YES! I have an ending for Dusk yes! None of you will ever guess it. I know. Well here is chapter 6. You finally get to see Amber's "other side". I'll probably be updating like crazy now I have an ending, so yeah. Expect great things kay?

Disclaimer: Stephenie Not me. Got it? Good.

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"Amber! Watch your back! Here comes another!" Mistrel yelled as she sliced open a werewolf's throat. As the beast leapt to grab me, I kicked it across the face before firing three warning shots--into its chest. The shots killed it instantly and it fell to the ground like a limp dead thing.

"Amber, your shooting is off today. Something on your mind? Eh?" Ami asked as she logged the wolf's data. However, I had no time to reply. Mistrel had now joined the conversation.

"I can't believe you have gotten good so fast! I'm glad I found you and not some weakling!" She stated patting me rather hard on the back. Snapping out of my daze, I turned to Mistrel.

"Any news of the vampires we are tracking?" I asked. In all actuality, this was the first time I had even heard the term "vampire" and actually believed in their existence. On top of that, I had no prior knowledge of any vampire lore, what they looked like, what to use against them, nothing. Just the fact they sucked blood.

"No. Not really. We do have leads in the area though." Mistrel replied wiping the sweat off her brow and sighing all at once.

"Nyah! We've only dealt with one before anyway. It was a quick battle too. Therefore, we didn't gather much info. I will confirm the fact that they do drink blood. Just keep your eyes open and don't get eaten, ok?" Ami stated happily before waving bye and following Mistrel out of the forest.

After we separated, I went straight to the main road. Once there, I ditched my bloody clothes in a nearby bush and revealed clean ones. With a sigh, I shook out my hair and headed home. Dan Man would be asleep by now; I'd just have to be quiet on the way in. I swelled with pride remembering Mistrel's words. However, the moment quickly dissipated as the sound of footsteps behind me neared.

"Dammit…." I mumbled knowing this enemy was human.

"Hey girlie! Why don't you come here? I'll pay ya…" The man hiccupped and tilted back and forth uneasily. He was obviously drunk. Shaking my head, I began to walk off, but he somehow grabbed a hold of my arm.

Screwing my face up into a scowl, I kicked the man in the face as gently as I could. Hopefully, that would be a good enough warning. However, it wasn't. The man just wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and kept pulling me in.

That's when something inside me…snapped. Sudden energy burst through my body and my limbs grew cold. The man's eyes grew big, almost as if he was seeing a monster.

"Back off." I threatened my voice much deeper and rougher than usual. The man just looked at me horror-stricken. Was there a werewolf behind me or something? In the time it took me to turn around, he grabbed his bottle and ran. In fact, I could see him quite a long ways away.

To my surprise, my legs carried me faster and quietly than usual. I didn't even have to use the front door to get in. I just jumped from the tree outside my window to the windowsill and in I was. Being a slayer had its perks I guess.

I moved as silent as a cat into my bathroom after gathering my pajamas. When I turned on the lights, I dropped them in shock. Something beautiful, something eerily strange and foreign that looked like me was staring back in the mirror. I rubbed my eyes. However, nothing happened. The image was still there.

Its eyes were a deep crimson color, its canines were elongated, and it even had pointed ears. I ran my hands over my face wondering whom this was staring back at me. Then I noticed; it was me.

I covered my mouth and feel to the floor, a searing pain working its way into my forehead. Flashes of red streaked across my vision as I grabbed my head in pain.

I breathed heavily, my limbs twitching uncontrollably. Suddenly, a thought I had pushed away resurfaced.

I was ten. These kids-- three boys and two girls-- had cornered me on the playground after school and were standing around me in a circle. Since I was in the process of growing, my body was clumsy and uncoordinated yet.

"You're weird. It pisses me off." Their leader stated picking up a nearby two by four and slapping me across the face with it. Soon, the other kids found sticks and started in. I tried to fight back by grabbing their sticks, but another would just hit my hands off it. The pain…the aching pain and feeling of my limbs swelling from the pressure was enough to make my body squirm all over again.

I fell unconscious some while after they started. I took that they believed I was dead and ran off. Lucky me. However, I looked like hamburger meat by the time anyone found me. They immediately called an ambulance and toted me to the hospital even though I said I was fine.

