Chapter 10: The Talk
I closed the cabin door after us and collapsed against it. That was intense. In all possible ways. I don't think I've ever felt as much stuff as just a moment ago. And what a fucking cacophony of feelings it had been. Fear, anger, gratitude, lust... My head was still buzzing from it all.
Jasper was sitting on our bed. He looked absolutely miserable. I really didn't want to deal with this, but I knew I had to. Partly because I liked to think I was a decent human being and Jasper had really helped me during the most horrible weekend of my life. He deserved this talk.
I had to admit that another part of it was that I couldn't afford to have him moping around for the rest of our time together at this horrible place. The rehearsal dinner was only five hours away and I needed him to be on top of his game.
But how to begin? I didn't know how to have these sorts of conversations. Where was Angela when I needed her? Okay, so she had exactly as much experience with relationships as I had, but she at least always knew what to say.
"I'm sorry." There. That sounded like the perfect place to begin. Jasper's still black eyes snapped to me and he looked a little baffled.
"Why are you apologizing?" He asked very sincerely. Oh great. I assaulted him and he felt guilty and responsible. Fuck, this was exactly what this situation needed.
"I pretty much mauled you back there. I'm sorry for violating your personal space like that. I panicked and I didn't know what else to do to get you to calm down. I was afraid you were going to kill that old bat and that fucking Devil's spawn. I didn't know that was going to happen."
Jasper sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Ella, what happened wasn't your fault. I lost control of myself. I should be the one apologizing. I'm so sorry for losing my senses."
This was just great. Well, I wasn't going to let him take the fall for something he had no power over. This mess was completely on me and my inability to reign in my hormones.
"Don't be stupid. My emotions overwhelmed you. You were already on the edge and then I had to go and throw myself at you." I said.
Jasper actually let out a little laugh. A tired and a little desperate laugh. My hormones reared their ugly heads again, but I stomped them down like I was playing a game of Whack-a-Mole. This was so not the time to be turned on by the recently outraged vampire.
"Are you listening to yourself? I nearly killed your relatives and I very nearly went too far with you. I'm 167 years old. I should know how to control myself by now."
"That's not the point. I decided to kiss you against your will. I couldn't control myself. My lust pushed you over the edge. So, my fault."
He was not going to pull any of this macho bullshit with me. I was a woman enough to admit when I was in the wrong and like hell was I going to let him think he did something wrong here. I mean, besides nearly killing my family member, but that was a different issue.
"Ella..."
I rolled my eyes at him. Shit, I was here trying to apologize for assaulting him and he was making it so fucking difficult by trying to blame himself.
"No Jasper. The fact is that you were in no position to say 'no' and I took advantage of you. I know you didn't want it and I'm sorry."
Jasper threw his hands up in frustration. I had to pinch myself to distract my brain from his hotness. It was really fucking unhealthy how single-minded I was when it came to Jasper.
"My god you can be difficult, Ella Johnson. I am not upset that you kissed me!"
"...you're not?"
Okay, I did not see that coming. Because I sure as hell would've been upset if some guy forced himself on me. I would throw a fucking hissy fit of the century if someone did that to me. Well, Jasper could possibly get a pass and that was simply because I was so fucking insanely attracted to him that he could do pretty much anything to me at this point and I would be fine with it.
Ella Johnson, making the smartest of decisions since 1989.
Jasper sighed. His face turned softer when he looked at me. He looked almost sad. My heart tugged at me and I felt the overwhelming urge to give him a big hug. But I couldn't. I didn't have the balls to touch him right now.
"No Ella. I'm not upset that you kissed me. I am confused and angry at myself for... for losing myself like that."
Be still my fucking heart. Do not read too much into that statment, Ella. HE. HAD. A. GIRLFRIEND.
"But you were just overwhelmed by my emotions. It wasn't your fault. You didn't-"
You didn't cheat on Alice. I couldn't bring myself to say those words.
He looked at me with his black eyes. Straight into my fucking soul and I couldn't look away. I wanted to, desperately. But I couldn't.
"No, but I could've. Really fucking easily."
Whoa... This was so not the fucking time for him to say stuff like that to me. He especially shouldn't curse while I was this riled up. I rubbed my thigh together and tried to think about anything but him. My body was still hot and tingly from that one kiss. I was seriously craving more, but unfortunately I was pretty sure Jasper was not feeling the same. So he really shouldn't make himself even sexier right now.
He took a deep breath and shuddered.
"You will be the death of me, Ella Johnson. I'm begging you to try and calm yourself a little bit. I'm hanging on a thread here."
