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No one was more surprised than Jasper to see himself emerge from the bedroom. It had been more than a day since he discovered the journal, and he wasn't shocked to sense everyone's concern and regards for him.

Of course, there were a few glances here and there he spotted, once passing their presences with shame. His hands clung inside his pockets and he unknowingly hung his head down low. Every other emotion in the room worried about nothing or anyone more than him. Eventually, he began to find this very irritating, and felt he had no other choice but to make an escape.

Not saying as much as a word to anyone - including his traumatized wife - he slipped out the back door and into the forest.

He couldn't take any of it, he felt stepping through some random part of the mountainous range in minutes. He simply wandered through the forests, not knowing how he himself was going to get over it. Then again, he wasn't even thinking clearly so the question itself didn't even exist yet. In all honesty, he could only think about Elizabeth and that book. Perhaps, if he took a long walk around maybe it would be possible for him to clear his head over some.

Nothing worked, as he had hopelessly wished. He sat there before a small pond disappointed with himself once again. Hours had passed since he last moved, and a thought hadn't once crossed him of his wife or the Cullen's.

Jasper had simply found himself sitting beside a large tree and looking over the calm body of water that laid in front of him. He couldn't remember approaching there, nor how long exactly he had stayed there. The only reason, honestly, he had started to think at all was because of a sort of sense beginning to emerge.

A noise clattered.

The young vampire first thought was to stand up and looked for the source of the noise. Already he knew it was a werewolf, yet instead of standing on his own two feet, he resisted the weak urge and remained where he was. As far as he was concerned, the monster could have him.

Yet, as the seconds passed nothing got any closer than a few yards from him. He could hear it as clearly as any living creature, and started to wonder himself if he would end up dog meat or remain the way he was.

Eventually, a voice struck him and he didn't look to already recognize who it was. It had been a while since he last heard that voice and it baffled him as to why he was here now. From what he could tell, he didn't mean any harm to him, but Jasper was still tense at the thought that it could be a trick.

His voice was as frightened and timid as his inner feelings. An open book, I would always say. If I was to even glance back at him, I was sure I'd find the boy's expression to be just as reflective.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice emotionless. I still wasn't looking at him.

He approached closer, stepping as quietly as he could no matter his stumbles. For a werewolf, he was awfully loud and fearful.

"C-Can I join you?" He stuttered just slightly. Jasper didn't have to have his special ablility to know that this specific werewolf was harmless.

I met his intense shade of dark eyes and read instantly the massive explosure of hidden emotions. I had to almost force an obscure look to resume on my emotionless expression. The insane jungle of emotions the werewolf juggled with was ridiculous!

"Why is it you're here?" I asked not so rudely but not so nice either.

The boy cut his gaze, staring off at the outdoors before him. He looked awfully distraught.

"I can't sleep," he replied, hanging his head. "I'm always anxious and for some reason sad." He finally met my gaze. "Do you think The Volturi will come after me?" We had discussed the clan before more carefully.

"No." I said. They thought he was dead.

"Oh," his gaze shifted. "Then. . .I guess what I'm trying to really ask here is - can you tell me anything more about this Elizabeth?"

I was stunned that he mentioned her name. From what I remembered he often tried as much as possible never to mention her. It was fear that brought him down to such distraught; he was just trying to get through everything. I could understand that. Now, it just seemed he had improved and was willing to learn more about her. I guess anyone would've been curious.

"Samuel," I said, sighing deeply. It felt like the first time I had ever said his name in front of him. (And it probably was.) My voice was very wary when I said next, "First, tell me how you're doing?" It had been a while since we last met. Not to mention, if I bothered to actually listen I might actually have been able to relieve myself of my own thoughts for a bit.

Unfortunately, he shook his head. Vigorously, he was determined not to reveal something that clealy stated what he was fearful of. In a way, it slightly intrigued me. It only stirred me more towards his concerns.

"What is it?" I asked, swinging my full attention over to him. It had been a long time since I last paid any attention to anyone.

