AN: Thanks for all the reviews, favorites and alerts! I was completely amazed at the response the last chapter received, so thank you to everyone who reviewed! I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint.

Warning: There is some slightly mature content in this chapter (near the end). From now on, the M rating of this story will be coming more into play, so for anyone under 18 you know what to do.

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight

BPOV

"I'm pulling up in front of your house right now," Jasper's voice said calmly through the phone that was still pressed up to my ear.

I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief at his words. From my position on the floor, I pulled my knees up against my chest and wrapped one of my arms around my legs, the other hand still holding the phone to my ear.

Now that I was a little calmer, I was baffled at why Jasper was the first person I thought to call when I saw that guy standing outside my house. A normal person's first response would probably be to call the cops, but since when have I ever deemed myself normal?

It still made me wonder why Jasper was the one I called. I kept telling myself that it was because Jake and Leah were still out of town, and Emmett and Seth weren't returning my phone calls for some unknown reason. But then I kept wondering why I didn't just call the cops instead.

I jumped as the doorbell rang throughout the house, effectively bringing me out of my thoughts, a very uncharacteristic squeak making its way passed my lips.

"Bella, it's just me. Can you let me in?" Jasper said tentatively through the phone, in response to my pathetic yelp.

"Yeah," I breathed as I stood up on shaky legs, closing the phone and setting it down on the dresser.

I unlocked my bedroom door, before slowly creeping towards the stairs, cursing my earlier decision to keep the downstairs lights off when I was watching The Grudge. I scanned the downstairs, squinting in the darkness, almost ready for the creeper to jump out at me from behind the couch. Or maybe he was hiding behind the drapes…

I jumped as the doorbell rang again, followed by loud pounding on the door. I guess Jasper was getting impatient for me to answer the door.

I quickened my steps down the stairs and peered out of the peephole once I had reached the front door, relieved to see the familiar mess of blonde hair. Without a second thought, I flung the door open and launched myself at Jasper, hearing a masculine "oomph" as my body collided with his, my arms going around his neck.

He hesitated, probably surprised by my actions, before his arms wrapped around my waist, his hand rubbing my back in a soothing gesture. I stiffened in his embrace as my actions finally registered in my brain, making me realize that I was currently clinging to Jasper, the guy who up until recently had been the bane of my existence. I pulled away from him and shifted my gaze over his shoulder, feeling slightly awkward with the way I had just thrown myself at the guy.

"Come on in," I said hesitantly, not meeting his eyes as I stepped aside so he could enter my house.

I heard him chuckle slightly as he brushed by me to get inside, his arm grazing mine in the process. What he found so amusing about this situation was beyond me.

I closed the door and locked it before turning to face him, seeing that he had made himself at home on the couch in the living room. He looked so at ease as if coming over to my house was an everyday occurrence for him.

I made my way over to the couch and plopped down next to him, curling my legs underneath me. I chewed on my lip and tried to control my jumpiness, feeling the aftereffects of that massive adrenaline rush I had just experienced. I couldn't stop thinking about the guy that might still be outside, causing me to glance towards the nearest window as if he would suddenly appear.

"You know, you didn't have to make up some story to get me over here," Jasper broke the silence suddenly, reminding me of his presence. I glanced up at him and cocked on eyebrow.

"Huh?" Was my brilliant reply.

"I know you can't resist being in my presence, but couldn't this have waited? I mean, it's-" he glanced at his watch, "three in the morning."

I stared at him with my mouth hanging open before I blinked slowly, trying to get my brain to start working again. Did he just accuse me of making this story up so that I could have him come over to my house?

"I think we need to call a doctor," I said finally in a mock serious tone. He stared at me with his eyebrows raised.

"Why?" He asked slowly, his lips twitching as if he was struggling not to smile.

"Because you're clearly delusional," I said innocently. He chuckled and shook his head at my lame response.

"Good one," he said sarcastically, throwing me one of his signature smirks.

I smiled as I realized what he was doing. This was his way of getting my mind off that creeper that kept popping up in my life…at least for a little while. Recently, ever since I had started spending time with him, I noticed that Jasper is pretty good at telling what people are feeling. It's kind of spooky at times the way he just knows.

"Thanks for coming," I said sincerely, looking at him from under my lashes almost shyly. That was new for me. I'm definitely not the shy type.

He nodded in response, his smile dropping off his face to be replaced by a serious expression, one that I had very rarely seen him wear.

"I checked all around your house when I got here, but it seems the guy ran off." I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into the cushions of the couch. "You should—"

"Call the police, I know," I cut him off with a sigh. "Just let me call down first, kay?" He nodded and crossed his ankle over his knee.

"Crazy weekend, huh?" He said with a smile. I laughed anxiously and nodded.

"You can say that again."

"So, did you open that up?" Jasper asked, nodding his head in the direction of the package that was still sitting on the coffee table in front of us. I had placed it there earlier, not having worked up the courage to open it yet.

"No," I sighed. "To be honest, I'm a little afraid of what I'll find in there." He nodded his head in understanding.

