I want to thank everyone who wrote a review, and doubly thank those who left a request thingy. I will try and get to all of them. Some of your ideas were awesome. Like Jenks; I totally forgot about him.

Anyways, if you like twilight one-shots than I suggest you try my new story, " The fortune cookie challenge", I just posted a new chapter showing off some of Emmetts randomness.

Again, I own nothing at all. Enjoy :)

J. Jenks POV-

I'm not the most desirable man I the world. I'm not always trustworthy and I am known to be a huge liar. I also have a very small wick for my fuse box and I lose my temper really easy. I'm not noble, nor do I care what happens to anybody in the world. I just do my job and make their illegal products. But there is one family that I am forced to care about. I know that I cannot lie to them, nor can I lose my temper. Not only my life, but my wives life as well, depends on my behavior towards this family. Who is this family, you may ask? Well, it's the Cullen's'. Actually, it's more like Mr. Jasper Hale. He's a scary one that one is.

You probably won't believe me, but he has been my client for many, many years and was my old partner's client for fifteen years before he came to me. And in the many years that I have been servicing the Cullen's, Mr. Jasper hasn't aged one bit. Now, you're probably thinking I'm a crazed old man, and that may be true. Mr. Jasper has put all my humanity to the test. He has caused me many sleepless nights, and when I was finally able to sleep, I was awoken by horrible nightmares. These Nightmares remind me of the movie "Dracula". But I know that I see. Now, I have only meet Mr. Jasper and Bella but I notice the resemblance. The both have those abnormal gold eyes and remarkable beauty. Even when Mr. Jasper doesn't say anything to me, I can feel threats just pouring out of his body. You see, he's full of threats. But unlike many people I know, he's all bark and even more bite. Everything has to be perfect, and if it's not. Well, you may as well consider yourself dead.

I remember the day that Mark, Mr. Jaspers' original forger, handed over Mr. Jaspers file. He was telling me about how happy he was that he would never have to see his face again. He said that I always had to call him Mr. Jasper and that I could never ask for additional information about his family. He also told me that he and his wife were going to move all the way to Maine so the Cullen's would never be able to find him. At first I thought those measures were pretty extreme. Mr. Jasper couldn't be that bad. Could he?

Well, after my first meeting with Mr. Jasper I decided that Mark was a pretty smart guy.

I was sitting in my office looking over some paperwork when my assistant called me over the intercom. She said, "Mr. Jenkins, I'm sorry to bother you but Mr. Cullen is here." She sounded pretty nervous. Was that a bad sign? Maybe he was wearing a mask so I couldn't see his face. Or maybe he was covered in menacing tattoos. From what Mark told me, Mr. Jasper was a man of many moods, as long as those moods were bad. Since Mr. Jasper seemed to frighten Mark so harshly, I put his age at at least thirty.

Boy was I shocked when he actually walked into the room. He looked to be twenty at the most. He has blonde curly hair and was wearing a designer plaid shirt and boots. Nothing about him seemed threatening at all. But then again looks can be deceiving.

The first words that Mr. Jasper said to me were, "Where is mark, and who the hell are you?" (Sorry for cussing, it was absolutely necessary ). But he didn't ask the words, nor did he yell them. The words that came out of his mouth were more like a growl; Low and threatening. That growl all but screamed, "mess with me and you will die."

I stammered, "He… he retired a few days ago. I'll be your new provider now. I mean, if that's okay with you Mr. Jasper."

He glared at me for a few dragging seconds. I felt like a racehorse being appraised for a show. Would I be good enough to work for him? Or would I just be killed and disposed of like a ruthless doll?

He then said, "Whatever. It's not my life that's one the line. I honestly could care less who does the work as long as it's done right. Besides, you and I both know what will happen if anything is even a blink from perfect. I assume Mark has told you about my demands, right?"

Again my voice failed me, "Ye…. Yes sir. I know everything. I won't tell anyone anything about you or your family. You have my word. "

"Oh, I know you won't. I would hate to see all your friends and family just….disappear. Well, truth be told I wouldn't lose any sleep over it." Strangely enough Mr. Jasper laughed at his last remark like he had just told the world's funniest joke.

He then began to run off a long list of the things he wanted. He wanted seven birth certificates, driver's licenses and passports and one medical license. I felt wary about giving him a medical license. Someone like Mr. Jasper shouldn't be able to be around the sick and wounded. I may be a total jerk at times, but I do have a heart. But I heeded Marks warnings and filed Mr. Jaspers' requests without any questions.

I remember feeling pure terror when Mr. Jasper started to round our meeting up. He told me, "Remember, say nothing or someone will get hurt. You may think I am being a total ass, but I am just protecting my family. They mean absolutely everything to me and I won't let one unruly man ruin it. I know everything about you. I know where you live, who your wife is and where your children go to school. I don't want you talking about my family, I don't want you researching my family, and I don't even want you thinking about us. Just do your work and pretend that I don't even exist."

