RCA: Round eight, here we go! If you don't feel like reviewing then don't. I won't force you...

(Usually my A/N at the top is the same thing. It's the one at the bottom that changes.)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except what my twisted mind morphs and disorients of Stephanie Meyer's book. I do own my own writing, ideals and plots.

POV: Bella Swan...maybe

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I curled up on the couch, venom on my cheeks mixed between fresh and dried tears. Rose had my left hand in her own, staring at the princess cut diamond that took up the bottom half of my finger. Esme was about dying to plan my wedding. I smiled at her, tuning in her nearly franticly excited words.

"So I was thinking of like, lavender and a light yellow color-" I cut Esme off with a nervous voice.

"Actually Esme, not to innerupt, but, I kind of want, like, a dark red color...with white, you know?" I asked. I could see the gears shift. She nodded fiercely, smiling bigger now. I would have blushed if I could.

"Damn, this diamond is huge." Rosalie muttered, touching the diamond as if it was a feather. I flexed my fingers and she looked up and smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not jealous. The one Emmett got me is amazing." She pushed her left hand at me and I couldn't help but admire the white diamond, as big as mine, only her white diamond had deep green streaks (think camoflague dark green) on the inside. It was a tie-dyed diamond. I looked up, smiling, thinking that this was the beginning of our friendship.

"Would you be my maid of honor?" I blurted out. Esme stopped, putting a hand over her lips to cover the smile spreading. I could tell she was joyous of the fact that we would be friends.

"Of course, Bella." Rosalie told me, leaning over and embracing me. I hugged her back, excited. I turned to Esme as best as I could from my embrace with my future sister-in-law/new best friend.

"You too, Esme?" I wondered. She jumped up, nodding, and joined our hug fest. Bree just sat there, calm and quiet. She knew it was difficult for me to be around her, even with the wet dog smell. She tapped Esme on the back.

"Mama?" Bree asked. Esme immediatly turned her attention to her child, smiling, and wiping venom from her eyes.

"Yes, Bree. Are you hungry?" Bree nodded and smiled at me. "I didn't forget I promise. It's just so overwhelming!" They walked to the staircase, where I stopped them with my shaking voice.

"Oh, Bree?" I whispered. The teenager turned to me, her eyes soft. "You'll be my last bridesmaid." And the teenager just died with excitement. She had never been a bridesmaid before. She walked with Esme up the stairs.

"You've changed, Bella." Rose noted. I shrugged.

"I tried not to. But given the...circumstances...I did what I had to do." I told her. She nodded with acceptance and understanding.

"It was the same with Emmett. He was being mauled by a bear! A bear! He eat's those now, but that's beside the point. Just by saving his life so many years ago, I was able to find my soulmate. Yes, he had found his singer a few years after he changed, but he killed her." She paused, reading my face. "The whole point of this is that the singer isn't always your soulmate." I smiled.

"That makes sense. And you and Emmett are still happy."

"Yeah. Love works wonders, it overpowers all. Maybe Jasper was put on this world to be an amazing general in the civil war. Maybe Jasper was changed to fight for Maria." I shivered, recalling the story he told me so long ago. "Maybe Jasper had Alice so that he could find his way to us...to you. If Edward hadn't have needed your blood, then you wouldn't be here with us."

"So, you think by Jasper being with her and me being with...him...must have led to this point for a reason. What reason?" I wondered aloud. I couldn't bring myself to say their names.

"It could be a good reason!" Rose reminded me. I couldn't shake the feeling in my gut.

"But then again, I always find the bad first."

---POV: Jasper Whitlock-Hale...not for long---

"You asked her to marry you?" Carlisle asked me. I nodded happily, my golden hair sliding on and off my forehead. Emmett chuckled from his spot on the seat next to mine. We sat in Carlisle's office as he tried to understand, because Carlisle was logical.

"I did."

"Sister! Man, I've been waiting for that forever." Emmett muttered, and my smile faltered just a little. I didn't want my ex-brother ruining my happiness...or my Bella's. Even Carlisle glanced at him, and the chuckling stopped.

"She's still broken, Jasper. I can see it in her face, and I can still see it in yours. Might it be too soon?" He asked. I shook my head no.

"We need this, dad. You can't understand." Jasper whispered. He looked up through his lashes as his father, and instantly knew that his father understood.

