`Okay Y'all, I just wrote the chapter and I wanted to say somethin' before y'all got mad. The so-called Italian words are really French. I put the wrong ones. So if you could please for my sake, pretend that they Italian. I wanted to get this out as soon as possible & that means if I go back and change it you wouldn't have gotten it until tomorrow. Now there authors note before I started writing this,

Quick A/N! Thank-You, all so much for reviewing. This chapter will be in back in Bella's point of view. Hope You didn't think Jaspers was too shitty. I also want to thank everyone who put my and this story on alerts and favorite. It just completely filled up my mail. It makes me so happy I'm giddy. Oh the joys of writing. Anywho….On with the show

Disclaimer:

Me: Okay, so Stephanie, sign here, here, and here. (Amber points at certain spots on paper.)

S.M: All Right. Here…You…Go. Its always nice to know I have so many fans.

Me: Uh Huh. Well I got to go now. Bye. (Amber runs off leaving S.M alone.)

S.M: Okay Guys, you can come out now.

Edward and Jasper walk out of shadows

Edward: You know Ms. Meyer you just signed over your ownership of us. (Jasper nods in agreement)

S.M *laughs*! Why Edward, Jasper, I'm not that stupid to hand my ownership to some teenage girl! If I was then I wouldn't have thought of you.

Jasper & Edward: Ohhhh! Good Thinking Ms. Meyer.

S.M: Now come on boys, My bed needs a good fixing. *Wink wink*

Back With Amber: Amber looks at paper and does happy dance. Then she notices that it was her apartment receipt.

Amber: Great Just Great!

S.M Owns All!

Sorry for long auther Note! Again….On with the show!

Previously On Jasper's Point Of View.

Rose, Emmett and Me just looked at each other before Emmett burst out saying,

"What the fuck just happened?"

Bella's point of view, Location: running in the woods toward her home.

I couldn't believe some of the memories I had pulled out of Jasper! It wasn't his fault what had happened. I finally realize that. It's just hard for me to trust with everything I have been through. I was still apprehensive about trusting Emmett, although he always had been the closest to me and like I big brother, but still. I didn't trust Rosalie one bit though. She still just scared the shit out of me. Yes Me, Isabella Fucking Swan-Hanson.

I sometimes wondered though, if she was as mean as she said she was.

'Of Coarse she is, No one can pretend to be that mean, not even me.'

I continued running for a few blocks until I reached my property. I ran up to my room and stripped. (I would get my truck tomorrow.)

Right Now All I wanted was a long hot bath, a good book, (Wuthering Heights! Yes I still Love Wuthering Heights! No matter how long ago it was written.) and a meal.

And by meal I don't mean blood. I suppose I should explain something before y'all try to kill me.

I don't drink blood. Any type of blood. I prefer….get ready for it…..chocolate. I know it's weird, but for some odd reason I think I retained some of my human traits. Either that or I wasn't completely vampire. Oh, Who was I kidding, that's not possible, so it had to be the first.

I mean I can knock people out and myself out, even if it is for a short time, I don't crave blood, I crave chocolate, and I constantly fall over.

How much weirder could it get?

Not Much!

The only vampires I know of who would know, would be the volturi but I can't go there since they would either A) Want me to join their guard, B) Kill me for working for Maria, or C) Study Me Like an experiment. And I didn't really want any of those.

It's a good thing I had never reached the volturi.

That Maria had gotten me before I could make it there….

*Flashback*

I had just got off the plane and was trying to find my way around the airport. Now I wished I had taken Italian instead of German back in high school. Surprisingly everything was In Italian. Note the sarcasm.

I wished there was some type of interpreter or something, anything. I mean, although I knew a couple phrases in Italian it wasn't enough for me to get around/

"Madame, Faire te besain aident? (Miss, Do you need help?) Someone asked me from behind. I turned around and was about to say yes, when I noticed that she was a vampire, and not only a vampire but a human drinking vampire.

"Non, Merci." I answered back.

"Hmm. Suis' Moi." She said and turned and started to walk away.

When I didn't follow she motioned for me to follow and I did. I figured she wasn't part of the Volturu, because I would have remembered seeing someone with such rare beauty the last time I was here. She was almost as beautiful as Rosalie, almost.

