*Jemima*

Of course Jasper, being Jasper, had to disappear off again.

I growled under my breath, "Vampires..."

I meandered around the house for the rest of the day, until mum got back. She didn't mention last night, as I expected, and there was a good few hours of awkward silence before I called it a day and went to bed. I left my window open just in case, but if Jasper had come calling, I'd already fallen asleep.

*Jasper*

The forest whipped past me as I ran further and further into the unknown.

As I ran, I spoke to myself.

"What are you doing, Jasper? She's a human! Just a human, nothing special. You have Alice, the stunningly beautiful pixie."

I envisioned them in my mind, Alice the small, perfect pixie, and Jemima, the tall, slender elf with eyes like Mother Nature's herself.

"But she's human, with a human lifespan and human fragility. She is not for you."

"You'll kill her."

I roared at myself, and stopped. My fist sailed through the air, colliding with the trunk of a pine tree. It groaned in agony, and fell with outstanding majesty to the ground. I looked at the tree, feeling unexpectedly...sad...

For whatever reason, the tree reminded me of her. I knelt beside the ancient and gentle fallen tree, and placed a hand on it's rough skin. I inhaled the scents of the forest. There was no perfume of Jemima's blood here, but still, the earthy scents made my imagination focus on Jemima. Her pale skin. Her hair, as brown as the wood that lay beside me in the form of the fallen tree. Her eyes, that would change to be as green as the leaves of the plants around me, every shade would manifest in her irises.

With little thought, I stood up. I needed to see her.

*Jemima*

Mum had already gone to work when I woke up.

Another empty house to myself. Unless Jasper decided to show, which wasn't anything to rely on.

As if my thoughts summoned him, there was a small sound, and he was here.

I nearly leapt out of bed in shock.

"Damn it, Jasper! You nearly gave me a heart attack. Jesus!"

Jasper blinked.

I didn't really want to look at Jasper. It was kind of awkward, just me and him...in a bedroom...with me lying in bed...

What pyjamas was I wearing? I wondered quickly. I couldn't exactly look; that would just look weird, so I tried to remember.

Oh, it was okay, I was wearing my nightgown. Nothing too...promiscuous.

Quickly, I slid out of bed, "Do you mind if I get changed?"

Jasper blinked again, before shaking his head, "Sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like this. I'll wait outside."

He was about to climb out of the window.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Just wait. In. Here." I said exasperatedly.

Jasper pulled his leg back inside, and stood by the window. I made a hand gesture to tell him to just stay there, and swept into the bathroom, picking up some clothes as I went.

*Jasper*

Jemima disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, leaving me standing by the window. The early morning sun was struggling to light up everything properly, but it had lit up Jemima's eyes, making them shine a cornflower blue. I realized that the sun hadn't been strong enough yet to light up my skin. I wondered what Jemima would think of that. Would she be scared? No, I doubted that sparkly skin could scare her after everything she'd been through.

I was happy to just stand perfectly still and wait for her, but instead I decided to investigate her bedroom. Avoiding the radio, I walked over to her desk, where she'd stood yesterday. Amongst objects that meant little to me, but maybe everything to her, I found a photograph frame. Secured within was an old photo of Jemima and her mother, smiling. The edge of the photograph was uneven, and looked like a part had been ripped off.

Before I could look closer, the bathroom door opened and Jemima walked in. She caught me looking at the photograph, and instantly she looked upset. I walked forward, "Jemima..."

"No, it's fine Jasper, I'm alright." She waved me away,

"Why is your photo ripped?"

She looked up at me sharply, but soon her expression turned weary, "That was taken back in England. When he was still around. I don't want to be reminded of him, but that's the only photograph where she's still happy. That's why it's ripped, Jasper."

Carefully, I pulled her into my arms. My cold breath on her neck made her hairs stand on end.

*Jemima*

His cold breath contrasted with my quickly warming body. His stone arms were wrapped around me, solid and possessive. I pulled my head back quickly, feeling tears sting my eyes from having to explain the photograph. Jasper didn't move.

"Jasper...I," His breath on my neck made me a little nervous, "how could you like someone like me?"

My words made him pull away sharply,

"What?" He asked, surprise written all over his face,

"I mean...you're...beautiful. I'm not," I cursed the skin on my face as it turned hot, and I looked down at the floor.

Silently, Jasper's forehead touched mine, tilting it up slightly to meet his mouth. I found myself frozen, paralyzed. Eventually, I regained control of my body, and wrapped my arms around his neck. My lips shaped around his, and my body seemed to change to the other extreme, moulding itself around his. One of his hands moved to the back of my head, stopping beneath my hair at the nape of my neck. His other hand slid around the back of my hip, pressing me closer to him. My hands clutched at his hair, thick and soft in my grip. It happened too fast for me to keep up with - I only noted being picked up - and then my back was on my mattress again. Jasper's lips never broke contact with mine, but his hands moved to my wrists. With inhuman speed, Jasper pulled my arms above my head. The movement broke my mouth from his, and in shock, I whispered, "What are you doing?"

Jasper's eyes were dark, and burning, like there was fire behind them. It scared me.

"Jasper, I want to get up," I said as calmly as I could.

He didn't seem to hear. It seemed like all of his control, every bit of it, he was releasing on me. His head reared back from mine, to look my properly in the eyes.

"Jasper, stop. Please, you're...you're scaring me."

His eyes seemed to be growing darker and darker, but I didn't get a good view of them for long. With an animalistic growl, Jasper's face descended towards my neck. I felt his teeth at my jugular, but the bite never came. Jasper seemed to pull himself off of me. I gasped as if I'd been underwater for too long, and sat up. Jasper was at the other side of the room, and so was she.

"Rosalie! What are you-!"

"Jemima get out of here!" She snarled, her arms were pinning Jasper to the wall, but she wasn't strong enough to hold him there properly. He was snarling and scratching at her, desperate to free himself. His wild, black eyes were on me. I was too shocked to move, my eyes fixed on his face.

"Jemima, go!"

Pulling my eyes from his face, I leapt off of the bed. I ran the short distance from the bed to the door, and pulled it open. With one last look at Rosalie, barely containing her brother, I ran into the hallway.

"No!" I heard her shout.

I ran down the hallway as fast as I could, but he was faster. So much faster.

...

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