A/N- Thank you people so much for your reviews, they make me feel all happy inside. Because of your niceness, here's chapter four!!! Again thanks!!! Enjoy! Oh, and please review.

Disclaimer: I am not, nor will I ever be Stephenie Meyer. (Darn)

Look After You

Chapter 4

Jasper's Point of View

I drove. And I drove. Non-stop, for days on end, I drove. There was no general direction or destination to my driving, I just kept going. On the highway, through small cities and towns, everywhere I could to keep mind off, well, everything: my family, my life, my home, and most of all, Alice. But it seemed as if, the farther I drove to get away, the farther my thoughts would follow to keep up. But I still kept driving.

I tried not to stop. The longer I stay in one place, the easier it is for my thoughts to catch me, and drown me. The farther I drove south though, the harder this became. I had already had to stop twice because of sunlight beating down on my diamond-like skin. There were a couple of close calls without someone here to predict the weather for you. Damn. There come those thoughts again.

I was now hiding out in one of the crappier motels somewhere in Oklahoma, or Kansas, or maybe even Colorado. State boarders haven't been registering that much. Back somewhere up north I stopped at a few ATMs to take out as much money as I could carry, and then proceeded to burn my credit cards. By the sound of the last message I had received, nobody was going to come looking for me, but I couldn't be sure. All I knew was I didn't want to be found.

After a few hours of hiding out, I poked my head out the dusty curtains to see that night was approaching. I quickly gathered up my few belongings (a room key, my wallet, a jacket, and a helmet) and headed out to the lobby. As I approached the front desk, the young woman stared at me with lust from my appearance, which quickly changed to fear when I glared at here with my cold, crimson eyes.

"I'm checking out," I said in a harsh tone.

"Umm, yes, I'm going to need your, um, name, and then, um, your room key," stammered the woman. Like she really needed my name. As far as I could tell, I was the only person that was staying in this run down motel, with a five star only a couple of miles away.

"Jasper Whitlock," I said throwing her the keys, as I walked to the door at a maybe-too-fast-for-human pace. Not that I cared any more. I had no cover to keep, no residence to hold.

I decided to change my name back to Whitlock for the time being. Less association this way, less thought.

Getting back on my bike yet again, I started to notice the robotic tendencies of my actions. Between the driving and the waiting, I could see that with the position I am in now, there is nothing changing, nothing moving, an impasse. Until I make a decision to move forward into the dark abyss they call the future or go back to my life, I'll be here riding. I know that it's that easy to get out of the rut I'm in but, with my thoughts as jumbled as they are now, and the fear I have in sorting them out, getting out of this rut is next to impossible right now.

I kept on riding south, still with no destination. My mind was still running through the possibilities of where I could be going, too caught in thought to pay any attention to the gages on the bike. Before I knew it the bike began to slow, and then stop. Out of gas. I had pulled into the shoulder, and now was faced with yet another problem. Great. I began to push the bike towards the next exit, when a truck pulled over.

"Need some gas," yelled the driver, a balding middle-aged man, out the open passenger window.

"Yeah, that would help," I said back. I decided to accept the offer. Filling up my tank here, instead of walking to the next town would help a lot in my ride to, well, nowhere. It surly couldn't hurt.

The man parked his crimson truck and walked around to the bed to grab a red gas container.

"Thanks a lot man," I said, as I fill the tank of my bike.

"No problem," said the man. "So, where you headed?"

"Just visiting some family," I said offhand, far from the truth that I couldn't say. You know, I'm just running from my family, because I can't control my thirst for human blood, and therefore am a disappointment. Yeah, that answer would be perfect.

I then thanked the man, offering to pay for the gas, which he declined. As he turned to leave, the wind caught me of guard. The man's scent was blown to my nose, and all I could think was to feast. My conscience remand this time telling me how bad it was to kill a human, but at the same time, something else broke through: the fact that there was nothing stopping me. I could kill as much as I wanted, and nobody would be disappointed in me. There was nobody to talk me out of it. I grabbed the man by the shoulder and he turned back around curiously.

The inner battle was still raging on, as I inhaled his scent once more. I leaned closer, but something broke through the thirst. Alice. A picture of Alice appeared clear as day in my mind and I stumbled back. I'd been running from this all day, and now it caught up.

"Are you all right," said the man, confusion and curiosity coming out of him.

I looked over at him, trying to clear my head. "Umm, yeah, it's just…" I looked around for something to cover my slip. I pick the forgotten gas container off the highway and held it up, "you forgot your container."

"Yeah thanks," he said skeptically. By the look on his face, I could tell he thought I was some sort of freak that needed some sort of help. I quickly sent a wave of calm over to him, so that he would go report me to the nearest mental institute.

The man went back to his truck and drove off. I quickly remounted my bike and drove three times the normal speed-limit out into the night. I had to get away again. Away from my ever betraying thoughts. I drove for a long time, until I started to see the sun rise, when I quickly pulled into the nearest exit.

I came into an old run down town that seemed strangely familiar. I pulled into the oldest, run down motel I'd seen yet, and quickly went inside before the sun came out. I went straight to the front counter, where a man sat with a smile on his face.

"Well howdy there sir, what can I do for you," said the pudgy, overly-happy man.

"I need a room," I said in the dead voice I had required over the past few days.

The man's smile dropped a bit, but he still remained happy, sickeningly happy. "Well, we have lots of rooms here. What kind--"

"Anything," I interrupted, throwing a fifty over the table. "Will this cover it?"

"Well, um, sure," stammered the man. "Your change—"

"Keep it, just give me the damn keys," I was in no sort of mood to converse with this man, or anyone for that matter.

The man handed over the keys, and I quickly made my way down the single hallway towards my room before the confused man could say anything further. When I made it to the door I opened it. Well, more like forced it open.

The room was disgusting. By the minimal light coming through the curtains, I could tell that it probably hadn't been cleaned in years. Not that I cared. I wasn't on this trip for luxury. I made my way over to the dust filled curtains and pulled them aside slightly. What I saw was like a blast from the past. I knew this place looked familiar.

An open field lay outside the motel: a field that I had been to a few times before. A field where bloodless battles took place to gain nothing other than blood. A field where, in my mind, I could still see the strange colored smoke stacks, where I could still hear the ripping noise of the tearing of next to indestructible bodies, where I could still feel the agony, the pain, the war. A field where I fought, more than one hundred years ago.

A/N- So, What'd you think? Tell me with a nice (or mean) review! So, I'm planning on rotating Point of Views every chapter or so between Jasper and one of the other Cullens (mostly Alice). What do you think? Again thanks for reading!