Now, I'd like to let you all know that this fanfiction is set before Twilight, which I'm sure will makes some things clear to you

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Chapter Eighteen

Once Carlisle had allowed me out of bed, I'd set about building my strength up. The sooner I got out of here, the better. I didn't want anything stupid, like emotions, to get in the way of my plan. Hm, they'd definately been played with enough lately. I'd of course have to tell Jasper about what had really happened between us. Maybe it would make it easier for him, who knows? This day came faster than I expected, but when I made to go and announce my departure, it was almost as if they knew. I walked into the living room, where the family usually accumulates, to find no one there. I blinked, and began to search the house, only to find it deserted. Eventually, I glimpsed them through a window, gathered in the forest, close to the porch, and I made my way outside.

"You know?" I asked, jogging down the wooden steps to meet them. Carlisle nodded, his face sombre, but his eyes full of a kind of contented understanding.

"Edward told us. You wish to leave,"

Of course he had. Edward wouldn't want me to stay any longer than I needed to either.

"I can't stay here. It's not that I don't want to, I just...it wouldn't be right if I did, for either of us." I couldn't help but look at Jasper then. I wished I hadn't. His face was broken. He hadn't seen this coming, and they hadn't told him. I bit my lip lightly.

"We understand," Carlisle said, placing a hand on my shoulder, "It's been a pleasure having you here. Thank you,"

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow at this. I'd hardly brought pleasurable experiences to anyone here. Edward caught my eye as I thought this, and he shook his head, as if he was disagreeing with me. How strange. I shook it from my mind, and turned to them all, "Well, if it's any consolation, I have something for each of you."

There was a mass of confused expressions looking on as I unhooked my rucksack from my shoulder – which I'd collected only this morning – and began to rummage in it. First I brought out a bottled elixir - resembling a wine bottle - and I strode over to Emmett, "Here. Don't break it," I warned, handing it to him.

"What is it?" He asked, trying to squint through the dark glass.

"It's a potion we use to make vampires drunk. Don't drink it all at once, it'll make you go blind,"

Emmett's face brightened, "No way! Oh this is awesome!"

He grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug. Past the near suffocation, it was a surprisingly nice hug. He put me back on the floor, and I quietly promised him that I'd send him more. He gave me a 'subtle' wink, and tucked the bottle into his shirt pocket, where it stuck out to his ear, like some weird communications device. Next, I walked over to Rosalie and Alice. They looked surprised when I handed them two pieces of jewellery, one necklace and one choker, both holding the same silver pendant. "These don't really do anything," I admitted, "But they do look nice!"

For the first time, Rosalie actually smiled. Alice looked like she was going to cry, and leapt at me. At first, I thought that she was going to attack me, but instead she wrapped her arms around my torso in some weird kind of pixie-hug. I stood there, awkwardly hugging her back, until she broke away, "Thank you, Morgana. I've been so mean to you and you've done so much for me...and..."

I gulped, worrying that the guilt and general discomfort was obvious on my face, but luckily, she didn't seem to notice. If only you knew...

I smiled at her, before walking over to Edward. We shared a look that ran a little too deep, before I produced a ring. It was silver, like the pendants, but an intricate design of swirls and lines were etched into the oval surface. "You're lonely now, Edward, but you will find someone to love and cherish. I promise you,"

He gave a flicker of a smile, and carefully took the ring. Esme and Carlisle were next, and I couldn't help but hug them both. "You've been like parents to me, real parents, and nothing I can give you will ever match what you've done for me, but hopefully you'll find a use for them."

I pulled out a long scarf, and handed it to Esme. She gasped when she touched it, and I explained, "It's made from the softest material on this planet, for the softest vamp- person," I corrected, smiling, "that I've ever met,"

Her golden eyes shone with warmth and trapped tears, "Thank you, Morgana. It's beautiful,"

I turned to Carlisle, but before I could pull his gift from my rucksack, he caught my hand, "You've been like a daughter to us, Morgana. Know that you'll always have a place here, and a family."