She had Long curly black hair that went to the middle of her made. Almost translucent skin, she was short at about 5'2, but had heals on. She was also very skinny, but what vampire wasn't.

She had on a long black and red skirt, a red tube top, and some weird black scarf thingy.

But the scariest part about her was her eyes. Don't get me wrong, I had seen red eyes-like on James and Victoria- but these were unbelievable. They were a bright ruby red that pierced your soul. They were so scary they were beautiful.

She led me out a back door and into an ally-way. She kept going for a couple blocks and then she abruptly stopped.

I almost ran into her and muttered a small, "Parson."

She just Humphed.

I looked around to see where we were, but couldn't she much. We were in a narrow, brick, ally-way, so if she wanted to kill me, she could do it easily.

"Where-" I stopped mid sentence because I figured she probably didn't speak English.

Then she grabbed my arm- a little too tight in my opinion- and led me to a dead end. There were brick walls all around us but no Exits.

"Oh wait that's right she is going to try to kill me. Great!"

"S'il vous plait, Oú une nous?" (Please, where are we.)

She just looked at me and smirked.

"Um…Parlez-vous anglais?" I asked her.

"Oui." She stated.

"Uh… Te… wha… nous… je… you… pourqoui… GAH!" (You, what, we, I, you, why.)

"Miss…I do speak English, I just wanted to see how long you could keep up the façade of trying to speak Italian. Oh and if you didn't notice you were speaking French instead of Italian." She finished with that trademark smirk I would come to know.

"I… uh… you… GOSH!" I sputtered out.

"Such a woman of many words, I thought you were different but apparently I thought wrong." Cocky Bitch.

"Um…so you knew English and let me make a fool of myself?" I managed to get out.

"Oui."

"So…you knew?"

"Oui."

"I mean, you really knew?" I decided to play with her, see how far I could stretch her.

"Oui, I thought nous established que!" She was getting mad. AND I got her to switch over to French a couple times. Yay Me! I smirked internally.

But I think I accidently showed my smugness because she…growled.

"You really REALLY knew?" this was the most fun I'd had in weeks.

"YES, YOU BITCH! WHAT PART OF YES DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Cool I got her mad. "The Yes: Part."

She snarled in response.

"Okay, okay, geese. No, need to get your panties in a bunch, I was just making sure." This was fun.

"Now," she started speaking again. Damn, how did I not notice how squeaky her voice was? "I'm sure you are wondering why I brought you back here." She continued.

"So, not really." I answered back in a bored tone. If I was going to die, I miles while die having fun.

"No?" she asked.

"Nope!" I popped the P.

"Not the least bit interested?"

"What part of 'No' don't you understand?" I mocked her earlier words.

"You-"

"Now listen…I know who you are, what you are, and why I am here, so let's just get this over with." I was finally getting serious.

"Fine, If you know so much, than who am I?" she shot back.

"You are Maria, 'ruler' of the south, you are a vampire- human drinker- and you either brought me here to A) Drink me dry, or B) Turn me into a vampire." I finished with a smug look on my face.

'Damn, what is with us and smugness today? Hmm, must be something about the air in Italy.'

I took a moment to look at her face and she was actually kind of shocked.

'Whoo, Hoo! 3 points for the human for shocking the vampire into speechlessness!'

"How did you know that?" she asked me in a very confused voice.

"Lucky Guess?" One look at her face showed irritation, so I continued. "Actually, My Ex-fiancé was a vampire. His sister's husband was married to the Jasper Whitlock."

"Oh…wait…Jasper? My Jasper?" she asked me. She was shocked yet again. Man, I am On a roll! I was proud of myself.

"Um… yeah… I guess he's your Jasper. You know, 6'4, honey blonde hair, muscles, scars, yadda yadda." This was seriously getting boring.

"Yes…Yes…that's him." She had a faraway look in her eyes. Now this was even more boring, if that was possible. I just wanted to get this over with.

"Yo, vamp gal, hello? Mexican girl? Hello? Anyone in there?" I said as I waved my hand back-in-forth in front of her face.

