Jasper & Bella, Love story.

Songfic!

Song: Dancing away with my heart!

Artist: Lady Antebellum!

Lyrics are Italiced and Bolded.

~ ~ Past ~ ~

I finally asked you to dance on the last slow song.

He made his way slowly over, careful not to bump the other dancers. "Isabella?"

I looked over "Yes?"

He looked slightly flustered. "Would you like to dance?" He seemed to think I would say no. No to the last dance.

I grinned and nodded. "Of course Jasper. I would be honored!"

Jasper looked up surprised. "Really? I mean... Thank you."

He took my hand and gently led me to the dance floor. I put my free hand on his shoulder. "Outside?" I asked and pointed to the balcony. "Oh yes, of course Ma'am."

Beneath that moon that was really a disco ball. I can still feel my head on your shoulder. And hoping that song would never be over.

The music was quieted down some, I sighed looking up at the glisening moon. "Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?" I half whispered to myself. I heard a chuckel and looked up to see Jasper staring down at me. "Yes, I have." He told me.

I haven't seen you in ages. Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are. For me you'll always be eighteen and beautiful.

He humed the lyrics to the song that was playing. I blinked, realizing i've been dancing in a daze.

Jasper looked like the soldier he was and is.

I was wearing my crimson dyed gown that used to be silver, and hugged in all the right places. As Jasper was wearing his Confederate Army uniform.

Beautiful in eachothers minds.

And dancing away with my heart. I brushed your curls back so I could see your eyes. And the way you moved me was like you were reading my mind.

I ran my hand threw his hair, and leaned my head on his chest. I played with the hair at the nap of his neck, and relaxed into him.

"Trying for a fifth song?" He laughed, as I looked down, knowing that my cheeks would be bright red. I nodded slowly not catching his eyes. "If that would be alright..."

His chest rumbled and he threw his head back laughing.

"Im glad I amuse you!" I said, feeling hurt. "Oh Bella, Bella, Bella.. silly innocent Isabella.." He whispered and touched his forehead to mine. "You are my everything. You can have whatever you want my beautiful."

I moved my head up and he met me. A shock went through me as our lips touched. A wonderful shock.

~ ~ Inbetween ~ ~

It was the end of the summer, and he was being deported into war.

I can still feel you lean in to kiss me.

Jasper looked at me smiling, "I love you." He told me, and gave me a sweet kiss.

"Whitlock! Time to go!" His General shouted. My hand curled and grabbed a bunch of his uniform in my hand. "No!" I choked out.

"D-Dont lea-Leave me!" Tears spilled down my cheeks. He whipped them away frowning, "Bella, dont cry. I'll be back before you know it." He told me, a strained smile on his face.

"Whitlock! Get your ass in gear, and get the hell over here! Now!" General ordered from the gates. Jasper gestured towards me "Two secounds and we leave!" He yelled walking away.

"Bella honey. Look at me." I refused to meet his eyes.

"J-Jasper! Im-"

"TWO MINUTES ARE UP! OVER HERE NOW!"

He kissed my forehead. "I love you. Not goodbye." He said, walking backwards away.

'Jasper, Im pregant with your child!' My mind screamed.

He boarded the plane, waving at me, without knowing.

~ ~ Now ~ ~

I can't help but wonder if you ever miss me. I haven't seen you in ages. Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are.

I sighed remembering the good days. That summer was one of many. That summer I had gotten pregnant with our first and only child.

I had told him as soon as he wrote to me, in which he responded to being overjoyed about.

He promised he would come back. But... Fate was cruel and had other plans.

I walked over and fell at the grave, crying my eyes out.

His body wasnt found, but he was proclaimed dead. M.I.A...

Here Lies:

Jasper Whitlock

1844 - 1863

Loved, and will be forever missed.

I read it over and over. Of course fate was cruel to me. But why to Jasper? The only one I had ever loved with my heart.

For me you'll always be eighteen and beautiful. And dancing away with my heart.

When I first saw him, my world exploded. After that first dance my heart was his. No other guy could -and would- ever live up to him.

You headed off to college at the end of that summer. And we lost touch. I guess I didn't realize even at the moment we lost so much.

Once Brandon Jasper Whitlock was born, his dad was already M.I.A. He would never know him.

I haven't seen you in ages. Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are.

I keep wondering to myself if there is a heaven, somewhere out there. And, If by some chance Jasper was there. Watching over me and his son.

I hope so, because he didn't deserve to die. Nobody ever deserved to die in war.

And now I find it worthless, stupid infact.

War is not meant to be used as a game, a thing to make peace. It creates havoc and ruins peoples lifes.

For me you'll always be eighteen and beautiful. And dancing away with my heart.

And my Jasper, is dead from it. His bestfriend is dead.

People dying from the grief. The pain of loss.

I have to stay strong for Brandon though. He needs something steady in his life, something he can hold onto.

Nah nah nah nah (x3). Away with my heart. Nah nah nah nah (x3)

~ ~ Ending ~ ~

"Cheif? Do you know what happened?" A bystander asked.

"Not quite. Looks like the house was broken into." He told the crowd, fixing his belt.

Another cop came out with a note. "Cheif we found something!" The (2nd) cop handed the note over.

"Oh good grief! Wheres the child?" He asked, nobody in perticular.

"Gone sir. Theres no trace of any of them. The girl or the baby."

The cheif looked over the note once more, which until looked at properly, was thought to be a diary passage.

Oh Lord!

I seen Jasper today, he's everywhere! His mother has even seen him. Do you think its his ghost?

I got a note today, to meet someone by his grave. I haven't been there yet but im working on it.

Brandon's been doing good lately, He can sit up on his own now! Hurray!

Well thats all really... But I swear I saw him...

Ta ta

Isabella Swan Whitlock.

~ ~ Five months Later ~ ~

The grave was clear, nothing in sight of the graveyard. No humans anyway. A toddler was gurgling happily four miles down the road, his mom sitting on the couch beside him.

His blonde hair and brown eyes shone in the unatural light.

"Is baby Brandon happy?" His mother laughed, her bell-like voice bouncing off the walls as she got up and twirled around the room.

His father came into the room and caught the lady as she spun around.

"I promised you I would be back." He smiled

"That you did."

AN:

Bella Nor Jasper has/had the newborn bloodlust, baby was perfectly safe =D