His words almost made me cry, but before I could, I distracted myself by heaving his gift from the rucksack. He raised his eyebrows as I passed him a heavy, worn book. "This is everything I know about witch magic, potions and remedies. I thought you'd find it...insightful,"

He looked pleased with his gift, and I could see that he was dying to look through it, but instead he looked at me, "You're very generous, thank you."

I smiled, "Go ahead and look through it now, I won't be offended."

He laughed quietly, but tucked the book carefully under his arm. He wouldn't have looked out of place being distracted by his gift; after all, Alice and Rosalie were already swarming around Esme and her scarf, itching to feel the soft material.

So, that leaves Jasper.

I turned to him, where he stood away from everyone else. He still looked upset. "Jasper, I was wondering whether you could give me a ride?"

"I bet he would," Emmett snorted from a few metres away. Thankfully, his comment wasn't particularly meaningful, more like an opportunity for dirty humour taken. Jasper looked confused, but he nodded. I had to give them all one final goodbye before I left, and in all honesty, it did hurt to leave them. I'd miss Carlisle and his compassion, and Esme's motherly warmth, and Emmett's childish humour. Hell, I'd even miss Alice and Rosalie and Edward. I couldn't think about them too much though, or I'd risk bursting into tears in the car with Jasper. Maybe I could pretend I was allergic to cars...or maybe not. Jasper was silent as he drove me towards the nearest train station. I didn't have a passport – or a plan... – so travelling by train was probably the best option when going far away. We pulled up in the car park as the sun was breaking through the clouds, making the entire place glow warmly. "You can't get out, right?" I said, as Jasper looked up at the clouds, as if willing them to strengthen. He shook his head,

"No, although this place is small, I may be able to get to cover and back without drawing attention."

He was wearing a thick jacket too, so he had little skin exposed. "Alright," I said, and grabbing my giant rucksack, I got out of the car. I couldn't help but notice how much the shiny Volvo stood out in the quaint car park. This train station was tiny, and looked like it belonged in the 1950s. It was strangely romantic, with little picket fences and flowers and the sun-soaked open platforms. It didn't fit in with the nearby Forks at all. As I stood to wait in the shade, I signalled the all-clear to Jasper, and he darted from the car in a blur, appearing at my side in the cover of the overhanging roof as his door swung shut. He looked around quickly, but I pinched his arm lightly, "There's no one there, Jasper."

He looked down at me, an obviously false smile on his face, "You can't blame me for being on edge,"

"You know, you can read other people's emotions, but you really are terrible at knowing your own."

He gave me a confused look, and I shook my head, "You don't love me Jasper. You probably don't even like me very much. Tell me, how do think that it was possible for you and I to do the things that we did? For you to feel the way that you did about me?"

"I...I don't..." He stammered, and I was sure that if he could, he would be blushing.

"You and Alice – you're soul mates. So we should be impossible, do you understand?"

He still looked confused, but he nodded. It would have surprised me if he hadn't had been confused. I took a deep breath, ready for an outburst as I explained,

"That's how I – as a Bait – do my job. Or at least did my job," I shook my head, "We have the ability to numb the bond between soul mates, and tempt even the best of men away from their women. I don't love you, I was doing my job. You've been believing a lie, Jasper, and I'm sorry."

I tried to make my explanation as blunt as possible, there was no point in sugar-coating it, either for him or me. However, I hoped he hadn't heard me stutter when I told him that I didn't love him. To my surprise, he didn't look hurt, or angry or confused. He just...accepted it. "I always wondered...how such a thing was possible..." He said, more to himself than to me. "I should have known."

"If it's any consolation, then becoming so close to you probably saved your coven."

"I think you need to look that word up," He said, a twinkle in his eye. I chuckled, but in the distance I could hear the approaching train. He heard it to, and his expression finally saddened.

