as I walked past it, there were three of them, all men. They had a very grubby look about them, unshaved and unwashed faces with tattered and dirty clothes. But that wasn't what worried me the most, what did was what I was guessing they wanted from me. I could tell they weren't pickpockets or petty thieves, I swallowed.
Quickening my pace, I hurried down another alley, only then realizing that I should probably head towards a busy street instead of weaving my way through back streets and alleys. I was practically signing my own death certificate. When I next looked behind me, after winding my way through several side streets, I couldn't see them. I breathed a small sigh of relief. In the distance, I could see a busy road ahead of me. I very nearly sighed with relief. My relief came too soon.
I hadn't noticed the small side street that branched onto this one.
A fist connected with the underside of my jaw and sent me sprawling into a wall, hard. I felt my breath knocked out of me and my vision spun as I collapsed to my knees. I tried to stumble back to my feet but I was suddenly pinned to the ground by two grubby bodies.
"Aw, looks like we caught ourselves a pretty un' this time!" one of them drawled; the smell of dirt and alcohol bombarded my nose and I would've gagged, but my breath hadn't come back yet so it came out as a strangled gasp instead.
One of the men had grabbed my arms, pinning them to the ground by my wrists; the other had grabbed my legs and held them down firmly. My struggles were weak and I couldn't overpower them; and the thought occurred to me, even if my breath hadn't been knocked out of me, I wouldn't have been able to fight them off anyways. I wasn't strong enough, it was a disadvantage to my slender build.
"Hey! He's almost pretty enough to be a girl! Aren't ya a cute little thing sweetie?" the man holding my feet down replied. I could hear the malicious intent in his voice. The third man spoke next.
"C'mon! Don't make this hard deary, we just wanna have some fun with ya. And ya made this lovely little body of yours so available!" Obviously he was the leader of the trio, as he was going to... oh god.. no! NO! My struggles intensified, though they were to no avail. "Hold 'im down. I wanna go first."
My legs were roughly spread and I struggled, trying to get enough air to scream; suddenly, a dirty cloth was shoved into my mouth and a hand roughly smoked across my face, momentarily stunning me. It was enough for the first man to grab a hold of my jeans and he began to rip at them, trying to get them open and off as quickly as he could. I tried to rip my legs free, tried to clamp them together, tried to do anything to stop him from doing what he was going to do. I screamed into the gag, my eyes watering and the tears welling up and spilling down my cheeks. My wrists chafed against the brutal hold and the coarse cement below, the sharp tang of blood met my nose; I was bleeding.
"Such a beauty... think he's a virgin?" The man grinned as he finally managed to undo my pants and began to pull them down till they hit my knees. I shrank away as he slid a grimy hand up my shirt, groping at my stomach and chest with clumsy movements; he leaned in closer to my face and the stink of alcohol and dirt made my head spin, I automatically tilted my head away from him and he pressed a sloppy kiss to my cheek. I shuddered in revulsion. "Oh... never had a real man, eh?"
The men laughed drunkenly and coldly.
Obviously they were going to have no problem with raping me. Or watching it happen, for that matter. My heart felt like it would shatter; the pain was just much too real for me.
Silently, I continued weeping and trembling, there wasn't much I could do, I was already nearly exhausted from all of my fruitless struggling. This... I didn't want this! I didn't this man touching me like this! Oh god... I was going to be raped; and it wouldn't be enough for just one of them to do it. I was going to be raped.
Gang-raped.
In my mind, I pleaded that, somehow, Edward would save me.
No... please... Edward, I'm scared... no... I don't... not this... please...! I'm so scared... Edward...
And then, it seemed as if my prayers had been answered.
"Let go of him right now." The voice was deadly, quiet and soft like velvet, but there was a danger and threat of violence in that same voice that I knew oh so well. I opened my eyes, seeing what I wanted to see.
Standing there, still sheathed mostly in the shadows was Edward.
He looked truly frightening in that moment, his bright golden eyes glowing with an unhinged rage that promised death. His face was in shadow, but those eyes radiated from in those shadows. The men holding me down trembled, but they didn't move from their positions. Apparently, the leader was a little more tipsy then the other two, as he didn't back down from the threat that Edward made with his very presence.
"What cha gonna do? You want your turn, you can wait. I wanna have my fun first."
Edward's body tensed, "You... touch him once more and your hand will be separated from your body." The threat was very much real.
"Ohh... I'm so scared... Ah!!" He screamed as he was thrown away from me, he slammed into the wall with a sickening crack and a loud groan as he slid to the ground in a heap. The other two immediately let go of me, I curled up in onto myself the moment they did so; not even bothering to remove the gag that was still trapped in my mouth.
Edward was suddenly towering over the men and me, his eyes silently promising death as he glared down at the two men who still held me down.
