A/N: My apologies for not updating when I said I would. I'll probably rant a little bit about that in the note at the bottom, just a fair warning.

Speaking of warnings: Part Two is purely Alice&Jasper and Rosalie&Emmett. Absolutely no Edward&Bella.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to the crazygood Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing with them =]

Chapter Nine, Part Two: Born to Be Wild

APOV

I lazily traced circles on my stomach. James had just dropped me off at my cabin after our date; he said he had something to take care of. My heart fluttered and I was so giddy whenever I thought about him. My summer romance was turning out to be something to remember. He was amazing in so many different ways- he got along with my family, he was smart, and he loved my spirit. That usually annoyed most people my age, that was why I didn't have too many friends at school. Just a select few, and Bella of course.

Our physical relationship was progressing wonderfully- just today, I let him touch me where no guy has touched me before. I knew he was enjoying it because I felt his response, and that just made me feel incredibly good. I could put him in that state. I'm glad that it was good for him. And for me…well, it wasn't exactly what I had imagined, but it wasn't bad either. His hands were rougher than I would've liked for the first time a man grabbed my breasts. They felt a bit tender now, but I didn't let that faze me. This, with James, was a good thing.

But that didn't help ease my guilt.

Because now, as I laid on my bed, I was wondering what another man's hands would feel like. One particular other blue-eyed, blond man. Jasper was so calm and relaxed, I wondered if that's how he would be as a lover, too. Would he be gentle? Would he whisper sweet nothings in my ear like I had hoped James would do?

I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts. I was with James, and I hardly knew Jasper. Sure, I'd love to get to know him, but I wasn't sure what would happen after that. Though, admittedly, I didn't really care. My curiosity to know Jasper was too great. His eyes were calm and beautiful, but left something to be desired. They gave a glimpse into him, but I couldn't make out just what made Jasper…Jasper.

I threw my legs over the side of my bed, too energized to just lay here. My date with James really got my adrenaline rushing and my endorphins racing in my veins. I pushed my feet into my sandals, looked into the mirror to make sure I looked presentable, and was out the door before I could really get a good look at myself.

I started on the path that would take me back to the main house. Maybe there would be someone there to play with, or better yet, maybe I could find Mattie again. We had a blast this afternoon at arts and crafts with Bella. I wasn't sure where she disappeared to, but I figured I'd just ask her at dinner. She had been acting strange lately. She went off on her own after breakfast, and today, she missed lunch. When I asked her where she had been, she made up some story about a nap causing her to lose track of time. I saw through her lie immediately, but she stuck with that story. I let it go just this once, but I certainly didn't forget. I'd find out what was going out eventually.

I was about halfway to the main house when I heard footsteps just ahead of me, getting closer and closer. Probably just someone going to freshen up before dinner. I hope I didn't 'loose track of time' at the main house, I really wanted to show off a new dress that night at dinner. I had a feeling that James would enjoy it.

I nearly did a Bella when I saw who was really coming towards me. I would recognize that honey blond hair anywhere.

"Jasper?" He looked up from the book he was reading and gave me a big smile.

"Alice, it's nice to see you. How are you?" He was still smiling as he said this, and I couldn't help but internally swoon. I gave him my own flirtatious smile. His smile faded and was replaced by a tightly-formed line.

"I've been great. How about yourself?" I asked coyly. I wasn't sure why I was flirting with him, but I couldn't help myself. He was so gorgeous.

"I've been alright myself, ma'am," he replied with his drawl. He really knew when to turn on the charm.

"I'm glad to hear that. How's work?" I mentally kicked myself. I was asking him about his job where I was technically his boss? How stupid could I get?

To my relief, he chuckled.

"Work is fine. I mean, as long as the guests are good, then the employees are good," he joked. I laughed nervously, still embarrassed.

"I see. So...what are you reading?" I gestured to the book in his hand. He held it up so I could see the cover.

"Ah. Tolstoy. You enjoy Russian literature?"

"Not particularly, but I do love a good book about war. How about you? Do you like to read?"

I wrinkled my nose.

"It's really more Bella's thing, but she's a big influence. I got my love of the classics from her," I explained. He nodded.

"Which is your favorite?"

