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~ May we defeat loneliness with compassion, be brave by sharing our vulnerabilities, and live in a way that sparks hope and inspiration in the darkest of corners ~
My heart suddenly felt weak inside me, as if all my adrenaline had faded and left me a mere wide-eyed statue. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe or blink as the bear raced towards us with such untameable anger and lust for blood and death. I first thought it was running for me, that my life was the one it wanted to claw and rip and snap at…yet I was wrong. For its eyes did not look at me, but rather what was behind me. As if in some way, this charge was an act of protection and…. the creature shrouded in shadow behind me suddenly leapt out and collided with bear, a guttural growl vibrating from his chest as he slammed the bear into the ground before rolling of it into a crouching position. And what I saw…felt like a hand had ripped my heart from my chest and viciously dig its nails into it until my heart was nothing but a pile of trembling ashes that mixed with that too gentle of a breeze.
"No." The word escaped me in a breathless plea. "Please," I whispered so softly to the listening dead, "please let this be but a nightmare." Yet the longer I held the creatures gaze, the more I felt my eyes prickle and feeble tears dribble down my cheeks…I knew it was not. For the creature in front of me, crouched with his shaggy brown hair draped over his once blue eyes, was Fitz. I stood up on shaky legs, brushing my hair behind my ears in a shy gesture as I walked towards him, protecting the bear whimpering on the ground by placing myself in-between them. I could hear it's breathing stutter, hear as it's rumbling voice cracked with pain. I could feel my healer's blood fizz with need, feel my pulse quicken and push against my veins as it called out to the bear…yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from Fitz, couldn't stop my tears and quivering lower lip. It couldn't be...
I wrapped my arms around my small form as I watched him stand with shocked and desperate eyes. He seemed taller, fuller as his white top and unbuttoned checkered shirt stretched over his now porcelain skin. I felt myself become so vulnerable, so weak and fragile as all my emotions leaked out of my quivering soul and painted every inch of my skin. He looked so much like my Fitz…yet he wasn't. His eyes, those blue eyes that I would forever loose myself in where gone and replaced by these two red orbs that seemed endless in their depths. His jaw was tight, and his stance so rigid and tough as I dared to walk towards him – my pace so slow and cautious as if I were approaching a wild lion.
I swallowed deeply, my tears falling into my mouth and soothing my dry throat. I couldn't speak, couldn't…what could I say? What could I? I stopped just before him, sucking in my lower lip as he refused to look at me now that I was a few inches away. There was no warmth from him, no love or compassion…just hate, just…pain. He towered over me as I tilted my neck back to look up at him. His skin was so pale, so perfect…to perfect. Those freckles that had once scattered across his cheeks like fallen stars or fairy dust, they were now gone. I dared to take a step closer, his head turning to the right to further his gaze from me. But I couldn't…he was my Fitz, my best friend, my…my heart had rested inside him, had found its home and comfort as it nestled in it for warmth and love. I looked towards his chest, to that place where his heart once beat. I blinked quickly, trying to ease the flow of tears as memories of him and I clouded my vision.
I nibbled at my lip as I raised a shaky hand. Fitz shifted his weight on his feet, as if he knew what I was thinking, of where I was going to place my hand. My fingers hovered millimeters away from where his heart had once rested. The tip of my nose burned as I drew in a quick breath and pressed my hand against his chest in the gentlest of manners. I let out a raw sob at the coldness of his skin that seeped through the material of this clothes. I could feel no heartbeat, no nothing as I suddenly collapsed against him and wrapped my arms around his torso, holding him as I cried against his chest and whispered how sorry I was to him.