At the hospital, they told me that I had four broken ribs, a broken hand and arm, and slight internal bleeding. They told me I had a long recovery ahead of me. I showed them what I was made of though. Out of the estimated five-week recovery time, I recovered in a week.

I remember Danny sitting by me while I was loopy from the drugs, and taking care of me. I never once thought of him as an older brother. He was like my savior. Not only had he taken me in from the orphanage, he had loved me. Danny was always there for me, always taking care of my boo boo's and illnesses. If anything, he was my hero.

I could feel the pain starting to recede in the back of my skull. My breathing was still labored however. I had to calm myself down. Get myself back to normal…

After the incident, we moved to Colorado. I made it through middle school and even my freshmen year without a hitch. Then, the unthinkable happened again. Unluckily, this time it wasn't a bunch of kids with sticks, it was a kid with a gun.

This all started with death threats. Naïve as I was, I didn't think anything of it and simply tossed it. However, day after day, I kept getting letters saying the kids threatening me would come to school and kill me if I didn't leave. I had never done anything to them. I didn't even know who they were.

One day, I got tired of it and went to the principal's office and had the kids expelled. Next day at school, three of the six kids show up with guns and homemade bombs. Everything was in a panic, and it was all because of me. I had brought this on the students who had done nothing just like me. I had murdered the three closest people to me.

Oh, but it didn't stop there. When I was walking outside one day, I was jumped by the remaining kids and their gang. Once again, they proceeded to beat the crap out of me with metal pipes, brass knuckles, and a whip: usual torturing devices.

Even though I had two years of tae-kwon-do under my belt, it did nothing against the pipes and various weapons of choice. I'm happy to say, that I went down with a fight that day. I'd even broken one kids arm. However, the physical pain was nothing compared to my thoughts as I lay on the dirt path between a secluded park and my house.

I remember laying there, my eye so swollen I couldn't hardly see out of it. My mind was racing with ideas to get rid of myself. To just stop trying and give up. I had the feeling I was going to die laying there on that dirt road.

Just because I was stronger, faster and prettier than the other kids was no reason to pick on me. So what if I had weird eyes and strange athletic skill? Was that an excuse to hurt someone?

I felt my fist hit the cabinet, making a hole in the wood. I could feel blood trickling down my hand as I cried. Tears swelled and I gritted my teeth. I was normal! I had a life of my own! I was just like everyone else. Just like them.

Slowly, I recovered from my rage; I wiped away my tears and rose to my feet. The hideous and beautiful me was gone now. Only my swollen eyes and a horrible frown were fixed upon my face now. I clamored into the shower and let the anger and sorrow wash off me. As I did so, my limbs began to recover warmth. This was one grotesquely long night.

I threw on my jimjams and climbed into bed. Sleep was overcoming quick and calm. A tear was no longer shed and I felt somehow mentally stronger. The beast within me slept and I finally began to understand who and what I was.

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When I awoke the next morning, it was sunny and surprisingly bright. I took it as a good omen and a wish from the gods to have a good day off school. As I walked downstairs, I noticed Danny had already left and I was out of food. After going to the convenience store, I noticed sunshine changed moods in Forks. Everyone was happier and seemed more energetic.

I returned home, grabbed the paper, picked up the mail and headed toward the back door. After opening the door, I noticed a note hanging on the screen. Might I add that Jasper has perfect handwriting? I envy him.

"Amber we need to finish our talk!" Was written on the clean piece of parchment and signed with his address and signature. It eventually made me jealous, so I tossed it in a drawer as I changed into some clothes I could dye my hair in. I only had an hour, hardly enough time to get ready for him. Then again, he would always look better.

After waiting thirty minutes, I jumped in the shower and washed the dye out. I towel dried it; blow dried it, and straightened it into my characteristic spikes, happy with my results of black with a hint of blue mixed with my natural auburn tips.

Literally skipping out of the bathroom, I checked myself over in my mirror. I was wearing the usual get up dark jeans with holes in them, a band tee, a white studded belt and my beloved Converse. To make my look complete, I added a flourished eyeliner design and my (or what I took to be) mom's cross necklace.