"Get your friend out of my sight. If I ever catch you near him again, make no mistake, the punishment you will receive will be far greater then this."
I heard them shuffle around in a real hurry, dimly, I heard them gather up their fallen friend and hurry out of there like the devil was at their heels. Before they'd hurried off, I found myself pulled against an icy chest with cold arms wrapped securely around me and nestled into a just as cold lap. Cold fingers brushed over my slowly bruising jaw and pulled the gag out before softly running along my lips. I trembled and pushed myself closer to him, wanting to feel the reassuring frigid touch of his body.
Those arms wrapped themselves around me firmly, that icy hand slowly tracing over my face and neck. I relaxed into the touch, but I still shook; reeling from the near-rape that I'd just escaped. Shakily, I reached up, taking his face in both of my hands (much to his surprise) and lightly traced over his lips and neck. I kept whispering in a near broken voice, "It's you... you really came... Edward..."
His fingers stopped their tracing, lightly resting on my raging pulse which was slowly coming to a more calmer pace. I dimly noted the scratches along my wrists and the blood streak along them, it wasn't until Edward took one of my hands in his and pressed the palm to his lips that I noticed. His voice vibrated against it, low and rife with tension.
"I thought I'd lose you... you don't know... how much this scared me..." he kissed my palm once more, the arm around my waist tightening and pulling me closer to him. "When I saw what they meant to do... seeing you like that..."
We were so close that I could feel his breathing rising and falling in his chest, but I could feel no heartbeat. That just made everything that I'd learned make more sense. There was no denying it now. Edward was a vampire.
But seeing him like this, so lost for words and struggling with his emotions only made my heart twist in an almost painful way. I hated seeing him like this, "Edward... don't..." His fingers lightly touched my lips, silencing me.
"Please, let me finish..." I nodded, my eyes wide. His lips pressed lightly against my forehead, and I gave a silent gasp at the contact. "It's strange... how just your presence seems to be able to temper my anger, at least somewhat... I was so prepared to hunt those men down, after I saw what they meant to do, and seeing you like that. So broken and helpless...
"But something held me back... I couldn't leave you like this. Not when you were so... helpless. I couldn't leave you. You've cast your spell over me and I just can't leave you alone for any length of time; you don't know how much being away from you has cost me. The pain, the anxiety... I've never been this attached to anyone before."
I pressed my fingers to his chilled cheeks, looking into his eyes. They were full of pain and anguish when they met mine, I leaned up, lightly resting my forehead against his (he was leaning down, which made it much easier considering our height difference). "Don't... I don't want to cause you pain..."
He gave a sad smile, but the emotions in his eyes didn't go away, "You're important to me Jasper, more important then you may ever know. I don't understand it, how I feel."
Shaking my head, I pulled back a little, "You... I... you've saved my life twice... and I... I..."
I didn't get to finish. Edward leaned in until our lips were just scant millimeters apart, I could feel his breath ghost across my lips, "Why do you draw me in so?" And then his lips covered mine.
His hands dropped around my waist, holding me close and pinning me to him. I couldn't count the number of times that I'd dreamed of him kissing me, and this wasn't one of the scenarios I'd dreamt of, but the fact was, it was happening. Edward was actually kissing me.
It was better then I'd imagined. His lips were cold against mine, but soft and smooth like silk; and he pressed them with just the right amount of pressure to drive me crazy and then my mind when completely and blissfully blank. For only a split second did I hesitate, and then my body reacted. I arched up against him, pressing my lips against his almost frantically; after all, I didn't know whether or not I'd ever get to kiss him again. This might, after all, be a one time only circumstance.
Edward's arms pulled me close and tight to his chest, causing me to gasp in surprise. He took that as an opening, his tongue darting out to lightly trace the contours of my mouth; I tentatively met his tongue, reveling in the surprising sweetness. Pulling back after a few more seconds, Edward murmured, "How sweet tastes the forbidden fruit." He sighed. "I'm sorry, that's probably not what you wanted for your first kiss."
"Second, actually, but let's pretend it's my first." I buried my head against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck. He peered down at me, his eyes confused.
"What do you mean?" There was hurt in his voice; I wondered, had he wanted to be my first kiss? I fought back a smile at the thought.
"... at First Beach... Mike kissed me." Edward frowned, and he looked like he was about to pull back. "Edward, please don't leave me. Not here, not like this."
He sighed, leaning down so his head was resting on top of my head as he held me close, "I don't think I can. I'm not good for you, I'm dangerous, and yet... I can't leave because I care too much. I worry that you might get into trouble, that something I've done will hurt you."
"Only you leaving me will hurt me now..." I muttered, I didn't see the point in lying to him anymore about how I felt, especially now with how he must obviously feel something for me that was beyond mere friendship. "That's why... I can't leave, even though I know you're dangerous; it's already too late and I'm in too deep."
