AHH. I was in a rush when I wrote this, so if it sucks, I apologize! xD I wanted to get something out, but I didn't have any written. :) FYI: I DO know that not everything is the same in Jasper's backstory in this episode. I changed it so it would fit the storyline. :) xx


* Rosalie, Jasper and Bella go back to the Cullen household…

"Jazz, Jazz," Emmett was calling, seemingly out of breath, even though I knew he wasn't. His broad, strong chest was heaving up and down with nervousness, and his eyes were wide with something that appeared to be fury. "Carlisle talked to Tanya." His eyes quickly met with mine before he looked back to Jasper.

"And? What did she say?" my boyfriend asked, his eyes now wide, too.

Emmett shook his head. "I'm not really sure. All I know is that she's with Edward." Again, his eyes found mine before retreating back to Jasper's.

"So, they really are married?" I asked, my voice stronger than I'd expected.

He sighed and nodded.

"Well? Where's Carlisle?" Jasper asked quickly.

"His study."

Before I could process what was going on, Jazz had disappeared up the stairs.

I felt Rosalie's strong hand on my shoulder. "Bella," she said, biting her lip, "do you want to go see what I bought you?"

Knowing that she only wanted to make me feel better, I nodded and stifled a sigh, following her up the steps and to her bedroom.

* 15 minutes later…

After Rosalie showed me the lingerie, green evening gown and ankle bracelet she bought me, Jasper came storming into the room.

"Bella," he said, low and sounding breathless. "I need to talk to you."

"How about me?" Rose asked, astounded by Jasper's sudden entrance.

He looked toward her, but shook his head. "I just… I really need to speak with Bella right now, okay? I'll come in and talk to you later, Rose."

Rosalie shrugged, just as I stuffed everything she bought me into the bags and pushed myself off the bed. "I'll just listen; don't worry," she said, smiling and taking her Cosmopolitan magazine onto her lap.

Jasper took my wrist in his fingers and led me out of the bedroom, giving me enough time to take a few deep breaths before he dragged me into his room, closing the door tightly behind him.

"They're coming here."

I blinked a few times. "What?"

"Tanya and Edward. They're coming here."

My heart began beating, quicker than normal. I blinked again, waiting for further explanation, but realized I wouldn't be getting any from Jasper. My eyes met with his and he bit his lip, tucking his arms behind his back.

"Why do you always do that?" I asked, curiously.

He looked taken aback, because his eyes widened. "What do you mean?" he asked, unmoving.

"You stand like that," I explained, "all the time."

Jasper looked down at the rug, taking his arms from behind his back and looking at his fingers. For the first time, I realized they were scarred and bruised, imperfections lining each of his fingers and up the length of his arms. "Force of habit, I suppose," he murmured, with a small shrugged. "I didn't realize I still did it."

"Still?"

He raised and lowered one shoulder again, stepping forward and behind me enough to sit on his bed, taking me down on his lap. I managed to smile at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Edward never told you about me?"

My eyebrows pulled together in the middle. "No, he never talked about any of you guys, really. Just in the beginning he did."

"I was a Confederate soldier, ma'am," he said, with a wink of his left eye. I blushed wildly and nodded, waiting for him to continue. "You know, the Civil War?"

"No, I missed that lesson in seventh grade," I replied sarcastically, and he only chuckled.

"Then I met Maria."

Again, my eyebrows furrowed and I shook my head, confused. "Who's-"

"She changed me," he said, interrupting my words. I guessed it was because he didn't want her name to be repeated. "It wasn't Carlisle, or any of my family."

I cuddled into his chest, rested my head on his shoulder. He looked down at me, running his fingers through my hair.

"It was her. And… then I found out she was just using me. She only wanted me for my ability to manipulate and sense emotions, and to train her army."

My fingers found their way to the bruises and white, raised scars on his arms. They traced over them, before I lifted his left arm and pressed my warm lips to one of his cold scars on his knuckle.

He closed his eyes tightly. "She was making a vampire army for a reason I was never really sure of. But what I really didn't get was why I believed all her lies; you know, that she really loved me and wanted to be with me. Really, she was willing to risk my life for hers. She never cared."