"Oh, yes, now I would say sorry but I don't do that…so…you were right about everything…except I did not bring you here to eat you. I brought you here because this is one of my warehouses." Wow…is she stupid or what?

"I am confused… isn't is dangerous to have a warehouse in the middle of Italy…where the volturi live?" I asked her in a 'duh' tone.

"No, no, this isn't my warehouse for newborn's it is for when I find people-like you- who have special abilities." She concluded.

"Okay well first, how did you know I had a special ability, what is that so-called special ability, why should I believe you and where the heck is this warehouse you keep talking about, 'cause all I see is a bunch of brick and wall." Whew, I was amazed. I got it all out in one breath.

"All-right human, I guess I shall answer your questions, I have a vampire who can tell what a power is, your power in a mental and physical shield, but should get stronger when I turn who, you should trust me because I hold your fate in my hands, and this 'so-called' warehouse is right here." When she finished that statement she turned around pushed a brick in and the sewer grate that was below us gave way.

All she said was "hold on" before we started falling through into a sewer. And let me tell you, those things reek like hell. We landed not so gracefully into the city sewer water. Okay well I landed on my knees she landed gracefully.

She grabbed my arm and she started pulling my down the tunnel for a few hundred yards until we reached a metal gate. The whole time I was thinking "Ew…this is gross…Ew…I got to go pee…Ew this is gross."

With her superhuman strength she pulled the gate up, pushed me through, walked in after me and let the gate fall with a huge BANG!

I jumped at the sound and I swear it kept ringing in my ear for a while.

We went through many twists and turns but we finally made it to this so called warehouse. If it could even be called that.

It was about a 15x20 room, with just a dirt floor, metal walls and ceiling and 1 exit. The only furniture it held was a dingy couch, a bed with the springs sticking out, and one small- wobbly- table. It held only one lamp.

"Sit" she said pointing to the bed. I sat.

"Lay down." I laid down.

"Stay." Yeah right.

"What am I a dog? You can't just order me around like that." I was pissed.

"Watch me." Was her only reply as she went to shut the 2 gates.

"Now, this will hurt, don't scream, and don't move. Understand?" well I guess this is it.

"Yeah, I suppose, but isn't this the part where you say 'Any Last Request'?" I love being a smart aleck.

"Fine." She huffed. "Any last request while your still human?"

"No, not really. Thanks for asking though." Now it was her turn to be pissed.

"You little...-". she started but I cut her off.

"Yeah, Yeah, I know. Now let's just get this over with."

She motioned for me to lay back down on the bed, so I did.

"Ready?" I couldn't believe she was asking me this.

"As ready as I will ever be. But does it really matter?"

"No. not really." She said with the first smile I had seen from her.

She then leaned down, sunk her teeth into my neck, then did the same to my wrists and ankles.

I didn't think it was too bad, but that was before the pain started.

I wanted to scream. Scream for it to stop. Scream for her to kill me. Anything. But I didn't. I wouldn't. I couldn't.

I remember watching her as she looked down at me. But then all there was only blackness…

*End Flashback*

"Thinking about the same thing as me?" I spun around to look at where the voice came from.

There was Maria, laying on my bed, in all her glory.

"If you are thinking about pickles than yes, I was."

"No. I know what you were thinking about." I raised an eyebrow at her. So she continued. "You were thinking about when we first met." She finished with her trademark smirk.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess I was. Now why are you here? I am not even dressed yet." I at least wanted to get dressed before anyone saw me.

"Oh, yes, that's why I was here. You have to come with me. Micky let some of the newborns get loose and we have to got find them."

I was pissed. How many times had I told her that Micky was un-re-li-ab-le? To many to count.

I must have said that out loud because she grunted in response.

"Well he is." Was my only defense statement.

"Alright. Now go get some clothes on and meet me at warehouse 7." Then she jumped out me window and disappeared.

I walked over to my closet threw on a pair of black skinny jeans, black tank top, Black jean jacket, and 5 inch black ankle boot. I was ready.

I jumped out my window, and I too disappeared into the night.

So what do you think? I wasn't too happy with this chapter, but you let me know. I think my update schedule will be Saturdays and Wednesdays. TTFN! Ta ta for now!