Wait, what? Fucking hell. Ella, do not get excited from his words! BAD ELLA! Pull yourself together, you idiot.
"What will happen if I don't?"
What the fuck possessed me to say that?! And in such a bedroom voice! Jasper groaned and threw his head backwards. His hands clenched into fists and he seemed to be gritting his teeth. Holy fuck he was so sexy.
Jasper took a few long strides and stopped right in front of me. Our bodies were almost touching and I was panting like a dog in heat. I looked up at him and I wanted nothing more than just repeat what had happened outside just moments ago.
He leaned over me, resting one of his arms on the door above my head. His other hand came to caress my arm from my shoulder to the tips of my fingers. My body was on fire and my panties were soaked through. Correction, my leggings were soaked through. I needed a long, cold shower... Or something else entirely.
"If you don't, I'm going to break my marriage vows and I'm going to make you go insane from pleasure. If you ask me to, I will lose this final thread of control and I will make love to you. Over and over again until you are incapable of thinking anything but me."
This was so dangerous... and so fucking tempting. I bit my lip and pushed my hands behind me so I wouldn't reach out to him. Having sex with Jasper would be a bad thing. Really bad. He was in a relationship. Happily. With a vampire who could snap me like a twig. Oh, and Jasper was a vampire too. How was I starting to ignore that major factor more and more?
He pushed his face even closer and our noses touched. My heart was exploding. My entire body was tingling in expectation and my eyelids felt so heavy. He looked at me straight in the eye. His eyes were burning and I was so fucking turned on. He took another deep breath and he let out a choked moan. It would be so fucking easy to just reach out. Just a little...
"So please don't ask me..."
Well, that was a nice douse of cold water to my very hormonal body. Of course he didn't want to. I forced my hormones back into their cage and I concentrated on calming myself. It would have been glorious. What a disappointment.
Of course, it was the right thing to do. I had to remind myself again that none of this was real. Jasper was just my fake boyfriend for the wedding. He was fucking taken. His girlfriend was one of the most beautiful creatures ever to exist. What was I, just a puny human who couldn't attract a boy if her fucking life depended on it?
"Yeah, that would be a bad thing..." I mumbled and looked away. I was starting to feel really embarrassed. What the hell was I going to do about this insane attraction? I was clearly making Jasper uncomfortable with all of this and that was bad.
"What are you thinking about right now? Why are you feeling so sad and dejected?" He asked quietly. He was still looming over me, giving me no chance to escape. Well, I did say we had to talk... it wasn't really going like I had imagined.
How come we skipped the near massacre so easily? I had to be fucked up in my head to just gloss over it and forget that my date had nearly slaughtered my Granny May and that nuisance of a toad that was called Ariel. Well, not forget as much as not give a damn.
"Uh... can we not talk about it? I'm kind of trying to deal with being rejected, so can we talk about something else?"
Again, there was no point in lying to an empath. I should hire him as my personal shrink as this shit was really therapeutic. Embarrassing as fuck, but therapeutic.
Jasper's fingers cupped my chin and lifted my face upwards to look at him. I really would rather not look at his handsome and sexy face, but what other choice I had? Squeeze my eyes tightly shut and imagine he wasn't there?
"Oh, my sweet lil' darling. You have no idea, do you?" He whispered. His fingers were gliding on the skin of my jaw and oh my, they were doing some wonderful things to my body. Bad things. The tingling was back, right as I was getting my hormones under control.
Whoa he was sending some mixed signals in my direction. I shook my head, partly to clear it of my deliciously naughty thoughts and partly to answer his question. Jasper laughed in a sexily rough voice. A girl could melt from just listening to that tone of his voice. Maybe I could convince him to record himself and give me a tape? Or hundred?
"I want you so badly right now. I don't recall ever being more aroused in my life. I would love nothing more than to take you and make you mine. You are intoxicating, Ella Johnson."
And my ovaries exploded. I might've gotten pregnant just then. I licked my lips. I needed him. Badly. Right now.
"But?" I asked with a whisper. I knew the answer of course.
"But... You are a human. I'm afraid I'd kill you by accident. It would take just a second of losing control of my strenght. I'm married. I have given my wedding vows to my wife decades ago and I do not wish to break them now."
Funny how he put my wellbeing above his marriage...
"You haven't hurt me yet..."
Bad Ella. Why did I have to go there? I was seriously pushing some limits here. He was just so damn sexy and I wanted him. And I knew it was wrong in so, so many levels and I didn't give a fuck. This was getting so fucking dangerous and my body was so ready for it. I was in serious shit...
