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For weeks, it seemed an icy silence has descended upon the Cullen household, gripping each occuppent like an invisible hand. Jasper wasn't talking to Angeline, Angeline wasn't talking to Jasper, Rosalie wasn't talking to anyone, and Esme and Carlisle were trying to talk to anyone who would listen.

It was established for sometime that Jasper was the drama queen - well, king, however you want to put it. Angeline was the diplomat, the one trying to sort out everything. But God help whoever Angeline got angry with, she'd blow up and scream and rage - but she'd get over it eventually. Jasper was one to linger on his angry feelings, if he was angry. He'd simply freeze you out.

Jasper was staring moodily out the window, trying to ignore the person he could feel on the other side of the door, fingering his white bow tie nervously, wondering how he looked. What would Angeline think? Would she be impressed? Would she be disapointed? Or ... would she even care? He supposed that however she treated him, he kind of deserved it.

Actually, he majorly deserved it.

The knocking sounded agian, and Jasper sighed. "You might as well come in," he said in monotone, not raising his voice as he knew the person on the otherside would hear him perfectly. Unsuprisingly, it was Esme. Clad in a soft, white gown that both enhanced her curves and slimmed her figure and a long, filmy white veil covering smooth, pinned ringlets. A large, oval diamond sat sparkling subtley on her finger - a token of Carlisle's affection and his readiness to commit his life - or existance - to her and only her.

Weddings - Jasper wondered if Angeline would still want to bind herself in marriage to him. It meant allot to him; that someone was willing to take on his name even with all the secrets and dark marks that came with it. Meant allot that someone still thought it was a good enough name to have.

In fact, names in general were a hard thing to scoot around these days. So many people, all looking old enough to be out on their own, living together was strange to allot of humans, so it was explained to them like this :

Jasper and Angeline were engaged, and had moved here from down south. Angeline and Rosalie were the underage siblings of Carlisle, sent here once their parents died in a tragic car accident. Edward was Rosalie's fiance, a rich man from upstate. It was alwas amusing to watch Rosalie hang off of Edward's arm in public with a dazzling, lovestruck smile on her face while all she was feeling was disgust.

Back to Esme - it surprised Jasper that she came to see him, as Esme was the one he'd had the least amount of contact with since he'd joned the Cullen coven. She looked radiannt, and looked at him with such motherly affection that Jasper had a wave of nausea, missing his mother even though he couldn't remember her face. He flung himself into her arms, careful not to wrinkle her dress of squish her.

It felt weird hugging a woman that came up to his shoulders. Maria - he shuddered as he thought her name - had never hugged, it was too affectionate. Kissing and sex was another thing, because all that was really about control and pleasure, taking and gaining from one another. Angeline was so tiny that the top of her head reached the bottom of his chest, almost bordering on abdomen. Hugging her felt so dazzling, like he never wanted to let go, never wanted to stop touching her.

Esme's made him want to sob, it was so warm, so comforting that he felt as though she was his biological birth mother.

"Esme, you look lovely," he complemented easily, a habit leftover from his human days. He guessed you could take the boy out of the south, but you can't take the south out of a boy.

"Thank you dear." She looked like she wasn't going to continue, but then her eyes flickered and she went on. "How ... how are things between you and Angeline?"

Jasper sighed. How were they? They were amazing until three weeks ago.

*Flashback*

Jasper sat alone in the middle of his floor, the only light in the room coming from the headllights streaming through the thick trees. Head bowed, fingers digging into the foreign wood floors and every muscle in his body was clenched so hard that a slight breeze would blow him over. Angeline hesitated in the doorway, unaware of how Jasper would react if she spoke.

Suddenly, he was in front of her, a hand gripping her arm. She flinched, forgetting how quick and quiet he was. Taking the flinch as a response to his contact, he let go like she burned him.

"Why are you here?" he asked, scowling at the window, his reflection was easy to see to Angeline, the glass so clear it reflected images as well as a mirror. Her eyes flashed, like stormclouds revealing a coming storm.

"You know why - Jasper-" she began, and stopped without an interuption. She truly had no idea what to say, in her experience, there really was nothing to say.

'I'm sorry?'

'It's okay?'

'I forgive you?'

None of these really seemed to work given the situation. He was looking at her now, his head turned slightly, eyes harder than she'd ever seen him.

"Is this is then? Are you coming to tell me that I'm not welcome anymore? That I should pack my things and go?" He muttered, a low growl building in his throat.

"What? No! Never! Jasper! How could you think something like that? I have been searching for you ever since before you were born-" She argued, practically foaming at the mouth.

"And I'm a dissapointment. I don't need Edwards talent to know what you think of me."

"You are still Jasper to me, still my Jasper," She whispered, reaching for his hand and when he jerked away from her, she dug her fingernails into her palm until the pain allowed her push back her emotions, she didn't want Jasper to get the wrong idea about how she was feeling.