Happily, I ran out to my car and hopped in. The sun outside made my skin tingle. Its warmth radiating through my body. The Styx was playing on the radio, so I bopped to the beat. The sun really was warming my spirits. Or was it seeing Jasper?

As I turned off the paved road, I was engulfed in foliage. A few rays of light shone through the trees, but it was still dark and eerily beautiful. Of all the places, I figured this setting would be the one Jasper would reside in.

The house I pulled up to was Victorian looking, very old, and Jasper-like. Only when walking up to the house did I notice the sheer size of the building. Clumsily, I looked around for a doorbell, finding no such thing. All that could be found was a large brass lion head doorknocker resting on the door. With a sigh, I quietly banged on it hoping it was loud enough to hear.

Once again, I began looking at the antique house. I could hear the echoing of the knock now, I was sure they could hear it too.

"What do you want? Stalking me now?" Edward's voice said from behind. I turned around and politely bowed.

"No…Jasper wanted to see me. Sorry for the inconvenience. I didn't know if I was knocking too loud or not. My bad." I stated softly shifting my gaze to the ground after I saw Edward's shocked expression. Just having the acknowledgement of thwarting Edward made me ecstatic. There would be no "Edward jumping out of the bushes and killing me" scenarios. I had won this battle.

When I looked back up, I noticed Edward's face frozen as it was and a slim figure pushing past him. With a smile, I bowed once again before Jasper grabbed my arm.

"What did you say to him?" Jasper inquired as he tugged me toward the woods.

"Oh, nothing special. I apologized. Bowed too." Jasper chuckled and slowed his pace. He shook his head with a smile and patted me on the back. He was obviously amused.

"I believe that is the first time I've seen him taken aback." He said as we came to stop. The clearing in front of me was covered in moss and vines. A single ray of light drifted from the foliage to the ground giving the place a mysterious mien.

"Pretty…"I mumbled as we walked toward a rock shaded by the overhanging trees.

"So…about our talk…" Jasper started in, "I need to confess something." He seemed unsure of himself as he stumbled over the words. Which were still perfectly articulated by the way…

I laughed as a butterfly fluttered by, "Then that makes two of us." An awkward silence fell upon the clearing. Not knowing how to break it, I stupidly started giggling. "So…who's going first? You?"

Jasper looked at me politely and nodded his head, "No, ladies first." We argued for a bit before coming to a conclusion.

"Okay, we'll do it at the same time." I stated calmly before we started counting down from three. Three…two…one…

"I'm not human!" We yelled in unison. A flock of birds above flew off as our voices bounced around echoing. It probably wasn't the best idea that we were yelling we weren't humans to the world.

We looked at each other in shock. "What do you mean by you're not human? You have to be." Jasper stated crossing his arms confidently. He seemed to misunderstand what I was saying. I didn't have to be human. Didn't I just tell him that?

"What do you mean by you're not human!" I demanded stabbing him in the gut with a pointed finger. We both hung our heads and sighed. Seems we had come to an impasse. What an awful, awkward situation.

"I'll go first…" Jasper said taking in a deep breath, "I--I'm a vampire."

"That's it? Well, I think I win. As far as I know, I'm some kind of monster. A bit of a UBE."

"That's it! You're not terrified? Better yet, what is a UBE?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "A UBE is an Unidentifiable Biological Entity. I don't even know what I am. Knowing this, why would I be terrified?" I shuffled my feet in the moss as I said it, making a butterfly shape. I swore I had ADD.

"So," Jasper stated, "we have a vampire and an UBE. Interesting couple we are." He stated staring into the light with a small smile. I felt sorry for him. He was probably having the same issues I was having. Knowing you are different and all. Here I thought I was the only one with issues. Just the thought made me sick to my stomach for being so selfish, but somehow I managed to mumble something.

"You miss the light I take it?" He chuckled yet again and shook his head.

"No. Not at all. The myth about no light is false. All we do is…sparkle pleasantly."

"Oh. What about the coff--"

"Lie."

"Bat thi--"

"Lie."

I was feeling a little out of the loop, but I had one more question to ask. "What about the blood drinking then?"

Jasper hung his head once again and let out a sigh. "Unfortunately, that is true. My race also has super speed and strength. We're the 'perfect predators' of all the races."

