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Valerie

It was too much. Way too much. I can't believe Carlisle. Cold, rock-hard skin and lightning fast reflexes. Finding out about shape shifting humans was one thing, but bloodthirsty vampires who sparkle in the sun is just too out there for me to believe. But, maybe I shouldn't be surprised. Should I?

I stare silently at my folded hands. The room has gone eerily quiet. I guess I should expect that. Vampires that can stand still for over a hundred years without being bothered, it can't be possible. Maybe I'm dreaming. I look up. Everyone is still where they were a minute ago. Carlisle looks like he wants to say something, but Esme gently touches his arm. He looks at her and nods. Finally, I summon my courage and decide to speak.

"How can I believe this?" My voice is rough from fear. If they really are vampires, that means they will want to drink my blood, just like Jasper.

"Yes, please don't be frightened. As I said, we are like vegetarians. We won't hurt you," Esme's tawny eyes beg me to understand.

"I-I don't know. Paul said-"

"He's a damn mutt! Don't listen to that bastard," snorts Emmett loudly. The blonde girl, who was introduced to me as Rosalie, quickly punches Emmett's stomach. He doesn't even flinch.

"Werewolves and vampires are natural enemies, but we do our best to remain on friendly terms. And, like I said, we do not drink human blood," Carlisle says. I nod, trying to control my breathing.

"So, what now? Does she have to be turned too?" The brunette, Bella, whines at Carlisle.

"I don't know. I think she's fine for now," Carlisle replies with a tired sigh. Bella looks doubtfully at Edward.

"Turned? You mean like- turn into a vampire?" I ask startled. I see Esme give a sad nod.

"Um no. I can't be. I have to take care of Trevor. Who would pay the bills? He needs me; I can't just-" I stammer hurriedly. The door swings open. Jasper and the tiny girl walk in. Their clothes are stained with flecks of mud and blotches of some deep, red substance that I'd rather not contemplate, but other than that they are both as beautiful as the rest of their family. "Alice, are you okay?" Esme goes over and puts her arm around the pixie-like girl. "Yeah, I'm okay." She glances over at Jasper. "We're okay."

Jasper keeps his eyes down, not looking at me. "Well, we're going to leave you guys alone for a bit…" Edward lets his sentence trail off. He and Bella quietly slip away. Eventually, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Esme, and even Carlisle exit the room. Jasper and I are left in the room alone, awkwardly still. I fidget in my seat.

"Jasper I-" I begin to say.

"I'm so sorry," his silky voice makes my heart beat quicker. I hear him chuckle softly. A strange sense of uneasiness comes over me. "I hate that I make you feel that way," he whispers. I stare at him, his back is to me, and annoyance flares in my mind. "What way?" I ask indignantly. He turns. His face is gorgeous, but he looks sad. "I can hear your heart, and you shouldn't feel that way." His face contorts in misery but quickly resumes its normal, handsomely serene appearance.

"And here I thought that Paul was a jerk," I cross my arms and glare at him. I thought he was nice, but I guess I was mistaken. Suddenly, his face is an inch from mine. His eyes flare angrily.

"Don't say his name." He snarls through gritted teeth. Fine. He wants to act like an obstinate douche bag, I won't put up with it. "I can say his name all I want!" I shout back, closing the distance between us. I put my face up close to him, glaring and hostile. He's stunned by my response and I take advantage of that.

I stand up, face still close to his, and walk to the door. I feel a light, freezing hand grab my arm. "Don't touch me!" I yell without turning around. The hand releases my arm. I stride to the door and fling it open. I race out into the pouring rain. I hear nothing behind me. I get about a yard from the awful white house full of crazy vampires; until I slam into a rock. Or at least it feels like a rock. I glance up from the ground.

Jasper is the 'rock' that I had run into. I am about to let him know what exactly is on my mind, and let me tell you, it's not pleasant, when he bends down. I feel the mud and rain seeping into my clothes. My hands dig into the frozen ground.

"I'm sorry," his expression looks sincere. Another wave of emotion comes over me, and this time it's calm. My worries disappear. He strokes my cheek with his hand and I jerk my head back in surprise. He was being a total asshole a second ago. What happened?

"I'll get better, I promise. I'm just so new at all of these emotions. Especially with a human," he admits. He drops his hand and looks at me sadly.

"Will you forgive me?" I'm numb and cold, but I manage to say, "There's nothing to forgive. I just need to go home to Trevor. Please." My voice trembles. The world starts to shake. No, it's not the world. It's me; I'm shaking. Jasper clutches my face in worry. More calm and security sweeps my body. The rain turns into stinging icicles.

"Come back inside, you can get warm. Just let me help you," he pleads.

I nod, shivering. I feel his arms circle around me. He lifts me as if I were a feather. I feel myself glide across the ground and into the house. But there's something wrong. I'm still shaking, and it's growing worse. I look at Jasper's set jaw. He's talking to someone. He looks worried. I want to tell him not to worry, and that I really do believe what Carlisle said, but I can't. My mouth doesn't want to cooperate with my brain.

