Bella

Driving up to La Push wasn't a big deal. Saying my excuses for not answering Jacob's calls for two days, well, about that…

I parked my red Chevy, which was amazingly still alive, and got out. Leah was there, just putting on a pair of jeans as she walked out of the woods. She hated me for some odd reason and didn't really talk to me unless she had to. She paused when she spotted me, that scowl that she always used for me sporting across her face.

"Swan," She greeted when she got close enough. Her nose wrinkled in disgust, "You stink."

"Yeah, that's what happens when you hang out with vampires." I retorted sarcastically.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise and her dark eyes filled with anger, "Fucking vamps again? You just can't get enough, can you?"

"It's not like that."

"Right, just like it wasn't like that with Edward. You just can't contain yourself, Swan. You're like those people off of those shows who can't stop hoarding. It's sad really, you should get help." And with that, she lopped away.

Leah had been through a lot. She used to date Sam and then he went all werewolf and secretive on her. After that he got more distant and imprinted on her cousin. I would probably act like Leah if that ever happened to me. I would feel so betrayed.

"Isabella Marie Swan!" The shout made birds fly from the trees. Not good.

I immediately froze up, refusing to turn around to face my fate. It was Jake; I could feel his eyes burning into my back. He was livid and I would have to calm him quickly. I turned feebly and cautiously looked into his furious eyes. He was shaking from the lack of control.

"Hey, Jake." I waved incompetently.

He didn't reply, but walked down the three steps of his house to stand in front of me. his big arms were crossed, his fists crunched into fists. He gnashed his teeth, his eyes searching my face and his nostrils flaring from my scent.

"Where the hell have you been?" He more or less growled.

"W-With Jasper." I replied shakily, taking a small step back.

"I know, he came to see me. I thought your ass was dead, Bella! You didn't answer any of my calls!" He shouted, throwing his burly arms up in the air in vexation.

"I know, I'm sorry." I said calmly. I placed my hands on his face, filling the muscles flex and tighten. I rubbed my fingers into his russet skin, "You need to calm."

It took awhile, but his arms wrapped around me tightly, a little too tight, but he sighed and held me close to his brawny torso, "I worry about you, Bella. You know that."

"I know," I huffed, "And…I'm sorry."

…

"I don't get it. If he wants to kill you, why does he hang around you?" Jacob asked, eyebrows knitted as he threw a rock into the water. I shrugged, handing him another stone.

"He seems fine, but also dangerous. I don't know if I should trust him." And it was true. I liked Jasper. Probably more than I should. He made me feel safe, besides the whole killing part, and made me laugh. He was attractive and had a little treacherous air about him. It made me feel much better than how Edward did. His moves were impulsive, instinctive, based more on perception than sense and…I liked it.

Jacob seemed to be watching my face, "You like him, don't you?"

I sputtered and stood off the sandy ground, "That is none of your business!"

He scoffed and rolled his dark eyes, "Please, Bella. It's more than my business than you think."

"You're just nosy." I retorted, crossing my arms.

"Well!" He jeered highly, turning his head back to the sea sharply.

"You're silly and I'm going home. I'll see you later." I started away, but he grabbed my elbow.

"Just remember Bella, respond to his body how you would like him to respond to your's." He said cryptically.

I stared at him for a few seconds, "Are you queer?"

"Probably."

…

Dear Bella,

I know we haven't seen each other in a few months, but I miss you. You should come back to Phoenix for awhile, maybe go into University…

My eyes drifted over the lines. After that said, she started telling about sky diving, wanting to be a teacher…God, what was Phil doing with her. It looked like she still loved him and went googly-eyes so there was no reason to talk to her. I quickly typed a message back and sent it.

I whirled around in my chair and screeched when I saw Jasper on my bed, my cat purring as he petted her head, "God! Would you stop doing that?"

He smirked at me, his honey eyes dancing with mirth, "You should go see your mother. Ya know, take a load off." A heavy accent laced into his words, languid and panty-dropping.

"Oh, shut up." I grumbled, standing from my chair. I didn't want him to know what affect he had on me when he did that voice. He flashed a grin, putting an arm behind his head.

"Tell me something." He said. I looked at him, "How does your shield work?"

I considered the question, "When you guys left, I went into a depression and I guess it was there to keep me safe and for a protection from the world. I didn't realized I had it until Jacob got me made one day and I broke all the windows in his little house. I paid for them. But, back to the point, my shield is hard to control and I usually need to do meditation to control it. It's getting stronger the older I get, but I can use it for protection."

"Fascinating," He commented after a moment's pause, "I know someone who can help you. Eleazar is good with shields. I might give him a call."

"Thanks, that would help." Lucy skipped away, probably hungry.

Now that his lap was free, I thought of ways to use it. Jasper seemed to be thinking the same thing, "C'mere, Bella." It was that idle twang. I couldn't deny it. I sat on the edge of the bed and he grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him. I settled my hips on his and he brought his legs up so I could lean my back against them.

"I wasn't aware you had a job as a chair." I commented, giggling slightly.