"Do you drink human blood?" I asked not knowing if I'd ever feel the same about him if he did. Just the thought of Jasper killing people and sucking them dry made me cringe.

"No, no. We are 'vegetarian' vampires. We only feast on animals." He was using "we" a lot. It unnerved me, but I had a feeling I already knew the answer to this question.

"Who is this 'we'?" I asked raising a brow.

"My whole family, Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmet, and your favorite Edward." When I began to laugh, he furrowed his brows. "I was kidding about Edward being your favorite. I'm your favorite right?"

I kept giggling through my reply, "I guessed what Edward was! He is your stereotypical vampire with weird eyes and gorgeousness. He he! Of course, you are my favorite vampire! Although, Carlisle is up there on my list…" I joked with a wink. Jasper gave me a mock glare before gracefully scaling a tree.

"Is that so? Then I'm leaving you here in the forest."

"Fine with me. I'll miss the way you smell like peppermint, your eyes," I looked at him seductively, "your body." I sighed and turned around backwards pretending to walk out of the forest, "Perhaps I'll just try to pick up another amazing guy. It's your own downfall!"

Next thing I know, I'm being held from behind, "In that case…" he whispered in my ear, "I won't ever leave you." His body was cold and rigid, but all the while, it made me feel warm inside. "It would be a waste of beauty to let someone else take you."

I flushed deeply and tried not to look like an idiot. It's hard to maintain a straight face when a god had you in his arms. Slowly, the quiet sound of a piano and a violin wafted to us. The waltz was so calm and relaxing, I heard myself sigh.

"May I have this dance?" Jasper asked spinning me around to face him. However, I didn't have time to say anything. He picked me up off the ground with just his hands and swung me around in elegant circles. I hardly had to dance.

"You never said what you were wearing to the dance." He stated as we trampled over a mushroom ring.

"I want to wear my mother's old corset dress. It's black and red, with the red running right through the center. It's almost gothic looking, but it's so beautiful. Anyway, I shouldn't have said it was my mom's. I never knew her, or my dad for that matter, so I wouldn't know."

"You're an orphan? I was too. Interesting." We waltzed about for a few minutes in silence. I thought of something to say finally.

"How old were you when you died for say?" I could tell he was reminiscing, but my question didn't seem to bother him.

"I think sixteen. Maybe seventeen. Not too sure. Human memories are a bit foggy. I just say I'm seventeen for school, but I'm actually older than your grandparents." He stated motioning for me to look toward the light. The sun was setting now and the orange twinge made me squint. "Your hair looks great by the way." He said bringing us to a stop. "It reminds me of dusk."

I immediately blushed and looked down. Stay cool. I was acting like a ninny and I knew it. I knew I should be afraid, but I wasn't. Even though there was a vampire next to me, I felt comforted and surprisingly happy. Closing my eyes, I leaned against his chest and breathed deeply. He constantly smelled of peppermint. It was alluring and sweet all at once. Gently, Jasper put his arm around me and stroked my hair.

"Aren't you supposed to be home by now?" He suggested. Crap. I'd completely forgotten in my self-induced peppermint euphoria. "I'll take that as a yes. Come. I'll take you home."

We had a rather pointless race to the car in which Jasper won. I pretended not to care, but it was unsettling knowing how superior his race was. Getting into the car, I noticed that we we're both in my car. How would he get home?

"Um…Jasper…How are you going to get home?"

"You know how fast I was running?" I nodded. "I can run three times that speed without expending energy." He smiled and chuckled before turning the key. Lucky bastard. He had it easy.

As we pulled up in my driveway, I sighed. What a day. We both got out of the car and he walked me to the front porch. I turned to say good-bye, but somehow Jasper's lips had found their way onto mine. Once again, I turned bright red. My blood pressure must've been sky rocketing. I hoped he wasn't hungry.

"I take it I'm your favorite mortal then?" I asked with a sly smile. Jasper smiled and tilted his head as if thinking.

"I thought we had this conversation about neither of us being mortal, no?" He stated once again kissing me. My heart flip-flopped as I pushed open the door.

"You're right," I stated not caring about how red my face must've been, "I'm far from being human. However, I believe I'm still mortal."