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Chapter 10 - Mutt

JPOV (Jasper)

I drove behind Edward. At times we reached speeds of 120, but I didn't mind, I liked to drive fast, and we needed to reach Bella in time.

I wished Alice could have ridden with me, but I was stuck with the clothes-less reek pool.

I had to hold my breath, it was annoying but it was definitely better than smelling… that. If I were a human I would have thrown up by now.

That's when I noticed that he was in the same discomfort, except he had to take a breath every once and awhile. I must smell as bad to him as he smells to me.

He was anxious and impatient, and he didn't try to hide it. He tapped his fingers on his knee, and moved around every five seconds as if he couldn't get comfortable.

"Can't he go any faster," he finally complained.

"Not unless you prefer to run the whole way."

He huffed out an impatient sigh, probably wishing we could. I agreed but we couldn't risk being exposed by running through cities. And going around them would be just as fast as a car, therefore defeating the purpose.

A few minutes past in silence, then he slowly became angry, almost boiling with rage. I wished I could read thoughts like Edward. His moods kept switching. I imagined his quickly changing thoughts to be the cause.

"What does she want with Bella anyway?" he spat unable to bottle up his anger any longer.

I tried to calm him, but he fought it. "Victoria?" I guessed. "She's… getting revenge."

He growled, "Because of that leech, all he can do is put her in danger." I knew he was talking about Edward.

"You're one to talk," I defended. "You put her in just as much danger, if not more."

"I do not!" he burst out twisting in his seat.

"And for that very reason, if you get angry at her… then what?"

"I control myself," he said through clenched teeth.

"As does Edward, and as for blaming him for Victoria, she is avenging her mate's death. We killed him to save Bella; you can't tell me that you wouldn't have done the same."

"Humph," he turned normal in his seat again, sitting with his arms folded across his chest like a pouting toddler.

A few minutes passed in more silence. He felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, and I could feel his curiosity building up, until finally he decided to ask. "Can you read minds too?"

I almost laughed. He thought I could read his mind; that explained his mood.

"No," he felt relieved, but then he began to feel nervous.

"What can you do?" he asked, guarded.

"I feel emotions." As soon as I said it he felt like laughing.

"That's it?" he said, a broad grin on his face. "Man you got jipped."

"Not exactly," I stated bitterly. I concentrated on making him feel sadness. I didn't hold back. I just threw it all at him so he couldn't fight it.

I looked over at him and noticed he was crying, he was confused and obviously in the deepest misery he had ever felt. It was like staring at a woman watching a soap opera. He noticed me looking and quickly turned his head away trying to hide his tears from me.

I smiled and laughed lightly under my breath. That's when he realized what was happening.

"Stop it!" he sobbed.

I laughed harder but stopped the emotion.

He growled.

"Jipped huh?" I mocked.

He leaned back sourly in his seat angrily wiping the rest of his tears from his face, "You've made your point."

I could feel his hatred for me. "What is it with you creatures anyway?" he said grudgingly.

"Meaning," I asked irritated.

"You're so queer."

My hands gripped tighter on the steering wheel.

"You have all this power and strength, and to do what... kill? How is your life even meaningful?"

"You kill for your food," I argued, "and we have a life besides eating."

"My kind doesn't kill humans."

"Neither does my family."

"But they have," he said acidly.

He was just shooting in the dark, but sadly he was right. "So now you're judging our past? What about yours? I saw that scar on Bella's arm."

He growled, "That wasn't my fault."

"Your anger's fault then?"

His hands closed to fists on his lap. "I've never hurt her!"

"Physically."

He began to shake. I sent a wave of calm through the car, if he changed here, we'd wreck for sure. "You don't know that," he hissed.

"You forget I can feel her emotions wolf."

I felt his heart break as he began to believe me.

"She's in a lot of pain," I stated.

"I'm not like him!" he burst out. "I'm not like that leech! I… I…" He dropped his head in his hands.

"Why did you hurt her?" I knew there had to be a good reason. I could feel that he still loved her, even if it was a different kind of love.

I comforted him with content emotions.

He pulled his head from his hands, but he still looked down, "It's a wolf thing."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

He felt guilty. "We imprint, I can't help it." I could feel he was telling the truth.

"Imprint?"

"It's like a soul mate. I found mine last week… and it wasn't Bella."

We sat quietly for a moment.

And then he spoke out. "How can he love her?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"But he's a vampire," he continued. "You're not even alive, your hearts are cold."

I sat taken aback; I really thought he was smarter than this, "Love doesn't literally come from the heart. We were humans once; we can still love just like you."

"Does he want to… eat her?"

He felt stupid for asking.

I laughed, "No more than you would want to eat your pet dog." This wasn't entirely true, Edward did thirst for her blood, but his love for her overpowered the drive letting him stand the temptation.

He huffed, "She deserves better."

I glared at him, "He treats her better than any human could. And unfortunately he agrees with you."

I could feel his surprise.

"You make him out to be a monster. You don't even know him," I continued.

He started to feel angry again, "He's a vampire, what more is there to know?"

"I could say the same for you… wolf."

He grunted. "Like I care what a leech thinks."

"Like I care what a dog thinks," I shot back.

Suddenly he was mad at himself, triggering another mood swing. My guess was he just realized that he had opened up to a… "leech" and that had to have wounded his pride.

He sat bitterly, staring straight ahead. I could sense that he was done talking, and I agreed.

I stared at the back of Edward's Volvo wondering what they were talking about.

I wished we were there already. Alice couldn't tell when Victoria was going to strike. Not to mention the sooner we get there, the sooner I could get away from this ornery mutt.

I sighed impatiently.

He gagged. "You reek," he grumbled.

"And you don't?" I replied. "When's the last time you took a shower?"

He glared at me.

"That long huh?"

"Oh you're hilarious," he said sarcastically.

I went back to staring straight ahead. Maybe I could get through the rest of this drive if I ignored him. One thing was for certain, I definitely wasn't going to drive him home.

A/N – I'll be on vacation for a few weeks. I'll post as soon as I can. :)