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She was right there; no more than a few feet away from me. I could almost touch her. Emmett came up behind me and helped my brother and sister get me out of the building. I could hear Rosalie asking everybody in the lunch room what the hell they were looking at.

"Let me go!" I yelled. "I need to see her!" I was dry sobbing and practically clawing to get to her. Alice got in front of me and grabbed my face.

"Jazzy, please calm down." She looked frightened, and perhaps she should be.

"Don't you dare tell me to fucking calm down! You KNEW! You knew that she was here and alive and you didn't tell me? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" She at least had the decency to look a little ashamed.

"I didn't tell you because she doesn't remember you, Jasper." Anguish as deep as the pits of hell enveloped me. My Isabella didn't remember me; her husband. "Don't feel that way, Jasper. It's not her fault. It's not that she doesn't entirely remember you." I looked at her questioningly. "All I know is that I saw you grabbing her up and taking her out of the school like a mad man. I don't question why, but all that I know is that she would have freaked out and not in a good way."

Edward finally spoke up. "She remembers your scent, though. Her mind was saying that there was a very familiar scent and she felt immediately better about being around new people." He looked at me and smiled a little. "There is hope, I think. We know how much you love her and have always loved her. You're just going to have to jog her memory a little bit at a time, perhaps."

I took off running. I wanted to run anywhere but here; anywhere but where my Isabella sat. She didn't remember me and it broke my cold dead heart. I don't know that I had it in me to take things slowly. There were so many questions that I needed to have answered.

I dialed Peter's number. He and I would talk from time to time and he always begged me to come to Texas, where all of the hell started. I suppose it was better than Louisiana, where I THOUGHT my heart was buried in the ground. How mistaken I was.

"Yello." He answered with a snicker. I rolled my eyes because he's such a tool.

"Peter, I need to know why Isabella is in Forks, and alive, no less." I tell him. I'm all but screaming into the phone at this point.

I hear him huff into the phone. "Dude, I tried to tell you on more than one occasion. It might have been a little cryptic, but I did try to tell you."

"Let me get this straight. You knew she was alive and you did nothing to tell me? Seriously, man? I thought we were brothers. How could you do this to me?" I sobbed. I felt betrayed. He could have came flat out and told me.

"Listen, I think this is better talked about in person. I'll be there first thing this evening. I really am sorry that I didn't get to you before she did."

We said our good-byes and hung up. Now all I had to do is wait for the answers that I so desperately needed.

Peter arrived at our home just around midnight. There was no hello or man-hug. He got a punch or three to the face. I was seething and my anger was rolling off of me in waves to the people around me. I had caused more than one fight in the house today.

"The fuck?" He yelled as he set his jaw back in place. "I told you I was sorry!"

"Yeah? Well fuck your sorry bullshit. How difficult could it be to just tell me that she was alive! I would've come be with her!"

He paused and gathered himself and looked me in the eyes. "Jasper, you didn't want her to be changed, if I remember correctly. I gave you my word that I wouldn't change her, remember that?" I nod. I had been very against her being the living dead. "Well, not soon after you left she saw Charlotte and I in town. She could tell something was different. Our eyes were golden, not the usual blue and green that they once were. We didn't have such a thing as contacts back then, you know? It's really hard to hide that shit." He sighed. "She found out eventually. She'd caught Charlotte and I hunting in the forest and was curious as to why we were chewing on animals. That's a really tough thing to explain."

I closed my eyes. I know he didn't change her. Please, God, tell me he didn't change her against my wishes. "Jasper, the Volturi found out. I don't know how, and I don't care how. All I know? Is they were going to kill her, and not in any tame kind of way. They came for her. We were able to throw them off of our trail for awhile but when it came down to it, she had a choice to make. We couldn't run forever, man. Our options were limited and I was becoming more and more paranoid and snapping at everybody or anything that came in my path. So, she had made the decision to be changed. Charlotte and I both used our venom to change her." He paused to look at me. "She thought about you the whole time, you know. Anyway, once the Volturi finally caught up to us, they couldn't do anything about it. She'd already been changed." He shrugged.

I took a deep and unnecessary breath. She really had no choice. Peter was just doing what he thought was right, and what he thought I wanted. If he hadn't changed her she would've been tortured and killed.

Jumping up I grabbed him up in a hug. "She doesn't remember me, Peter. Also, she looks a little off for a vampire."

He scratched the back of his head and looked sheepish. "About that..."

So, Bella was a weird hybrid. She had all of the strength and life expectancy of any regular vampire, but she still had a heartbeat, she would never age, and she ate food and slept. I had never heard of such a thing happening in all of my existence. Peter and I immediately went to Carlisle to find out some answers.

After explaining to him about Bella's condition, he scratched his temple and looked seriously at me. "Jasper, there is no known case of any other type of vampire. Your Isabella seems to be one of a kind. She is very human like, yet very durable." He winked at me, and if I could blush I would. "You see, that could also explain why she doesn't remember you. Her body got caught between human and vampire and her memories are in limbo, so to speak. However, I would think that with a little persuasion she will fully remember who you are."

Relief washed over me. There was definitely hope. I left Peter to speak with Carlisle a little more and headed toward the house where Bella lived. There was no car and the only scent I picked up was hers. That scent. It did something to me that I haven't felt in a long time.

I climbed the trellace to her window and, like a creeper, watched her sleep. What I was doing was a very Edward-like move. He'd done much of the same with Angela Webber a few months back. She looked peaceful as she slept, and I envied her. I can't count how many times I wished I could fall asleep and dream of my Bella.

"Jasper." she sighed in her sleep.

I guess I got the next best thing. At least I knew she was dreaming of me.

Well? I hope that this chapter at least explains a little of the mystery for you. Bella's POV might be in the next chapter. What do you think?