*Jasper*

She was so close. I felt my throat begin to burn, and that, along with my natural aversion to being in a confined space, was making me agitated. My jaw ached, and I longed to sink my teeth into her skin. How sweet her blood would be... I hardly noticed Emmett and Rosalie leave, only when Jemima moved away did I finally snap out of it.

I was sure that both of us could hear the other humans crowded into the small canteen. I found it ridiculous that two people sitting together could cause such a scandal. Although, even a human could sense how much of an abnormality this was. I'd even heard one or two of them take note of the way I was looking at her.

Like a piece of meat.

This was very wrong. If even humans could see the weakening of my disguise, then I was in trouble.

Before I could try and regain my mystery, Jemima tossed her head. Her hair fell across the other side of her neck, leaving the pale flesh above her jugular bare and sending the wave of choking, inescapable scent of her blood encompassing me.

I tried to stop my breathing, something all vampires could do, to block out the scent, but it was palpable; a thick, warm blanket ruthlessly smothering me.

"Yes?"

Her voice, that had an expectant and strong edge to it, broke through the hazy fog of thirst encapsulating my body.

It seemed like she'd grown weary of my staring.

"You...you look beautiful..." I managed, trying to speak through the thirst. I didn't really process what words had just left my lips.

Or maybe I said it because I knew what her reaction would be.

Her cheeks glowed red; the blood flowing there was audible, and pulled me like a sirens call. I leant towards her, with movements too slow and slight for her to notice. Before I got any closer though, she mumbled some nonsense, and slid out of the booth.

I watched her walk away, and my useless heart seemed to squeeze. I knew that I scared her. She had a way of looking at you, as if she could see right into you with those strange eyes.

It was her eyes I'd noted after her blood. They were deep, soulful, but guarded. As if there was something...bad...inside her, something dark, that she hid from everybody. The other thing I noticed about her eyes was the colour. Or rather the variety of colour. Sometimes, they'd be a deep blue, like lapis lazuli. Sometimes, they reminded of a colour I saw when my family and I travelled north. Emmett had fancied a change in diet, and dreamt of hunting polar bears. Whilst he and Edward were hunting, and Alice and Rosalie were shopping; me, Esme and Carlisle explored the glaciers. Deep inside, the ice folded into colours that mystified even I. Deep blues like the ocean at night, spread like ripples in a pond into lighter and lighter shades of blue. Jemima's eyes seemed to morph like the ice, into countless glorious shades of blue. I travelled deeper into my new, but strangely extensive memories of her. I remembered when I saw her first, in the forest. Her eyes had seemed green then, like the foliage in the forest. She'd looked like a beautiful nature spirit, straight out of a fairy tale.

I didn't realize I had company until a heavy hand slapped the table with the force of a sledgehammer. My head jerked up towards my brother, and his mate.

"Jazz, where'd the girl go? She was hot."

Mine and Rosalie's hiss merged into one, causing a couple of human heads to turn. Emmett glanced at us both, holding his hands up, "Whoa guys, chill. Just asking..."

Rosalie turned stonily to me, "I knew I shouldn't have left her with you. Where is she?"

I shrugged with mock nonchalance, Rosalie's eyes narrowed, Emmett shuffled uncomfortably. It was the school bell that saved both Emmett and I from the wrath of Rosalie. Slightly too fast to pass as human, I slid out of the booth. Rosalie cast me a warning look, before grabbing Emmett's huge arm and began pulling him to class. It wasn't like me to be so careless about my disguise. I tried not to draw any more attention to myself as I strode out of the hall.