There was certainly some poking bothersome that kept striking inside of him. He couldn't get over something, and I didn't know whether to assume it was because of my sister or something else. "I'm sorry," he stuttered, unable to speak conversationally anymore. Something had upset him. "This isn't me. I don't know what keeps making me like this." He stifled back tears. He was telling the truth. As much effort as he put in to retaining these moments, he couldn't control it. He was ashamed of himself for it.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked, curuosity stricken.

He kept his eyes away from me. "I don't know," he finally answered. "But, it sometimes changes. I can be suddenly sad at one moment, then instantly angry another. I don't know what sets it off." He covered his eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. A werewolf who was emotionally unstable. Or perhaps extremely sensitive. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry," again he apologized, rising himself this time up. He turned his back to me and was prepared to leave. "I shouldn't have come here. The Cullen's were right -"

"The Cullen's?"

He stopped. "They were the ones who told me where to find you." He finally said after a very long pause. "I came over to your house hoping to find you, but they said you were out." He didn't once turn around.

After answering my question, he instead continued on taking about another two steps before I asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" I knew very well I hadn't been a great listener so far lately. Most of the time, I kept to myself not daring to speak a word to anyone. As a matter of fact, I don't believe I'd spoken as much as a word to anyone in perhaps a month.

It was only because out of some mere irony, the young werewolf intrigued me. Maybe it was because of his sensitivity or the fact that he was the only other living connectioin I had to her. Whatever it was, it seemed now I was more than interested in speaking with him.

The boy stopped again. It surprised me now that he hadn't turned into a monster yet. Usually, the other pack members once they were off they transformed immediately into their other forms. This ones was prepared to walk on two feet.

When it was clear he was having trouble deciding, I rose from my place. Calmly and silently, I breezed over to him, suprising him by my sudden presence. We were about the same height the two of us, except he appeared slightly younger than I. (Although, in reality I was really much older than him.) I touched his shoulder and whispered quietly, "Come."

Unaware, momentarily, of my ability he fell into an aura of calmness and relaxation. By the time he sat down beside me, all his stress had glided down from his shoulders. His eyes had grown wide again when he felt my eyes gazing upon him. He began to stare into the still pond still in front of us, attempting to avoid my stare. Finally, he said almost inaudibly, "I don't want to talk about it." Inside, he had retricted himself from unveiling any of his worries. And yet, I knew it was the same pondering pot of anxiety that shriveled him into this kind of person.

I kept my hand upon his shoulder longer. He sighed again, relieved. "Look, I'll make a deal with you," I promised, knowing beforehand that it wouldn't have been as easy as he thought to convince him to tell me.

On the other hand, his details came at a price. I knew already what he wanted, and why he was even here in the first place. I hadn't been so talkative myself, but when I thought of her it somehow felt worth it.

I took a longer look at Samuel. In a way, he was a handsome young boy. Despite his troubles, he even seemed rather likable in a sense. It struck me again how my sister and him came to know each other. How they met and so on. It had to have been an interesting story. It's not everyday both vampire and werewolf tie a bond in friendship.

Then, the words before my sister left me repeated; Promise me you'll look after him.

So far, I had been making lousy justice to my promise. At the moment, it seemed I might have actually been able to make up for it. though. The boy surely needed my help - and all that was, was someone to talk to. All his secrets lay inside, and he was too frightened to relieve himself of it all alone. I myself could relate to that, after thinking about what all I had been enduring through for the last month. . .

"What kind of deal?" he suddenly asked, meeting my gaze with a pair of silent wonder.

I put on a smile. "You tell me your story and I'll tell you hers."

Update! Yayy, I'm so happy to finally add another chapter. This one took several hours too, but I think I did well. What do you all think? Reviews would be most appreciated. Gee, I can't wait to get started on Ch. 21, this one I'm really looking forward too.

Anyway, till next time ;)

Sneak Peak:

He glanced up at the rising dark night approaching. Fear again erupted from his gaze, as I once again understood what it meant.

"A full moon's coming," he said, his voice foreign.

I joined in his gaze, wishing there was something I could do.