Glass Walls Chapter 3: GLASS, a twilight fanfic

Yay! Third chapter...done in Jazzy's POV!! woot~!
Kay so I don't own Twilight except in book form x3 and as such none of the characters are mine except I think me and Steph sort of get to split Bella xP The plot is 100% mine though and don't you forget it! Dx
Now onto the story!

I was early to school, wanting to be alone for a little while and away from everyone elses emotions for once. It had hurt Alice come but she understood why and knew we'd be together soon so she let me go. Normally I would have just gone for a run in the forest but instead I was called to the small campus; deserted in this early hour. Leaning against the trunk of the car easily as I revelled in only having to feel my own emotions for once I just allowed myself to be lost inmy thoughts until a loud roaring sound nearly burst my ear drums and the car still being many miles off. I watched the distance, wondering if I should leave in case I lost it with no one around to stop me but stayed instead, wanting to see who it was that owned such a loud vehicle.

The new student maybe?

I'd never heard this engine before after all and no one had been talking abotu getting a new one or fixing one up so I could only assume it was the rumored secret daughter of our resident chief of police, Charlie Swan. What was her name again? Isabella Swan? Yeah, that was it. Nice name but to me it just meant another human's blood I would have to resist for seven hours, five days a week; excluding sunny days of course though those were rare here.

After her truck what reached me was the music literally blasting even for human ears of which, luckily, there were none around. Unluckily was what I felt next. Or rather, what I felt through her.

Pain.

Depression.

Despair.

Immense emotinos, os strongly mixed together I couldn't help but cry out before ducking into my car before she noticed me. I gripped the steering wheel, bending the metal to my hands and I clenched it, gritting my teeth against the unbearble pain flooding my body. The only thing I could compare it to was if I sat down next to a changing vampire and tortured them while they went through it....time about ten. It didn't seem possible for a little human to bear so much pain as this. It didn't seem possible for ANYONE to endure this level of sadness. Hell, I'd seen people cut and kill themselves for pains that didn't even come close to comparing with a half of this girl's burdens.

As I sat there, I realized she too hadn't left her car and shuddered as the volume lowered some so that humans outside might not pick it up but I could hear the clinking of piano keys as clear as if I was in the car with her.

'One night to you Lasted six weeks for me Just a bitter little pill now Just to try to go to sleep-
No more waking up to innocence Say hello to hesitance To everyone I meet-
Thanks to you years ago I guess I'll never know What love means to me but oh I'll keep on rolling down this road But I've got a bad, bad feeling...'

I listened intently to the lyrcis, picking out an unclear sound among them and realized it was the girl, Isabella, singing along. Her voice was sweet and clear, alebit a bit broken from the grief I could feel coming off of her like a tsunami, but melodic nonetheless that I found myself sitting back in my seat and closing my eyes, just concentrating on the sounds coming from her monsterous truck.

'It's gonna take a long time to love It's gonna take a lot to hold on It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah-
Left in the pieces that you broke me into Torn apart but now I've got to Keep on rolling like a stone Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy'

Her emotions intensified but I ignored the pain as I let her angel's voice sing to me and lull me into a calm I hadn't felt around a human since before I joined the army even as a human. It had been too long I noted. Unable to act as naturally as the rest of my family because of everything I felt and how new I was to their lifestyle, it was the first moment in maybe centuries that I'd been able to let my complete guard down around someone. Even if they didn't know it.

'Left my childhood behind In a roll away bed-
Everything was so damn simple Now I'm losing my head-
Trying to cover up the damage And pad out all the bruises Do you know I had it So it didn't hurt to lose it-
Didn't hurt to lose it-
No but oh I'll keep on rolling down this road But I've got a bad, bad feeling'

My dead heart ached for the female in the truck singing along to such a depressing song. The pop artist just had writers on staff to sing these things, but the girl, this girl- it meant so much more. I found myself wanting to talk to her, approach her, find out why she was so sad and delve into her mysterious past. I wanted to get to know her, not just the obviously morose parts, but the gentler parts that she surely must have had at some point in her life. I wanted to know everything about her. Feelings weren't enough, I wish I was a mind reader and I could look inside her head and uncover everything from a safe distance.

What broke her? Why was she here out of the blue? My questions piled up unanswered as they would probably remain for eternity. It was too dangerous to get close to her, even approach her. I could accidentally attack her. I might kill her, or turn her. Worst of all, it would undoubtedly add to the scars she seemed to carry heavily upon her heart and for some reason that thought aboslutely crushed me.

'Now I'm numb as hell and I can't feel a thing But don't worry about regret or guilt cause I never knew your name I just want to thank you Thank you From the bottom of my heart For all the sleepless nights And for tearing me apart yeah yeah'

Yes. That's exactly what would happen to her if I got too close to her. What if she had her own accident that left her bleeding. I wouldn't be able to control myself and I would rip her to shreads. Or if by some miracle of god, my family stopped me, she would be haunted forever in nightmares starring me as the villain. And for some reason, the thought of her being haunted by me, in addition to the weight she carried with her, was just too much bare.