I'm set on a flat surface. I feel a pinch somewhere along my arm. Drowsiness sets in. My mind is fogged by what I assume is morphine, but I can't process anything. The last thing I feel before the drug-induced sleep takes over is a pair of freezing lips, gently pressed against my forehead.

Jacob

Paul is totally overreacting. Not that I care. Still, I can't help but feel uneasy about this new girl. Paul hasn't heard from her since the bonfire. When Paul shifted into his wolf form later that night, we all new what had gone down. I wasn't impressed. Neither was anyone else. Paul had had so many girls; it was like a constant strip club going on in his head. But not anymore. He's so different.

"Damn! God damnit!" A plate sails through the air and lands with a crash on the floor. I snarl at Paul. "Stop throwing things! You're the guest here remember?" He huffs at me, but sets down his third plate. "I don't know why I haven't heard from her. I was sure she would've come to me by now! Fuck!" He throws the ceramic plate to the floor. I get up from the couch. "My dad is gonna kill you. Or maybe I will," I grab his hair and yank him to the ground.

"Clean it up," I demand.

"I'm not your bitch," he replies, picking himself up from plate-strewn floor.

"Well you sure are acting like it," I smirk. He throws a bowl at me. I catch it and safely put it on the kitchen table. I look over at the clock above the refrigerator. "Hey, I'm going over to see Reneesme. Tell Sam I'll meet up with you guys later," I stretch and head for the door.

I pause, "Oh, and get the hell out of my house." He rolls his eyes and joins me by the door. Giving him a brotherly shove, we exit.

Valerie

My body is sore. But at least I'm warm. I feel the softness of a blanket surrounding me. It feels as if I've been asleep for a thousand years. My eyes won't open. Or, maybe I just don't want to open them. The encounter with the Cullens comes rushing back to me. I squeeze my eyes closed even tighter.

"Valerie," a sweet, purring voice reaches my ears. A cool hand rests against my cheek. I don't want to open my eyes. I don't want to believe what Carlisle and Paul told me. But there's no point in pretending or ignoring the fact that these Cullens are different. Even the werewolves, I know that I didn't imagine getting saved by that silver wolf, well Paul who was in the form of the silver wolf.

The only thing that I didn't expect is that the vampires have some sort of heightened ability. Carlisle had said that an ability that you are good at during life would be increased when you're a vampire. But only certain vampires get really special 'gifts'. Edward had said that he could read minds. Bella had some sort of shield-like power, Alice could read into the future, and Jasper could control emotions. Unreal. All of this is unreal.

I'd rather stay in my pain-free, stress-free coma thank you very much. But, sadly I can't do that. I have to take care of Trevor. I brace myself and open my eyes.

Bright light makes me blink a couple of times before I abruptly sit up. Someone joins me beside the bed. I look up; my head sways slightly due to the sudden movement. Jasper's golden eyes meet mine. I gasp and quickly look away. He's real. So it's true. Everything that I was told is true. Why… how is it possible?

"Are you okay?" His voice is tinged with sadness and worry.

"I think so. My head feels like it just went through the rinse cycle of a washing machine. What happened?" Great, my voice sounds like my throat went through a cheese-grater. He chuckles. "You went into shock." He pauses, and then adds, "And the cold didn't help. You were practically blue." He looks at me mournfully. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Valerie. I didn't want to have to drag you into this. I thought that I could control myself and keep my distance… but I can't." He bends down, putting his hand on the wall above the bed. I breathe shallowly as he leans in closer.

The odd feeling of a wave washing over me makes my emotion turn into an unnatural calm feeling. It must be his special 'gift' thing. Jasper's face is so close to mine. My heart beats wildly in my chest. We are an inch apart. I lean closer, wanting to reach him. My body calls out for him. His eyes gaze into mine. I am lost in his golden eyes. He leans even closer, tilting my face up to his. My lips begin to yearn for the touch of his. The door bangs open. Jasper looks up, eyes narrowed and annoyed. Jacob stands, eyes wide, in the doorway.

"Damn…." He breathes. "Paul is gonna kill you," he shakes his head. Jasper emits a low, feral growl.

"I know."

Alice

It hurts. I haven't felt pain for over a hundred years, yet, now I finally feel it again. I still love Jasper. I thought that we were perfect for each other. Why wasn't I able to see this girl? Edward can't read her thoughts, and I can't see her future. But somehow Jasper's powers work on her. She's so different from other humans. But I can't seem to find it in me to hate her. I guess I just want Jasper to be happy. Soul mates can't be broken apart. When will I find mine?

"How did this happen." Jacob asks bluntly, lazily sitting on the couch beside a dozing Reneesme. "I don't know," I reply, shooting him an unhappy glare. "It's not my fault so quit asking me." He shakes his head. "This could start something bad y'know." "Of course I know that Jacob!" I snap. "Is Bella jealous?" Jacob's question makes me stop. "I'm not sure," I hesitate. "I think that if she was still human she might be jealous, but I think right now she's just angry that Jasper and I aren't soul mates." I finish with a depressed sigh.

