So because of the family emergency I had, This chapter will be the only one posted today.

However, I have the next chapter almost done!

Please enjoy!

Chapter 5

The nightmare was familiar. It haunted her during the day and at night, her worst fear. But before the worst came to her, it changed. Jasper was there, protecting her, caressing her face like she was the most precious thing in the world.

"Jasper," she sighed, leaning into the touch.

His cold, hard lips pressed into hers, softly, making her gasp. She felt herself waking. Slightly disappointed that it had all been a dream, she became aware of reality. She registered the cold lips against hers. She quickly reached up and ran her fingers through Jasper's hair, pulling him closer to her,deepening the kiss, until the need for air became too much.

"Jasper," Abrigail sighed, once again before tearing up. She looked into his eyes and saw the anger, sorrow and understanding. He knew her secret shame.
"Shh. Its okay, darlin'," Jasper wiped the tears off her face as they fell. "Whats wrong?"

"You," Abrigail chocked, making Jasper despair thinking he did something wrong. "You know. What happened. Don't you."

Jasper looked into her eyes, giving her her answer. As Abrigail cried, Jasper just help her, rocking her, soothing her in any way possible.

After some time, she stopped crying, only sniffing every so often. She peeked through her hair up at Jasper, studying his features. So like the photo…

"What are you thinking, darlin'," Jasper asked looking down.

"I want to tell you what happened."

"Abrigail, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I will nit think any less of you. And I will never demand to know." Jasper's soft reply made her smile ever so slightly as she steeled herself, readying to reply.

"I think you deserve to know, hun. I don't know what exactly is going on between us, but I don't want any lies." Abrigail took a deep, calming breath, steadying herself.

"I was born into a world of southern hospitality, where the bible belt ruled, as I am sure you know very well. My grandfather was different from the rest of my family. He was accepting where everyone else was not, and he cared for me in ways my parents couldn't, or wouldn't. As the eldest daughter, certain thing were expected of me. I should have been a debutante, I should have been courted and engaged by a certain age to a wealthy handsome young man. Married with children and running a household from inside by 25. but I didn't want those things. I wanted to read, to write stories. I loved to work on cars and ride my horse for hours on end. I remember when I was younger, my mother and father would fight for hours on end, leaving me to take care of my siblings, to comfort them, even as I tried not to cringe at the harsh words. I could cook at a young age, because after my father left us when I was 6, my mother was always out, trying to find a suitable second husband. She didn't know how to be independent. But I was determined not to end up like her. Then he started to get mean. He would use a belt, but when I stopped being afraid of that, he moved onto other things, one time getting so violent I had to be carried into my room, because I couldn't walk. My stepbrother would step in when it got too bad after he moved in with us. But the worst part was, at first I wanted to get his approval. Being a daddy's girl, and loosing my father after the divorce, I wanted it back. But he was cruel. And my only solstice was my grandfather. But after a while the years caught up with him, and he grew weak, unable to protect me from my mother and her husband. He passed away, leaving his inheritance to me. For months, I would go through boxes of his memories, not eating, not leaving his house. But one day, after getting weak from not eating, I was out in the town, getting something to eat. Being tired, I let my guard down, I wasn't paying attention, as it got dark. It was one of the boys who had asked to court me a while back. I could tell he had been drinking, so I ignored him as he called out to me. I ran as fast as I could, but it wasn't enough. He didn't even bother to hide what he was doing, no one stopped him. I was humiliated, hurt and on the verge of passing out. Then my Step brother, off all people, pulled him away. But it was too late. Eric, my step brother, alerted the sheriff, and got me to the doctor. I got visits from my family, all telling me how disappointed they were in me. Insinuating that I was lying because I didn't want to seem like a whore. I was disowned and left alone, but Eric had my back. He moved into my grandfathers house with me, helped me. I will never forget what he did for me." Abrigail was shaking as she finished talking. She was almost hyperventilating. It was only Jasper's comforting grip on her, that she was able to continue.

"One day, I was going through boxes, and I happened on a diary of my great grandfather, from the civil war. As I read it, I all but fell in love with a mystery man, his best friend, who died in the war. A Major Jasper Whitlock, who had lied about his age only to become the youngest major on the confederate side. I didn't even know what he looked like, but the way my great grandfather wrote about him, I felt as though I new him. But it was silly. He had died in a war before I was born, right? But I wanted to know more! So I looked through some history books, and I found a few pictures of him." At this Jasper stiffened, pulling away, until Abrigail pulled him closer.

"I read everything I could find. I looked on the internet. I was surprised at how many Jaspers there seemed to be, but something caught my notice. Everyone contacted me about a Jasper in their class, all describing him too look like the major. So, I asked all I could. Until one day, a guy named Jacob told me that I should stop thinking about Jasper, that he was dangerous. I finally got where he lived out of him, though I kind of had to flirt with him. I researched ways you could still have been alive, even legends. Then I found the legend of the cold ones."

Abrigail sighed as Jasper got up and paced. He was thinking too much.

"So you know what I am? And you still feel the same way about me?" Jasper was getting agitated at the fact that he hadn't seen this happening. What had gone wrong. No one had found out before.

"Well you see, I know I am your mate, because you are mine." Abrigail said, looking down at the sheets.

"Your mate? You are not a vampire!" Jasper frowned.

"No, but I am a Siren."

So I hope you all liked this chapter, and I hope you don't mind the cliffy at the end!

A big surprise, non?

But why is she in the hospital?

Any guesses?

Au revior

Kat