Bella

"Mine!"

I thought Jasper would be happy to see me. Or at least give me that slow, smoldering grin. He didn't. He glanced at me for about four seconds before turning his gaze onto Peter. Peter. The man who protected me and betrayed the Volturi just to help Jasper out. Jasper's face transformed into fury, his teeth gnashing and his eyes wild. Peter didn't even falter, his eyes not widening nor did he slide into a crouch. I watched with shock as Jasper lunged and tackled Peter. They landed in the green grass damaging the natural process of plants and tearing into the earth. I stepped back as I watched them blur around each other, growling with curses on their lips. I flipped through my memories; I couldn't find any of them being as aggressive as this Jasper. Had something changed while I was gone?

A woman, clothed in Alice's too tight clothing, stood, her eyes instantly casting over with worry. Alice was hissing out explicates, her arms bent awkwardly at the elbow. Esme was helping said daughter off the ground, trying to find a proper bone to twist the frame back into. Rosalie was hovering over Emmett, her eyes wide with caution and care, her husband groaning softly. I identified the woman as Charlotte, her dark curls made my memories of her flash through my eyes. She didn't look like the woman I had met before, her eyes were darker and concerned and her stance looked weak, like she was unable to do anything. This was ridiculous because she was also a part of the Volturi. But she was Peter's mate, so she was bound to follow him anyway. But that didn't explain why they were doing all this.

"Stop it, Jasper!" She suddenly wailed, her voice filled with utter despair. I followed her heated gaze to see Jasper on top of Peter, his teeth inches from Peter's face. Peter struggled, his hands pressing roughly against Jasper's chest to keep him as far away from him as possible. I could see Peter's shoulders suddenly change, stiffening, his eyes turned hard and unresponsive, losing the crimson color, his face turned icy and his mouth set in a firm line. Charlotte stopped screaming, her eyes widening his shock and she even took a step back. Jasper snarled with fury while Peter pressed his feet into my boyfriend's chest, sending him flying a couple feet away. My mouth fell open. Jasper didn't even falter; his feet pressing against the earth to send him towards Peter again. He pounced and Peter dodged out of the way at the last second. Jasper's fist pounded loudly through the dirt, dust flying everywhere and the ground shaking like an small earthquake. Peter landed a few feet away, his stance crouched and ready. Jasper yanked his hand roughly from the ground and scowled. I could see it in his eyes. This was a life or death duel.

They both charged at the same second and Charlotte screamed. I had one chance to decide. Before I knew it, my feet were hitting the ground rapidly and my eyes were burning from the overwhelming sensations filling me up. As I finally landed between them, there was a loud, collective gasp as the two men both snarled wildly. The collision was just what I expected; I would get hurt. The undeniable agony on the left side of my body had me screeching out. There was a keening sound in my ear and my vision blurred, my vampire body twitching and trying to find the source to my painful endurance. My arm felt like it was burning. But it couldn't be.

Because I didn't have an arm.

It had been detached from my body, now flopping in the grass a couple inches away from me. I whimpered when I saw my limb, trying to force the image out of my head already. Everything had happened so fast so I had no idea who had taken off my arm. I didn't particularly care at the moment. Sickly sweet venoms flowed down the shirt Peter had given me and my nose wrinkled from the offending smell. My body was starting to go into panic mode. My legs were frozen and my eyes were searching for any escape. Fight or flight? Maybe a little bit of both. I couldn't do much with one arm, but fleeing seemed like the best plan at the time. Finally, my senses came back to me; I didn't know if it was seconds or minutes or hours. Warm, well, it felt warm to me, hands pulled me up into a lap and I could finally feel my left arm. My side was still burning viciously and I choked up as it was reattached gently. I stared into familiar golden eyes.