There was no denying how curious I was. I had been finding it harder and harder not to just open it, but I was hesitant. What if it was a dead animal or something like that? But now that Jasper was here, I felt safe and a lot braver. These were weird feelings to have around him, considering how we used to make each other's lives a living hell.

My curiosity got the best of me and I reached forward and grabbed the box off the table. I shared a glance with Jasper before turning my attention back to the box. A shudder worked its way up my spine as I re-read the creepy lyrics this guy had written on the top of the box. I averted my gaze from the words and mentally prepared myself to finally open it.

"I guess there's no time like the present," I muttered to myself, and yanked the top of the box off.

I almost expected some of those joke snakes to come popping out at me. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself for thinking that. Instead, there was just a smaller rectangular box, with a folded note on top of it. I picked the two items up and set the smaller box aside. I unfolded the note to see what it said:

Bella,

I'm sorry for scaring you that night you were jogging. That was the last thing I wanted to do.

The guy that grabbed me that night was him? I felt sick just thinking how close I had been to him. I hesitantly turned my attention back to the note.

To make it up to you, I got you a little something. No matter how much it upsets me to admit this,

I understand that you cared about that undeserving piece of filth.

I wrinkled my nose at that. Who was he talking about? Maybe it was Paul… I looked back at the note in my hand with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.

So, even though it pains me to do this, I thought you would like to have something to remember him by.

I want you to remember that your happiness is the most important thing to me,

so I give this to you with no further hesitation on my part.

That feeling of dread was starting to turn into a feeling of nausea. I could practically feel the color draining from my face. I eyed the box warily, trying to guess what was in it, before turning back to the note.

I know that it will look a lot better on you than it did on him.

With all my love,

Your devoted soul mate

Soul mate? I read those two words over and over again, not able to comprehend the absurdity of that statement. This guy was seriously delusional if he thought we were soul mates! There was now no doubt in my mind that he was behind Paul's death. Sure, he never talked about Paul outright in that note, but all the clues pointed to him.

"Bella?" Jasper asked softly.

I looked back up at him blankly and handed him the note without a word. His eyebrows scrunched together as he frowned at the note, but he took it from me silently. I watched as he read it, and the way his jaw clenched with every line he read, until he finally looked back up at me. It was obvious he didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone who just got a creepy-ass note from their stalker telling them that there is something from their dead ex-boyfriend in the package they left on their doorstep? That is just fucked up!

I glanced back at the tiny box I had put aside. I took a deep breath and snatched it up. I eyed it for a moment, mentally preparing myself for whatever it was that I would find in it. God, I hope it's not a body part! I knew Van Gogh cut off his earlobe and sent it to the girl he liked… I shuddered at the prospect of finding Paul's shriveled up earlobe inside this tiny box.

"Bella—" I jumped at the sound of Jasper's voice. I had gotten so caught up in my thoughts that I had almost forgotten he was there. "Maybe you shouldn't open that." I could see the wary look in his eyes, but there was a trace of curiosity there too.

"No," I shook my head. "I want…no, I need to see what's in this box." I swallowed thickly, and pulled the lid off the box with shaking fingers.

Jasper leaned in slightly, obviously letting his curiosity get the better of him. I could feel his hot breath against my neck since he was so close, and I found myself having to force myself to concentrate on what was in my hand.

I furrowed my brow in confusion as I stared at the item in the box. It was a necklace, with some kind of gold pendent. The pendent was small and looked like it was in the shape of a…tooth? I picked the necklace up by the chain and looked at the pendent closer. My eyes widened and I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my lips. It seemed that Jasper spotted the same thing I had because he asked the question that was on the tip of my tongue.

"Is that blood?"

There was no denying what the little bit of dark red, nearly black, crusty stuff was. I felt bile rise up my throat as I threw the necklace away from me. It hit the far wall and fell to the floor.

I remembered the time that Paul had fallen off his dirt bike and knocked one of his front teeth out. Later, at the dentist, he had them put in a gold tooth. He had thought he was being cool like the rapper, Nelly.

I could hear Jasper trying to talk to me, but the nausea that I was feeling was starting to become worrisome. I pushed past him and ran to the bathroom to empty the contents of my stomach. What kind of sick person would send someone something like that?

Unknown POV

"But baby. This wig itches. Why don't we play out some other fantasy?" This latest slut purred at me.

She trailed a finger down my chest until her hand was near my belt, while she looked at me from under her lashes. She grinned at me as she started to loosen the buckle. I grabbed her wrists forcefully to halt her movements. She yelped at the strong hold I had on her. I was sure there would be bruises from my grip on her but I couldn't seem to give a shit.

"Put the fucking wig on," I growled. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, but placed it on her head nevertheless, the brown locks from the wig falling down her back.

"And the contacts." I shoved a box of the colored contacts at her.

The brown color of the contacts was slightly off, but they would have to do until I could look into her eyes while fucking her senseless. This piece of trash would have to do until I had my angel in my arms where she belonged.

