A/N: Sorry sorry sorry for the really late update! This chapter is... quite short (there's fluff!) and I've been really busy (lame excuse), that I haven't even updated my other fics. Plus I haven't compiled all the songs for this one's playlist. So feel free to drop your suggestions in a review and this chapter goes out to EJ 12212012 for suggesting the song I should use in this chapter. ENJOY! :)

Chapter Thirteen.

His eyes said it all, I started to fall, and the silence deafened.

Pain. I could feel nothing but pain.

It burned through my body, shooting recklessly through my limbs and making them feeling like they were being torn apart and set to fire. My mouth itched to form a scream, knowing that it would ease the pain. But my body begged to differ. I felt like I was getting cut up, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, and left to die. Hell, dying would have been easier than this. The darkness controlled me now, nothing but black that refused to fade. No images, no lights, just pure, solid darkness. I didn't know how long I was in that position, with my body presumably writhing into impossible shapes as I tried to overcome the pain that was consuming me.

I fought, even though I didn't know what I was fighting for. But it worked. That pain eventually begin to ebb into an ache, a dull, monotone ache that I didn't seem to be able to be rid off- still, it was an ache that was a million times better than the pain. Anything was better than the pain. I could hear voices now, indistinct voices that were unclear but familiar, wrapping my useless body up like a sliver of velvety soft ribbon. Like comfort.

"Jasper… she'll be fine man." The voice was deep, octaves lower then a usual man's as in rang steadily through my ears. I discerned it as Emmett's voice, now laced with concern. Even through the haze of pain and darkness I could hear that. I tried then, I tried my hardest to slide open my glued lips to notify Jasper that Emmett was right. That I was fine, or… I would be soon enough.

"Don't worry Jasper. Carlisle said she'll be waking up any second now." That voice could only belong to Rosalie, always agreeing with her husband. I knew enough to know that she wasn't lying and the piece of news relieved me. The ache was slowly dulling to a complete stop, so I did only what I could try to do. I tried to open my heavily lidded eyes. To my surprise, I was met with a burst of color so sharp and bright that made me want to shut my eyes again.

I didn't. I needed to see. Needed to show Jasper that I was okay.

I blinked several times, getting my new eyesight adjusted to my surroundings. I could see literally everything. The long black scratches on Rosalie's antique wooden cupboard, the specks of colorful dust that were swirling around in the air, even the intricate patterns on the black fedora that was lying on the foot of the bed.

Fascinated, I turned my head, the force of Jasper's eyes nearly taking away my breath- until I remembered I didn't breath anymore. The sight of his face- so familiar yet so foreign at the same time, stupefied me. There had always been a scar visible on his forehead, that much I had been able to see, but now… there were scars everywhere; faint, white, scars that dotted every inch of his creamy skin, scars that made me want to bring him close and cry silently for him. Strangely, they only magnified the degree of his startling beauty, only made him look more dangerous. He was still as beautiful as ever. I registered the soft sigh that escaped from his lips once he saw me, and couldn't control the giddy smile that I felt spreading on my face.

"Well... I'm fine." I said, in a way of greeting, jolted by the way my voice was suddenly octaves higher than it should be. I should have been prepared for all this, yet I was still quite shocked by the way I was so different now. And I hadn't even seen how I looked like yet.

"I know. I knew you would be. You're Bella." He replied, gently caressing my cheek with the back of his palm. A searing pain shot through my stomach then, and a frown tugged at the corner of my smiling lips. Only one thing came to mind. I was thirsty.

"You need to hunt." Jasper stated, like he was reading my mind. I pouted as he clasped his hand in mine and pulled me up from the bed. Emmett, Rosalie, Carlisle and Esme, who had left the room without my noticing, gracefully loped back in with huge smiles on their face.

"BELLAAAAAAAA! YOU'RE BACK!" Emmett boomed, rushing towards me and flinging his arms around me in a hug. I hugged him back, crushing him tightly to my chest until he yelped. I didn't know why, but immediately dropped my hands like I had been burned, confused.

"That hurt Bells. I forgot how bloody strong you newborns are." He whined, evidently agitated by that fact. I knew why. I brightened, a smirk forming as I thought of all the things I could do to him now. I remembered how he would always crush me with his hugs back when I was human. That was definitely going to be returned now that I was (HA!) stronger than him. Also, an arm wrestling match sounded pretty good. Emmett was so dead.

The smirk widened, and I rubbed my hands together with glee. He stuck his tongue out at me and I rolled my eyes, lacing my hand through Jasper's again.

"God Emmett, you're so childish sometimes." Rosalie scowled at her husband, with love in her eyes, before grinning widely at me. I bit back a laugh at their arguments. Three days of silence and now it was back to all their bickering like an old married couple. Which… They were.

"You're-" Emmett was about to retort but immediately shut up when Rosalie shot him her signature death glare.