Jasper raised his eyebrow. His fingers trailed down to my neck and he rubbed my heated skin there. It felt so fucking good that I wanted to cry.
"How can you say that? I've already hurt you. I was so disgusted with myself when you walked out of the bathroom last night without your make up on. I wanted to hurt myself for touching you like that."
Okay, he had a valid point. The bruises were still there and while they didn't hurt anymore, they were an ugly remainder of Jasper's violent streak. However, it was so fucking hard to care about that when he was standing so damn close to me and telling me how much he wanted me.
"I forgive you for that."
Well shit, I could now officially say that my reason had left me for good. I never had much of sanity, but now the rest of it had flown away. Stupid vampires and their stupid sex powers and their stupid charm and their stupid protectiveness... it was all just stupid.
"You really shouldn't. What I did was unforgivable."
"Well, I'm known to make stupid decisions..."
I swear those eyes of his were burning my skin. In the best fucking way possible. Honestly, I had to change the sexyness ranking of the Cullens after today. Jasper had officially knocked Dr Cullen off the first place. There was just no way in hell the good doctor could beat this.
Then again, what did I know? I should spend a steamy weekend with Dr Cullen some day. For... research. Collect data and compare their performances.
But really, it would be damn difficult to beat Jasper. And this was him just explaining to me why we couldn't just bang right here and now. I don't think my body could handle him actively trying to seduce me. Still, a girl could dream...
"I'm not worthy of your forgiveness, Ella. I'm not a good person."
He was doing it again. Being all miserable and self-loathing. Not on my watch, buddy!
"So are you saying you tried to kill me on purpose? Because here I was thinking it was an accident and you just lost control."
Jasper's eyes flashed and a shiver ran down my spine. I wasn't entirely sure if it was the good kind of shiver or the bad kind. The jury was still out on this situation. It was really nice that he didn't even try to put distance between us. I liked having him so dangerously close.
"I did not lose control. If I had, I would have crushed your windpipe into powder. It's a little more complicated than that."
Well fuck. I probably should've been more alarmed.
"Tell me. I think I deserve to know the truth."
I didn't want to push him to reveal his darkest secrets, but I was curious and I really did have the right to know why he had strangled me like that.
The look on Jasper's face changed. Some of his smooth, dangerous sexyness moved aside so a more vunerable side of him could come forward. He stayed quiet for a long time, no doubt trying to decide if he should tell me the truth or not.
I was perfectly content staying where I was, so there was no need to rush him.
"I was turned into a vampire when I was 19. The vampire who turned me was called Maria and she was on a hunt for an army. There was a war brewing in the South and she needed bodies to throw at her enemies. I was exactly what she was looking for."
Oh, so he was 19. More material for my Jasper Files. Still didn't explain why he had attacked me like that.
"Go on."
"I was her second-in-command and it was my job to train her army. She wanted to use newborn vampires only. While we can get stronger and stronger as we age, initially we are at our strongest when we are just turned. Maria had no interest in chasing down mature vampires who had surpassed their newborn strenght, so she told me to create an army of newborns for her. With me so far?"
Yes, yes I was. He was more interesting than any History teacher ever. I was starting to look forward to his tutoring services. If he taught like this I would be acing my test like it was nothing. Fucking amazing.
I nodded my head and waited for him to continue.
"It was my job to train her army. To control them. To achieve this I had to be stronger than them in every way. I had to dominate over them."
"Is that what you were doing? Trying to dominate me?"
Why did that sound like something I would be into? Jasper Hale taking charge and calling all the shots... mmh... Not that I would ever actually want to be his doormat. Still, it was a great fantasy.
"You have to understand that I spent decades living this violent lifestyle. It became an instinct to apply just enough strenght to make the newborns to think I was going to kill them and yet not actually damage them permanently. To make them think three times before trying to disobey me. It's... challenging to get out of that mindset."
Okay, so he hadn't lost control but he had gone with what he knew best. I guess that made sense.
"It didn't work with me, though." And it hadn't. Not really. I had been scared shitless, but I had challenged him head on and I had fucking won that argument with some good old emotional blackmail and fury.
Jasper smirked. That damn smirk of his was going to be the death of me. My body was all hot and bothered again and it was all his fault. He had to be doing this on purpose. Wait, was this his second approach to controlling me? That sneaky bastard...