"How did you get out?" I whispered, almost afraid to ask.

"One night, a young vampire - maybe around the age of fourteen - was feeling things that no person, of any age or kind, should feel. He came to me and asked to die, so I did as he wished. Not long after that did I realize I was just a puppet for…" He trailed off, his words dying on his tongue before he could say her name.

"Maria," I finished for him.

He tucked his lips in his mouth and looked down at me. "Esme found me," Jasper murmured. "She told me I was just like her, but only a little different. She explained that I could come back to her home, and meet her son, Edward, who would be living the same lifestyle as me. And, just to get back at… her, I left with Esme."

"So, that's why it's so hard for you to accept the fact that she's choosing Edward? Because she rescued you?"

Jasper sighed. "I guess so."

"I love you," I whispered, "more than anyone ever could."

He smiled brightly down at me and pressed a kiss to my lips. "They'll be here in less than a few days."

A lump formed in my throat, since I knew he was speaking about Edward and Tanya. I didn't want to think about Edward being with someone else, but even worse, I didn't want to think about Jasper getting hurt… because of me.

"We have to get you out of here," he said quickly, lifting me so I was standing up. He got up, too, and stood next to me. "I can take you to Jacksonville to be with your mother, if you'd like. I would say you could stay with Charlie, but it's too close. When he realizes you're not here, that's the first place he'd-"

"No!" I said, a little too quickly. "I want to stay. I need to stay."

He looked confused.

"If I don't face him now, when will I?"

Jasper looked down at his hands before raking his fingers through his golden locks. "You want to see him, don't you, Bella?"

My cheeks turned bright red and I shook my head briskly. "Are you crazy? I never want to see him again my life if I don't have to!"

"And you don't!" he shouted, grabbing both of my wrists. "I'm getting you out of here, Bella. Please."

"No," I objected. "I need to get him out of my life, okay?"

He pursed his lips and stepped away from me. "This might just bring him back into it, Bella."

My eyes went wide, and shock filled my veins. "You think I'd actually resort to him again? You honestly believe that I'd go back to him, after falling so in love with you? Jasper, are you… are you on crack?"

His eyes got big and his cheeks swelled with laughter, but he tried to stifle his loud chuckles. "Crack?"

I gave him an extremely stern look, before planting my hands on my hips.

"Bella…"

"I don't want to see him, but I have to, okay? Trust my decision," I whispered, before turning around and heading for the door.

I felt strong, cold, firm arms around my waist, pulling me back into his chest. "Oh no you don't, my love!" he hollered, laughing as he yanked me back into the bedroom.

A loud chain of laughs escaped my mouth, and I was lightly thrown onto the bed. "Jasper!" I laughed, but was silenced by his mouth on mine. I kissed him slowly, wiggling my way between his legs to lay more comfortably.

His legs straddled my waist and he kissed me back, passionately but softly, his hands on my hips. I breathed easily, trying to fill my lungs as much I could before he kissed me again.

"Ooooh, Belllllla!" Rosalie sang, probably skipping down the hallway.

I groaned and pulled away from Jasper, looking into his eyes quickly. Before I knew it, he was at the door, locking it, then back on top of me, his lips racing with mine again. I laughed and twirled my fingers around his hair, pulling his face closer so his nose was squished with mine.

"Hey! Let me in!" Rosalie said, pounding on the door.

"No!" Jasper said, his voice muffled because I refused to let my lips separate from his.

"Ugh! You can't fuck each other while I'm in the house, guys! Please!"

I laughed and pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him away only slightly. "We can't ignore her."

His eyes were wide. "Yes, love, we can."

"No you can't!" Rose yelled, sounding whiny.

I groaned and ground my hips against Jasper's, wishing his jeans were off. "You're right," I moaned a little, "we can."

He grinned and kissed me again, both of us blocking out Rosalie's annoyed whines.

;D Jazella lemon? Maybe? Eh? xD :) Please review! I love hearing from you guys. :)) xx [AND THAT WAY, I CAN BREAK 100 REVIEWS!]