Starlight Chapter 15: Bixby Canyon Bridge, a twilight fanfic

A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, and for reading this so far. As Promised, here is the next chapter. I hope you all like it. I only have two more chapters to write and I'll be done with the story (There are only about five more chapters until the end.) I'm somewhat sad, but I'm excited at the same time to see what everyone things of how it ends.

Chapter Fifteen: Bixby Canyon Bridge

And the silence, it became so very clear
That you had long ago disappeared
I cursed myself for being surprised
That this didn't play like it did in my mind.

Death Cab For Cutie - Bixby Canyon Bridge

*tap* *tap* *tap*

Someone was knocking on the door, though no one had answered. Setting the guitar on his bed, Jasper glanced out the window. It was twilight, the sun had just set, though the sky was still lightened. Listening he tried to get a sense for who was there, none had known where they lived.

*tap* *tap*

They repeated, waiting for someone to answer it. When he failed to hear anyone else moving he frowned before exiting his room and walking down the hall. Alice and Nick were disposed at the moment, strong waves of lust, and passion shot through the walls like daggers. With a fierce growl that he suppressed beneath his lips he forced himself to ignore the feelings that threatened to overwhelm his senses. Running quickly he was more than eager when he received waves of complacent love. Esme and Carlisle were watching a movie in the basement, sitting peacefully together. At least Rosalie and Emmett had left, though he had never thought he would long for the calm, brooding feelings that Edward had given off.

*tap* *tap*

He felt for their emotions, trying to figure out who was there. A soft scent entered the room, it had a sweet, spring like smell to it. It was undoubtedly female, the soft scent, and the delicate knocking that couldn't have belonged to a man.

Hopeful, with a slight shot of fear. She was worried about something. Opening the door he felt a scowl grow on his face. He had been expecting a random vampire that had found their house, though he was met with a familiar form. A large package wrapped in gold paper stood by the woman's feet; she was no more than 5' tall, her hair long and black. Her skin a familiar milky white, her nose had the slightest upturn to the end; though large black glasses covered her eyes. Lucy.

The small figure tensed at seeing him, and for the slightest moment he felt a wave of pain over something, remorse... though before he had time to register it, he was met with anger, and resentment.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her harshly, folding his arms across his chest, she sneered. He had nearly felt bad for how they had parted ways, yet he had envisioned their meeting again to be much more ideal. Definitely he had not expected her to be... well... in a vampire like state.

"I brought a present for Esme... and Carlisle, of course. Something I have found on my... adventures." She spoke with an air of amusement; slowly as though to savor each word, the corners of her lips upturned. She wore a sweater, and jeans; very casual attire for someone that he had thought was running around on the loose. After she left town suddenly he had expected her to move somewhere safer, where she'd be free from vampires. At worst he expected her to die before he heard from her again. The thought had worried him, though he hadn't necessarily believed it would happen.

"I-" Jasper began firmly, though he was cut off when the loud sound of Esme and Carlisle running up the stairs greeted his ears. Her grin broadened, though there was nothing soft or welcoming about it as it had been before. She was no longer warm, and inviting. As she slipped off her sunglasses he caught a glimpse of her face. Her cheeks were high, her eyes as wide as before, though they were now a shocking shade of red that only newborns held, yet she was so poised that she could not have been a newborn. "You've been allowing others to bite you, haven't you?"

"Perhaps." She shrugged, her eyes were glistening with cold blooded amusement, she looked nearly like another person as she glanced behind him.

"Lucy!" Esme cried out, latching her arms around the tiny girl. "We thought you would never return!"

"I couldn't leave you forever, Esme. You've been like a best friend to me." Lucy said warmly, latching her arms around the taller woman; a brief flash of the old Lucy returned to her face as love radiated between the two women.

"You are one of us now..." Esme spoke slowly, she was saddened by it; She hadn't wished this for Lucy, no one had, and she knew that something had changed about the girl.

"Only from time to time; it makes running go much more quickly, and it's quite a rush. Though that is not what I have come for." Lucy said, darting back to her previous spot, pulling up the large package, it was a giant box that was nearly the same size as her, and was thinly shaped. "I found it while shopping with a couple of my new friends."