"T-Thanks, Edward." Even though I didn't want to thank him at all. He nodded then glanced over my shoulder. I still couldn't move my left arm so I rubbed it with my right, trying to will the finger to at least twitch. My shirt was ripped, not at all the material it was before, it hung off my body like a scrap of paper. I tore it off of me, ignoring the fact my bra barely did enough to hold my bigger breasts. I could practically feel Edward's shock and embarrassment, but he ignored it, peeling off his own blue button down to hand to me. I stared down at it, slightly shocked that he would share something like this with me. The saccharine scent made my nose wrinkle again, but I shrugged it on anyway. I realized I couldn't even clasp the buttons together. Edward reached forward eagerly, but another pair of hands beat him to it. Peter was there, his face crestfallen and his hair a mess. He buttoned my shirt quickly and professionally before helping me up.

"This is going to hurt a bit, Bella." I didn't even have enough time to ask what before he suddenly snapped my arm. It felt like he had broken it in two and I hissed loudly in agony. I gripped the arm and glowered at him until I realized I was able to move it. I bent it back and forth then smiled up at him. He shrugged, "Old trick." He pushed back my hair behind my ear, "Sorry, Bella." He sounded sorry for more than one thing. I didn't know if it was for my arm or he was just sorry for anything he had did to hurt me.

There was a loud curse behind me and a hard thump against the ground. I whirled around to see Emmett practically on top of Jasper. Jasper's knees were pressed against the earth and his hands were held by the Cullen, straining against the bone and skin. I growled and stomped over to them, glaring at Emmett. He seemed shocked by my reaction, "Let him go!" I snarled angrily and shoved him away with my newfound strength, my arm aching dully. Emmett stumbled and cradled his injured limb as he fell onto his bottom. Jasper was up the next second, his eyes hesitant and cautious as he stared at me. I wasn't sure what to say. I had been back only seven minutes and people were hurt, and I was one of them! I stared at him, crooking a brow when he didn't make a sound or movement.

He suddenly grinned slow and smoldering and Jasper, "Sunshine…" He breathed out a sigh of relief, gathering me in his arms. The emotions bouncing off of him made me giggle. He was beyond happy; he was elated and gleeful. His love pulsed through me like a virus, taking over every last morsel of my being. His body crushed against mine, and it would've probably killed me if I was human. I embraced him with just as much enthusiasm. He breathed me in hastily, his arms tightening as he kissed my cheek before dragging his tongue up the skin. I leaned away, intoxicated from his scent. His licked his lips from my taste and then clashed his lips over mine. He growled into my mouth, tangling his hands in my hair, fisting it roughly as his teeth bit into my bottom lips, tugging it while his tongue dragged across the flesh apologetically. Small whimpers slipped through my throat involuntarily.

A high voice broke through my desired haze, "Ugh! We don't have time for this!" I was suddenly yanked away from Jasper. I hissed in outrage as my body was swung around, farther away from Jasper and put behind another person. Edward stood in front of me solicitously, almost greedily. I glowered at the back of his head as Jasper stared down at the space I had been. A slow, building, terrifying growl was cascading from his throat and he flashed his eyes up to the bronze haired vampire.

"Don't take away what is mine." He snarled out, his teeth clenched together and his fists shaking. I was almost frightened just by the sound of his growl. I took a step away from Edward though. If Jasper was to lunge again, I didn't want to be hurt a second time.

"She's not yours!" Edward bit out, his tone harsher than I had ever heard it. I had never seen him so angry, so furious at something I couldn't comprehend. My eyebrows furrowed as Jasper stood fluidly, his eyes blazing into Edward's skull. He appeared to be begging, asking the Cullen for something. I couldn't pin my finger on it. I had never seen Jasper like that, "You're such a hypocrite! Once the fingers turn on you, you act like Bella isn't in the middle of it."