I pressed myself closer against him, trying to melt my body into his and pretend that this wasn't real. It couldn't be real, it couldn't be. He didn't wrap his arms around me, didn't move as my fingers crumpled his shirt and I held on to him tighter and tighter. I was desperate and needy and foolish in my overwhelming need to feel him but I didn't care. He was here and as I closed my eyes I tried to lose myself in our memories, tried to forget the coolness of him and try and focus on the shape of his body. But even that wasn't the same. Where he was once soft, he was now hard and his smell, but his scent…his scent was the same. And so, I buried myself in it, sniffled and nuzzled my nose against his chest as I cried softly. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be…
"This isn't real, this isn't real!" I cried through the apologies and pleas for him to hold me too. "Please," I begged weakly, "please hold me, please wrap your arms around me please." I cried softly. "I need to feel you, to know…to…to…" I pulled away, taking his arms in mine and trying to wrap them around me. "Fitz please, please!" I tried to place his warms around my waist, but every time my hands let go of his wrists he let his arms fall to his side. "No, Fitz stop, please, please just hold me, please, please…. LOOK AT ME!" I suddenly screamed and his head snapped towards mine and our eyes finally met. I hadn't realized how heavy and quick my breathing was, how much I was shaking as I screamed those words in a voice I had never heard from myself before. It was so raw, so desperate and weak and vulnerable and…
"Save me." His voice broke as his eyes wept into mine. My lips parted in innocent surprise and pain as he crumbled before me. His features became so soft, so lost and fragmented as if his self-hate was eating him away and there was barely anything left. "Save me." He repeated, falling to his knees and looking up at me in absolute despair. "Kill me, kill me Willa please…I'm not meant for this, I…free me." His hands gripped my waist as he pressed his head against me and cried without tears. His whole body shook as he pulled me against him, as I felt my knees grow weak and I dropped down to his level – the leaves crunching as my knees pressed against them. I held his face in my hands, ran my fingers through his hair as he looked at me with the most shattered eyes I had ever seen.
"What happened to you?" I asked him softly, cradling his face in my hands as my warm breath coated his face. The question must have triggered something raw and vicious within him because the moment I spoke those words he grasped my forearms and slammed me down against the dirt, his body leaning over me as he pinned me down with a grip that made my skin bleed and my bones whimper. But I did not dare let him know, because right now I was not sure if he knew how strong he was.
He lowered his face towards mine, his eyes flicking towards my neck before returning back to my eyes with guilt and shame. I could only imagine how hard it must be for him to restrain himself, for his newborn blood lust must be driving him crazy. And Fitz…he was too sensitive for this world, too good and precious and…
"I love you." I whispered softly. "No matter what you are I…I love you." My heart swelled against my ribcage as I cried softly, as I watched his eyes become gentle and familiar.
"Do you remember when I asked to kiss you? When I said it was the logical thing to do?" I nodded at his words, at his fragility and familiarity that I was slowly losing myself in. Because despite how hard his grip was on me…I was trying to imagine it like we were playing, like how we used to tickle one another and pin the other to the ground, rolling and flipping until the other one conceded. "I was so nervous and I…well I…I um…" I couldn't help but smile, smile as the Fitz I knew was leaking through…yet in that way it only hurt more. "You're so warm…too warm. It's like when my skin touches yours, it burns." He fell back, releasing me as he got to his feet and ran his fingers through his hair before pulling at it and release a deep and guttural scream.
I quickly got to my feet, racing towards him as I fought to take both of his hands in mine. But he grabbed my face instead, squeezed my cheeks together before allowing his touch to become gentle yet his eyes…his face was contorted in such pain…too much pain.
"I can't live like this, Willa." He breathed, his words crumbling like ashes against my skin. "I…please, please make the pain stop." My eyes widened as he withdrew one of his hands from my face and pulled out a knife. He held it in-between us, the tip pointing towards his chest. I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks as desperation glimmered in his eyes. "This isn't right I…please…kill me."