"That sounds a lot like a challenge... You are a troublemaker, aren't you Ms Johnson?" He said in a low whisper. Right next to my ear. My whole fucking body shook. I was pretty sure I'd be dripping all over the floor soon if he kept this up.
"Always..."
Me and my fucking mouth... Why couldn't I stop begging him to fuck me? Ella Johnson did NOT do the whole 'other woman' schtick and Jasper was not going to cheat on Alice so why was it so fucking difficult for me to speak like a normal person and not like a fucking cat in heat?
He looked so fucking pleased with himself. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who liked to switch between emotional states at the drop of the hat. He had been so serious a little while ago and now he was back to being his suave, sexy self. He was a fucking tease.
He arched one of his perfect eyebrows and drew back from me a little bit. I wanted to yank him right back. Steal another kiss from him. Maybe more. I was playing with fucking fire and I knew I would end up getting burned.
Why did I think it was a good idea to openly challenge a vampire who had just admitted that he was a bit of a control freak?
Ah, shit. I had to get it together. I put my hands on his wonderfully sculpted chest and gave him a light push. He stepped away from my personal space with a grim smile. Right, it was time to push this to the back of my mind. It was really getting crammed in there with all of the things I had to place there.
I took a deep breath and walked to our shared bed. Jasper stayed at the door, but his eyes watched my every move. I sat down and rubbed my temples. I would need a fucking month of therapy after this weekend.
"So... that wasn't too bad for my first kiss. It might be a tough act to follow. I think you might've ruined my chances of ever having a boyfriend." I said. It was time to make things less hot and heavy. So naturally we should talk about my first kiss.
Jasper relaxed considerably and leaned against the door in a much more casual way. His lips pulled into a small grin and I knew the situation was over. We were back to being Ella and Jasper, two strangers who were pretending to be lovers. I was not going to analyze what had just happened. Nothing good would come from that. Better to just move on and forget it.
"I'm very sorry. How can I make it up to you?"
"Well, for starters you can tell me if I was horrible. I think I drooled. Did I drool?"
What? A girl needs to know!
Jasper burst into a laughing fit. Hmph, it's nice to know that my mortal worries were so amusing to him...
I needed a drink.
Holy shit! Did Jasper say that he was married to Alice? Like, not just a boyfriend and a girlfriend, but a husband and a wife? Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
"Did you say you were married?" I asked in a panicked voice. Every sexy thought and every tingle vanished into thin air. It was time to go back to my other constant companion, anxiety. It was just so fucking great to be me.
"Yes. I married Alice in June of 1951." Jasper said after he was done with laughing. I guess he realized that fun times were over and Crazy Ella was back in the pilot seat.
Okay, so he was married. Were there records? Oh my god. I was going to get caught. Ariel was going to dig up a marriage certificate and she was going to expose this whole fucking thing! My mom was going to kill me. Literally.
"And you didn't bother to tell me that before I introduced you to the nosiest psychos on the planet?!"
Ah, anger. My old and dear companion. Worked super well with panic and anxiety. The perfect recipe for disaster.
Jasper winced and pressed himself closer to the door. Yeah, he should be fucking scared! I jumped off of the bed and marched right in front of him. I glared up at him and I wished I knew how to hurt these stupid creatures. I needed to punch something, so I smacked Jasper's chest.
It fucking hurt.
"Ow! Owowowowow..." I cried out, pressing my hand between my thighs and squeezing them together. Like that would magically fix the sudden pain.
"Are you alright? Please let me see..."
I gave him my best death stare. I did not want to be touched by him.
"No, I'm not fucking alright! Do you have any idea how bad the situation is? Is your fucking marriage on record anywhere? Because that little shit will get her dirty claws on it and my life is fucking over!"
I freed my hand from between my thighs and shook it to see how it moved. It was impossible not to think that your hand is broken whenever it hits something. It wasn't of course. My hand was moving just fine and the pain itself was ebbing away.
"Ella, we were married a long time ago. Our marriage was registered under my real name and not this name I'm using now. You don't have to worry about it. Your cousin is not going to find out that I'm married."
Jasper was speaking calmly. Like he was dealing with a cornered, panicked animal. To be fair, I did fit that bill pretty damn well.
"Oh thank god. Don't fucking scare me like that." I sighed and took deep breaths to bring my pulse down. It was always good fun when I got riled up for no reason. It did wonders for my sanity.
"So Jasper Hale is not your real name?"