The little slut pouted up at me, but grabbed the box of contacts and went into the bathroom to put them on. I only wished it could be her with me tonight. But I knew it wasn't the right time to reveal myself to her just yet. I was hoping she would start falling for me after all the notes and roses I sent her, but it only succeeded in scaring her. So, I backed off with the roses and letters, and tried a different approach.

I had been watching her that night she went for a jog. I was so fucking angry with her for running at that time. Who knew the kinds of sickos there were out there, especially in LA at that time of night. I decided to follow her and make sure she was safe. I stayed just out of her sight. She couldn't seem to hear my footsteps because of the ipod she was listening to.

I remembered smiling as I heard her singing along to a song that was playing on it. It happened to be I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab for Cutie, which was one of my favorite songs. After that song apparently finished, I couldn't help but laugh when she started singing Katy Perry's California Girls way off key. Her carefree attitude was endearing and made me love her even more if that was possible.

But the smile dropped off my face as I saw her rip the earplugs out of her ears and start sobbing. I looked around, confused about her reaction. The longer she stood there crying, the harder it was for me to stand still. I finally snapped, and had to go over to her. When I talked to her, I made sure to alter my voice a bit, and it ended up coming out sounding like a New Jersey accent.

I could feel my dick stirring in my jeans the longer I talked to her. She was so fucking hot. I couldn't control myself any longer. I just had to touch her. But, that only seemed to freak her out and she ran away from me.

Later, I could have fucking kicked myself for treating her that way. I just couldn't seem to help my body's reaction to her. I knew I had to make it up to her.

I had fastened the gold tooth, which I had taken out of that idiot's mouth after he was taken care of, on a chain. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I knew she had cared for him. So I decided to give her something that would probably mean a lot to her. I put it in a white box and took out a pen.

I remembered her singing that Death Cab for Cutie song, which was one of my favorite songs too. I thought I could show her that we both had something in common, so I wrote a few of the lyrics on the package.

I just wished I could have seen her reaction when she opened it, but Whitlock ruined the moment for me. That fucker couldn't just leave well enough alone! He always seemed to be there! It was infuriating!

A throat clearing snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to see the tramp standing in the doorframe of the bathroom. She was wearing a skimpy little red lingerie number, and was fluttering her eyelashes in a seductive manner. I wanted Bella to be here instead, but since she wasn't, I had to get my rocks off somehow.

I eyed her up and down. She was nowhere near as beautiful as my angel, but it would do for now. She slid up to me and fluttered her lashes again. I felt my lip curl in disgust, but I reached over and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to me.

I crushed my lips to hers and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She moaned and reached a hand between us, popping the button of my jeans open. I felt her slide her hand into my jeans, and realizing that I had gone commando, she wrapped her hand around my dick. She spread some of the pre-cum around and started pumping.

I closed my eyes and pictured her face, and her eyes staring lustfully up at me while she jacked me off. I could just picture how her hot mouth would feel wrapped around my cock. I felt myself twitch and become even harder in the hand that was still stroking me.

"Bella," I moaned into her mouth. The stroking stopped and I nearly growled as I felt her pull away from me.

"Why do you always call me that when we're together?" She whined. "I bet she wouldn't be able to make you feel this way, the little whore—"

She cut off with a yelp as I backhanded her across the face. She fell to the ground with a heavy thump, and stared up at me with wide eyes. I could see a trickle of blood dribble down her chin from the split lip I had just given her.

"Don't you ever talk about her that way," I growled. I squatted down to her level, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging forcefully, causing her to gasp in pain. "Do you understand me?"

She nodded hastily and raised a shaking hand to her lip after I had released her. I smirked and stood up, towering over her.

"Good." I turned to the door, needing to get away to clear my head. "Don't wait up."

I knew where I could go for a good fuck where I wouldn't be questioned about moaning her name. And then after that, I had some serious thinking to do. I had to figure out a way to get that nuisance out of the way. I saw the way he was looking at my Bella, and it just pissed me off. If Jasper Whitlock thought he could steal my angel away from me, he had another thing coming.

AN: Dun dun dun… I wonder who that could be…

Anyway, I am so sorry for the long delay for this chapter! I know I kinda left you all at a cliff hanger that last chapter, but hopefully this chapter made up for it.

I posted a poll on my profile to see which story you all would like me to update more frequently. I am NOT giving up on any of my stories, but whichever story wins in the poll will have my main focus. So, if you have a minute, please go vote! Also on my profile, I am also starting to put which story I am currently working on, and the date the update should be posted. So if any of you wonder when the next chapter of one of my stories will be posted, you can check it out on my profile. (I find that I write quicker if I set a deadline for myself.)

AND Jaspers Izzy was amazing and made me a banner for this story (which can also be seen on my profile) along with the "meet n greet" Jaspers dark angel interviewed me for. I'd like to give a big (longtime overdue) thank you to those two ladies!

Lastly, I could really use some feedback on this chapter. I was a little skeptical about posting this one, so please let me know what you thought of it! I'll try to get the next one out soon!

~Katie~