BPOV
The ice rink was actually pretty fun. We all had fun and smiled a lot, but then, just two days after our visit the news reported that a body of a woman had been found there. She was not so much murdered there, but dumped there; her throat was slit but there was no blood so investigators thought she must have been killed somewhere else. The case has had my dad in and out of the office for the past week and tonight, he has to go to the medical examiner's for the second time because another body was discovered. Same M.O., except this body was of a man and he was dumped in the dumpsters behind the Port Angeles Mall. Normally, if PA was like any other major city in the country, the two cases would be handled by the PAPD, but since Port Angeles is only two times bigger than Forks, the Forks Police department is a branch of the PAPD, so for every major case, Forks PD gets involved.
My dad likes to think that he is sneaky and is protecting me by hiding his files, but his attempts are pretty lame. It's very easy to find and get access his copies of the case files. He doesn't even use a computer to organize everything.
After he leaves, I sit there, reading the files. In both cases, the M.E. found that both victims had no blood whatsoever left in their bodies and that their throats were cut post mortem, and at closer examination they found a mysterious fluid-like substance that had never been seen before near the incisions on the throats.
'Interesting. What could it be?'
What could the fluid-like substance be? I thought about it but could come up with nothing.
I put the files back and went into the living room to watch t.v.
Those two murders had nothing to do with me. They're just run-of-the-mill, ordinary, murders. But there's something niggling in the back of my mind. Something that wants me to take a closer look at the case files and continue keeping up with the cases, because there was something important to them. Blankly staring at the t.v. screen, I think and think, but nothing comes to me, and so I push all thoughts of murder out of my mind.
OOO
Two weeks passed by and two more bodies were found. Four victims in three weeks. It reminded me of when James and his posse came through and terrorized the town. The cases were eerily similar. Angela said that it was only a matter of time before the people of Forks also became victims.
"Bella!" Someone yelled my name. I turned around and saw that it was Angela. Her eyes were shining with excitement.
"What's up Ange?"
"You will not believe what Jessica told me!"
No, I probably won't. Jessica was Forks' High resident runner up slut. She's not as mean and vicious as Lauren Mallory, but she can get very vindictive and spin tales as efficiently as a spider. I give her the benefit of the doubt anyway, since she has calmed down considerably since she started dating Mike.
"What did Jessica say?"
"She and Mike decided to spend some "quality time" together at the Cullen house and guess what? There was a light in an upstairs window!"
My breath hitched.
"W-what?"
There was a roaring in my ears, my heart was pounding. I felt hot and then cold and sweaty. Angela saw my distress.
"Oh Bella! I'm so sorry! I forgot about your past with the Cullens! I'm sorry!"
Her face was apologetic.
'No, Bella. You are over this. It's been a year. Man up.'
Even now I sometimes still have trouble with 'episodes' or 'anxiety attacks' when someone mentions the Cullens. I may be pretty much over what happened, but I'm still human. It gets to me sometimes.
If it is true that they are back, I don't know what I'd do, and how I'd feel.
I give her a weak smile.
"No Ange, it's alright. I'm fine. Really."
I guess she was hasty to put it all behind her because she enthusiastically changed the subject.
When the day ended, I went got into my truck and pulled out of the school parking lot. I honestly can't say what went through my mind after that. The next thing I knew I was parked in front of the Cullen mansion. I turned off the engine and just sat there, debating.
'You can do this Bella. If you love going to The Meadow then you can definitely go into the house.'
"This is so stupid..." I whispered. I looked back at the house and made up my mind.
'No, there is no chance that they're back. You can do this. I can do this.'
Before I could change my mind I exited my truck and made my way to the front door, not bothering close the driver's side door. I stopped only a few scant inches from the front door and made to ring the bell before a hunch stopped me. I turned the door knob and the door opened easily, noiselessly.
'Why would their door be unlocked? Could they really be back?' There was no noise but as I stepped over the threshold, a noticeable shiver went up my spine and the hair stood up on my arms. There was something there. Or someone. An empty house would not have such a visible reaction on me if there wasn't. I walked further in.
"Hello?" I whispered. I got no answer.
"Hello?" I asked a bit louder. Still no answer. I let out a breath that I had apparently been holding and smiled slightly. Maybe it was just memories and not an actual presence that I was feeling. I walked into the living room and looked nostalgically at the north wall. That was the wall that held the big plasma screen that Emmett loved to play games on. I sat down on the plastic-covered sofa and just sat there for a while.