"What?" I frowned, becoming anxious as everyone stiffened. Rosalie stopped talking, Alice's chin shook, Esme looked away, ashamed, Emmett rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, Peter grimaced, as if he was in pain, Charlotte took a step back, and Carlisle glanced down at his lap, at lost for words. I turned back to Edward, "What're you talking about? Stop spewing nonsense." I gripped his arm tightly and he didn't even blink at the pressure. His teeth gnashed and his jaw clicked audibly. He was holding back something. I could see it in all their faces.

What was going on?

"Jasper?" I put my attention back on him, curious. He was looking at the ground, his hands tucked in his pockets, but I could see the outline of his fist crunching against the palms. I tilted my head slightly to the side and started towards him, reaching out a hand, "Jasper…?"

Edward stopped me with a steely arm and a hard glare that shocked me. He turned back to Jasper, "Just tell her, brother." He practically spat at him, "Tell her what you really are. Show her what she really means to you!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jasper suddenly roared, his face livid and his eyes pitch black. I flinched away, my emotions screaming at me to run from the threat, but squashed it down. This was Jasper we were talking about. His features softened when his dark eyes landed on me, "She's my everything."

"Don't lie now." Rosalie scoffed arrogantly, "She's going to find out one way or another. They'll be here in a few hours. It would be better if she just heard it from you besides getting kidnapped."

I still didn't understand. Who were they? Why would they try to kidnap me? What was I going to find out? What were they hiding from me? "Kidnapped?" I voiced my thoughts, surprise in my sweet voice then glanced back at Jasper, "Jasper, what're they talking about?" He refused to meet my gaze. I could feel the dread creeping up on me, "Jasper…please. Talk to me." I could now hear the begging in my voice. My stomach twisted.

His fists tightened, "I-I meant to tell you…earlier…before all this…" He whispered, his voice thick and his eyes keeping away from my face. I leaned forward against Edward's arm, straining to apprehend, "I just didn't want to hurt you, Sunshine."

"Hurt…me?" I murmured, my eyes wide and confused. Jasper would never hurt me. He wasn't capable of it. Jasper was filled with too much love and happiness for such a thing of hurting someone. Suddenly, I felt his emotions slam into me. Despair, truth, depression, anguish, loyalty, love, panic, and fury pounded into my body. I struggled to remain upright. What could have caused these hectic emotions? Not me. Of course not. Nothing I could possibly do to him. I couldn't hurt Jasper even if I tried.

Peter sighed, "Just tell her the truth, Jasper. For once."

"What," I snarled out, becoming agitated and cautious, "is he talking about?"

"Tell her!" Edward shouted, throwing his hands up, "Tell her, you son of a bitch!" When Jasper didn't even bat an eyelash, Edward growled in anger, "Fine. I will." He gripped my shoulders hard and stared me coldly in the eye, "Jasper is—"

"Working for the Volturi." My boyfriend broke in quietly. I snapped my head to him, blinking rapidly. Esme's mouth fell open and Alice fell to her knees, her slim shoulders shaking. Edward released me, shocked that Jasper had actually admitted it while Peter let out a sigh of what seemed like relief. Me? I was shaking.

"W-What?" I whispered, my lips shaking.

Jasper's eyes finally locked with mine and I flinched back at the undeniable agony in the dark orbs. His mouth was set in a firm line, his hair hanging in his face and his posture vulnerable. He opened his mouth then clenched his teeth before repeating, "I'm working for the—"

"I heard what you fucking said!" The voice didn't sound like me at all; nor sweet or beautiful. It sounded monstrous, heartbroken, in agony. I couldn't stop myself from gripping my hair in obvious frustration, pulling on the long, luscious locks. He walked closer to me, trying to close the giant gap between us, but I stumbled a few feet away. I didn't want to be anywhere near him. He reached out towards me, "Don't touch me!"

He cringed away, his hands shaking as they dropped back to his sides, "Bella…I was going to tell you—"

"Don't! Just don't!" I pulled harshly on my tresses, trying to will myself to calm down when I felt the stabbing pain. Peter took a step towards me.