He was about to walk out of the room when my loud mouth blurted out, "Hey! What about the money? I demand half now." I was used to getting half before and half after.

He turned around faster than I thought was capable. His eyes had turned from their original eerie gold to a dark and terrifying black. That's where I began to see the inhuman qualities in Mr. Jasper.

"The money? You get the money when I see the papers. You get nothing before and nothing if the papers aren't up to my standards. And by the way, I don't care what you demand. I'm not following any of your rules. I am not a regular customer. And I will be treated with way more respect than the others. Now, I'm going to go. I will be back in three days and I expect everything to be done. And remember, don't discuss anything with anyone. Oh, tell Mark that moving to Maine doesn't change anything. I can still find him if he says anything to anyone. I'm not that easy to get rid of." And with one more glare and a surprising dose of fear, Mr. Jasper was gone.

Three days later Mr. Jasper returned. He just walked straight into my room without even knocking. Just as last time, as soon as he entered my room was full of terror. I don't know how he does it, but it must have to do with those strange eyes and the lack of aging. He walked over to my desk and picked up the pile with his name on it. I was too nervous to say anything but, "Welcome back, Mr. Jasper". He didn't say anything back. He just continued to shuffle through the file, silently inspecting each one.

After a few moments of awkward silence, he turned to me and said, "Good enough. At least you didn't mess up the first time like Mark did."

He turned to walk out the door. I wanted to ask him for the money, but I was afraid of what he would do. As he opened to door he said, "The money is on the plain, unsealed envelope on your desk. I assume that it is enough to satisfy you." He didn't wait for me to check the money, he just walked out.

At first I thought I had just been scammed. There probably was a note in the envelope that said, "Ha-ha loser. You have just been beat". I slowly opened the envelope, skeptical of what I would find. My eyes probably bulged and my mouth was hanging open. Inside the envelope was 400,000 dollars in cash. How much money did the Cullen's have? Obviously a lot if they can just toss away almost half a million dollars.

I hadn't seen Mr. Jasper for over four years after that. And I was surprised to see that Marks observations were true. He hadn't seemed to age at all. He ordered the same exact things and paid the same amount of money. But he never left without reminding me of what would happen if I told anyone anything at all. Over all, I was still terrified of him.

And that terror never went away. I soon grew to expect a visit from Mr. Jasper every four years. But one year all that changed. I was sitting in my office when my assistant called me, "Mr. Jenks, You have a call on line 5". Who could possibly be calling me at this time? I had nothing scheduled for the next three days. I picked up the phone and said, "Hello, Jason Scott speaking. How can I help you?"

I was surprised by what I heard on the other line, "Jenks, its Jasper."

"Oh… Hello Mr. Jasper. What can I do for you?"

"I'm having a family emergency. I won't be able to enforce the work this time." My heart skipped a beat from happiness. No Jasper this year? That would let me sleep more comfortably. "But don't get your hopes up. Someone from my family will still be visiting there and I expect you to treat this person the same as you treat me. Actually, scratch that. Since this person in question is a female, you better treat her a thousand times better. All the same rules apply. And don't think I won't know if you break a rule. I know everything." And with a click, he was gone.

Well forget the whole sleeping thing. I doubt I will even be able to blink without freaking out.

The day I meet young Bella was probably the best day of my life. She was so much pleasant than Mr. Jasper was. She didn't want me to call her anything other than Bella and she even paid more than Jasper. I quickly agreed when she asked if she could take over from Jasper. My life would be so much easier and I may even be able to get off those anxiety pills.

The next three years were the best years I've had since taking over the business. I was able to sleep and be happy. My wife was also a happier person since I was able to relax at home. I knew Bella wouldn't hurt my family.

The day of the Cullen's meeting finally came. But for once I wasn't nervous. I was able to look out my window like any other day. I told my assistant to just send Bella right in when Bella got here.

I heard the door open and then shut quietly. I turned around and said, "Welcome back my dear Bella. How are….." but instead of meeting Bella's calm Carmel eyes, I seen Jaspers dark and angry black ones.

"Did you really think I would let a girl do this? She's way too nice for the job." He said with a taunting smile. Huh? I've never seen him smile. Maybe he's changed. But once again I was hit with the wave of terror, pain and a new one…. Revenge. I probably should have treated Bella… I mean Mrs. Bella, more like a powerful client and less like a friend.

Great. Now I will have to go back to the sleepless nights. I also need to make an appointment with the doctors. I think I need those pills back. I also need to re-check the organ donor's paper. I might as well do one good thing with my life.

Hope you all liked it. It was really fun to write about the other side of Jasper. I'm a sucker for bad guys that will do anything for their family. I will love you foreverz if you write a review. And please check out my other stories :)