This is a story about if Jasper Hale would have fallen in love with a run away slave before he was turned into a vampire!

I don't not own Jasper Hale or any of the other Twilight characters

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I stared hard as I saw her standing there, she was scared, rightly so. With her being an African American run away slave, she could be killed if she got caught. All my life, thinkin' about slaves and seein' em made me sick to my stomach. They're worse than fuckin' dirt! But my heart stopped and felt like my brain was in my throat when laid my eyes on here. I'm a confederate solider, an officer!! I shouldn't be fallin' for something like this.

"It ain't safe out here ya know.." I spoke low to her, holding her tight by the arm. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, tears ran down her face. "Don't speak, stay quite ya hear?" I picked her up and got on my horse, riding it back to my house that wasn't too far from the forest we were in.

I walked into my house, shut and locked the door before setting the woman down.

"W..what are you gonna do with me?" She had been crying even more so than when I found her but her voice was like silk.

"I dunno why you thought it was a good idea to be tryin' to run away.." I tried wiping her face with a wet towel but she drew back.

"Hold still now," I held her face still and wiped the dirt off her face. She was even more beautiful than ever.

"C-cain't I just—" she started.

"No! You cain't!!" I shouted at her. "Just use this here towel. Plus even if you get all this dirt off your face, you'll always be dirty." I told her coldly. She looked down in shame and I felt my heart sink a bit. "Just...clean up when you're done...bathroom is on the left."

She nodded quickly with a smile on her face and ran to the bathroom. I sighed to myself and took off my clothes before changing into my sleep wear. I sat near the fire place and washed the flames dance around. After about 15 minutes I heard the bathroom door open and shut.

"Thank you." she spoke softly. I turned around to see her standing there still in a towel. Her very deep smooth brown skin complemented the fluffy white towel. I felt my heart skip a beat.

I bit my lip slightly and turned back to the fire. "I've never even touched a nigger before..let alone let one in my house." I gripped the chair's arm.

"I won't overstay my welcome sir." She sat down a good ways away from me. I glanced at her.

"Good, now I was fixin' to make supper. You can have my left overs.." I stood up and walked past her. "And put some clothes on." I tossed her a random shirt of mine. She slowly put it on as I got dinner going. "The name's Jasper Whitlock.." I put some bread and meat on my plate and sat at the table. She sat against the wall on the other side on the room.

"Elora," she played with her fingers. "Thank you Mr. Whitlock...for saving me." I ignored her gratitude. "Where did you come from Elora?"

"Mississippi, Stephen Duncan owes me..you might have heard of him." She looked up at me. I looked at her in shock but nodded a bit.

"I know of him. How did you get out?! There must be thousands of huntin dogs sniffin you down as we speak!" I finished eating and tossed her the plate. The plate cracked when it landed on the floor, making the few bites of food fly off. Elora gasped loud and scrambled to eat what was on the floor. "You can sleep buy the fire place. I'm going to sleep. And no, you may not sleep on the couch or chair. Leave in the morning, I don't need Duncan's boys comin after me." I went into my room and shut the door. I laid in my bed and closed my eyes as I let sleep take over my body.

I kept dreaming of Elora, wanting to be with her, I dreamt of kissing her, holding her in my arms. Even starting a life with her. I woke up fast, my body and clothes drenched in sweat. I slowly sat up, rubbing my head.

"Fuck.." I groaned. "Am I really lustin' after this nigger?" I hopped up from bed and ran to the kitchen when I noticed a good smell in the air. To my surprise, Elora was there cooking breakfast. I just stared in shock, not knowing what to do.

"I do apologize for using your kitchen without your say...but I thought I ought show my thanks." She put the pot of coffee on the table. I looked at the table to see beefsteak, eggs, fried potatoes, fruit pie, hotcakes and the coffee sitting there.

I clenched my jaw and fist slightly. Without a word I sat down and began eating. It was the best food I have ever eaten. I looked at her as she sat against the wall again, messing with her fingers like before.

How is it that something like her can cook this well?! Not even my own mother cooked this good!! After awhile, I took a sip of my coffee then finally spoke.

"Come closer...you cooked a lot of food, even for a man like me. You can have what's left." I got up and got a plate from the counter then handed it to her, trying my best to not look at her in the face. She took the plate and got her a bit of everything. She sat on the floor against the wall and started eating like it had been weeks since her last meal, which probably was an understatement.

"You can stay Elora," I cleared my throat some and walked over to her. "It'd do me good to have someone do my cookin and cleanin for me." I squatted down and put my hand on her shoulder. "I won't tell anyone you're here. And you best not leave this house without my say so? You got that?" Elora looked at me and nodded. "If anyone is over, you are to hide under my bed until I come get you. You understand?" I stared at her. Her beauty seemed to put me in some kind of trance. Her chocolate brown eyes, her plump lips and cute nose. Even her short black hair was appealing to me.

"I understand Mr. Whitlock!" her voice interrupted my thoughts. I blinked a few times and nodded.

"And...thank you for the breakfast." I got up and walked to the bathroom. "Now clean up." I shut the bathroom door to take a bath.