He rolled his golden eyes and bucked his hips into mine, "Wouldn't you like that." I resisted the urge to do the same and lifted my bottom half off of his. I didn't want things to get out of hand. He sat up and placed himself in the crook of my neck. He took deep breaths and I tried to focus.

"I-It," I paused as his lips brushed my skin, "It seems easier now, for you, I mean."

"Hmmm?" He hummed, wrapping his arms around my waist to bring me closer. God, if Charlie busted in, this would be weird. Oh, he was just smelling me, dad, no big deal.

"Your thirst. You're this close to my neck and I don't feel a bite." I teased halfheartedly.

"Would you like to?" His teeth scraped along my throbbing pulse point softly, but it made my stomach tighten fascinatingly. His teeth pressed to my skin, and then his cool tongue would comfort the pain and lick across apologetically.

I needed friction, down there. The only thing that was down there was his hips. I grinded lightly at first, and when he didn't protest, I moved harder. The feeling was creating the delicious feeling in my abdomen and I wrapped both my arms around his neck, burying one in his curly hair.

Whatever we were doing, he must've snapped out of it, because he was across the room in a hot second, leaving me on the bed panting and red. He stared at me with coal black, lust-filled eyes then he was gone.

I sat there for a second, grasping what just happened then snapped, "Fucking vampires!"

…

"Morning, dad." I greeted him with a fake smile and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He smiled back at me and dug into the breakfast I made him. I went upstairs, quickly changing into a long night shirt and let Lucy out.

"So, how did things go with Jasper?" Charlie asked I emerged back downstairs. At that vampire's name, my stomach flipped-flopped and butterflies flew. But, my fiery anger quickly killed the butterflies and ordered my abdomen to stop moving.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the door, "I fucking hate him and his family."

Charlie's eyes widened at my language and anger in my voice. He looked back down at his food as an awkward silence filled the air, "Well, I'm fishing with Harry today so I won't be back till around six."

He left and I fell on my butt, placing my head in my hands. How could I have been so fucking stupid? Jasper, Edward's brother and Alice's…husband, and I almost went to second base. What the hell is wrong with me? He's my ex best friend's man, but he made me feel…so wanted.

I had never felt that way and it felt good. Jasper was like fire, dangerous, hot, and irresistible to not play with. And then there was Edward, he was ice, cold, hard, and prude. But, also perfect, like a perfect cube. Fire created scars and Jasper had many of them. I spot some up his arms and on his neck, just the more rush.

I didn't hear him come in. He stood in front of me with lighter eyes than yesterday and clean clothes. His calm face made me angry, killing off the last of the butterflies. Annoying, pesky bugs, that's all they were.

I stood, tugging down my short night shirt, "What the hell do you want?" Then walked around him so I could grab the dishes off the table.

He followed me of course, "Why are you mad? I think you came onto me." He tried to joke about it. I whirled around to face him, my hands slipping so the dishes fell to the floor.

The glass didn't dither our resentment, "Excuse me? I think you have it the other way around!"

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed heavily, looking away from me and at the back door, "The cat wants to come in." I dashed to the back entrance, blocking it from his reach.

"I don't give a flying monkey shit! Tell me what happened yesterday!" I demanded. His long arms were suddenly slammed against the door, missing my head narrowly and breaking the glass. I didn't back down.

He leaned to my throat, his lips at my ear, "You know I could kill you right now. I could suck the fucking life out of your skinny ass and watch your eyes turn insensible. It would make my day, Bella." He drew out my name teasingly. My stomach clenched again and the butterflies revived with a vengeance.

"I-I know." I faltered.

"Yet you stand here." He avowed, an edge to his smooth, yet rough voice.

He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine. They were dark gold, but in control, "Because…" I couldn't finish.

He crooked a fine brow, "Because?"

"You said you don't play with your food." I alleged sensitively.

He stared at me, searching my face for something. He must've found it because he dropped his arms to my ass, slapping each hand to my bottom and pulling me towards him. Our hips met and I gasped out a moan. The fire was coursing through my veins, from my feet to my hairline. My toes curled as his lips trailed down my throat, leaving warm trails. He ducked his hands under my short dress and gripped me more firmly. A growl rumbled from his chest as my hands reached his hair and tugged. I was putty in his hands and I'm sure he knew it.

He pushed me roughly against the door and I could hear meows outside, I didn't care. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips. His fingers moved under my shirt, pressing against the heated skin until he reached the bottom of my breasts. He didn't ask for permission, he didn't need it. He could do whatever he wanted. His cool thumbs pressed to my nipples, causing me to cry out and yank harder into his hair. I could feel his cocky smirk.

With a growl, his lips suddenly descended on mine. I was not prepared for the feeling. They were smooth and cool, his breath sweet and mouthwatering like his smell. His tongue pushed between my lips and I moaned in pleasure, pushing my core against his. That seemed to be too much for him, because I suddenly fell to the floor, gasping, hair a mess, and lips tingling.

I raised my eyes to see him across the room, eyes black. His lips were set in a firm line and his posture was tense. The flashes of what just happened flickered behind my eyes.

God, I was such a slut. Tears filled my eyes and I brought my knees to my chest, choking for air.