A positive response so far... Always a good sign. Chapter two.

I rolled over, the image of Jasper kissing Maria seared onto my brain. I realised that I had somehow become tangled in the thin sheets of the double bed. I tried, and failed, multiple times before pulling my feet free and throwing the cover to the floor. I heard movement on the floor above me, aware that there was only Edward in the house. I sat up, just to dramatically flop back down onto the pillows in exasperation. Frickin' boy wonder no doubt heard my movements, and my nightmare. Probably wondering when it was safe to make sure he could come down and check on me; no doubt on guard duty.

''Yes, ginger, you can come make sure im still alive'' I waited...

The door to my room blew open and the copper haired seventeen year old was at my side. I knew he was fighting the urge to run his pianist fingers over my face, as was habit for him. I shied away unintentionally, as did he. My eyes traced the thin, white scars that encircled both of his wrists. He learned his lesson the last time he'd run his hands over me.

I laid back on the emerald coloured grass. I'd always loved summer. I sighed, lazily running my fingers through the hair that was resting on my stomach. I had my eyes closed against the glare his skin created.

''Bella?'' He pulled himself up, glinting. I sat my own body up, resting back on my palms. I met his amber eyes with some difficulty.

''Hm?''

''I don't want this to end'' He spread one arm out, indicating the small enclosed area we were encamped. I could hear the rest of the Cullens off somewhere. Hunting probably.

''Me either Edward'' I smiled at the boy who had become my closest ally. He shuffled closer, an internal struggle happening within him ''What's up?''

''I feel something for you Bella. I won't lie'' He held my gaze throughout that sentence. The air whooshed out of me, the sky seeming to darken. My mood changed rapidly, but he didn't notice that. He clearly misread the signals. He took my face in his hands, trying to close the gap between our lips, and I panicked. I had my hands around his wrists, before a metallic snap rung around the area. Carlisle had explained that I wasn't looking for a mate, or even a lover. I had put Edwards past advances behind me, laughing them off...Because he'd never touched me before, not like that. Sure, he'd run his fingers through my hair every now and again, but I found that comforting.

I looked at the two hands clasped in my grasp. Then at Edward. He was merely looking at the stumps where his hands should have been in complete horror. Esme and Alice came skidding in, barely stopping in time. Carlisle was seconds behind. They took in the sight before them, Alice breaking down with laughter.

''We warned you Edward!'' Scolded Esme ''You knew she wasn't interested, yet you persisted much to her amusement. Now look!'' He looked abashed, but there was pain written in the angled planes of his face. I simply stood, gave his hands to Carlisle who was yet to say anything, and left.

I shook my head, clearing the memory. Reaching for my smokes, I hoisted my sweat covered body up, hyper aware that creepy ass boy was sat inches away from me. He had tried multiple times after that to reconcile, but he had pushed me too far. Then there was the stalking. Lucky for him, Carlisle put a stop to that. Now Eddie just glowers at me whenever I have to spend longer than five seconds in his presence. I flicked my lighter dangerously close to him, before bringing it down to light my cigarette. I rolled it between my lips, pausing the movement to look at Edward. I smirked. His amber eyes were watching my every move.

''I know you still like me. Stop making it so obvious. You may as well hang a sign over your head the proclaims it to the world''

His jaw opened and closed again, lost for words. I had hit the proverbial nail on the head. I snickered.

''You've made sure I'm fine. Go, leave me in peace'' I flicked the ash off of the end, watching it land, cold, in the mess of bronze hair beside me. His hand came up to swat away the ash, a scowl on his young face. He stood, before exiting my room. My little home away from home.

Esme had designed this room with my impromptu visits in mind. The large bed was soft with feathery pillows. Much like the one I had back in my own house. Except the pillows were a hell of a lot fluffier. I inhaled again, before blowing the smoke out of my mouth in little rings, watching them fade as I inhaled again. I looked at my phone, mainly for the time, and saw I had three missed calls. I picked up the device, and saw they were from Jasper. I could feel my throat constrict as moisture built up in my eyes, before disappearing again. I had never cried; could never cry. I listened to the voice mail he had left on his final call. My heart broke into a thousand pieces.

''Hi, Bella, I...Um...What happened the other night, that was a mistake. I shouldn't have even been in the area, let alone anywhere near you. You're no good for me, Maria has said this before. She's who I want, Bella. Not you. Move on'' The mechanical whirl ended the thirty second mail. I sat, frozen, phone still clutched at my ear. I could feel my own pain pouring off of me in waves, and Jasper again was to blame. But I must have been in masochism at some point in one of my multiple lives. I kept Jasper close, even though I caused myself extreme anguish and torment by doing that. I knew had to let him go, but my selfish heart wasn't strong enough. I knew that my Jasper was still in there, and I knew he recognised me to an extent. I was still his, as he was mine.

I knew that to right this, I needed to die again.

But dying this time, I wasn't guaranteed another life. Well, certainly not a Vampiric one in any case.

I had to think of my options, carefully. Jasper was everything, and nothing to me, at the same time.

Let me know what you think. Chapter three is almost finished.