"No, no…I can't lose you." I told him with this soft feverish panic. "You, I can help you…we can find a way through this together and…and I, I know some people who can help you. They are vampires like you and Fitz," I cupped his face in my hands, ignoring the knife in-between us as I searched his eyes for that prince of knowledge who I had fallen in love with. "We are in this together, you and I, forever and always." The heaviness of my heart became too much to bare as his brokenness leaked more and more from him. "But what happened to you my angel?" I asked him, my fingers caressing his cheeks. "How did this…how did this come to be?"
His eyes misted over as if he were trying to repress the memory and I broke at the sight of it. His features scrunched up in pain, and I…I leaned forward, minding the knife as I went up on my tiptoes and pressed a dainty kiss against his tense nose. His eyes fluttered open in surprise, as if he had never felt such a light and gentle gesture before. A suddenly flash of possibilities raced across both of our minds…possibilities of what our lives would have been like if he kissed me that day, if my mama was still alive…if we were still mere mortals. That bitter-sweetness fizzed between us as I felt the hilt of the knife press against me. We had loved one another in silence, and now…as we held this moment in time, I knew we still did…knew that our hearts were captors of the others but that it could never be. For I was with Jasper and he…he was too far away in every sense of the words.
We were star-crossed…
"Tell me." I whispered once more, "don't be afraid." I took the hilt of the knife in my hand and slowly pried his fingers from it. It was heavy in my grasp, rough as I took it from him and dropped it into a cluster of leaves. I then closed the gap in-between us, pressing our chests against one another so he could feel my warmth, so he knew that he was not alone, that he was safe. My neck was titled back so I could look up into his eyes as he looked down at me- our fingers intertwining like they had done so many times before. "You need never be afraid when you are with me."
And so…with soft and broken eyes that were desperate to cry yet couldn't…he told me the tale of how he came to be the immortal prince before me.
The night was cool as Fitz lay trapped underneath the floorboards of an empty classroom. His body stiff and aching from the lack of movement that followed his thrashing and feeble attempts to escape. Ever since Willa had left, his wild princess who he silently professed his love to through his dreams and wishes and thoughts…the bullying had worsened. He became their favorite target, and despite fighting back…he was not strong enough. And so here he now lay, forgotten and abandoned as dust and dirt from the classroom above flittered through the floorboards and coated his skin. He kept his eyes shut, keeping that vision of Willa strong and radiant against the back of his eye-lids. He dreamt of her every night, longed for those moments of sleep where he could be that confident and courageous boy that he wishes he could be, where he could take her in his arms without hesitation nor fear and confess his love to her in all the ways he knew how.
He slowly clenched his fingers, feeling the bones contort on one another as the ache in his heart continued to grow and that darkness in his mind drowned him. He was struggling, mentally and physically in this new world without her. For his life was now draped in sheets of violence and harshness and he could not escape it. A sudden shuffling against the floorboards caused his eyes to flicker open. Someone had just come into the room, no…not just someone, but multiple someone's. His throat was so dry as he opened his mouth to speak that only a feeble croak came out. So, he raised his hands, banging them against the floorboards in hopes that these unknown people would be kind and help him. The shuffling quickened as he heard the desk above where he lay be moved.
Fingers then threaded in-between the floorboards and yanked, yanked until the wood broke and was ripped away to reveal three men in their early twenties crouched before him with red eyes. The man in the middle outstretched a hand towards him, his eyes soft in understanding.
"Don't worry fella, we're not here to hurt you." He said, his voice silky and reassuring as he brushed his shaggy blond hair away from his eyes. They were so red, so deep and dark yet…Fitz did not think they were Vampires, but only assumed they were wearing some sort of contact lenses.
Fitz took the man's hand, furrowing his eyebrows at how cold his touch was, how strong it was as he was pulled up from underneath the floorboards and placed to sit on top of them. The moonlight flittered through the windows…illuminating the room and the three strangers before him. The one who had helped him seemed to be older than the others…and the two on either side looked so much like brothers with their matching black hair and bone structure.