"When I was human, I loved. All human's love, it's in their nature. You see, there was this girl...she was so soft and sweet. She was blonde with big, blue doe-eyes. They would make your heart melt. In my time, everyone wanted connections into the church. Buy your way in or marry. Nobody had money, it was a hard and difficult time. She wanted to marry me, and I her...we would have been happy. She didn't want the benefits of the church, she wanted me." It was unusual to hear Carlisle talk of another woman that was not Esme. They must love each other more than Carlisle did this woman. "I know what you're thinking. Esme was not that woman. She looks a hell of alot like her though. Esme's eyes wern't blue, though.

"Her name was Emilia, Emmy. She was my love. It's been a very long time that I've been alive...too many decades to count.... So much time has passed, and yes, I do love your mother, boys, I do. I can't even begin to explain how I feel for Esme. She is my love as well. If I had the choice though, I wouldn't have been able to choose either. It would have been a big choice.... Emmy died by a vampire that night, and I was turned. I still hurt, Jasper. It's been decades for me and only five years and a few months for the two of you. Jasper, I know too soon when I see it." Carlisle stood and ignore me as he walked out of the room. Thanks Dad, I feel like shit now....

"I killed my singer, dude. You can break the pattern, too. I don't think it's too soon." Emmett whispered, clapping my shoulder and standing, leaving me alone. Great, I absloutly love being alone. I heard Esme pass with my new sister. She said a hello, both of them, and kept walking. Bree was excited over being a bridesmaid. I smiled, feeling serenity rush through me. She was a bridesmaid.

Obviously Bella was ready to move on, she had accepted, after all.

---Later that night---

Everyone did what vampires do in the evenings, they retreated to their rooms to play games, read books or relax in general. Bella was curled up under the bloodred bedspread in my old room. They had changed the purple color that the pixie had prefered. I felt a stab of guilt and memories rush back. All the times her and I made love, they were in this room. All the times we confided in each other, they were in this room.... I couldn't stop myself from asking....

"Bella, are you ready to move on?" I blurted, clapping my hand over my mouth. She looked up from the book in her hands and smiled slightly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked. I crossed the room and tossed 'The Other Side Of The Island' to the end of the bed. She closed her book, noting the page, and placed it next to mine. I took her hand with my ring and slid it off her finger. She looked hurt, she felt hurt. "Jaz!"

"I need to know that you've moved on from my brother...from...Edward." I tasted bile as I spoke his name. I noticed her flinch, her pain as I spoke the name. I searched her feeling deeply. She felt a tinge of regret, but that was all. I was pleased. I tapped into her love. All for me.

"He never loved me. He never treated me right.... Hell, he teased me from day one, and then refused me. Jaz, Rose told me something today. Would you like to hear it?" She asked. I could tell that she was hurt, I had hurt her, but I had to know. I had to.... What had Rose said that made her able to blame others than herself?

"Yes." I muttered.

"Emmett found his singer, you know. He killed her. He still has Rose, it proves that you don't need your singer to be happy." She paused, reading my face. "The whole point of this is that the singer isn't always your soulmate. Love works wonders, it overpowers all. Jaz, maybe you were put on this world to be the amazing general in the civil war that you were. Maybe, Jasper, you were changed to fight for Maria. Maybe you had Alice as your wife so that you could find your way to them...to me. If Edward hadn't have needed the smell of my blood, then I wouldn't be here. If I wasn't his singer, I wouldn't be discussing this with you. So, I think by you being with her and me being with Edward must have led to this point. For. A. Reason." She told me, not breathing once. I blinked, and smiled. "Your smiling like a damn fool again."

"I love you. It still stands, my proposal." I breathed. She nodded.

"I'll pretend you never took it off." She whispered as I pushed it back on her slender, porcelain finger. I kissed her ring, and her lips once.

"I do love you. I just had to know. Carlisle said...some things...and I was just momentarially blinded by it...." I told her. She leaned forward, serious in her eyes.

"What did he say?" She asked.

"I'll tell you someday." I teased. She leaned forward and pushed me back, kissing my neck roughly. I kissed her back tauntingly, my hand sliding up her side.... She shoved her hand up my shirt....

Would it go farther tonight? Was I willing to go all the way?

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RCA: Sorry, I'm kind of out of it, and sorry that it's so short, my ex-bf who's still my best friend just txted me...he's in a hospital. Bleeding from his tummy. Sorry won't update for a while...hell...I'm updating this from my mother's iPhone. Please, review or subscribe or something...support would be nice. Well, wish me luck. Tootles.