'It's gonna take a long time to love It's gonna take a lot to hold on It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah -
Left in the pieces that you broke me into Torn apart but now I've got to Keep on rolling like a stone Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy'

'It's gonna take a long time to love It's gonna take a lot to hold on It's gonna be a long long long long way to happy, yeah -
Left in the pieces that you broke me into Torn apart but now I've got to Keep on rolling like a stone Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy...'

Finally the song ended and I sighed, relaxing and releasing my tensed muscles. I could just make out the sound of her soft voice continuing the last line of the song a few more times and I savored the solo sound of her perfect soprano voice, storing it in my memory to bring up when I began to feel particlarly unhappy. I don't know if it was some sadistic thought on my part that I wanted to keep the proof that there was someone out there who felt worse than I did- to cheer me up, or if I just liked the sound of her heartbreakingly beautiful voice in any manner. Then again, I'd only heard it singing the one song. Maybe that was enough for me.

No, came my answering thought quickly. I wanted much more. I wanted her to keep talking so I could listen to the lilt of her voice all day. I wanted to sit next to hear and hear her up close. I didn't get cold as a vampire, but at the thought of sitting in such close proximity with her by my side I felt myself shiver in a not wholly unpleasant manner.

Gradually though, I could hear her sobs, great screaming sounds that shook me at the foundation as I doubled over in agony. How someone in this much pain even attempted to attend school I had no idea. There was no way she could do it without drawing the attention of everybody on campus. It seemed impossible. It had to be impossible.

Slowly, as I watched the minutes slowly trickling by -since when had time taken so long to pass?- on my radio I heard the ebb in her cries as she controlled herself once more. Watching her, I was mesmerized by her face even through the dirty truck window and felt something stir inside of me that I forcefully beat back and not just for the dangers it posed to her this time. I had a wife after all- a loving, caring, sweet, beautiful wife that I'd been married to for decades now. More importantly, my wife was a PSYCHIC. I cold not be thinking about these things. Especially when her brother -and mine too I suppose- could read minds as well. No, far too dangerous.

Then a more disturbing thought crossed my mind.

Exactly how much did I feel for this girl if I was thinking in ways of long term threats to a so far, non-existent relationship.

So far?

What's wrong with me? Get a hold of yourself Jazz I calmed myself. Just don't think about her I told myself firmly.

Ha, much easier said then done, my other half rebuked. Okay, there HAD to be something wrong with me if I was arguing with myself already about some random human with a heavy heart and good voice that calmed me down. I hadn't even talked to her yet. Again with the yet! As if I will! Which...I probably...most likely...will. Anyways, still, here I sat in my car like a creepy stalker listening to some sad girl sing and cry by herself before school started.

Pathetic.

Me I mean, not her.

I watched her and decided maybe I should practice my self control a bit more. She was only one human, it couldn't be that overpowering now could it? Well, I certainly hoped not. Rolling down the window to my car I let the wind carry in the scents as I took a deep breath, nearly tasting her on my mouth. Only, there was a problem. Not a I-would-leap-from-this-car-any-second-to-drain-her-dry-because-she-smelt-so-good kind of problem but more of a she-smelt-so-delicios-in-another-way-that-I-wanted-to-go-closer-and-make-sure-it-was-her. There was no way a human could smell so delectable but not have me salivating after them.

Instead, when her scent reached my mouth I got the sense of the drugs they would lsip into us during battle when we were being fixed up in the tents so we wouldn't feel as much. It was like morphine, just setting my whole body alight and buzzing with a soft warmth so that I felt nothing but a hazy sense of safety and painless euphoria. My god, I was comparing this woman to a drug. But really, that's exactly what it was like. A drug. The second I smelt her I drew in another ragged breath just to get that same high feeling again.

No, she didn't smell like the drug or anything, which I have smelt and it's done nothing like this to me before, but she had her own unique scent about her. First was strawberries, a shampoo or lotion I would bet, then fresisas- body spray? Or did she have the flowrs in her home? But before she smelt too sweet there was a faintly woody scent about her, a little salty, like she spent a lot of time outdoors by a beach or excersizing in the woods. It almost seemed as if when you smelled her, you WERE outside; in a forest of lush wildlife with animals and rare flowers and natural springs. The perfect place to hunt; and yet again, strangely- I did not want to eat her. Instead I sat in my car, taking deep breaths every chance I got if only to take in her scent and simply BE.

Now, without her being as much of a threat for breaking our family's self imposed diet the need to be closer to her grew even stronger with every passing minute we were left alone in the suddenly vast parking lot. Confidence sprung up in me at the thought that maybe I could approach her now without ripping her throat out but I worried maybe it was the distance doing this to me though it seemed a feeble excuse to cover up my fears.