"Who are you?" Fitz asked, placing a hand on his throat as he spoke. His knuckles were ripped open, bleeding as that red liquid dribbled down his hands and twisted around his wrists.
The man in the middle smiled, and Fitz was not sure what to take from it. "We," he gestured to the two boys next to him. "Are just like you…. we're the bullied and abused and now…it's our time to make them feel what we did." And before Fitz would blink, before he could put together a logical thought or sentence… the man lunged towards him and pieced his neck with his teeth. Fitz's head slammed back against the floorboard, as venom leaked into his system and poisoned him frozen and changed. He had never experienced such pain before, never imagined that such a pain could even exist. His whole body and mind and heart was screaming, yet no sound came out of his mouth as his mortal life was viciously robbed from him and replaced with blood lust and torment.
For his life as a newborn vampire was wicked and dark.
The Vampires who had turned him were a part of a vicious gang – drunk on the idea of not just killing to feed, but to torture their victims until they screamed for death yet had to wait to receive it. And Fitz…he had been made to watch, to watch not only the vampire's behavior but to stalk the humans they took. For they only claimed the lowest of the low. Fitz became tormented by what he saw, by what both mortals and immortals were capable of…and it killed his already dead soul.
And so, he ran, ran towards that one shred of light that still flickered in him – towards Willa. Yet when he found her…. he was too afraid to approach her, to ashamed and consumed with self-hatred, with pain and suffering that he could not still. He was broken beyond repair…even now…as he looked into those eyes of the girl he loved…he was beyond retrieval, or least that was what he believed….
He had never known love…spoken love when he was alive, never allowed himself to kiss the girl that secretly claimed his heart and mind from the moment she found him alone and broken in that classroom. For even now, even as she stood before him…he longed for her, to feel her love, her lips, her skin…for their hearts to be forever wed to one another. Yet he knew she had found another, seen it and he…he knew in his dead and lost heart that he could never be what she needed…despite what she may say or foolishly believe.
"So, let me ask you this now," Fitz told me as I wept silently. "Kill me, for I cannot bare to live this way…i…I cant…"
"No, no, no no!" I told him, trying to remain strong for him, trying to remain clear with my words as his story shattered me. For I knew that if I could…I would trade lives with him, I would give him my happiness in exchange for his suffering in a heartbeat. I had always viewed him as an angel, as the most generous and pure natured person I had ever met. He was my gentle prince, a god of untameable knowledge and compassion despite everything he had been through. When he was not working on his experiments or reading, he was always doing volunteer work, always finding ways to help others and yet…he was abused constantly. It was as if his past of loneliness, darkness and pain made him more compassionate, more desperate to give and sooth but now…angels were never made to live on earth and he, in every sense of the word, was an angel, an angel now trapped in the skin of a monster. Yet despite his plea, despite his pain…I couldn't…I wouldn't.
"I can't." I told him, cupping his face in my hands. "I can't lose you again."
Fitz shook his head, pressing his lips against my hand and allowed his lips to linger there. They were so soft, so cold yet gentle and delicate and…
"You already have." I sucked in a stuttering breath at his words, shook my head as I nibbled at my bottom lip and quivered as the arms that had once been wrapped around my waist fell to his sides. "From the moment I died…"
"No, no you're not dead." I cried helplessly, trying to hold onto any piece of him that I could. "You're right here, you…I…" I pressed my body against his, wrapping my arms tightly around him as I buried my face against his chest, drinking in his scent. "We're right here together and I won't leave you. I'll never leave you for…for I…" I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. "For I love you too much."
Fitz brushed the air away from my eyes, cradling my wet cheek in his large palm. "But you have Jasper now and he…you…you're met to be together forever."
"But you're my best friend." I cried out weakly. "We were supposed to be forever…we…we can be forever and…and Jasper will love you, he could be your friend and you'll find someone, you can have a family…we can be a family and…we could be like the three musketeers"
"Willa?"
