Chapter 12

Third Person POV

The moment he felt Rosalie's feelings of clarity, Jasper began to panic. Looking at her straight in the eye, Jasper began to plead with her through his eyes alone. Mercifully, because they have acted the illusion of being twins for so long, it had come to the point where it could actually be true for it didn't take Rosalie long to work out what her brother was silently asking of her. A taut, quick nod from his sister eases Jasper's worries allowing him to focus once again on his mate, something that Jasper marvelled at when Rosalie suddenly felt white-hot rage and injustice. Snapping up to look at his 'twin' once again, Jasper desperately shakes his head, silently ordering her to get the rage under control. Reluctantly, Rosalie agrees to let go, for now.

"You OK now, Darlin'?" Jasper asked, his southern accent dripping with worry. Jasper knew that he really should tell Bella what was going on, but the memories of that worthless bastard kept creeping into his mind.

Giving himself a mental shake, Jasper returned his focus to the matter at hand.

"Yeah. Why does this keep happening?" Bella whispered. Rose and Jasper shared a look. A knowing, guilt filled look.

"We'll work it out little sis, don't worry," Rosalie replied as she walked around to stand next to Bella's right side and helped her little sister stand up. Not that vampires need help of course, but that was just Rosalie and Jasper's concern getting the best of them, not to mention it removes potential suspicion from any humans that maybe watching.

It took them ten minutes, thanks to the show they had to put on for humans, for them to walk into Bella's room. Though they were safe from the curiosity of humans, Rosalie and Jasper were still reluctant to let Bella go from their grip until she was sitting on the bed. Rosalie made sure that she was able to throw a sharp look to Jasper, so he knew that she didn't agree with keeping the truth from Bella.

"Why don't you go get ready for the club, Jasper?" Rosalie told him. He heard that tone many times over the years and knew it wasn't good for him to argue.

Jasper, with great reluctance and pouting, left Rosalie and Bella alone in the latter's room.

"You feeling better, sis?" Rosalie asked her, still watching Bella with a very close eye. Logically, Rosalie knew that she didn't have anything in particular to worry about.

"Yes," Bella replied, her anger and frustration colouring her voice. "Sorry Rose," Bella said again in a much calmer voice this time around.

"Don't worry about it; we all have off days," Rose replied with an understanding smile.

"Pity all your off days seemed to fall on the days I visited," Bella replied with a playful wink.

Rosalie shot back a playful look of anger before the two smiled openly with each other.

"So, want to get back to plotting our own personal justice on Laurent?" Rosalie asked her, almost begging for the chance to plot without Jasper and Emmett interrupting.

Bella instantly seemed to forget about that strange ripping sensation in her still heart as the thirst for revenge flooded her system again.

"Slow burn or fast?" Bella questioned in answer to Rosalie's.

The two women look at each other before speaking at the same time.

"Slow burn," they said with evil smirks on their face.

"HEY! We can still hear that shit, you know," Emmett's voice floated from the next room, his voice quaking as he spoke.

"Good," Rosalie and Bella replied as one.

"That's cold ladies," Jasper's voice floated through the walls.

The two women look at each other again before they fall about laughing.

"So, do you know where the best clubs are in this state?" Bella asked Rosalie, whose response was to shrug.

"Emmett's the best one to go to for club knowledge and not just the sports clubs either," Rosalie replied.

"Damn right, baby," Emmett's voice floated through from the next room.

Rosalie turned to scowl at the door.

"EMMETT! Girl talk means you don't join in!" Rosalie scolded him.

"Sorry babe," Emmett replied, but Bella had the feeling that he wasn't actually sorry at all.

The two women look at each other, both knowing they won't get to have a 'private' conversation just yet.

"Why don't we just get ready for the club?" Bella asked Rosalie.

"Good idea" Rosalie replied.

"Neither one of you better wear something that shows half your ass," Emmett said, though neither Rosalie nor Bella knew if they were actually supposed to hear him or not. Until.

"Dude, vampires remember? They still heard you. Next time just think about it alright, that way they can't get pissed at us," Jasper mumbled to Emmett, but again the girls heard him perfectly clear.

Rosalie and Bella snigger at the sounds of Emmett cursing himself out.

"What do you think sis? Red or black? I'm feeling dark." Bella said to Rosalie holding up two dresses.

"RED!" Jasper shouted eagerly.

While Rosalie and Bella burst out laughing, the unmistakable sound of Emmett hitting Jasper could be heard, which had then been followed with Jasper growling.

"The fuck man!" Jasper growled out.

"Don't go thinking that way about my baby sister man, it's not cool," Emmett said with a grumble.

"HA! Like you don't think that way about Rosalie," Jasper replied annoyed.

Rosalie and Bella shake their heads, laughing at how they childish they were being.

It was another hour before everyone was ready to go clubbing. Interestingly enough, it was Emmett that took the longest despite being the first to arrive back at the motel.

"FINALLY!" Rosalie, Jasper and Bella said at once when Emmett reached Jasper's Jaguar.

"Is His Majesty ready?" Jasper asked in annoyance.

"Perfection takes time servant," Emmett simply replied in a posh superior tone.

"You sound like Eddie," Bella shot back, her hunger making her testy.

Emmett scowled.

"Babe, let's go buy our own car in the morning. These two are just mean," Emmett grumbled.

Rosalie smirked and patted his cheek affectionately.

"Yes dear," Rosalie replied while trying to hold off a smirk.

"OK, let's go. I'm starving," Bella said firmly, her black eyes showing her thirst in their depths.

Forty minutes later, the four of them are sitting in the corner of a nightclub, a trip which would have taken a human at least an hour by car; being a vampire certainly has its advantages. Jasper, of course, was in the middle of a torture session, thanks to alcohol and dancing.

Lust.

The dominant emotion in every nightclub and Jasper was feeling like it was crushing down on him from all sides. Doesn't help that his own lust is weighing down on him either.

"Dude? What the hell is with you?" Emmett asked his brother in concern.

"Humans and their fucking lust," Jasper gritted through his teeth.

Emmett's eyes widen before sympathy fills them.

"Damn. Gotta say, Jasper, out of everyone I know, you've been dealt the worst hand," Emmett said sadly.

"Thanks man," Jasper replied.

Bella was scanning the crowd, looking for her meal. Unfortunately, everyone was behaving at the moment. Not enough booze in their systems to reveal the scumbags in all their dishonest glory.

"Bells? What are you looking for?" Emmett asked her curiosity clear in his voice and on his face.

"Dinner," Bella replied with a soft growl, resulting in Jasper's lust skyrocketing, with only himself to blame.

"Oh," Emmett said. He wasn't sure what else he could say.

"We'll find someone by the end of the night," Jasper told her soothingly.

"I know. The real monsters can't control themselves when you throw alcohol and half naked women in front of them. Not for long anyway," Bella said with certainty.

"Truer words have never been spoken," Rosalie said, her mind on Royce and his merry little band of friends.

Their table falls silent, each lost in their own thoughts while watching the crowds.

A/N: There you go, I know its short but this chapter was a really pain to right. Thanks to my beta Fairedenale