"What is it?" Esme asked curiously as she took the package. Jasper nearly wanted to warn his family that it could be lethal, though he knew it would only be theatric at best. Nothing could truly kill them from such a thin package; it looked like a painting of some sort. And the look on Lucy's face, despite the shocking red eyes, was nothing short of pure excitement. She ignored his presence entirely as she focused on Esme and Carlisle, so eager for them to open it, hoping that they would like it.

"Open it!" She cried eagerly, her voice ringing lightly. She had changed almost entirely since having left their home in Forks. Her voice was more musical, her skin held the same marble texture as theirs, and her features were much more pointed and sharp. The old Lucy was soft and delicate; this Lucy looked like a strange evil twin. Carlisle and Esme carefully opened the paper, that looked lavish and overly thought up, the wrapping had been done so perfectly that Alice could have done it.

"Oh Lucy, this is amazing. How did you find this?" Esme said, she was shocked, and pleased beyond belief as she returned to hug the girl. Lucy was beaming with excited pride, nothing but happiness radiated from her.

"I saw it in an antique shop, and was amazed by the likeness." She responded brightly, glancing to the large painting. Curious to see what it held, Jasper walked behind his 'parents' to look, he was surprised at the image. Two figures dressed like angels stood atop a hill; clearly it was Carlisle and Esme.

"This was our wedding, someone must have painted it." Esme said fondly, sensing Jasper's confusion. She was touched beyond any measure at the gift, further ensuring her position in the hearts of his family. A year had passed without her, and suddenly she shows up out of no where; of course they welcome her with open arms. Esme would never have admitted it to anyone else, but Jasper saw the pain that she felt at the small girl running away, only to be followed months later by Edward disappearing, and then Emmett and Rosalie going off on a honeymoon. Jasper had wanted to leave as well, though he had no where to truly go, no one to go with. He would be an extra wheel no matter where he stood.

"What are you doing now? It has been nearly a year since you've left." Esme said, Jasper could feel the hope eminating from the warm woman, she wished for Lucy to return. The same hope radiated from the small girl. It was strange to see her face look energetic and amused, while the emotions from her were very distinct longing, and desire. She wanted to stay there as much as Esme wanted her to.

"I have been traveling with a group of vampires that protect me; it's like I need my own group of guards to keep me safe." She laughed lightly, though she was serious. He knew that her 'condition' made vampires seek her out, and he was interested to see how it effected her in the long run, though it didn't seem to bother her. "I've been traveling a lot. I can't really stay in one place for long before others of your kind find me. I've already lost a few men who protected me."

"You're lucky to have people willing to protect you." Esme spoke softly. She was trying to find a way to invite the girl to stay, Carlisle was holding her arm gently, a slight indication of affection, affirmation, and permission to ask.

"I'm sorry. I've really got to be going, I am meeting with a few friends in a few hours and need to hurry before this wears off." She said cheerfully, a bit too cheerfully for the hope that she had been feeling. She sounded happy, yet he watched with confusion as she hugged Esme tightly, smiling at Carlisle. She was reluctant, she didn't want to leave. Then as she let go she looked to Jasper, her eyes narrowing slightly, though only momentarily.

"I promise to visit again soon." She said brightly, grinning her shining teeth to the family.

"Be safe, and you will always be welcome in our family." Esme said tearfully. Vampires couldn't cry, though he was certain that if they could, Esme would have shed enough tears in the past year to fill an ocean. She didn't want Lucy to leave, he didn't have to read her mind to know that.

"No I won't, though thank you." Lucy laughed, though she was bitter underneath her jovial tone. Her eyes glared to Jasper as she slipped on her glasses, she had meant that for him.

"Oh, right, Jasper? Maria told me to say 'Hello' to you. She wanted me to bring you the most delightful smelling little boy, though I told her that you were didn't feed on humans any more." Lucy shrugged noncommittally as she walked slowly towards the door. "Charlotte and Peter would also like for you to know that you are always welcome with them if you decide to leave the Cullens."

She had a wicked grin on her face, and he could see her eyes sparkling darkly beneath the glasses. Anger, bitterness, and resentment came from her in stronger waves than the lust from Alice and Nick. Then the strongest emotion yet nearly overwhelmed him, making him want nothing more than to attack her. Hate.

"I told them you would never leave the Cullens. Not that I can't blame you, they're a great family, I doubt you'd find anyone else so accepting of your problems." She said, her words were woven with such underlying emotions that she knew he would feel. Each movement of her lips, each sound that escaped, was meant to anger him, to push him around... she hated him.