"Are you guys gonna turn her? 'Cuz I think Sam won't be happy if you do… and Paul will definitely kick your asses if she turns into a bloodsuck- I mean vampire," Jacob points out. Damn he's annoying. "I don't know Jacob! Gosh! Quit asking already," I shout, I feel my composure caving in. I just want Jasper back. Is that too much to ask for? He rolls his eyes and looks fondly at Renessme. She's curled up beside him, sleeping peacefully.

"I walked in on them. They were about to kiss," Jacob continues talking, ignoring the glares of annoyance that I send him. "Listen, I just want them to be happy, okay? It was bound to happen." I say, hoping it'll make him be quiet. It does. He turns back to looking out the window.

Seth and Leah burst through the door. Leah looks uncomfortable as usual. Seth just looks eager to see everyone. Instantly my vision enters a blind spot. I can't see into the future any more. Stupid werewolves.

"Hey," he nods at me. His eyes reveal his pity for me.

"Jake, Paul is coming. He says that the vampires took Valerie. It's going to be bad." Leah interjects, getting right to the point.

"Hell. I'll go talk to him." Turning to me, Jacob says, "You'd better get out of the house, and take that girl with you." "I have a name you know," a small voice cuts in. She's there. Standing by the top of the stairs. I hadn't noticed her. "I should leave anyway," she adds. She looks fragile. I could probably snap her neck in less than a second. But I couldn't do that to Jasper.

She steps lightly down the stairs. She looks tired and worn out. "We can't let you leave Valerie," I hear my chiming voice call out to her. She pauses, halfway between Leah and Seth. "I don't want to cause trouble," she looks calm, almost as if she expected me to stop her. Jasper comes down the stairs swiftly. "Please don't go," his voice, stained with traces of a southern accent, sounds desperate. My chest clenches in sadness.

"I need to go to Trevor," she says calmly, backing out of Jasper's reach. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Leah twitch. Strange. Does she know Valerie's brother? Everyone stays in his or her place while Valerie quietly slips through the door. Jasper looks like he wants to go after her. I gently take his hands. "She'll be back," I say. He looks at me sadly. "Will she?" I let my mind relax. Foggy images push their way into my head. I see a small blind patch in Jasper's future. That's Valerie. "Yes." I reply. Jasper looks relieved.

I hear pounding strides, coming from about a mile away. We all tense. Jacob shakes his head, gets up easily from the couch, and heads out the door. A howl splits through the early day. Another snarl reaches my ears. Panting and with the sudden smell of foul wet dog, Paul has arrived. He crashes into the room in his wolf form. Snarling and panting, he heads for Jasper. Jasper crouches and growls. Before anyone can stop them, they collide in a frenzy of claws and fangs.

"Valerie!" A call, from at least a yard away, makes them stop. "Valerie where are you?" We all look at each other. Leah's eyes light up in a way that I've never seen before. Jasper and Paul are centimeters from each other, both ready to attack again. Labored breathing and footsteps. Trevor, Valerie's brother, enters the room.

Valerie

Instead of going home I gradually make my way toward the sea. I need to think before I go back to Trevor. How can I explain this to him? I'm relieved that no one has followed me. I reach a cliff. The salty air blows my hair in every direction. The sun feels nice against my skin. I see the glistening water and wish I could reach the warm strip of beach below the cliff. Maybe I can.

I walk to the edge and sit. Slowly, I slide down onto a ledge. I can see a safe way down. I put my foot on a rock. I easily make it to the second outcrop of rocks. There are only another two stories to go. I gulp and extend my foot onto a flat, sturdy looking piece of slate. Well, it turns out to be not so sturdy. My feet slip from under me. I tumble down, scrapping my hands and legs on sharp bits of rock.

Surprisingly enough, I don't scream. I cover my head with my hands as I crash down the cliff. Something hard hits me in my side. I gasp in pain but keep falling.

I land with a thud on the sun-baked sand. Not dead. I breathe in the air. I can still feel the sun. So, I'm either in heaven or I'm alive. A shadow blocks the sun. I frown and blink open my eyes.

A beautiful woman stands over me. Hm, I don't recall ever having had dreams about women, maybe my conscious is trying to tell me something. Or, maybe I really am alive.

She smiles down at me. Her ankle length dress flows and billows in the wind. Her crisp, wavy blonde air is piled lightly atop her head. Her skin sparkles in the sunlight. Her red eyes are the only imperfection. I shudder. She smiles a blinding smile, revealing white teeth. Stray strands of hair flutter lazily around her pale, shimmering shoulders. She leans toward me with a chiming laugh.

"Hello, you must be Valerie. I've been looking for you."

End of Chapter 4! Well, did you like it? Who is this mysterious new woman? What does she want with Valerie?

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