"I'd have to say Emma by Jane Austen. Most people hate Emma, but I find her amusing. She's not as bad as everyone thinks she is. She's just enthusiastic, is all." His casual smile turned into a laugh, and I was flabbergasted. Had I said something funny? Was there something on my face? I brought my hands up to my face to feel for something, when he grabbed my wrist to stop me. I tried not to gasp at the feeling of his skin on mine.

"No, you misunderstood. It's just that, well I was thinking that you sort of reminded me of Emma," he clarified. I frowned in confusion.

"I do?"

"Yes. You said she's enthusiastic. Well, so are you. You're very much full of life. That's a good thing, don't ever lose that," he said seriously. I giggled and nodded.

"So, Miss Swan, where are you headin' to?" he asked, holding his arm out for me. I took it with trepidation, not really knowing where this was going.

"I got bored all alone in my cabin. I thought maybe I'd go and see if there was anything to do at the main house," I told him.

"Well, Rosalie, my sister, is teaching a salsa class in the gazebo. Would you like to go to that?"

I contemplated my answer before saying anything. That did sound like fun, but talking with Jasper was nice. I wasn't sure if I wanted to stop.

"Actually, do you think we could just take a walk? I like talking to you," I said, not at all shy. I was never one to hold back.

"Sure. I could never deny a pretty lady," he said, his drawl seeping back into his voice. I don't know how he did that- let it come out at the most perfect times. I looked up at him, and he winked. I sighed, knowing I would probably follow Jasper wherever he led.

And that scared me.

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JPOV

I was in way over my head here. It felt natural to be myself around Alice, but like Edward said about Bella, she was a guest, she was off limits. Right. Hypocrite. Rosalie told me what Edward told her about his true feelings for Bella. To be honest, I was slightly ticked that he had scrutinized my personal relationship with Bella just because she was a guest, and there he goes, falling for her. But then, I wasn't that mad. Rosalie was right, Bella would be good for Edward. He needed something like this. He beat himself up way too much, and Bella would be more than willing to help him see himself clearly.

But I also agreed when Rosalie told me how she had responded- a warning. A warning to not fuck with her, or else Rose would beat the shit out of Edward, and I had no doubt that that threat was backed up. Rose could be terrifying when she wanted to be. If Edward hurt Bella, I'd have to kick his ass, too. Bella had become a close friend of mine and Rosalie's, and I'd be damned if Edward ruined the best thing to happen to the three of us in a long time.

"Where are you taking me?" the tiny woman on my arms asked me curiously. I grinned.

"A small clearing in the woods. It's very private, I think you'd like it." She smiled and bounced with glee. I patted her hand to calm her down. She really was something else.

We reached the clearing in no time. I led her to the center where an old, fallen tree laid on the ground. We sat down next to each other silently, all of a sudden not sure what to say.

"So…have you decided what you're going to do with Victoria yet?" she asked me with a sly grin on her face. I'm sure mine displayed the confusion I felt.

"Victoria?"

"Yes, I know about her. Bella told me. It's okay, you don't have to lie. You two would be…cute together," she went on, with a slight grimace.

"What exactly did Bella tell you?" I asked.

"Oh she just told me that you told her that you have a thing for a certain redhead," she said, all giggly and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. I chuckled and patted her hands on her lap.

"Yes, well I think there was a misunderstanding. I don't now nor will I ever 'have a thing' for Victoria," I snorted her name. If I wanted something that had been around the block that many times, I'd call a mail man, but I didn't say that out loud. Esme taught Edward and I to be gentlemen, whether or not the woman deserved it.

"Oh. Well is there anyone else here who has caught your eye?"

I wasn't sure how to reply. Oh yes, something had definitely caught my eye, and she was sitting right next to me. But how would she take it if I just told her, right here, right now? She was with James; that much was clear. No matter how much Bella and I didn't want her to be, she was. Bella obviously wasn't doing too much to stop it because they were still together. So maybe…I could take it into my hands now. Take her from James…get him back for what he did to Rose.

No. I couldn't do that to Alice. She was a person, not a tool for revenge.

But what if…what if I wasn't just doing this for revenge? What if that was just a bonus? What if…I really did want Alice to myself? I almost scoffed. There was not 'what if' about it. I did want Alice. And if Edward could get what he wanted, no matter how forbidden, then I'll be damned if I couldn't do the same.