"It was great to see you all again, We will have to get lunch together some time. Good Night!" She laughed musically, her laughter sounded more like the cold laughter of Jane than the carefree laughter that Lucy had usually exhibited. Watching the spot that she had disappeared from he felt anger towards her, more than he had felt before... yet beneath that, he didn't quite understand the emotion he felt. Perhaps it was shock at the realization that she truly had hated him.

"I could never hate anyone, it goes against my genetic makeup. I've even forgiven people who have tried to kill me, not even hours after having attacked me. I can't stay mad at someone." Lucy laughed as she leaned against a tree in the backyard of the Cullen's house in Forks. The sunlight was beating against their skin, it was the first time she had seen his skin in open sunlight, yet she had made no mention of it yet. He had expected some sort of reaction, some sign of shock or disgust, yet she had seemed perfectly content to weave her large reeds of grass from besides the river.

"You can't even stay angry at someone for trying to kill you?" Jasper laughed, looking up from the book to the girl who shook her head sheepishly. A slight blush crept to her cheeks, the smell was unbelievably delicious smelling, his throat burning with thirst that he fought hard to suppress. The sunlight made her face glow, only heightening the soft blush on her cheeks.

"Isn't it silly?" She laughed, shaking her head at the embarrassment of the sheer fact that she couldn't stay mad at someone. He couldn't imagine being so forgiving; he knew that Esme was like that, though Esme was like a mother to everyone, and mothers were naturally inclined to have a forgiving nature. Lucy was in no way a mother like figure; caring, yes... but motherly? not in the least.

"I don't think it's very silly. It's a very desirable trait for anyone to possess." He told her honestly. People these days held grudges far too strongly, he had tried very hard to avoid holding grudges, though it had been a strong part of his personality. He was a very loyal person, and if someone had threatened those near to him he would not have been able to find forgiveness within himself.

"I think it is horribly silly. I should be able to stay mad at someone!" She exclaimed boldly, glancing up to him from where she sat a few feet away. A broad grin stretched across her features upon noticing that he was looking at her rather than his book. "Like the vampire that bit me in New Orleans; he looked so sick that rather than be cross for him having bitten me, I hoped that he was not ill."

"Esme is very forgiving, would you think her a fool?" He asked her, she felt foolish, and silly for her nature. Yet he didn't find it to be something bad, it was a terrific trait to have, she reminded him greatly of what women used to be like. She was never presumptuous; she was soft, and warm. Gentle, and Kind. Never harsh, always willing to open their heart to strangers, regardless of the risk to themselves. In 150 years she had not changed.

"Esme is a nearly indestructible vampire, I am... well..." She laughed brightly, the sound filling the small field behind his house. "I am practically human. I may heal, but I still feel more pain than you guys do. I still bleed, and my bones break much more easily than yours. Not everyone can be made of stone."

"That is why you should stay with us; you have 8 vampires who will fight any threat that comes near you." He told her firmly; he knew it was the truth. His family had eagerly welcomed her in. While Rosalie was not nearly as drawn towards her as the others, and Edward was more preoccupied with Bella, the entire family would have protected her without a second's thought. He had expected to be met with doubt, perhaps surprise... though rather than this, he got a sense of being self-conscious, happiness, and contentedness.

"I cannot thank your family enough for welcoming me here. I have never felt so welcome anywhere, I had nearly forgotten how it feels to truly be in a family." She said with a slight smile, she turned to look at the house that stood in the far distance. Carlisle had been called in to work that afternoon, and classes would resume the following day. Eagerly she had run outside in to the sun, a broad smile on her face; everyone else had disappeared for the day, leaving only her and Jasper.

The memory quickly shifted back to earlier in the afternoon. Sitting in his room with a guitar Jasper tried to ignore the emotions coming from Emmett and Rosalie. At least when he and Alice had been together, there had been ways to ignore the feelings, or to act on them. Though now that Alice had left him, he was left to dwell on the emotions, trying his hardest to fight them. Angrily he grabbed a ball from his bed, tossing it to the wall harshly. The two stopped immediately, and he heard quiet growling.

"Fine, Jazz. We'll find somewhere else." Rosalie growled angrily, her voice low and animalistic. He could hear them opening the door that looked over to the woods, their feet padding on the ground softly as they disappeared.