Jasper was silent for a moment, thinking her words through. Never, never, did he want her to feel like she was his. Because ... what if he ruined her? Marrying her was a punishment, a punishment for her. What had this sweet creature ever done to deserve to be loved by him.

Angeline. Beautfiul Angeline.

He was scared to love her, scared to ruin the perfection that was her. So he sucked in an unecassary breath, and tastes the blood that still on his lips, and see's the flash of dark hair, and the shock in green eyes and closes his eyes preparing for what he's about to do.

"I'm a monster, Angeline. You don't deserve this - nobody does. So, this ... this ... relationship ... is over. I'm afraid that I can't do this anymore. I can't love you anymore,we're too different" He said, impressed and amazed at his lying skills. These pleasant feelings die in his throat when he see's her face crumple and her nose scrunch up which he knows means she's going to cry.

"No, no, no, Jasper, Jaz, please, I, no, Jaz, We can, we can fix this, I, please,please, don't, don't leave, I , Love, Jaz, Jasper, PLEASE." She studders between stomach curling sobs, flinging herself at him and clinging to him. He sighed, peeeling the emotional female off of him and triyng to keep his composure. Why had he assumed it would be easy. After five years, did he think she would willingly let him walk out of her life?

She tensed when he took her hand and he forced a smile. Ouch. "You are perfection personified. Which is why, why this will never work. We are different, and don't deny it because you know it's true."

And Angeline didn't talk, didn't blink, didn't move a muscle.

"Alright. Fine - we're done. I won't bother you any further. But, please, please Jasper, don't leave. Remember who you are. Remember that you have a family. Remember that no matter how you feel about me, I'll always love you. Always."

And only after she closed the door did Jasper let a silent sob rack his strong shoulders. Apparently, doing the right things didn't feel very good, maybe he should have just stuck to doing the wrong things. He had to force himself to remain still while every cell in his body screamed at him to follow her, to apologize. To take her in his arms and sob and beg for her forgiveness.

*End Flashback*

Esme was staring at him, still there and waiting patiently. Jasper was embarassed to admit that he was shaking with sobs. Esme was staring at him with such love that age-old childish instincts came into play and he needed the santuary of his mother. He threw himself at her and nuzzled her while she wrapped her arms around him.

"I messed everything up and now she will never forgive me," His voice hitching on the 'never' part.

"Honey, you don't know that. Angeline is a kind person, and she loves you, just apologize."

"I can't do that. What if that makes me weak?"

"Jasper," Esme scolded, holding him away from her body to get a better look at his face. "Apologizing simply means that you care more about her and your relationship than you do about your ego."

... Later at the wedding...

Through the ceremony Jasper couldn't help but stare at Angeline. Angeline with swining hair and floaty pink dress with diamonds glinting on her wrists everytime she moved. Angeline and her bright, foxy grin as Carlisle and Esme exchanged vows and the delicious smell of humans that he tried to abstain from as he held his breath.

It was a small affair, and everyone outside the Cullen clan were under the impression that this was a renewal of vows, preformed after five years of marriage. Every male in the room was fighting to keep their attention on the happy couple and not on Angeline and Rosalie, who were seating in the first row. Rosalie's hair fell as blonde smooth waves of pure silk down her back, her copious amounts of gold jewlery glittered, accenting her now golden eyes and what a dress that Jasper could only describe as a 'swing dress'. It literally meant that it was an emerald green dress that was tight down to her pelvis and then flared out to just below her knee's.

The people in attendance were fellow nurses and doctors from the hospital and a few women that had befriended the ellusive Cullen woman, and few of Angeline's friends from her retail therapy in town.

Afterwards, when the sweet songs begain to play, and Esme and Carlisle danced together, lost in eachothers eyes Jasper felt the urge to reach over and grab Angeline's hand. He had to rememeber that it was no longer his right to hold her hand.

So after the fun songs had played, and the band announced the last dance of the night was approaching, Jasper gave up on pretending and marched over to Angeline with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

She was talking animatedly to Mrs. Winona Stevenson and Mrs. Alexandra Brooks, wives of resident doctors, her hands waving around her pretty face while her eyes sparkled in humour at the story she was telling.

"... and then smash. He fell right into my fifth birthday cake and started crying. Balling really. My mom had to offer him one of my birthday presents to calm him down, not a good idea if you ask me - but oh how Carlisle loved those tiny pink tapdance shoes, he even wore them to-" She paused as she caught sight of Jasper.

"Excuse me ladies, but I wondered if I may steal Angeline for a dance," He bowed slightly, playing up his accent in order to dazzle the two middle aged women.

"Why certainly," Alexandra batted her thin eyelashes.

"How sweet. Young love!" Cooed Winona, clasping her bony fingers together under her chin.

Angeline stared at him. Nothing but betrayal and uncertainty in her eyes while the other women scurried away, giggling excitedly all the way to the food table.

"May I have this dance, Ma'am?"

see what I mean? ... EVIL! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!