"I know that you have to leave, but...I don't want you to,"

I couldn't stop myself then, and I hugged him tightly, as the train drew ever closer. His smell, no matter how repulsive it was to me, was somehow comforting in its strength. It felt real. More real than anything we'd shared together before. I vaguely noticed a few people walk past as we pulled apart, and I saw them gawp at Jasper and I – the two supernatural beings embracing in the shade of the sun. The train chugged up to the platform, and there was a small flurry of noise as people boarded and departed.

"No time for a ticket them," I said.

Jasper and I shared a final look, before I took my hat from my back, where it lay nestled beside my bow, empty quiver (I mentally reminded myself to make more arrows later) and Iris, and pulled it onto my head. "See you around, kid." I winked at him, and he chuckled, "You'd make a good outlaw in the West. All you need is a name..."

I gasped and smiled, "Really! Wow...I'll have to think of an appropriate nickname for myself later,"

The conductor blew the whistle in a little further up the platform from us, and I turned to go,

"Will I ever see you again?" He asked, and I struggled not to cringe at such a cliché,

"Call me when you need me," I replied, and turned away. I shouldered the large rucksack, and strode down the platform. I didn't look back once at the vampire as I hopped onto the train, and started my journey into the unknown. What the Hell, there's been enough clichés already!

I thought about what I'd slipped into Jasper's pocket during our hug. Maybe I shouldn't have given it to him, after all, he was supposed to forget about me and go on with his life with his family and his wife, but it felt right to share it with him. Besides, he could always cut it down and wear it as a piece of jewellery. It would make one cool-ass mood ring, that's for sure.

As the forest rolled past, I lowered my trilby, and felt my eyes close. For some reason, they were beginning to burn, not unlike the sensation I'd felt as Carlisle administered the human blood into my arm. The burning was short-lived however, and soon my eyes felt normal again. I relaxed back into my seat. Wherever I was going, it was going to be a long journey.

...

Jasper

I watched the train pull out of the station, and despite the ache in my heart, I couldn't help but smile. I'd never forget that witch. I turned from the platform, and slipped my hands into my pockets. To my surprise, I felt something hard in there. I pulled it out carefully, sensing the sharpness of the item. When I held it up, I knew exactly what it was. I'd know that violet colour anywhere. Iris. Of course, she hadn't sacrificed the entire dagger, only a single sliver of the strange blade. But still, I couldn't be ungrateful. She'd given me a shard of her most precious weapon – a very piece of herself. So that I could always feel her emotions. I laughed quietly as I twirled the shard in between my fingers, and it flickered off of the nearby sunlight, its beauty...indescribable. I pocketed it, but kept my fingers on it as I strode from the cover, not as bothered as I should have been by the possibility of an audience as I got into the car, and drove away.

As I drove, I kept one hand on the wheel, and held Morgana's gift in the other. The road hardly needed my attention, and as I was studying the beautiful shard, I noticed the change in the colour. It began to turn a midnight blue, not dissimilar to how her eyes had looked when I'd forced her into sleep a few days ago. But as I watched, I noticed a sliver of colour. It was a quick change, and I first mistook it for a trick of the light, but I knew that colour better than the violet. The golden colour of my eyes – flashing through her blade, through her own irises. With a smile, I realized that whether the change was permanent or not, that I too, had left something with her.

That beautiful witch, with white porcelain skin, long ebony black hair and changing violet eyes.

That beautiful witch, who wielded a bow with graceful, unforgiving ease, and could end your life with a flash of her ethereal blade.

That beautiful witch, who'd tricked my soul into sharing my heart.

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JASPER! Y U NO CALL MORGANA WHEN THE VOLTURI CAME!
She would have whooped their asses.

So, that's the end of my fanfiction 'Iron & Wine', I hope you all enjoyed it, and had a merry Christmas and a happy New Year also
I'm planning on writing two more Jasper fanfictions after this one, and then moving onto something else, maybe The Vampire Diaries? Although, I will be starting college (English :D ) soon, so I might have less time this year with GCSEs and A-Levels and whatnot...But anyway, stay tuned!

Please review and let me know what you think! I'll also put up a chapter with all of the music after this one :D