At the sound of my name coming from another behind me, I turned around with wide wet eyes to see Jasper. His face was painted with concern and worry, with a soft tenderness as he looked at Fitz behind me. He started walking towards me, with such power and grace and authority in each of his steps that I couldn't help feeling the need to run to him and burry myself in his arms and love. I felt Fitz take a few steps away from me, from Jasper as if he thought he was intruding. I looked back up at Fitz, trying to grasp his hand in mine but he quickly pulled away from me, embarrassment and shyness now claiming him.
"That's your future Willa…now don't look back." And before I could reply, before I could blink or breathe…. he disappeared.
"No…"I exhaled, falling back at his abrupt exist. "No, no, no, no…" I fell to my knees, my hands pushing away leaves and dirt as I searched foolishly for any trace of him. My breathing increases as I suddenly felt it engulf me. He was gone, he was gone, he was gone…I couldn't breathe, I couldn't…I quickly got to my feet and started to run, run towards nowhere in particular as I called his name, screamed it before a strong pair of arms wrapped around my waist, turned me around and pressed me against a solid chest.
"Willa, Willa breathe." Jasper's voice was calm in my ear as he held me tightly, as he cradled the back of my head with his hand and wrapped the other around my waist. "He's alright, Fitz is alright. His gift is teleportation Willa, he's alright. You are alright." He pressed his lips against my temple, held me gently and lovingly and patiently. He let me cry, let me nuzzle my nose against his chest until my eyes dried and my heart steadied. His arms were so strong, so protective that I suddenly felt as if nothing could touch us, as if his hold was shielding all the darkness and complexity of life. It was just Jasper and I…my one constant in this frightening world.
I felt my knees become weak, felt my body slump against his as my whole world came crashing down on me…Fitz, Bella, my family, who I was…immortality…I was drowning in it…and I couldn't get out, couldn't see…not anymore. I had tried to be strong, tried to hide it but now…everything was out, everything was real and I could no longer deny the reality of it all…how my life would be, how everything had changed. Jasper's arms tightened around me as he held me up, as his lips brushed my forehead and he whispered soothing words that my stuttering heart couldn't hear.
"I just want to run away." I suddenly confessed, pulling away so I could look up into his eyes. They were filled with such worry, such protection and tender love as he moved his hand to caress my cheek. "Run away with me…even if it is just for a few days…please. Can we escape this world?" I nibbled at my lower lip as I waited for his answer, as his eyes held me up and his fingers were gentle against my skin. "Run away with me." Colossal anguish spilled from my eyes and into his as I stared at him. I could feel my heart press against my ribcage, as if in that moment it wanted to reveal itself to him. His body leaned against mine, gently as he searched my eyes and lowered his lips towards mine.
My chest rose and fell with feverish anticipation. He pulled me closer to him, as if he too needed to feel every part of me against him. The tip of his nose brushed against mine, a tiny nuzzle as his lips grazed mine yet did not kiss me. We both closed our eyes, both became lost in this teasing gesture. My warm breath slipped through my lips and whistled down this throat, making him swallow and sigh and …
"Three days." He whispered against my lips. "Let's run away for three days and forget."
"Where will we go?" I asked him softly, shyly as I swallowed and nuzzled my nose underneath his.
He paused before answering, as if the place he had in mind was too precious to reveal to the listening trees and echoing wind. "Somewhere safe, somewhere secret." He whispered. "Somewhere we can both be normal." I nodded timidly, before suddenly remembering the bear.
Guilt nipped at my heart. "Oh no," I breathed out, panic glazing over my veins and sapping them an electrifying blue as I ran past Jasper and towards the bear. The bear still lay in the same stop as before. I gently collapsed to my knees beside it, running my fingers along its soft fur as I searched for the wounds that rendered it unable to move.
"It's alright," I whispered softly to the creature. "I'll save you." I bent down, lowering my lips to press a dainty kiss on its wet, velvety nose.
