Okay...now we're back to Jasper and Bella. :)

Chapter thirteen: Midnight Visitors

The clusters of students all stood up in unison at the chime of the bell. The once empty hallway, that we had been standing in, was now flooded with teenagers. This didn't give me much time or space to process what had just happened. Forcing my way back to the cafeteria, I snatched up my binders and headed for my third period class. How could Alice and I see the same thing? If we did, it had to be true. It's going to happen, I just know it. But why would Charlie shoot me? That's not logical…so maybe I'm overreacting just like Alice said. Yep, just overreacting. This could never happen.

Unfortunately, none of the Cullens shared my third or fourth period class. I couldn't talk it over with any of them until tomorrow.

After school, I hopped into the truck, the disturbing images still haunting my mind. How was I going to tell Charlie? Did he already know? How was I supposed to handle this? The duration of the drive home was spent pondering over how I was going to resolve my problem.

As I was cooling down in my room, having not even made eye contact with Charlie, a rapping came at my window. I leapt up out of my bed and peered outside. Whoever (or whatever) had made that sound was gone now.

"Did you miss me?" A voice came from behind.

I whipped around to find Jasper standing in my room and, impulsively, I prepared to scream. He whizzed behind me and cupped his hands to my mouth. "Shh! Charlie's still here," he warned, "It's just me."

"I attempted to ask a question but all that escaped my lips was, "But y—…How d—…Window—"

"Sorry ma'am. Didn't mean to give you that bad of a scare," he smiled.

"Do the others know you're here? I didn't think you were allowed—"

"Don't worry, Bella. Edward and Emmett got us surrounded… just in case."

"Just in case, huh?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"C'mon, Bella, nothing like that will ever happen again. I promised you that, and I intend to keep my promise."

"Really?"

"Yes," he whispered, still standing behind me with his arm resting on my shoulder. He had loosened his grip around my mouth and let his hand brush past my collarbone to perch on the tip of my shoulder. "My sister told me about the vision she described to you Everything's going to be fine. Alice's visions are rarely accurate."

"Great! You're right! I might get lucky and get shot in a slightly different venue; like an alley behind a Chinese restaurant!"

"No. what I meant was, they fluctuate. Her visions rarely stay the same."

"That still doesn't explain my dream, but I hope you're right," I said, my eyes wandering down to his wrists, andscanning every scar.

"They're battle scars," he said, looking down at his arms.

"From what? They don't look— may I?" I asked softly, moving closer to him.

"Of course," the elusive vampire responded with deep, passionate eyes. His eyes traced the contours of my face, then settled on my eyes. All I could do was stare right back. "You have…gorgeous eyes," he said, his voice as calm and blissful as a soft babbeling brook.

"Thank you," I blushed, pulling my gaze away to continue trailing my fingertips along his scars. Before I could ask any more questions, he quickly pulled me in close to him and pressed his stone cold lips to mine. I didn't know whether to pull away or savor it. He made the decision for me and deepened the kiss, his hand brushing back a lock of my hair as his lips continued to caress mine.

Before I could open my eyes, I felt another cold hand beside my own. By the time my eyelids opened, Jasper was several feet away from me.

"Really, Emmett? What the hell was that for?" Jasper said angrily.

"I was just looking out for her," Emmett grunted.

"I had it under control!"

"Really, because your thoughts said otherwise," Edward butted in.

"What are you talking about, Edward? I didn't even think about hurting her."

"I didn't say anything about hurting her…" Edward retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, that is sick, brother! You—"

"Charlie's coming," Edward muttered.

By the moment Charlie opened the door, the three had fled into the night, without a trace. This left me alone with the lingering vibes of the kiss…and a very confused Charlie.