I decided to play with her a little bit.

"Yes. I've seen something that I like," I answered, leaving plenty of room for questions.

She took the bait.

"Ooh really? Who is she? What's her name?" she asked, bouncing again with enthusiasm. I placed my hand on her clasped hands again, with a little force, and she calmed down. Her hands were so small, they both fit in one of mine.

"I don't think you know her," I said, smirking. She pouted, and I found myself regretting my answer. Those big grey eyes could make me spill out my deepest secrets.

"Her name is Ali," I amended, and her face lit up. She either didn't notice or forgot that Ali was a popular nickname for Alice or Alison.

"Oh, is she a part of the staff as well?"

"Not exactly," I answered reluctantly. I wished she hadn't asked that question; that might've given me away.

"Is she…pretty?" she asked tentatively. I wanted so badly to tell her that her insecurities were foolish, that even if I were talking about another woman, no one's beauty could even hold a candle to hers.

I settled instead for the complete, absolute truth. I tore my gaze from the forest floor to her warm, grey eyes and said, "She's beautiful."

Alice was obviously not in her best formation today because her expression turned dejected for a second, before it went back to neutral. Well, neutral for her was a giant smile and excited eyes, but I detected the disappointment in her face.

"That's good. You deserve someone pretty," she said, in a voice tinged with sadness. I half-smiled.

"Thank you ma'am," I said, my accent creeping into my words. She blushed and looked down. Swan women and their blushes.

"You're welcome," she whispered. I stood up suddenly and held my hand out for her to take.

"Unfortunately, I must get back to work. I believe dinner is starting soon," I said. She nodded and we walked out of the clearing, both lost in our thoughts.

I was in way over my head here.

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RPOV

I groaned into my pillow, begging for the morning sickness to end. Why do they call it morning sickness if it lasts the entire damn day? I hadn't been able to keep anything down for weeks. I was getting tired of it. The only thing that consoled me was the fact that I'd no longer be pregnant in a few days; even if I shuddered to think about the actual procedure. Dear God how I wished I could keep it. My baby, I thought as I wrapped my arms around my abdomen.

A fist pounding on my door disturbed me from my musings.

"Go away!" I moaned, but it was muffled by my pillow.

"Come on, Rose, I know you're in there!" I heard Emmett's voice yell. Instantly my mood brightened and I got out of bed as fast as I could without getting dizzy. I pulled the door open and was lifted into a bone crushing bear-hug.

"Emmett! Put me down!" I laughed. He placed me on my feet and pulled away, grinning sheepishly.

"Sorry, Rose. I guess I kinda forget about your…condition," he said, that dimply grin still on his face.

"It's okay. The little…um, embryo doesn't like it so much," I said, flinching at my slip-up. In my head, I had taken to calling the baby 'the little one', even though an embryo was all it would ever be.

"Yeah. So uh, Thursday right?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. I nodded in confirmation.

"Would you like to come inside?"

"Sure," he said. I walked in first and held the door for him, gesturing for him to come in. He walked in through the threshold, and I had to hold back a laugh. He was a giant, and this room definitely wasn't much in terms of size.

"What were you doing before I got here?" he asked, taking a seat on a chair besides my bed. I sat down on my bed, facing him.

"Oh, you know just…trying to ward off the nausea bugs," I joked lightly. He chuckled lightly, his eyes darting around my room. His eyes focused on a particular spot on the wall, and I turned around, trying to find what he was staring at.

"You've been to Paris?" he said, pointing to the poster on the east wall advertising the Russian Ballet in Paris. I smiled wistfully.

"Yes. My aunt and uncle surprised us when we were fifteen. We took a vacation to France and one night, they surprised me again with tickets to the Russian Ballet. I went with my aunt Esme. It was amazing," I sighed, feeling the bliss of that night return to my body, making my fingertips tingle. I looked at him and he was looking at me in wonder.

"You were happy that night," he said, grinning. I nodded my head profusely.

"I was," I agreed.

"I'd like to see you that happy again Rose," he said sincerely. I smiled sadly at him, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

"I'd like to be that happy again."