I felt like we couldn't end our discussion with me freaking the fuck out, so I decided to continue on with this new piece of information he had given me. If he was willing to tell me, that is. He had been super open about his personal shit so far, so I was hoping he'd be up to telling me more about his life. The dude was 167 years old. You could cram a fuck-ton of life into 167 years.
Jasper graced me with one of his angelic smiles. He must've been relieved that my meltdown was so easily dealt with. Psh, he had no idea just how bad I could get. This was fucking child's play.
"That's correct. It's actually Rosalie's last name. I started using it in the 60's when it was decided that we should pose as twins. My actual name is Jasper Whitlock. Major Jasper Whitlock."
He was standing tall and proud. I felt the first tingles of my sex drive stirring again. Would it ever fucking end? I was so done with turning into a drooling idiot at the sight of him.
"Major?"
"Yes ma'am. I joined the Confederate Army when I was 17 and rose quickly in the ranks. I was promoted to major two years later. The youngest major in Texas."
Wait, Confederate Army? Weren't they the bad guys during the war? Okay, so I had no idea what happened in the civil war, but I was pretty sure that the Confederates were the bad guys. The pro-slavery peeps. Was Jasper pro-slavery? Had he been before? I mean, he did say that he wasn't a good person.
"So like... you wanted to keep slavery alive?"
I had to ask. I was not about to have a crush on a guy who supported that idea. I had spent enough time under my mom's thumb to know what it was like when you had your choices taken away from you. I wasn't stupid enough to think I had even the tiniest of ideas how it must've been like to be an actual slave, but I knew how it felt like to be powerless and at the mercy of someone else.
And I was so not crushing on Jasper. No way.
Denial is a fucking river in Egypt.
"No, Ella. I never supported the concept of slavery. We didn't own land, so we didn't own slaves either. I joined the army once the war spread to our town. I wanted to protect my home." Jasper said tiredly, like he had been in this conversation many times befoe and he was tired of explaining himself.
"And you say you're not a good person. I think you're a good guy, Jasper Whitlock."
And really, my opinion should matter the most in this situation. Jasper clearly sucked at reading people, especially himself.
He shook his head sadly and sat down on our bed. I joined him, our sides nearly touching. I leaned back on my hands and stared at the ceiling. It didn't feel like the appropriate time to start my googly-eyes routine, so it was best if I didn't look at him right now.
"You are wrong. I've done terrible things in my life. Unforgivable things, Ella. I have killed so many people that I lost count. Their terrified eyes have all blended into a blur, but I can feel the weight of my sins every second of my life."
Holy shit. He was really opening up here. I sucked on my cheek, mulling over this information. I mean, I had assumed that he killed people. He was a fucking vampire and vampires ate people. He was still alive in that walking dead way, so I assumed he was still eating people.
Did I care? I probably should've. Killing people was bad. But hell, I didn't know any of his victims. Nobody I knew had ever died mysteriously of blood loss. None of my friends or family members had been ripped apart by a wild animal.
"But isn't that natural? I mean, you have to eat."
Jasper put his hand on my hair and gently turned my head so I was looking at him. He was surprised. Baffled. Couldn't understand what I had just said.
"Are you saying that you didn't know I don't feed on human blood and still asked me to escort you?"
Well, it did sound insane when he put it like that...
"So you don't eat people? But you are a vampire. Don't you need blood?" I frowned. It made no sense. Everything Angela had researched about vampires told us that vampires needed blood to survive. What the hell...
"Animal blood, Ella. I drink animal blood."
How was I supposed to know that? The Cullens were the only vampires I had ever seen and it's not like they wore t shirts that said 'We don't eat people' on them.
"Okay. So you don't kill humans anymore, is that right?"
Jasper glanced away quickly and a look of shame shadowed his handsome face. I was so fucking confused. He didn't eat people, but he was killing them? Or he used to kill them and missed those times? Was he disgusted by his old life and just ashamed because of that?
"I'm... adjusting to this lifestyle. The Cullens refuse to drink human blood. We hunt animals to survive. I used to... I was a monster."
I took a hold of his hand and leaned against him. His arm was super comfy for such a hard surface. Jasper made a small effort to pull away, but I refused to let go. I guess that was all the reassurance he needed since he didn't yank his hand away and run away screaming.
"Do you miss it? Is that why you think you're a bad person?" I wanted to know. It honestly made no sense to me. Humans ate animals and the majority of us were just fine with it. Most people weren't considered bad just because they ate the flesh of another living being. Why would vampired be any different? I saw them eating humans as the same thing as me eating a steak. Circle of life and all that jazz.
