Thanks for the reviews guys, they really keep my motivated, and I'm glad you didn't think Jasper was too off base.

Here's the long awaited Angeline/Edward meet again. Sorry that this is a bit shorter, I just really wanted to get it out here.

"Love is the passion we feel inside our hearts that we can't hide. We pretend to hide it, but it burns us more and more until the pain grows and grows and never ends."

-Unknown

Angeline POV

I was so caught up in the excitement of hugging Carlisle that I almost missed the woman holding his hand. She was smiling nervously at me, keeping her grip on Carlisle's hand tight. Her long, light brown almost caramel colored hair was tied up; her red eyes stared at me. She mid-height and had curves like mine, but hers seemed more ... Unnatural. Almost, after- pregnancy curves. I wondered if this woman had a baby in her other life.

"Hello! You must be Esme! Carlisle's told me all about you of course, and, how rude of me. My name`s Angeline and this is my ... JASPER!" I babbled, and grabbed onto Jasper's hand, lurching him forward from where he was awkwardly standing behind me.

The reaction to him was immediate. Esme gasped a little and skidded back a step, and Carlisle flinched away from Jasper. As I looked from my family to Jasper I realized it must have been because of his scars. I'd gotten so used of looking at them through both our time spent together and the visions, thanks my gift, that they didn't scare or bother me.

Once Carlisle realized he was being extremely rude, he snapped out of it and offered Jasper his hand. "You must be Angeline's mate. Jasper, was it? I'm Carlisle Cullen."

Jasper shook his hand stiffly. "Jasper Whitlock."

I looked around for the first time, noticing that Edward wasn't anywhere to be seen. I looked at Carlisle who seemed to be staring at me while Esme and Jasper exchanged pleasantries. He gestured towards the house with a jerk of his eyes. I nodded and without excusing myself ran in the direction of the house.

I expected Edward to be in the house, but instead he was sitting on the steps, gazing in the opposite direction. I slowed, coming to a stop and wondering what I should do next. Should I leave? Sit down next to him? Stand in front of him so he can't avoid me?

"Carlisle and Esme seem to like him," He said, with no bitterness of anger – the emotions I expected to see. Though ... maybe he was hiding it. I'll have to ask Jasper what he's feeling later.

"Jasper? Is that his name?" He asked and again I stayed silent. I just ... literally had no idea what to say. Was I supposed to apologize, I knew I had nothing to be sorry for – I couldn't help that I wasn't supposed to end up with him. Though I felt as if I should apologize.

"You don't have to apologize for anything, Angeline. Your right, it's not your fault. You have no reason to be guilty," He whispered, rubbing his hands together in an oddly human gesture. Carlisle and I had mastered looking like human's, mannerisms and such, but Edward didn't. When I left he'd stood still, sat stiff and a board and had unblinking eyes – thus he wasn't aloud out in the public eye. But now, he seemed looser and relaxed, all the stress and anger about being turned seemed to have left his body.

"You've been gone a long time, Angeline. Six and a half years."

So much for not feeling guilty.

"Don't feel bad. Everyone is entitled to have everything they want. Some may not be as determined as you to get it – but you should have everything you want. If Jasper is what you want ... have him. I do think you should tell him about this conversation though ... and about my feelings ..." he added awkwardly.

"So ... you're not angry with me?"

"I could never be angry with you."

I soon learned that Esme was a woman who never sat down. It was entirely possible that her knees weren't able to bend. She flitted around the house, fluffing cushions and tidying up. Not that there was much too tidy up – us not eating and all.

I did notice the change in Carlisle, however. He was happier, not as lonely and he also spent more time at home with us than at the hospital. I was slightly peeved that neither Edward nor I mattered as much to Carlisle as Esme – being that he'd never reduced his work hours for us. Then I'd look at Jasper, and I realized deep down that none of my family mattered as much to me as Jasper did.

Jasper fit into the family a little roughly, but he managed.

Carlisle took to him naturally – his thirst for new information over rode his caution about his scars. He asked Jaspers numerous amounts of questions about the south and the war and plenty on Newborn vampires and how you could manipulate them to use them in war.

I myself never understood how to manipulate newborns, especially mass amounts like in the south. One newborn was difficult to control, not to mention hundreds.

Jasper had told me his story the day we arrived. I took him on a tour of the house – including the room that was now his own – and sitting on the steps of our house whilst Edward was out ... running or doing whatever he seemed to do allot of now a days and Carlisle had took Esme hunting. Esme was a little bashful around Jasper and I still, and preferred hunting with only Carlisle. I guessed she was still a little embarrassed seeing as her clothing was always raggedy and blood soaked whilst Carlisle's remained pristine and unwrinkled.

He told me of lying to his parents, lying to the state about his age so he could be a soldier in the war, and most of all lying to himself.

"I was stupid," he'd told me. "Chomping at the bit to get away from home. My parents were farmers, grandparents and great grandparents. My brother wanted the farm, but it was to be handed over to me. I didn't want it, I never wanted it. I wanted glory, I wanted to be like the boys from my school – the ones I watched ride away in handsome soldier uniforms. So I lied, and when Maria changed me, god did I wish for my simpleton lifestyle, to be back on the farm with my father tending to the cows. Luckily for me I found a friend in Peter, a newborn vampire much like myself. But I careless – I was stupid. I believed with all my heart that Maria loved me. The truth was that she only needed me, never loved me. Maria loved war so much that there was no room left in her heart for me. I began to hate myself, hate my life. So when Peter and Charlotte left, I left with them. I left everything I thought I needed – I wandered with them. But it was still there, the hate for myself. I had to feel everything that my prey felt, the fear and anguish. It ran through me as if they were my own emotions, but I could also feel the safeness and love radiating from Peter and Charlotte's relationship. And I wanted it; I wanted to have someone who could love me back, someone who wouldn't use me as a pawn. I wanted someone to love me for I was, and who I am. So I left, for years I travelled on my own, not willing to leave the country I called home. I never returned to my house, to my family. I couldn't bear to see them living normal human lives while I was stuck like this, forever. And then, one day while I was feeding in northern Texas, when this beautiful angel saved my life."

