Jasper's desperate face stared back at mine. His red eyes looked frantic and wild. "Do you have any solid, small object, a piece of jewelry, rock, whatever?" I asked him. He looked at me confused. I didn't think he did. I looked around the room. "Wait here, I'm not going to take long," I told him. I walked around the house trying to find anything that might serve to the purpose, and then I came back to my room with a paperweight in hand. I was muttering a spell when I reached the window. Jasper wasn't there anymore.

I whispered loudly his name. He appeared a second later, nearly making me jump out of my skin. Shaking it aside, I handed him the paperweight. He looked really confused. I opened the window as wide as it would go. I sighed, and then said "I charmed it so you won't be affected by the wards when you come in."

He came in the room, and stood awkwardly while I closed the window. I just looked at him. "What did you do?" I asked him, afraid. He put his hands on his head, and paced around the room. "I did not mean to," Jasper said pleadingly, "I swear, I swear I didn't." I didn't say anything. He sat down on my bed, and I sat next to him. He was looking down at his hands. He looked really miserable.

"It was never my plan. I just wanted do make him sorry. But then he bled, and I just… I couldn't hold back. I'm sorry." As Jasper spoke this this last part really softly, I could hardly hear it. I could tell he was feeling really guilty. He was genuinely sorry, too. Without thinking about it, I put my hands around him, pulling him in for a hug. I felt him stiffen at first, but then he relaxed and leaned on me. "I'm sorry," Jasper said.

"Why were you so angry?" I voiced the question I had been thinking about for a while. "Like, accidents happen. People get drunk, people make mistakes… It's how humans work."

"It was not just the guy," Jasper said after a while, "I was also really mad at Alice. We made a deal, when we… reconciled, that she would keep an eye on your future, just to make sure you did not get hurt or anything. She knew that I cared about your well-being."

Despite the fact that he was talking about his evil-vampire girlfriend, I couldn't help but feel a little warm inside. He cares about our well being, I thought to myself, even when he was with Alice, he still wanted to look out for us. Oh no, I started referring to myself and my thoughts as two people. Us.

"She hid it from me, she hid it from all of us," he continued. "And then I was so angry, I lost control. I completely lost control." I just continued to hug him. I tried not to think of his now crimson eyes. I tried not to think about what he did. I just tried to appreciate the moment. I pulled away after a while. "How are you… and Alice now?" I asked hesitantly. He was shaking his head slightly.

"I don't think I could hold her in a high esteem ever again. She acted horribly, not only did she put you in danger, she also lied to me. And that's something I don't forgive easily." Jasper said. "She has been acting so differently. All this jealousy, snide remarks. She would take every chance she had to put me down, and she would hold me guilty for caring for you."

I didn't know what to say, so I just remained silent. My head started to hurt a little, and I put my hand over it. "Are you okay?" He asked, suddenly concerned. I gave him a thumbs-up, since I decided that nodding was not such a good idea.

Still, he looked at me really worriedly. "Calm down, you, I am not going to faint on you or anything," I told him, smiling a little. I felt really light-headed, though, so I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. I opened them after a while, and Jasper was still looking at my face fretfully. I am guessing I looked incredibly pale.

"Can I do anything?" Jasper asked. I shook my head slowly. I almost jumped when he put his cold hand on my forehead. It felt immediately much better. I had to hold back a sigh of relieve-ness. "I don't think you have a fever," he said. His small smile indicated that he was aware of the reaction he had gotten out of me.

I dozed off eventually. I woke up and Jasper was not there anymore. I felt sad, but then I told myself to shake it off and get a hold on myself. I just stared at the ceiling until I drifted off. In the morning, Will came in to check on me before he left. You know, to check if I had not died in my sleep or anything. He lied next to me until his carpool arrived a few minutes later. Someone was honking impatiently. He gave me a goodbye, reminded me to call if anything happened, and that he would call my phone to check up on my every few hours.

The miserable sun was streaming in my room. I groaned, willing it to go away. If I wanted sun, I would have moved to California.

After he left, I was all by myself. I walked downstairs cautiously, taking my time. I made my way to the kitchen, where I made myself a bowl of cereal. I checked the cupboards, wondering what had been done to my groceries and my tub of ice cream. They were probably either smashed or rotten, or both. We didn't have too much money to spend around, so we tried to greatly decrease wastes.

I brushed my hair and my teeth, changed into home-staying clothes (loose shirt and jeans) and went back down. I grew restless. I tried reading a book that I picked up from the coffee table, but I couldn't concentrate on it, so I just quit it after a while. I turned on the television, but there was nothing good on. I turned it off. It was 9:21am and I was already bored. I got up and opened cabinets, searching for our old CD-player. I found it in the bathroom. Go figure, I told myself, rolling my eyes. Will stored things in the weirdest places.

I took it up to my room, and opened a box labeled "CD'S, DVD'S, AND MISC." and rummaged through the CD's. I got out four of them and put them in line. I put a random one in, and pressed play after it was done reading the CD. I looked at the cover and the back of the CD case as Paramore started playing. This was one of my custom CD's. It was like a playlist of many of my favorite songs.