"You and Jasper are going hunting right?" Esme's soft voice interjected their little squabble as she stepped closer to hug me. I nodded against her warm hug, noticing that none of them felt cold to my touch anymore. We were the same temperature now, I deduced, seeing how that was the only logical explanation. It made sense, anyway.

"Well then, we'll see you after you hunt. And our flight to London is tomorrow, at 4.00 pm." I nodded quickly at Carlisle's words, already being led out of the door by Jasper.

Jasper walked us into the dark woods behind their house, him, clutching my hand tightly as we ventured deeper and deeper until he was finally satisfied. I was still rather unnerved by my superhuman senses. I could hear every little sound, from the crickets that were constantly singing to the rustling leaves. Then a new smell hit my nose, different from the rest, rendering my previous thoughts to nothing at all.

Blood.

I growled, a guttural sound that came from God knows where when I spotted a caribou that was drinking from the stream ahead of us. I had never seen anyone hunt before, I was never allowed since it was too 'violent', but my senses just acted on reflex. Beneath me, I felt my legs dragged themselves over the damp soil of the ground which left me with nothing to do but comply. My footsteps were soft, barely making a sound as I crouched down behind the animal. Then, I sprung, coming in contact with it's body. There wasn't much of a struggle, I had my teeth sinking into it's warm flesh in no time. I watched with glee as the warm blood trickled down, lapping it up with pleasure.

It wasn't enough.

Through my peripheral senses, I spotted Jasper attacking another caribou. The thirst died down for awhile as he drew me in with the graceful way he jumped on the animal. Lithe, silent, deadly. My hunter. He didn't even get any blood on his mouth. I licked my lips with disgust, wishing I could have said the same for me…

The equally strong scent of another caribou hit me, and the thirst settled once again. I surrendered to my senses and once I was finished with my prey, I cleaned my mouth at the stream. Had I still been human, I would have considered myself quite the sadist. I mean, who the hell enjoyed killing animals? Well, I definitely wasn't the freaking lamb anymore. My lips twisted up into a small resemblance of a smile remembering how Edward had first confessed his love to me. He was the lion, and I was the lamb.

I shook my head to shake off the bittersweet memory and found Jasper leaning casually against a tree, eyeing me with interest, obviously awaiting me. I shot him a flustered smile once I realized that he had seen me hunting.

"I can't believe I actually enjoyed that." I mused softly to myself, tracing back to the way my muscles gladly flexed when I had been pouncing on the animal. It had given me joy, in some sick twisted way, how everything didn't seem to matter but me and the deer. Predator and prey. Still, he didn't seem to be surprised that I was shocked, so maybe it was expected.

"I bet you didn't know that caribou is my favorite." He said wryly, slipping an arm around my waist as we begin to make our way back to the house. Just as I was beginning to indulge myself with the feeling of his strong arm wrapped tightly around me- he let go.

"Race you back!" He yelled, already shooting off into the distance. I gave a little squeal of delight and chased after him. I would have thought that everything would just be a senseless blur when I ran, like how it was when Edward had first run with me, instead, everything was clear, sharp, magnified. I didn't feel like I was flying past the forest at an inhuman speed, I felt like everything was in slow motion.

I reached the house first, Jasper only a few milliseconds after me. I stuck my tongue out at him playfully and said "I beat you."

He smirked and threw me over his shoulders, running into the house and throwing me on the couch before tickling me senseless.

Why hadn't anybody told me that vampires were ticklish too?

"STOP IT!" I squealed, squirming beneath his strong arms that were pinning my arms down to my sides. He continued, his smirk growing bigger and bigger until I shoved him off me, desperate to escape the tickle monster and accidentally slamming him into a wall in process.

"Oh shit! Damn! Sorry Jasper. "I cussed, crawling down the bed and hugging him tightly. He just spun me around, still wearing that annoying smirk and I found that I was face to face with a large mirror.

Staring at me was a girl with long dark mahogany locks, creamily pale skin and large almond set golden eyes. My cheekbones were prominent, my stomach was flat and taut, and my hips were nipped in like one of those girls in those old fashioned movies. My legs had also grown firmer, like I had actually played sports before.

"Jasper…. I'm beautiful." I breathed, momentarily astounded by the image of the girl in the mirror. I knew it was me, I felt like me. But… I somehow wasn't. His arms draped around my waist, pulling me into him as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

"You've always been beautiful." His hot breath tickled my ear in a delicious way as I raised my gaze back up to the mirror. We looked like a couple in one of those perfect paintings I had always yearned for. My curls were cascading down my shoulders, touching the tips of his arms that were wrapped securely around me. He was kissing my head and I was smiling this huge grin that still managed to look ladylike at the same time.

I stood on my tiptoes and planted a small kiss on his lips. I could feel him smile against me, causing me to smile back. He kissed my eyelids before we pulled away, still locked in an embrace.

Laying flowers, on my life, it's over tonight