"Sometimes..." He whispered. Like he was disgusted with himself. Maybe it was because his food could talk back? I knew that pigs were intelligent beings with feelings, but that didn't stop me from eating the bacon that had been served at breakfast. If the pigs started talking to me, well then I might've been a vegan for the right reasons. Or maybe not. No way of knowing how that would go down before I actually met a talking pig.
"You see, I am not a fairytale prince. You shouldn't waste your time on me."
"Well, who's asking you to be? Why can't you just be Jasper Whitlock?"
He let out a sad sigh. He fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me with him. We laid there side by side and stared at the ceiling. At least I was staring at the ceiling again. I had no fucking clue what he was doing.
"Why is it so easy to talk to you, Ella Johnson?"
Probably for the same reason why it was so easy for me to talk to him.
"Because I'm so fucked up that I can't really judge you?" It was my best guess. I felt like I could tell my darkest thoughts to Jasper without being scared that he'd be disgusted with me. I had only ever felt like that with Angela and that was somehow different. With Angela it was more like unconditional love. I could be a horrible person and she'd still love me. I had faith in that, so I could be open about my thoughts with her.
Jasper felt like he understood where I was coming from. Like we shared a similar way of viewing the world. I didn't need to explain to her why I wished that Ariel died in the most painful way imaginable. He didn't analyze my fucked up thoughts and try to steer me into the righteous path.
"I might be way off here, but are you like this because Alice doesn't approve of you?" I asked. I continued to squeeze his hand and he gave me a gentle squeeze back. That was reassuring. He wasn't super pissed at me for asking.
"I owe a lot to Alice. She has been there for me for a long time. She doesn't want to harm humans... our diet makes her happy."
Now that was a non-answer if I ever heard one. I thought about my relationship with Angela. She was the one person I loved above all else.
Angela knew everything there was to know about me. She knew I was easily angered, immature, borderline insane and that I fantasized about murdering my relatives on regular basis. She knew all of that and she accepted me anyway. She was there for me no matter how badly I behaved. Angela always gave me another perspective to things, offered another solution... but she never tried to force me to change.
It didn't sound like Jasper had the same reassurance from Alice. I could be way off and maybe I was just trying to poke holes into their relationship so I could wiggle my way in. I don't know. I liked to think that I was good enough person to not try something like that, but I was also fucking selfish and I wanted Jasper.
"I'm not enirely sure why I'm saying this, but is it okay for you to change for Alice? I mean, if you have to change the person you are inside to make your wife happy, then is it really love?"
He stayed quiet. I was worried that I had crossed a line or something, but he kept holding my hand and just laid still. I bit my lip and thought if I should say something else. Like, what the fuck did I think I knew about relationships? I shouldn't be poking my nose in other people's business.
Maybe I should just be quiet and let him decide if we should continue talking. Yeah, I could do that. Just let him figure his shit out in peace and relax. His smell was really calming and comforting. My eyelids felt heavy. A nap sounded like a fucking brilliant idea...
Suddenly, Jasper bolted from the bed and stared at the door. He let out the smallest of growls and tugged me up into sitting position. What the fuck was going on now? Enough shit had happened to last me a fucking lifetime. Why couldn't the universe just let me fucking be for once second?!
The door burst open and Faye ran inside. Her eyes were wide with panic and her hair was all over the place. So mom had not gotten her claws into her yet. But she would...
"She knows... Ella, she knows!"
Author's Final Notes:
Dun dun duuuun! Who knows and what? Why is Faye freaking the fuck out? Are Ella and Jasper ever going to bone? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z!
So, a lot of stuff were discussed between Ella and Jasper. It's not Jasper's entire life story since he's a little reserved and they have only known each other for a short time.
I was hoping to get this chapter done last week, but hey! Better late than never, right? Right...?
There will most likely be a short break on updates. I'm picking up a friend from the airport in three hours and entertaining them for a week. It's rude to have your nose stuck on your computer when you have company, so I'll probably have no time to write next week. So, chapter 11 will most likely be out around September 8th or 9th. Hopefully. Maybe.
Moving on! Thank you all for continuing to read about Ella's dramatic adventures with the vampire sex god aka Jasper. And thank you kind people for following and favoriting (is that a word?) my story. And a big thank you to my awesome peeps who leave a review for me to read. Those are much appreciated and they light up my world as autumn arrives and the days grow darker. Winter is coming, my friends...
I hope everyone's doing well and I'll see you soon! Unless a zombie apocalypse comes or the internet is destroyed. If that's the case then I'm taking a longer break.