I sat down and just enjoyed the songs. I heard my phone vibrate from my bedside table. I walked over to it and picked it up, pressing down hard on the button. It did not work if you pressed it softly or normally. I had just received a new voice message from an unknown number. I opened it.

"Hey there, it's Sophie here. From the supermarket. Yeah. Hi. Did I hear correctly that you have been in a car accident? I saw it in the newspaper today, but I wasn't sure if it was you. So, yeah, um… call me back?"

I sent her a message instead, because I didn't want to 1) disturb her in case she was busy, and/or 2) turn down my music. She replied almost instantly.

The message read: Oh my god! Are you okay?

I laid down on the bed and replied saying I was fine, that I had missed school but that it was mostly to get rest, and that I was unaware that there had been an article in the newspaper about the accident. She replied saying that there was never much interesting things to talk about, so whenever anything happened it would appear in the paper. We exchanged messages a little more, but then she said that she needed to go back to her lessons, I apologized for having interrupted them in the first place, and we said goodbye.

I pulled out my drawing pad, a mechanical pencil, and an eraser. I thought about what I should draw for a while, but an image quickly came to mind and I started sketching. After a few hours I decided to take a break. My hand was cramping and my eyes were tired. My back also ached because I had stayed in that position for too much time. I looked at the drawing. It was good, but it was not nearly what I had though of.

I had tried to draw that scene from a few days ago, where Jasper was going to drive me home. I remembered that huge smile, and the way the shadows and the light had fought for a place in that god-like face. I wasn't able to correctly draw it. It was hard to draw from memory. It was good, you could totally tell what I had tried to do, but it just wasn't too realistic. I would have to try watercolors for that. I put the pad aside and leaned against my pillow. It was so soft, it felt so good against my aching back.

I fell asleep to Panic! At the Disco. When I woke up, there was a pair of red eyes staring straight at me from across the room. I screamed out of surprise and my mouth automatically stringing the words for a hex, when the vampire came closed and I recognized the face. It was just Jasper. "Hey, it's just me," he said.

I clutched at my chest dramatically, breathing hard and trying to slow down my heartbeat. I closed my eyes again and said, "You shouldn't do that to me." He looked guilty. "I didn't mean to scare you, especially not that much," he added with a smile, "I had just managed to get in when you woke up and freaked out."

I reopened my eyes and sat up. "So…" I said. "What's up?" He smiled even more. "'What's up?' I didn't expect you to use such modern phrases. But nevertheless, I was just coming here to check on you. I don't like it that you are here all alone." I was glad he thought so; I did not enjoy or feel safe while I was being by myself.

I gave him a smile. His eyes drifted to my drawing pad, still open to the page of my drawing of him. I smiled sheepishly. I had nothing to say, it was completely, unmistakably him, there was no room for confusion. His eyes were still glued to the page. "This is really good," he said. I just shrugged it off.

"Hey, can I draw you? Like, now?" I asked him. Maybe with a live model I could draw him better. He gave a nod in affirmative. I took the pad, flipped to a new page, and poised the pencil just a few centimeters from the paper. I looked at him. "Try not to move," I told him. I touched the graphite to the pad lightly at first, merely tracing the most basic outlines. Then I proceeded to define his jawline, his cheekbones, and the shape of his face.

I spent a lot of time thinking in between lines, but every stroke of my pencil was very precise and exact. They grew ever more confident and harder. I did not touch the eraser once. We were incredibly silent, the CD's playlist had ended, but I just concentrated completely on the drawing before me. He did a very good job of staying still, and he seemed completely at ease. His red eyes, however, did not waver from my own. His expression was hard, yet there was a softness in his eyes that contradicted the rest of his face.

We spent nearly the entire afternoon there. We were only interrupted by the cramping of my hand and the rumbling of my stomach. I put the pad down, stretched my fingers and my spine, and rubbed my eyes. "I'm going to have to go eat," I told him. He replied saying he would accompany me. I then asked him if he was simply missing out class, and if his coven mates ("Siblings," he had corrected me) were going to miss him. He motioned towards the window. I just stared at him blankly. "It's sunny," he pointed out. I nodded. Yes, I though, I am very aware of the weather.

He just got up and walked towards the patch of sunlight. He extended his arm, and light seemed to explode from him. The light reflected everywhere, making my room sparkle. Looking closely, I saw he glittered, and his skin seemed to be made of little facets, just like diamonds. I got up from the bed as fast as I could and made my way towards him. I touched his hand. It was just as cold and soft as I thought it was. I turned it around, marveled. I traced with my fingers from his wrist to the inside of his arm all the way up to his elbow. I took hold of his wrist and stepped further into the sunlight. The light spots doubled. I touched his face, now also sparkling with my other hand.

He pulled his hands away from my hold, but before I could feel the hurt, he put them on both sides of my face. Slowly, ever so gently, he leaned in. I closed my eyes just as our lips made contact.

Hey there! So, you guys might have noticed in these two past chapters I have added a lot more dialogue. What do you think about it? Finally, huh? Remember to review :)