A/N: Hi guys! It's been awhile since the last update, but things have been really hectic in my life lately, and on top of that, working 60+ hours isn't exactly conducive to posting chapters. I hope y'all can forgive me. ^_^; Here's chapter two! And yes, its short because my boyfriend is an idiot and needs attention everytime I try to do something other than pay attention to him.

Chapter 2: Insanity Hits Like a Brick

JPOV

Shocked wasn't the word to describe my state of mind as the young woman fainted right into my arms. It was like a scene out of a movie, or a practiced move. Just before she lost consciousness, I felt an array of emotions crowding within her skull with a volume I hadn't experienced in a human before. Of course, the predominant one was shock, followed closely by disbelief. A mental nod of acceptance, a caress of fondness, and then calm as the oblivion took over her mind. For once, I was baffled.

I had been following the little human for three days, five hours and twenty-three minutes. Until now, I had never appreciated Carlisle's preoccupation with the fire of the human spirit, or Edward with Bella's silent thoughts. This woman-child in my arms had become my emotional obsession, my all-too-good smelling addiction. I should be fine though, as Alice hadn't foreseen me sucking the life out of her as of yet. She waited in the woods behind the house just incase, however.

I moved into the house, placing the girl on the couch. Her breathing was easy, and her brows dipped close together, as if she were in pain, or having unpleasant thoughts. I wish I could say the same of myself, but the last breath I had taken had been outside before I had rang the doorbell, and my body was becoming uncomfortable. I didn't need the oxygen, but not being able to smell was disconcerting. I studied the room I was currently in with a cursory glance. Hardwood maple flooring, a dull moss green paint covering the walls - currently decorated in paintings and drawings of all genres - with a gold trim, the sofa and matching love seat white leather, and the antique desk in the corner a dark mahogany. There was also a modern entertainment center for the flat-screen TV made of glass and gold-colored metal.

The television was huge. It had to be at least forty to fifty inches. Who needed a TV that big? I remember when the damned things came out, barely holding a reception even in the city.

My lungs became so uncomfortable I had to take a breath. I exhaled through my nose and quickly inhaled though my mouth. The burn in my throat from the action was searing, hitting me faster and harder than a freight train. Actually, a freight train would have been preferable. I looked back to the source of my discomfort. Delicious smelling - sugary, seductive, pure luscious sin, the slip of a woman who made me feel this way.

Her long hair curled down and over her shoulder, the color of dark chocolate. I spied a lock hidden within the coils that was dyed a brilliant cerulean; I raised an eyebrow. What wild side was hidden beneath her polished exterior? Her skin was a honey color, which I knew was because she went tanning once a week. Feeling almost stalker-ish, I'd been following her for the past couple of days everywhere she went, afraid that if I lost her trail for one moment, she would disappear. I couldn't explain it. I was obsessed with her very existence.

She stirred restlessly on the couch, and I sat down on the love seat, waiting for her to wake. Her long, sooty-lashes fluttering briefly before she bolted upright. If I wasn't a vampire and used to sudden movements, I probably would have been startled. Amused though, I chuckled slightly. The girl whirled around and stared directly into my eyes, her own wide as saucers and the color of amethysts.

"Holy hell!" She breathed, freezing in place. "I've gone insane, and now I'm seeing hallucinations. I haven't dropped acid, so that excuse is out the window."

Her babbling was rather cute.

"Forgive me ma'am. I'm as real as you are. I didn't mean to startle you, but are you feeling better?"

Opening her mouth a couple of times without a word, she finally choked out, "You, Jasper Whitlock, cannot be real. One: you are a fictional character made up by Stephanie Meyer, two: you are a vampire, which don't exist no matter how much I wish otherwise, three: I …oh never mind. I'm calling 911 to get a CAT scan. Maybe I have a brain tumor."

She started towards the cell phone on the glass coffee table. I reached out and snagged it quicker than she would be able to see, and stood before her. She blinked rapidly and started backing up. Confusion eclipsed any other emotion, although there was hope trying to burst through the haze. Hope? Hope for what, I wonder.

"I'm real," I said, grasping her hand and letting her feel the chill of my skin.

"Holy hell," she breathed again.

"Tell me your name, since you all ready know who I am." It wasn't a request, but a command. One that I desperately, foolishly hoped she'd follow. I was too captivated by this frail, delicate human.

"I'm Kitty Campbell, and I am now going into the kitchen and get my ramen. My movie marathon starts soon, and I don't want to miss it."

She flounced out of the room in a daze, with me watching her dumbfounded. What a strange little human.

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