"Please, don't ever say that..." Edward murmured, taking a deep breath. "But what do you mean? Why are you in too deep?"
"I..." Now I hesitated, why oh why did I have to hesitate now when I'd accepted it so fully to myself? Steeling myself, I said it. "I love you..."
"How can you...? How can you say that when you - "
"I know what you are, and I can still say that despite knowing it. It doesn't change anything, that's why I'm in too deep."
"Jasper you... I..." I'd never heard him speechless like this before. He squeezed me to him in an almost bone-crushing embrace, I gasped; the breath was very nearly squeezed out of me. Before I could pass out or feel lightheaded, he released me, but I remained in the protective circle of his arms. He looked me in the eyes as he said, "You mean everything to me now."
I remembered somewhere reading something about 'When you can live forever, what do you live for?' And I thought, is this it? Is this what Edward had made his purpose for living for? I wanted desperately to ask, but before I could, Edward's cell went off; I was surprised he had one, no one else in Forks had one, at least, I didn't think so. It was the first time I'd seen it.
"Bella," he greeted. "I'm sorry about that. Could you please meet me with the car?" There was a pause. "You can follow my scent if you need too; yes I am with him." After a short conversation, he hung up. "I hope you don't mind my kidnapping you."
"You can kidnap me if you want, but Jessica and Angela will be wondering where I am."
He grinned, "Oh you don't have to worry about that. Bella ran into them when I ran off on her, she's simply told them that you had an 'accident' and we're taking you back to have Charlie look over you." I sighed and curled up closer to him, relaxing. The terror and other negative emotions that I'd felt when I'd first been attacked; that feeling of hopelessness was washed away, beaten back by the safety I felt in Edward's arms. I didn't want to leave, and I didn't care about the rumors that Jessica was going to be sure to spread.
"But I'm fine..." I looked away from the minor scratches on my arms; they'd already scabbed over, leaving streaks of dried blood along my wrists and forearms. Edward noticed them and frowned. "I'm just a little shaken up, that's all." He pulled his jacket off, wrapping it around me as the shivers returned. When he made a move to move me away from himself a little, an effort to keep me warm, I shook my head wildly and pressed myself against him. I didn't care if I got hypothermia now, I just wanted to be as close to him as I could. "Just let me stay."
Edward sighed, his arms coming to a rest around me in a protective embrace; he eventually scooped me up into his arms bridal style as a car came around the corner. It came to a stop a few feet in front of us, Bella stepped out from the driver's seat. She gave me a small smile, but turned to Edward.
"Do you want to drive or shall I?"
"You drive, Jasper doesn't seem to want to let go." I blushed. Bella nodded and climbed back into the driver's seat; I only now just noticed how nice of a car it was she was driving. I didn't know the brand or what type of car it was; but it was definitely designed for speed and looked to be extremely expensive.
Edward carried me around to the passenger side, which he climbed in with me perched on his lap. Bella pulled smoothly out of the alley and onto a main road before she started back towards Forks. I didn't notice at first, but she drove slower then Edward did (now that I thought about it). He seemed a little anxious, but didn't say anything about the slower pace. I took a deep breath, I had a few questions I wanted to ask.
"What were you doing in Port Angeles?"
Mwuhahaha! I think this is the worst cliffhanger I've left you all with yet! I'm so proud of myself. :3 Two chapters in about three days, aren't you all proud of me? I hope I get some nice reviews for the rather speedy updates that I've been giving you lately. Once I've published this (and once my dad's gone to bed), I have to sneak onto the desktop computer and quickly do my CALM assignment that is due tomorrow. I want to complete as much of the second unit as possible so that I can spend more time on writing this.
As well, you might notice some changes in the vampires for this story. If anyone is interested, I'll put together an informative post and put that in my LiveJournal if anyone's curious. Just say so in a review if you are.
Now, in regard to the search results that Jasper got waaaay back in the beginning of the chapter, I actually took it upon myself to search those up myself. If you want to see the sites that Jasper used, I can post them in my profile for you to check out if you so desire. Other than that, I actually did have to go back and refresh my memory on vampires; I was an expert on them, but time's affected my memory a little. It was a research project in grade eight, unsolved mysteries, I got vampires. It was sooo much fun; I really enjoyed reading all the books that I got on them.
Oh yes, and if any of you are wondering; in the original Twilight novels, I've always equated Jasper to being an empath, I'm one too. Just on not such a great scale as him; it almost makes me seem more pathetic compared to him. But before you all say how amazing it is, let me tell you that it's not. When I was in New York, we went to Ground Zero and a memorial site dedicated to September 11. I had a hard time keeping a cap on all the emotions that I was feeling; see, negative ones are worse, in my opinion, then positive ones. But all the depression and anger I felt was really horrible.
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