RCA: Round four. If you don't feel like reviewing then don't. I won't force you...but if it's not to much trouble, instead of reviewing, would you subscribe to my author alert?

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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except what my twisted mind morphs and disorients of Stephanie Meyer's book. The most I own is the New Moon DVD, and a bunch of the books and a tee...a bag with Taylor Lautner's face on it.... No, RMX, I am not obsessed. Much. :/ Aw...am I the only one obsessed with Twilight? I just find the idea of having vampires in the world slightly scary...and kind of romantic.... So, enough with my hopeless romantic ideas that Jasper will come into my room at 4:15 a.m. and bite me...onto the POV!

POV: Jasper Whitlock-Hale

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I felt the angery rush from my body as I looked down into the camp. It was empty. I jumped from the tree, dust rising from the dirt as my boots touched down. Empty. Of course it was empty, Jasper. I sighed. Damnit, I must have been projecting again. I had been alive 100 plus year and I didn't even know how to control my projecting. Reading feelings, perfect, however, projecting sucks. I didn't know when I was doing it half the time.

That's when I heard the screaming. That loud, blood curling scream. It gave me goosebumps...me! I was a dead, stone-cold vampire and I hadn't had goosebumps since the night Maria changed me. I took the deepest breath, searching for Bella. I picked the chocolate and caramel scent I knew as Bella and took off running. How she got this far without me knowing was a mystery I'd ask her about later. I reached the end of the cliff and looked down. Not too far of a fall, it wouldn't cause death...but serious, irreversable injury. I took an unnessary breath.

That's when I smelt it.

That's when I smelt her blood. The juicy red liquid seemed to fill my mouth before I had left this spot. I leaped from the cliff and landed, hard, next to the left side of her injured body. It looked nothing like Bella at all. Her neck was at an odd angle. Her right arm was beneath her, bent outward, bloody. The bone had pierced through her elbow sink and blood pooled under it. Both her legs, beneath the knee bone, were bent out an unnatural angles. Her feet stuck up awkwardly. Her right leg was jutting out and it gave Jasper the chills to look at. Bones stuck out from her porcelain white skin at random places, blood dripping off her translucent white bones. The very sight made my mouth water. Her lips were slightly parted, sucking down the precious oxygen she needed to survive in small doses. She was trying to live in a situation she knew she would not survive. Did she realize that she was moaning and panting, wimpering from pain? But as I probed her feelings, her emotions, she felt numb...slightly relaxed.

Blood, Jasper. Blood. The scarlet death seemed inviting. It sung to me. I was rational for one moment...the blood could not sing to me. I was not one it appealed to most. That would be my "godly golden" brother Edward. The blood was appealing because it was blood, the essence of my sick, demented lifestyle. I hadn't had human blood in so long....

I couldn't help myself. I picked her broken left wrist up and couldn't help but peel the skin back and watch the blood slowly pour out. I lifted her hand to hmy lips and began to suck. Her scarlet life became my sin as I drew more from her. I couldn't stop. Every suck I took, every time breath left her slightly open lips, I felt more attatched to her. Then, as I drew another vile from her, I pulled my mouth away and watched her lips open wider, a slight noise emerging. I smiled and looked closer. Carlisle would not arrive on time if, and he most likely did, heard the scream. It was more than a five minutes run. I drew back like a cobra and shot out, biting her arms and neck and legs...everywhere I could. I would save her life. She was all I wanted now.

I felt as if she was the only thing I had left.

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I had managed to carry my Bella up the cliff and to the camp. I set her inside the tent, and waited patiently next to her. She would begin feeling the fire soon, the burning of the change inside her as she became one of the damned.

Guilt set in. I shut myself off from the world around me, refusing to project guilt into my Bella. After all, it was my fault she was changing. I had killed her....

She wanted Edward to change her. She wanted her true love to be the one who got to hold her last, who got to taste her ever sweet blood last. I took that away from her. Edward wouldn't be happy that I not only drank from his fiance, but that I was the one to change her. Would he be happy that she was damned as us? No. Would he be happy that she wasn't actually dead? Yes. He would thank me for saving her. I would have rekindled hope in him. Hope that hadn't exhisted since after Bella's 18th birthday with us. I felt a smile come across my face. Then Bella screamed.

Carlisle hadn't arrived, so I guessed they were out on the trip still. Two weeks then. Thanks for letting me know, oh loyal, parental figures, I sarcastically thought.

"Make it stop." She muttered five or six times. Her voice began to rise after that. She was screaming, thrashing around. "MAKE IT STOP!"

"It's okay, Bella. You're safe now." I used my deep, mellow voice so that she knew it wasn't her beloved golden boy. So that I wouldn't frighten her as well. She must have heard me because she reduced her screaming to wimpering. "I've saved you."

.... I felt gratitude, relief rush inside my very soul and beamed with joy. She was happy. I pushed my strongest wave of calm and relaxation inside her and waited. I could feel her silently wanting to thank me.

"Just relax, Bella. It will all be over soon." I whispered. She was confused by it but the pain took over. For two days it was all she felt...pain. I was appaled by how much she felt...only a true, innocent person could feel so much. It wasn't until the last day that I knew what stood in my future.

I knew in the moments before she would wake, that she would despise me, even hate me to my very core. But even if she hated me, I knew she would be relieved that I saved her because she would get to spend forever and a day with her lover. And I would spend forever and a day in the room underneath theirs on the second floor, making love with my wife, and feeling everything Bella felt. Was I happy with that? No. Was I content with watching it happen? No. Would I eventually take Alice and allow her and I to love again, the way a husband and wife should?

No. Once I found out the truth, never again would I go back.

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RCA: Left you hanging, didn't I? Sorry about this one, it was gonna be posted two hours after the third but my laptop shut down on me and was like, "No fanfic or posting, RCA. You've been a bad fanfic-er." Don't know what happened but it deleted the this one and the next few I had typed up. So, now I'm gonna spend a few days, including my good friday and easter, to hopefully finish this entire fic. If it goes as planned, and I did plan the story out like I do all my others, then it should be roughly 14 chapters of pure Bella/Jasper love and emotions! Plus, chapters 11 and 12 are going to be lemony (if that's the right word-idea). It'll be the first time I write anything specific instead of tiptoe-ing around it...just so the many who subscribed can read and be happy! And if I get anything wrong, please, PM me instead of writing it in a review or holding it in.... :) Happy Readings and if I don't get to post before Friday...HAPPY EASTER!!!!