I'd giggled. "Did this angel have a name?"

"I believe it was Angeline..."

Much to my displeasure we still hadn't kissed. I knew this that being in a coven like this was a whole new way of life for Jasper, he'd been with us for about a week and a half. His feelings were still developing for me, still growing and changing. Mine had evolved decades before; I was basically in love with him. I was careful not to show my emotions around Jasper – who had the sometimes annoying gifts of sensing others emotions. So I guess I simply had to be patient and let his feelings grow naturally, but patience is not one of my virtues.

Since it had only been a week since his last meal, Jasper wasn't thirsty. I'd always wondered – if drinking animal blood wasn't satisfying, maybe that was why hunger came quicker. I was starting to get thirsty, my golden eyes darkening day by day until they became a dark black.

Finally, the day came for Jasper to try our way of life.

While he didn't seem too enthusiastic about it, he was willing to try. So it was decided that Edward would watch through Jasper's thoughts, and Carlisle and Esme would intercept if there were any problems. I was to accompany my mate on his first hunt – a fact that Jasper was a little embarrassed about.

"I feel like you're my proud mother, escorting her little boy to his first day of school," He'd remarked, reading a local newspaper non-committedly.

"Well – I am proud of you, Jasper. And you will learn a couple of things. At least if I have my way," I replied, flipping through a women's fashion magazine and circling future purchases with a black felt.

Edward – who was sitting quietly in the next room – chose then to speak up. " 'if'? You always get your way, Angeline."

I smiled, flipped my hair over one shoulder. "I don't see anything wrong with that."

So here we were, dashing through the thick bush, my eyes on Jasper who was running at a steady pace beside me. But I could feel the tension in the air, the nervous energy rolled off him in waves.

I skidded to a halt, and so did he, digging his heels in the ground so that when he stopped he left two deep grooves in the ground. I had barely left a trail of footsteps. I smiled at him tenderly, and stepped back from him.

"Angeline?" He questioned his southern drawl thick and warm. I loved his voice, I'd waited so long to hear it – and now that I had I was certainly not disappointed.

"Inhale, Jasper. You've hunted before, perhaps not for the same source. But this is basically the same thing – feel everything around you. Hear the breaths they take. Smell the blood running through their veins," She whispered, melting into the trees around him.

Jasper stood still for a moment, as if afraid, before cautiously inhaling once – a deep throaty breath that signalled that he was hunting now. Instantly his nose wrinkled, a line appearing between his eyebrows.

Angeline snickered from her hiding place in the trees. "You'll adjust to it, darling."

And then he was gone, he was fast, faster than herself, almost as fast as Edward – and stronger too. Angeline glided alongside him, always watching. He flew across the snow, not even hesitating before taking down a sturdy wolf with thick silver hair. It snapped at him, and he snapped back. The wolf, if startled, didn't show it and leapt at Jasper, clawing at his marble hard skin but not leaving the faintest of scratches. Within a minute or two, its dead body hit the ground with a thud, not a drop of blood running from the body.

This continued for a while – at least an hour, while Jasper took out half a pack. I took one or two on the side, always keeping part of my attention on him. It was natural for a vampire trying to switch to gorge themselves, you never could be too safe. Jasper seemed extra greedy, though given his background, I understood. There was a never ending supply of human blood, he never had to learn self control as a newborn – when he was thirsty, he drank.

Once he was at least partially satisfied, he looked up and I and almost I laughed – almost. His shirt was completely shredded, and it was nearly red from all the blood. His hair was swept back – his curls matted with mud and blood.

"Angeline," He looked troubled. "Edward ... he seem`s ..."

"Jaded?" I replied sarcastically, arching an eyebrow.

"That's one way of phrasing it. He seems ... sad. Actually, he feels sad. Overwhelmingly sad, and normally I would take it as a reaction to vampirism, but it is exacerbated whenever around you," He looked confused and a bit angry but I flinched. I`d hoped to keep this secret from Jasper for at least a bit longer.

What if he got mad and left me? Left me to deal with the sympathetic Carlisle, the almost overwhelmingly motherly Esme and the smug Edward?

"Jasper ... there's something you need to know.." I trailed off, completely unsure of how he would react.

"He loves you," Jasper finished for me, much to my embarrassment and shock. "He's very careful to hide it from me – but once, when we were talking about the future, how we'd promised never to lie to each other, he slipped up. I felt it so strong that for a second I was baffled, until I realised that he was in love with you! Why didn't you tell me?"

I shrugged my tiny shoulders. "I don't know, I was afraid of how you'd react. What you'd do. Are you going to leave me?"

"Never" he hissed sharply, smiling at her warmly. His smiled faltered. "Do you ... love him?"

I batted my eyelashes. "Jasper. The only man – vampire or human – on earth I've ever loved, do love, or will love is you."

He held out his hand in a warm gesture, and she took it, ignoring the feeling of slick blood on her hands – because this now meant that he was excepted. He was here. He was hers.

"I love you too, my darlin'."

Forever.

R&R