"Stop. Hurting. Yourself." He said sternly, but made no move to stop me.

I reluctantly tore my hands away from my head and glanced back at Jasper, "What else? What else have you hid from me?"

"He was owed the Volturi some guards. He needs one more. And now you're a vampire…" Peter trailed off and peered over at me curiously with a determined expression.

My world shattered. Really. It did. Into a billion pieces of nothing. Nothing. Nothing. My heart, if it hadn't already been dead, would've stopped beating. I'm sure my emotions showed on my face because everyone else's features twisted with pity and sadness. Had everything been a lie? Right down from my nickname to the love? Was I just a pawn in his game? Just to seduce me? Just to use me? I fell to my knees, my hands digging into the brown dirt, my fingernails slicing into the roots of pants. My lungs felt to my stomach and my stomach fell to my feet. I suddenly felt lightheaded, my eyes blurring, as if I were to cry. Everything was a lie. Lie. Lie. Lie.

LIES!

"Please," Jasper was begging, stepping towards my crumbled form, "Please, let me just explain. Sunshine—"

My body lit on fire, worse than my first death, "Don't call me that! Don't ever call me that!" I couldn't help but look at him with heavy disgust, "I don't even know you! It took you three years! Three years to get over your wife and you come and tell me you love me, make love with me, treat me like I mean something! Did you ever even love me at all? Or am I just your ticket out?" I was ranting, screaming at that point, my nails digging deeper into the earth. I wanted to bury myself. Jasper stared, wide eyed, at me with shock. Silent sobs wracked through my frame, shaking in the cool air, "H-How could you do this to me? How could you…" I placed my hands over my mouth to muffles the pathetic blubbering. I wished so much I could cry at that moment, to feel my puffy eyes swollen from producing so much liquid. I wanted to feel my cheeks heat up and my hair be a complete mess when I was done. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip jasper limb from limb until he begged for death.

But I knew I couldn't do that.

Because I was deeply and utterly in love with him. So much that it hurt. I ahd came back for him, searching for my only love in the world and I come back to this. I had chosen to be changed for him. Chosen to think about marrying him. Thought about leaving everything behind for him. Why? Why? Why?

Familiar footsteps rushed towards me and I slid away hurriedly, slamming my back into the oak tree, hearing it creak under my body. Jasper appeared shocked at how much I wanted to get away from him. I was desperate to. To get far away from him and to stop my stomach from twisting, like I had been stabbed with a bunch of butcher knives.

Fight or flight?

"Bella, I wasn't going to do it. I won't let you take you away." He muttered, reaching out a hand.

"Jasper, you touch her and you lose that hand." Peter grounded out as he stood several inches away, "She isn't thinking straight. She's about to take off. We need to get her out of here."

Jasper's face hardened and his hand curled into a fist, inches away from my face, "You're right." Peter shoved Jasper back away from me and Jasper snarled out a harsh curse in a foreign language.

"No. You're definitely not coming anywhere near her. Don't you think you've done enough?" He turned and grasped my arm casually while I cringed away, practically shaking like a leaf. He suddenly gripped my shoulders, shaking me at Jasper, "Look at her. Look. At. Her. Do you see what you have done? Do you see what you have made?" I had never seen Peter so livid, even though I had been with him only a few days, "Charlotte, Edward, and I will leave with Bella and find a safe spot. You all stay here and take care of the Volturi."

Edward's face remained stoic.

"Why Edward?" Alice asked suspiciously.

Charlotte spoke up, hands on hips, "Rosalie is useless, Emmett is an idiot, all Esme does is cries, Carlisle knows the Volturi, Jasper got everyone into this mess, and I honestly don't like you, Alice. So if the Volturi take you, it won't make a difference."

Everyone nodded, agreeing with her.

"Yeah."

"It really wouldn't."

"Yep."

Esme frowned, "I don't just cry."

"And Edward can read minds. It'll be easier for her to take up the veggie diet if he's around." Charlotte continued.