With a sigh of relief he returned to the guitar in his hands. He was no where near as talented as Edward had been with music, though it had helped to pass the time; and to get out emotions that he fought not to burden his family with. The only emotions he could now feel were from Carlisle and Lucy. It was a Sunday afternoon, and he could see the sunlight glistening from the river outside of his room. Carlisle was running more tests on the girl, he was curious and inquisitive. She was annoyed, and exasperated. Suddenly the phone rang; Carlisle grew annoyed, while she was hopeful.

"Dr. Cullen speaking... Yes?... I will be there right away." The phone hung up with a click. He could feel the excitement as though she were in the same room with him. Carlisle, however, was not nearly as excited. He had just gotten called in to work, but he wanted to study her more.

"I've got to go in to the hospital, so I am afraid I won't be able to run any more tests this afternoon." He was undoubtedly frowning as he spoke to her.

"I'm sorry, Carlisle." She said, her voice filled with remorse, though even she was horrible at concealing her happiness.

"Go enjoy the sun." Carlisle laughed at her. She squealed brightly before swinging open the door downstairs. He heard her feet run up the stairs, undoubtedly heading towards her room. Though she stopped, and before he could realize what had happened she had swung open his door.

"Come on! We're going out in the sun!" She proclaimed brightly, her face was lit up with excitement for something as trivial and normal as going outside.

"Why are we going outside?" He laughed at her excitement. She entered his room, her smell permeating the surfaces as she bent down to grab the ball that had left a dent in it.

"You shouldn't dent the walls, Esme will not be happy about this." She said with a grin, throwing the ball at him. He caught it with ease, setting the guitar down before she could even move. "Come on!"

"Why-" He had begun, but before he could further fight he was shocked to see that she was standing directly in front of him, bending slightly to the couch where he sat and grabbing his hand in hers.

"Come on! Stop whining!" She proclaimed, grabbing his larger hand with her smaller fingers, trying to pull him up. He laughed at her efforts, knowing that there was no way that she could lift him. With a groan she looked as though she was struggling, though he could practically feel her laughing beneath her exterior. She was no more trying to move him, than he was to move. He shook his head, allowing her to pull him up and drag him outside eagerly. She ran down the stairs towards the back door.

"You're too slow!" She cried out as he walked slowly behind her. Her hand was felt soft and warm as it clutched tightly to his as though to forcibly drag him outside. He could feel her pulse softly through the delicate veins in her hand, though more than urging his thirst it gave him an odd sense of energy.

"I'm too slow?" He laughed loudly as she grinned, dragging him further as he slowed even further. With a snicker he swiftly picked her up and disappeared out in to the yard. She let out a loud yelp of surprise as he began to run. They stood far from the house, it stood in the distance as a slight mound.

"I think that you are too slow." He told her smugly. She frowned up at him, folding her arms firmly across her chest, though he knew that she had enjoyed it. A slight blush hit her cheeks in the sun, causing his throat to burn. He practically dropped her on the ground as he ran to the house; he needed an excuse to get away from her. The smell had been so strong; it stuck to his clothes, it followed him everywhere, burning his throat with such fervor.

Nearly an entire minute had passed as he stood in his room, the door open to air out the smell of her, before he realized that she was undoubtedly confused about his disappearance. He hadn't wanted her to get upset, there was something about her that drew him in, more than her smell, he wanted to be near her. He wanted to know more about her, what her life had been like. Grabbing a random book he darted back towards the field, expecting her to have been making her way back towards the house. On the edge of the clearing where he had left her he stopped, watching her figure move. She was kneeling down towards the river, pulling up long reeds of grass, perfectly content; no sign of anger, or confusion at having been left. Five minutes passed as she picked reeds, unassuming of him watching her. The sun made her hair glow warmly around her pale face, her eyes matching the grass in her hands as she found an old tree to sit under, a large pad of moss beneath her as the sun shone brightly against her.

There was no way that she could have missed the way the sun sparkled against his skin, though she had said nothing... yet he had not left her any time to speak. If he stepped in to the clearing, she would see him for the freak that he was. However, if he did not return, she would probably grow upset with him for not returning. She glanced up as he finally made his way towards the clearing, smiling at him brightly; there was no anger behind her, no indication that she was upset for having been abandoned. What further shocked him, was that she didn't even seem surprised by the strange shoots of light that reflected off of him in to every direction.