"Willa," I looked to my right, seeing Jasper had crouched down next to me, his eyes strained as he looked the bear over. "I…"
I shook my head, pleading with him to control his thirst. "Not this one." I told him delicately, threading my fingers through his at his pained expression. "I'll meet you in my room." I told him softly. "Please."
"Darlin' I…" I squeezed his hand, placing my other one on top of his. His hands were so large compared to mine, so strong and historic as I traced the bite marks that painted him there. "We need to talk about this, about what I am versus who you are. I survive on blood, animal blood and –"
"Just not this one." I quickly rushed out before clearing my throat and softening my words. "We'll find a way." He titled his head in acknowledgment, yet he still did not move – his jaw remaining tight as he lost himself in my eyes. "What is it Jasper?" I asked him gently.
"I'm afraid to leave you my Darlin', woods aren't a safe place at night…especially for someone as pure and love as you." He brushed my hair behind my ear with his free hand, an endearing smile pulling at his lips.
"I'll be alright." I whispered, sucking in my lower lip as my eyes became weak with love. "I'll be fast." I slowly removed my hand from his and walked to where the fallen knife that Fitz had once held lay. I picked it up, feeling it's weight in my hands…feeling the ghost of Fitz's fingertips as he had once held it. I looked over my shoulder back at Jasper who still remained crouched by the bear. "It won't scar." I told him lightly, seeing the worry in his face.
"No." He said, standing and approaching me with long and strong strides. "But it'll hurt." His eyes casted downwards to the knife I held. "It'll always hurt…every time."
"This is me, this is what I am, what I do." I replied delicately.
"At what cost?" He asked sadly.
I looked away from his eyes, knowing that what lay ahead would be complicated and hard. But these three coming days…we could forget about it all…could lose ourselves in one another as if we were two mere mortals having a romantic affair.
"I'll see you soon." I told him, unable to answer his previous question. He gave me a timid nod, his jaw line strong as he clenched his teeth with hard understanding. He then turned to leave, but before he could use his Vampire speed to disappear from me, I called his name and ran towards him.
"Jasper!" He turned back towards me, his eyes softening as I ran towards him. Our bodies collided with a gentle force as I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him with a fragile passion. His body was stiff against mine first, shy as his hands remained at his sides in surprise before he picked me up in his arms and held me close. He kissed me slowly, each motion so desperate and timid as my eyes misted over and my body melted into his. He stole my breath, stole my heart as it finally escaped me and buried itself within him. I felt his tongue brush my lips, silently asking for permission to enter. I nodded shyly, parting my wet lips so our tongues could intertwine. I ran my fingers through his hair, twirling a strand of his honey locks around my finger as his hands caressed and roamed my body with silent rapture. He was so gentle, so timid and polite with every kiss and touch of his hands against me.
My cheeks flushed with heat as he slowly pulled away, nuzzling his nose against mine as he whispered a sweet and breathless I love you before once again disappearing into the night and leaving me to do what my healer's pulse was so desperately calling me to do.
Once the bear was healed and healthy, I nimbly walked back towards my house – the memories of this evening causing my blood to thicken as a new-found heaviness now rested on my shoulders. For my thoughts were constantly on him…on my Fitz who was now somewhere out there, an immortal prince burring himself in self-hatred and blood lust. I just prayed that he would be alright, that I would find him again and strip away the darkness that filled him.
When I arrived at my home, I carefully climbed up the side of my house and entered through the window. A small smile pinched the corners of my mouth as I saw Jasper seated on my bed, my soft toy cradled in his arms as he read from one of the many books I had. His eyes melted with relief and love at the sight of me. Carefully, he placed my book and soft toy down so he could help me through the window – his touch so gentle and careful.