It was still too soon to show myself to her though, I knew nothing about her and she likewise. Maybe once school started up I could bump into her in the hallways or something. Even if she didn't see me though, I would stay close if only to be able to get that feeling once more as I inhaled deeply to remind my body why I wanted to approach her. I moved quickly, I could track her to every one of her classrooms and stay out of sight if only so I could be by her side longer. My family would think it strange but I was already past the point of caring. It was like I was a long time junkie who needed their fix. Only then, nad things happened to my imagination. With every step I drew closer, I would want more until her scent wasn't enough when it filled me. I'd slowly graduate to touching, just a quick grasp or brush in the halls when she couldn't notice. Then, if that wasn't enough though my mind was filled with hot, vivid scenes of much more intimate acts. This girl put me at ease and turbodrive at almost the same time and the ride was exhilirating. They didn't make drugs like this oh no, or the whole world would be in trouble. Instead, I was the lucky one to feel this buzz. I inhaled her scnet again and held it in this time, letting the tingling sensation spread slowly throughout my body.

It was like a slow, languid dance filling my empty veins with new energy that fired off every neuron in my body until they shorted and left me in this cloud of absolute bliss; completely unfeeling. How wonderful it would be to stay here like this forever. It was a quick addiction to her, I couldn't get enough and I was nearly hyperventilating in the confines of my car as I tried to breathe her in completely. There was no question about it any longer though, I would have to approach this girl, get close to her, get to know her. I could solve the many mysterious questions surrounding her while I was hooked. Already, I craved her. Not just her blood but her body. Everything about her I wanted simply to devour in the most carnal ways. I could see it in my mind, painted so brightly with splashes of color and tinged with the exciting dull electric blade feeling I got off her scent.

Breath mingling, kisses raining, limbs entwining, throats tightening, sweet pain diffusing- the rush and soft let down as I took her all in. It wasn't on a vampiric need that I wanted her. No. I was a man and she was a woman. What I wanted was not just her blood but everything. I wanted her touch...all over my body. I wanted her breath...trailing over me. I wanted her skin against my skin, lips against my lips, moving down my chest. I should have been embarrased about these wild fantasies but I just wasn't. Despite how purely human these urges were, they'd take over my body in the seconds I'd dared to let her scent fill me. Now, those scenes were nearly all I could see. More importantly, I wanted her whole body to myself to horde and keep as a sacred treasure that outranked god himself in my eyes. With our passion consummated in my head I could see the wild tangle of bedsheets around us, the thin blanket thrown outside deep in the cover of trees, the white tile countertop wiped clean of utensils, the couch cushions being imprinted with our body shape, closet doors shaking with the secrets within as the shelf contents rainded down on us obliviously.

My whole body grew hot just thinking about it and I could smell my own arousal thick in the air. Just what was I doing here? Having sex fantasies about a girl I'd already so quickly assimilated to a drug that I'd yet to even talk to. tHat last part would change though. I craved her, needed her. We'd never met and I wanted more fiercely than I did blood after a month of fasting. I wasn't even sure I could control myself in school without finding some way to get her out class and spiriting her away. One thing surfaced in my mind though that might be a kink in my plans.

Alice.

How did one explain to his wife that he was suddenly addicted to the scent of a human but he did not want to drink from her only be close to her. Was that even possible? Probably not. Fixing my wife in mind I barely managed to roll up the windows to my car -when had I put all four down?- and try to think of something less...sexually based.

I allowed my thoughts to wander again and this time they were around something different as I remembered an Italian phrase we vampires used for the one irresistible human to us: 'La tua cantante' - our blood singers. Now, Isabella wasn't like that but it was definitely something more. Toying with the phrase in mymind for a bit with what I knew of the language I grinned as I hit upon the perfect name for her. It was a bit unorthodox and might not make sense to others but it fit her perfectly the more I thought about it; rolling it over in my head. Yes, Isabella Swan, mysterious student with a tragic background of some kind that I ached to explore, had become a drug to a dangerous vampire just acorss the parking lot. Why? Simple.

She was my: 'La tua droga'

Literally, my addiction.

Gosh I'm so dang proud of myself for this story -tear- lol but yeah, review and tell me how you like it so far and what could be improved.

Yeah I don't know what happened really in this chapter though, I decided Jazz is gonna be fair game in this story as it'll provide some healthy competition for Edward and then it got like really steamy when I tried to make things more interesting. Not to mention trouble for Becca/Bella as one one hand- she's got the guy who can't enough of her. On the other, he keeps trying to run away...

BTW 'Glass' for this chapter isn't referring to glass like in a window but a streetname for crank which is a drug that has about the same effects on you as Jasper described his feelings for Becca/Bella. If you haven't noticed I'm sort of trying to keep all the chapters revolving around glass in general...

Anywho~ stick around some more for the updates and see how the story goes. For now it's still pretty up in the air on who Bella might be with, not to mention much more drama is in store as I give _____ ___'s POV soon and reveal some very interesting things...

-Panda 3