"Feeling better?" She asked as she began folding the reeds on to one another, forming a strange object in her lap. He frowned at her, his brows furrowing as she glanced up to him curiously, mistaking it for confusion. "My scent was too much? That was why you left, wasn't it?"

"Yes." He frowned, of course she had known that that had been the reason, he would have been a fool not to have thought that. It only served further a reminder of what he was. She sighed, leaning her head against the tree briefly, closing her eyes as the sun reflected against her pale skin.

"You're not a bad person, Jasper. You don't have to be so angry with yourself. Everyone has their limits, and you know yours." She said, smiling at him as she leaned away from the tree. Her words were entirely honest, she trusted him. No anger, no resentment or fear... she was happy to have his company, happy to be sitting in the middle of the woods, alone, with someone who could very well kill her before she even blinked. He hated that fact; one wrong move and she would have died. She may not die if he bit her, though he would never forgive himself. She was his one link to his past, the one person who seemed to want nothing more than to help him. Esme had always wanted to help him, but she had also worried about everyone else in the family... but Lucy had made it very clear to him that she worried not for the rest of the family, but for him. Even despite his being a vampire she had worried about his well being, he was the only person from her past that she had left, and she couldn't stand the thought of losing him as well.

"How can you honestly say that?" He frowned, sitting well enough away from her that if the wind blew, her smell would be faint enough for him to try running the other way, rather than attack her. He would rather attack an entire classroom full of innocent students than her; he would fight the desire to kill her, and prove to everyone that he could fight the temptation. She was just like Esme, hopelessly believing in him, believing that he would be able to fight it, that he would be strong enough. Even Alice had doubted him, she had constantly feared what he would do at school, when in public... yet Lucy didn't seem frightened in the slightest; it was as though the thought didn't even cross her mind.

"Everyone makes mistakes; no one is perfect. I know that you mean well, and you're trying." She said with a smile at him; her eyes sparkled with happiness and such assurance that he nearly felt certain he wouldn't do anything. For a brief moment it almost felt as though everything was normal... or at least as normal as it could get. There was something in the way she smiled so warmly at him, the way she had snuck away from Carlisle to find herself in his room... she preferred him to the others, even if she hadn't said anything he could feel it. He didn't understand why she had chosen to become so close to him, beyond having met him briefly in their past, there was no real reason for it. She had many things in common with the others, and Emmett was always more than willing to play games with her... yet she often ignored Emmett to sit in his room, laying back on his couch as she held a book, laughing at something that even he wouldn't know; or telling him a joke that only he would have understood. She knew that he was dangerous, and she would ignore that to be near him, she trusted him more than anyone else ever had... the very thought made his heart swell with pride.

"If I bit you, would you not hate me? Would you truly be able to overlook that? To be so casual about it?" He asked her darkly; the thought made a pit grow in his stomach. It was a strong possibility, he would fight it with every fiber of his being, but it was impossible to fight everything. There was no part of him that wanted to attack her; it would hurt even worse than attacking Esme. They were the only two that seemed to support him, and be on his team.

"Of course I would forgive you." She laughed as though he had asked her what she would do if he ruined her favorite dress. She took it so casually, so lightly. "I could not stay mad at you for that, I know it is in your nature to want to bite me; but I'd survive, and so would you. Life would go on, why stay mad about it?"

"Do you think that the fact that you would survive makes it okay? How can you stand to be around someone that wants to kill you?" He asked honestly. Were it him he would not have wanted to be near someone that wanted to kill him, it was a foolish decision. She thought he wouldn't kill her, and he knew that she had been bitten before, but he didn't wish to try his luck. She didn't look up from the grass that she wove delicately; he watched her from his book, she was unable to see that he was watching. Her lips were turned up slightly in a permanent smile that seemed to constantly grace her face when they were together, her chest rising gently with each breath that she was required to take. "I'm not the same person you knew, I'm dangerous."

"Do you really take me to be such a fool?" She raised an eyebrow with a laugh, though she didn't look up from her lap. She shook her head gently. "I don't care, honestly. I trust you, and I know that you would not harm anyone purposely."

She trusted him more than he deserved. He was a selfish creature, his self restraint in nearly every aspect was lacking; for nearly all of his life he had been granted to live as a savage, to do exactly as his desires willed; there was no sense of restraint within his body... his impulses often felt so strong that it felt impossible to fight them. It was why he had never felt any inclination to befriend a human; the emotional investment would have been a waste.