Peter dragged me around Jasper forcibly, "C'mon," he glanced down at me, "we need to get your cat."

…

…

Game over.

And it's funny. Because that's all I was to him.

A game.

…

…

"Charlotte, drop Bella's cat off at Fred's." Peter ordered and Charlotte scooped up the cat while I tried not to listen to the heartbeat. Spencer hissed at me on the way out, her green eyes filled with hatred, thinking I was an intruder. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch her, which seemed like a crazy idea since I would probably snap her tiny neck. Peter blurred into my room while I slammed my body down on the familiar couch. Freesias and honey waved into my nose and I shifted uncomfortably. I did smell good when I was a human. I heard the sound of glass breaking and walls being broken through. Peter was obviously trying to make it look like a struggle; that was my story, being kidnapped. Kind of ironic, don't you think?

Pete threw me a tan stripped shirt that showed off my shoulders, was fuzzy and warm and smelled of Spencer and strawberries. The sleeves were too long, but I knew it was mine. I could dully remember buying the shirt. He gave me a pair of black leggings next and I reluctantly put them on. Fabric annoyed me.

I was trying to think of anything else besides Jasper. His name flowed through my mind though, slapping my heart whenever the reminders flashed my eyes. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was being smothered from the memories. Every time he touched me was a lie, every time he talked to me was a lie, everything he told me was a lie, every time he told me he loved was a lie. Every kiss, every hug, every word…was a lie. I hung my head in shame. Why wasn't I able to tell before? Was I that oblivious? Maybe that was what Fred and Brenda were trying to warn me; Jasper wasn't the one for me.

Yet I couldn't see myself without him. Without his smile and cheesy lines and smothering kisses. I couldn't find myself without his hand in mine and his lips on my skin. I couldn't imagine without his long unruly hair and his rough palms. I couldn't go on without him. I was desperate for every touch, desperate for every word, desperate…for every lie.

The door was suddenly barged open as I heard peter zip up the suitcase. I immediately stood, moving as far away as possible before my back hit the wall. Jasper walked towards me, his eyes pained, pleading with me to understand. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I yelled out protests and threats, begging him to leave, begging him to just leave me alone. Hadn't he done enough? Did he want to rub it in? was he going to take me to the Volturi himself? He stopped inches from me, my form shaking and my eyes wide. Jasper took in my frightened expression, my anguished emotions, and my throbbing heart. He stepped closer, his eyes prodding mine, trying to make me believe, to make me understand…

He placed both arms on either side of me, trapping me with his body. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. The tingles broke across my body; from my hairline to my toes. Even in all the aftermath, he was still mine and I was still his. When a sob broke through my hazy moment, he pulled back, "I…I…" He couldn't find anything to say. Nothing he could say could get him out of this.

"Get away from me." My voice shook, unable to carry the threat and anger. I placed my hands on his chest, preparing to shove him from me. He gripped my wrist tightly and stared at my face. I began to become frantic, "Get away! Get away from me!" I pushed him back and tried to grab me again.

"Bella, Bella, Bella!" he called my name over and over again, "Sunshine!"

I finally responded. That nickname. That name that made butterflies swarm in my belly, "What?"

He stared at me, his hand cupping my right cheek, "I'm so sorry."

He couldn't be. After everything, he couldn't be. He lied. Again. And again, "Me, too." Then I shoved him away and he stumbled back just as Peter came out with a small red suitcase.

He glowered at Jasper, "C'mon, Bella. We're leaving." I hurried after him, and followed him to the window. It was dark; so no humans were out. We were forced to jump due to all the people in the lobby downstairs. Just as I was about to jump, Jasper whispered.

"I love you, Sunshine."

Then I jumped, leaving him behind.

This chapter actually made me cry. Please, Please, Please review for me! I feel like I was kind of rough on Jasper.

Until next time, my lovelies…