We then packed some of my things quietly in a small pastel pink bag decorated with lace flowers. We made sure to keep silent as we went, yet the looks between us were filled with so much love and promise that as we moved around the room…we found excuses to touch one another. Whether that was a simple finger against finger graze or a gentle caress against the other's body. The longing we suddenly had for each other was overwhelming, as if all this secrecy and events that had happened tonight and over the past few weeks and months had led to this unspoken desire for one another that was soon about to overspill.
I managed to talk to Bella before I left. I woke her gently with a kiss before I explained everything to her, and Bells…being the shining star she was understood. And so, despite the consequences that I would most likely face with Charlie when I returned, despite the complicated chaos that my life had become forever ensnared in…Jasper and I laced our fingers together and departed into the night... with nature's symphonies propelling us forward into that pink mist of blissful solace.
Author's Note: Hello my lovelies! Well that was the last part of Chapter 15! I hope ya'll enjoyed it and goodness...that chapter was so emotionally draining to write! The next chapter will be posted on Friday and it's the chapter I have been most wanting to write for long! I think it'll be the longest chapter too as I'll keep that one all together! But please let me know what you thought of this chapter! I love you all so much and I truly hope with all my heart that you are all alright. But please know, that no matter what comes your way...you are not alone in this world!
NEXT CHAPTER REQUESTS: Hi! So the next chapter will be all about Jasper and Willa over the three days so if ya'll have any requests of moments you'd like to see them have then let know!
~May we wish on the stars for a brighter tomorrow, dream for a world where peace dominates and live our lives with hearts of compassion, generosity and love ~
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Littlecosma001: Eeee hon! You're review literally made me cry and my heart flutter and swell and oh goodness! I don't know how to ever thank you! I am sending you the biggest hug in the whole world! I feel so incredibly blessed to have you as a reader...and for you to think that of my writing, it doesn't feel real. I sometimes get so worried that the story is boring or people aren't interested because it's taking it's time but reading what you read...you're so incredibly sweet. That's so beautiful that you think that of Willa, and I'm sure if she was real then she would absolutely love you! Oh bless, do you truly mean that? That you'd reread this? I don't know what to say...ah I'm crying again! I've always been told I feel tings too deeply and goodness...I've always dreamed of making people happy and giving them something that they can love and cherish. So to know that you'd reread this, it makes me so happy! Hehe that's adorable! I hope you get some sleep though although I can completely relate! Yea...he has his reasons for not looking at Willa but yea...she and I are also rather miffed at that. Oh Willa does! The bear was racing towards Fitz because it sensed a threat! I really hoped you liked how I wrote the scene in this chapter! I was so nervous to post it but I hope it's alright! It was so emotional to write but I truly pray that it is oki! Also, for the next chapter...it will be all about the three days that Jasper and Willa spend together! So if you have any requests for moments you want to see with them together or anything for that special chapter then let me know! It's going to be a rather long one so don't hold back on the suggestions! Carlilse doesn't know anything about Willa's mama...just her papa but as to whether her dad is alive or not...that remains a secret! Yay! I'm so happy that you love the relationship blossoming between Carlilse and Willa! It is one of my favorites to write about! Hehe don't worry...the wolves will come back to play a big part of the plot for the Twilight book! I truly hoped you liked this chapter and I can't wait to see what you think of it! Much Love, Lisette!
SmallLittleCagedBird: Thank you so much for your review! I'm so happy you loved that chapter and I truly hope you liked this one too! I'm so sorry for the late updates in the past! The next chapter will be up on Friday and it'll be a long one too! I'm so sorry about the bears...they can be rather scary no? The next chapter will be all about Jasper and Willa and the three days that they'll spend together! So if you have any requests for moments between the two of them then let me know! Much Love, Lisette
BelguimBear: Oh my goodness hon! You're so adorably sweet! I'm sending you the biggest hair hug! Ah it makes me so happy that you think so! The next chapter will be all about Jasper and Willa though so I hope thats oki! If you have any requests of moments you'd like to see between the two of them then let me know! I can't wait to see what you think of this chapter! Much Love, Lisette