"How can you be so forgiving?" He asked her, wondering how she could be so caring towards him, even after he threatened her. Part of him wanted her to run away from him, at least if she had left he would not have been able to attack her; without her near him, he could not try to kill her. While he didn't want to be apart from her, he would rather be alone, than have to worry that he would make a mistake. There was something strange about being near her, and he knew that she felt it as well. As though a strong rope had tied them together, making it seem nearly impossible to be far apart; the very idea of being far from her caused a sharp pain to course through his body. It wasn't the same as when he had been with Alice; he had needed Alice to help him, to protect him from making any big mistakes... deep down he had known that they were not meant for one another. Alice never trusted him, there had always been underlying doubt, a fear that he would try to attack a human; that he would ruin their rouse. Yet there was little Lucy could do to help him, at least not in the way that the others had... if anything, she needed his protection. It was a strange thought that he was, for once, the one protecting something, rather than being the one protected against. He enjoyed the feeling of finally having worth, of having someone trust him enough to feel safe near him. He wanted to be stronger for her, to prove that he could be... prove that he could protect her.

Yet he had bitten her, not 24 hours after he had felt so proud for having her trust. It had proven to himself that he was too dangerous to be trusted near even her. If he couldn't fight temptation around someone that he had felt such a close connection to, there seemed no hope that he could fight it towards others. He hated himself for it, and refused to speak with her. She hadn't deserved his coldness, she had forgiven him exactly as she had promised she would. She was confused and hurt when he acted harshly towards him; she didn't understand that she needed to leave, that she needed to be away from him.

"Don't you even care to think about how your being in the house affects all of us? You're in a house full of vampires, Lucy. So long as you stay with us, we will feel no peace, your blood calls to each of us, everyone here thirsts for you." His voice rang out in his ears coldly as he stormed away from Esme and Carlisle who were discussing quietly where to put the painting. Esme was upset over Lucy having left. He had been the selfish one to send her away.

"How can you be so selfish? They pity you, you make everyone pity you. Everything bad happens to you, and you make those near to you feel guilty. You're like a helpless child; will you ever learn to protect yourself?" He had continued when she hadn't responded. He could still feel the hurt that had carried through her, her eyes watered briefly before she had taken on a stony appearance, glaring to him. "I don't think you should come back, you make life harder for all of us."

"Fine, I won't burden your family anymore. I had no idea I was so unwelcome." She had spat out with such anger, such hurt. It was the last time he had seen her. The school called asking about her, though the rest of his family had no idea where she was. Of course they had blamed him, which they were right to... though it had only further fueled his anger towards the girl. If she had only listened to him the first time he tried to push her away, if she had not formed the bonds with his family. Stronger than his desire to have her near, was his desire for her to hate him, to want to be so far from him that her love for his family would be overwhelmed.

It had taken nearly a year, but she had finally hated him. For once she had been wrong, the grudge had held... yet as he sat back on his couch, it did not feel nearly as satisfying as he had hoped it would. He had thought that if she had left his family, she would have returned to living as a safe, normal, human... yet she had taken to traveling with vampires. His decision to push her away hadn't taken in to consideration that she truly had needed their protection. Esme had suffered more than any of the others, Emmett had made it very known that he blamed Jasper for Lucy leaving, and that he felt Jasper was a selfish and was an untrustworthy person. His own family had blamed him for her disappearance; they wanted her back... but he had endured it, certain that it was for the best, that she would be safer away from his family... If anything he had made her worse; he had chased her away and in to the hands of other vampires. She had changed, the carefree and gentle person of his memories seemed to have disappeared; the person he had fought against his own temptation so hard to protect was gone.

The image of her merciless laughter remained embedded in to his mind, her bright red eyes blazing brightly with disgust for him. Lucy was not supposed to look like this, her laughter was supposed to be warm and friendly, not cold and heartless. Her eyes were supposed to be a warm golden green, like sunshine on pale grass, or ripe apples, not the color of fresh blood. She had left her life, his family had suffered, and now she was living a life that she should never have had to simply because he had been unable to control his emotions.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this, I wanted to get a little of Jasper in to explain his behaviors. The next chapter will be more about Lucy; it's going to be a bit back and forth for the next few chapters following them both.:D

Let me know what you think! Thanks!