Suddenly, my heart began to beat faster and my breath hitched. I shivered and rubbed my arms; there was an 'electric' feeling in the air, a sort of awareness. I was not alone. There was indeed someone in the house. Fear began creeping in. Cautiously, I got up from the sofa. What seemed like a wall or something impossibly hard ran into me and knocked my breath away. I felt air rushing by and I prepared myself for injury, but instead my back gently hit the wall. The hard thing was a body. A granite hard, cold, body. I knew what it was. My body has not forgotten what a vampire body against mine feels like. It instinctively relaxed and my breath hitched. But then something completely different happened: my breasts felt heavier and my nipples were hard and aching. They needed to be touched.
Still squinting my eyes closed and trying to breath normally and keep quiet, I just stood there waiting. Waiting for what, I don't know. The vampire pressed against me was growling and snarling but then it moved its nose to my throat and gave a sniff. The snarling stopped and the growls quieted a bit and its chest seemed to vibrate. I tried to stifle a moan.
I gasped when the growling got more quiet. It was almost sensual.
What happened next made me moan, loudly. I guess I had forgotten that vampires have acute sense of smell at that moment and that the scent of my arousal was strong because the vampire growl-groaned huskily and pressed its hips to mine. He was aroused. Damn, this vampire was packing. And male. Very male. Obviously.
I dared to open my eyes and I was left speechless.
There, pressed against me, was none other than Jasper. Black eyes, curly dark blonde hair and all.
"J-Jasper?" I stuttered. He was looking into my eyes, but it was like he couldn't see me. His eyes were black, soulless depths but at the same time had a plethora of emotions swirling in them. Something was wrong with him.
I tried to get out of his grasp, embarrassed about my reaction to him. However, he growled menacingly and pressed harder against me and whispered darkly into my ear,
"Don't you fucking move, girl."
What? He didn't recognize me.
"W-what? Jasper, let me go." Nothing."Jasper please!" My voice was getting louder and I really started struggling. He chuckled darkly and all of a sudden I felt his razor sharp teeth at my throat. I stopped struggling.
"That's right. Let me take what's mine, bitch. Sweet little lamb, you should know better than to venture into the lion's den."
I felt his teeth leave and I heard him take a breath. I did the only thing I could. I screamed as loud as possible. He hissed and let me go, covering his years. I ran.
"You bitch!"
Afraid and disoriented, I ran upstairs instead of outside. Knowing that he was half a second behind me I yelled,
"Jasper please! It's me! It's Bella!" I was sobbing by this point, but I guess what I did worked because he blurred in front of me and his eyes looked a bit more lucid.
"Bella?"
He was starting to come back. My Jasper was starting to come back. I approached him slowly and he didn't do anything.
"Yes, it's me. It's Bella. Remember?" I stopped right in front of him and watched him, waiting.
I saw the moment he realized what had just happened. His eyes widened and he looked horrified.
"I-I-I Bella.." He stuttered.
I smiled at him gently.
"It's ok, Jasper."
His eyes looked haunted and he shook his head vehemently.
"No, no, no it's not!"
He roared a roar so angry and anguished and began to basically tear up the room.
"Jasper! Jasper stop!" I tangled my hand in his locks and pulled with all my might. He seemed to notice and collapsed on the floor. My heart hurt for him. He looked so broken.
"Oh Jasper," I went down to my knees and hugged him. After a moment he hugged me back so tight that it started to hurt but I didn't care.
"I'm sorry Bella. I'm sorry...sorry...sorry," I held and rocked him until he stopped whimpering. What had happened to him? What happened to my Jasper Hale Cullen? We sat there in silence, our arms wrapped around each other I hardly know him since he and I hardly hung out when they were here, but still. I missed him also after they all left.
I cleared my throat and he looked up at me. When I saw his eyes, my heart froze and he looked away, ashamed.
His irises were blood red.
A/N: AT LAST WE HAVE THE INITIAL MEETING! :D
THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ! R&R!
FIC REC'S
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Major Desires by Tamilya-This is a Jasper/Bella fic and obviously I think it's good or else I wouldn't rec it now would I? :p
The Cullen Sutras by Magnolia822-Edward/Bella. It's a yogaward fic and so very hot and heartbreaking and just a bunch of positive adjectives! :D