Chapter 4: Into the Woods

Meanwhile,

In a house hidden deep within the woods seemingly untouched by time stood two immortals. Staring out into the wood through the glass window of her bedroom stood a woman who could be described as Aphrodite incarnate.

The woman had luscious curls which looked like it was spun from gold. The beauty's skin was a flawless pearl white that if you looked close enough, it glittered like diamonds. She stood at 5'8 with an hour glass figure, a nicely rounded shaped ass incased in tight fitted jeans that looked like it was painted on like a second skin. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned, not too big and not too small. She wore a designer tight fitted t-shirt. All in all this woman was the embodiment of beauty and sin with her looks and she knew it.

The man in contrast to the beauty was vast. With ruggedly long blonde locks and skin the same color as the woman but whereas her skin was flawless the man's body was riddled with scars. The man had a lithe swimmers build with strong broad shoulders and strong muscles that while they weren't bulging like a body builder they were firm and impressive. He wore tight jeans, cowboy boots and an open collared polo.

These two beautiful beings in the timeless house in the woods were no ordinary people, they weren't even human they were in fact vampires. Not like Anne Rice's vampires or Dracula but they shared some traits. The strength, speed, grace and bloodlust was where the similarities ended. Unlike fictional vampires a stake in the heart won't kill them. Nothing can kill them apart from fire as their bodies are highly flammable. Their skin is as hard as the diamond's their skins glitter as. They don't burn in the sun, instead they sparkle like a thousand tiny diamonds refracting from the sun. Though they drink blood unlike the rest of their kind these two vampires drink from the blood of animals.

They stood in silence for a while just staring at the swaying of the trees as the wind blew outside before the woman spoke her voice sounding naturally both alluring and husky.

"How is she?"

The man glanced at her briefly with a furrowed brow and pursed his lips at the question before he answered with a smooth Texan drawl. "As well as can be expected," the man looked uncomfortable at recalling how close he had been to being caught by the woman he once considered a little sister. With a glare at his non-answer she growled warningly "Jasper."

Jasper bowed his head in defeat before he elaborated what he meant. "She is in pain Rosalie," Jasper admitted softly. Rosalie bit her lip worriedly as she stared at her brother waiting to hear more. Turning from the window he faced his sister as he continued to report what he had felt from her during his mission to check on his little sister. "She was happy to be home and reunited with her wolf," Jasper paused as he felt a spike of jealousy from his sister.

Raising a brow towards the blonde she raised her own blonde brow in response unapologetic of her emotions and refused to speak of them. With a shrug he continued his report. "But she is weary and in constant pain whether it is emotional, physical or both I don't know. But what I do know is that as soon as she stepped a foot off of the plane her pain increased as if being in Forks is painful to her.

Jasper grimaced as he recalled all of the feelings his little human sister had felt once she stepped off of the plane. At first she had felt relief, probably from being off of the plane. Then she felt a brief feeling of abandonment, sorrow, heartbreak, resentment, and anger before finally settling on indifference. It was quite the emotional cocktail that he couldn't help but feel sorry for her and wonder what caused her such turmoil.

When she saw her wolf however she felt happy, content, relief, peace, safe, lust and love a very strong love at that. Jasper hadn't noticed he had been speaking his thoughts out loud until he felt his sister's jealousy again. Glancing at his usually cold sister's face he caught the many emotions he felt from her flash across her face before she could hide it. Jealousy, frustration, regret, worry, guilt and love. Jasper felt bad for Rose, he really did but what happened is her fault as much as it is his as well.

After a moment of silence Jasper hesitantly informed the silent woman beside him of what else he observed. "There is something else," glancing at her brother questionably he continued, "she has this hole in her bond with her wolf. It is like she is not complete, therefore the bond is not complete." Jasper tried to explain as best as he could that Rosalie's bond with her may be saved but she would have to share with the wolf if that is the case, that there may be hope for them after all.

"Do I have a chance brother?" Rosalie asked hesitantly sounding and looking as vulnerable as Jasper had ever seen her. Not knowing the answer and not wanting to give his sister false hope he shrugged.

"I don't know Rose but I hope so."