He nodded and leaned back in his chair. I had already told him everything that happened in Forks, and everything about my life with my aunt, uncle, brother, and cousin. He asked me why I didn't just leave Edward and Jazz and go back to Forks to finish high school. I shook my head, doubting that he would understand. Esme and Carlisle may have been family, but Edward and Jazz were family as well. I had already made my decision to follow Edward, as did Jazz, and I would just have to live with it. I would never leave those two; they were my support system.

"Um, so how's your day so far?" I asked, breaking the tension.

"It's been alright, better now that I'm with you," he said, his dimples giving away his smile. I giggled and shook my head.

"Really, Emmett? I thought you were cleverer than that," I said snootily. He grinned roguishly.

"Oh, I am, Rose," he assured me huskily. Words failed me at that moment. Emmett was really a piece of work if he could render me, Rosalie Hale, speechless. I arched an eyebrow at him and leaned back, my hands holding me up.

"Hmm, I might need convincing of that," I said flirtatiously. He tried to play it off, but I saw him gulp. His hand tugged at his collar. I glanced at my alarm clock, aware that my time with him was limited. I had fifteen minutes before I had to be at a lesson.

"Don't worry, I'll convince you so that you never have any doubts again," his voice brought my eyes back to him. I turned them on, full force. God wouldn't have given me violets for eyes if he didn't want me to use them. He squirmed in his seat within five seconds. I smirked triumphantly.

"Sure you will. If you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for a lesson," I motioned for him to leave, even though I wanted him to stay. For the afternoon, for the night.

Forever.

"Oh, alright. Have fun at your lesson. If you start to feel bad, say something, alright?" he ordered sternly.

"Yes sir," I said, saluting. He grinned and leaned down to peck me on the cheek.

"I'll see you later?"

"Yes, I imagine Edward and Jasper will drag me to dinner," I winked. He smiled and let himself out of my cabin. I laid back down on my bed, tired all of a sudden.

Emmett was great. He didn't run away screaming when I told him about my pregnancy with another man. On the contrary, we became closer. He worried about me, always asking me how I was doing and offering to do anything for me. I smiled. I loved the attention, especially from him. I wasn't sure what exactly our relationship was; friendship didn't seem adequate. I was sure he had feelings for me that went beyond friendly. I was more than positive he was attracted to me; what sane man wouldn't be? With the exception of Edward and Jasper, every man I had come across since I turned twelve did a double take when they saw me. Emmett was no different. I had always used my beauty to get me whatever I wanted. It especially came in handy over the past few years.

And now look at where it's gotten you, a tiny voice in my head sneered. I sighed, knowing it was right. Maybe it was a sin to be this beautiful; or maybe the sin was vanity. I was being punished for one of the capital sins by perhaps the worst form of torture, in my opinion. Being teased with something I've always wanted, but having to refuse it. Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought that. Normally I would've just taken it, but my hormones were going crazy recently.

I pushed myself off of my bed, wandering over to my dresser and picking out jazz pants and a tank top. Thankfully my belly hadn't started to grow yet so I was able to fit in my dance clothes. I quickly got ready for the lesson, putting my hair up in a tight bun. Mr. Beaumont never liked it when I was late.

A/N: Hmm, so will Rose go through with the abortion? Probably. Haha, didn't mean to be snarky or anything, but that's the way the movie goes. F0shizzle. Anyways, I was going to update yesterday but DAMNIT. I had some last minute homework to take care of, which was really fcking ridiculous. It killed my Monday afternoon/evening. It took a lot longer than I anticipated, only because there was like...nothing in the textbook. Rawr. Anyway, yes, part two is really short, but it was really more of an update on what these four were doing. Either way, I'm liking how Alice&Jasper's relationship is progressing. Rosalie&Emmett aren't moving forward too much, only because Rosalie is more concerned with the 'embryo' than much else. I'm trying to stay as true as possible to the characters and remember, Rosalie is self-absorbed. She's the one who resents the vamp lifestyle the most, and here, she resents the on-the-run lifestyle, even though she chose to follow Edward, no matter the consequences.

I'm not sure when I'll next update. I'm back to school tomorrow(haha HOORAY FOR FIVE DAY WEEKENDS! It snowed so school was canceled today) and I don't know if I'll have time this week. Most likely this weekend. Crowley next? Hmm, we'll see.

Review if you prefer 'the little one' to 'the embryo'! =[