Hello all my amazing readers! Here it is, the much awaited chapter! I am so excited to be getting this out to all of you! I do apologize for the delay, but my schedule has yet to simmer down at all, but it will be within the next two to three weeks. Which means more updates!

Also, be ready to be smacked in the face with nostalgia! We are going back to We Will Never Hurt Again, y'all!

Thanks to my amazing beta Xo BellaItalia oX

Please, enjoy...

I don't know if it's the beauty in the morning light;

The creative side of elegance you bring to me;

A mystic, a myth hidden behind dark secrets;

They can taint every soul, every broken being.

The cracks in my skin are unimpressive;

Satisfied with the dark side of life;

A midnight day with sparkling tears;

Cautious movements on slippery knives.

Feelings exude love, bliss in a tangled form;

Disguised by the cuts and bruises;

The world relies on beauty;

They rely on what's underneath.

Hidden on a joke, the reliance of eternity in its mangled form;

A song beams through the dark with melodic tones, hypnotizing;

That line of thought leads to a line of events greater than any in the world;

A life of love, a house of laughter and jokes and a heart that dances, frozen.

The water was warm, heated against my skin. Burning almost, in my cold state. Since the seasonal change to winter, my personal favorite, I've found it increasingly hard to adjust to the temperature changes. I cannot fathom why, but with every step on the icy wood floors of our home, a shiver racks my spine. Of course, not of that was helped at all when one's husband is always freezing cold. Don't get me wrong, I still cuddle up to him as often as possible, but I've been having to pull away not to have frostbite.

And I can't even being to describe how much I hate that particular point.

Luckily though, the heater has finally come in, and Jasper is working on it right now. Hopefully, tonight, I won't be cold, and I can still stay in my husband's arms for the whole night versus an hour or so. Because believe me, there is no better place for me than very, very close to him. Speaking of Jasper, I could hear him now, just beyond the wall behind the large tub I rest in now. I could hear the bang, bang, bang of the hammer has he worked to install the control panel for the heater in our room. Every now and then I would pick out a quiet expletive, but I assume that was from him hitting too hard on accident in one area.

I was unfazed, completely content in my current position.

Warm water and a nice book. A personal heaven, or as close as it could be with Jasper not indulging with me. I wished him close. Well, closer. Over the last few days, I have been stuck in our big house alone while Jasper went hunting. I missed his touch. He arrived this morning, and as soon as he did, the man drove up with the heater. Jasper got to work on that immediately. To pass the time, I had taken up reading, vigorously passing through each of my favorites within a matter of a weekend. I longed for a visit to the nearest bookstore but had yet to find adequate time to do so. And with Jasper being home, I doubted I would get the slightest chance anytime soon. Not only that, but I wanted Jasper. Really wanted him.

I grant this upon every other woman in the world lucky enough to find that one man she can't live without is parting not sorrow? Exact, delicate, passion-driven, sweetness in the form of bittersweet sorrow. Be it just a few minutes, hours, or days, does it not hold effects? I pray I am not the only one in the world to feel this way in regards to their love. Whether I am or not alone, I digress, I want my husband. Yearn for him even. Most would say that, within a span of a few short days that I was crazy to need so much. But I am sure, should you ever be in my shoes with my feelings, you too would agree that wanting the Major would be almost suffocating. Like fire and smoke. A need so raging it turns your vision black. All accept the goal in mind, the man. My love.

The need, wherever it came from, was growing exceptionally greedy as of late. With every subtle touch, and grace of gravity, it grew. Flared in ravenous flames and I was so close to being engulfed in the heat. I'm sure now you are asking, why is this girl so cold? I don't have the faintest idea. In the water, however, my skin was heating, my bones scorching beneath the derma of porcelain skin. One good fall, and I could shatter like a doll. What do you think could be the reason to fall? Hmm? I imagine it to be an easy guess. I won't give the answer away as I simply believe you are unequivocally correct. Even I do not need to see into one's mind to understand that.

"You're gonna drop your book," a charming, masculine voice murmured next to me.

Splash!

"Holy Sh-!" I exclaimed, grabbing for the now-wet book that floated about the water. I raised it out of the crystallized liquid, the pages dripping into the water. I placed it on my towel next to the tub, careful not to disturb any of the ink, hoping none of it would smear.

I tilted my head, raising one incredulous eyebrow as I stared into my husband's amused, golden eyes. I could see his lips twitching, fighting the smile I knew he wanted to let loose. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Thank you for stating the obvious," I grumbled, wiping the front of the book.

He chuckled then, coming forward those final small steps to get down on his knees next the tub by my face. His hand wrapped around mine in a gentle grasp, caressing almost. He pushed the towel and book away, shifting even closer, our hands still intertwined. I slowly raised my head, leaning back against the warm porcelain of the tub siding as my eyes found his again. If I thought I was warm before, maybe scorching, I was utterly blazing now. I was waiting for smoke to rise from my flesh.

His eyes were what heated my body, right from the inside-out. They were the loveliest shade of darkening gold I had ever seen. They entranced me, called to me, pulled me in, and hypnotized me. I wondered if he was even aware of his effect on me. From the twitching of his smooth lips, he was well aware of what he was doing. Even so, I could not find it in me to be upset about that. I enjoyed the feeling too much; the feeling of wanting and being wanted. It was intoxicating.

"I did not mean to startle you, Darlin'," he stated, his voice sinfully smooth.

"It's alright," I breathed airily. I hoped the sound of my voice was at least a fraction as amazing as his was to me.

He smiled, smirking slightly in the motion. He nodded. "I'm sure. I was not going to disturb you at all, but I feel as though I have not been with you enough lately."

I stared blankly, in a complete trance. "I have to agree," I whispered.

His smile grew a fraction, his eyes darkening even more as his eyes coasted over the water, tracing my naked body beneath the ripples. He leaned closer to me, his lips brushing over mine with such a sensuality that should be absolutely illegal. To my disappointment, however, he soon pulled away.

"Well, then, why don't I join you, my Angel…"

I soon found myself staring at a work of art. An exact replica of Michelangelo's David, yet it was even better. Why, you ask? It was my husband, my one and only love. He took those final steps to the tub, my eyes tracing his perfectly sculpted chest in time with every step he took. He reached me, and I silently leaned forward, my knees escaping the water as I did so. His warming arms soon wrapped around my waist, his legs mirroring mine on either side of my body. I was pulled back into his wonderful chest, those beautiful protective arms tightening around me. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, his chin falling to rest on my shoulder, brushing my cheek.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, my fingers playing and toying with the long dexterous fingers of one of his hands. He then tilted his head towards me, his gentle lips painting my neck and jaw with beautiful butterflies. I curled my fingers between his, wrapping his arm around my waist, my entire nervous system tingling from head to toe with every touch. My eyes fell closed, my chest moving in an even rhythm as I relaxed against him. The kisses soon came to a stop, his breath skimming over the jumping vein in my neck. My eyes slowly opened, and I turned my head to look at him, the feeling of his gaze on me growing prominent. Our eyes met, and I could not help but be sucked into his loving gaze.

"I love you, Isabella," he whispered, my body shivering as my full name passed his lips in the most perfect way.

I smiled. "I love you, Jasper Whitlock, more than you will ever know," I replied, my voice quiet.

His gentle hands shifted me around, my breasts pressing into his chest. I gasped as his cooler skin met my now heated skin.

"Show me," he breathed.

I reached a slow hand, pressing it softly to his cheek. I glanced between his eyes and lips as I grew closer. My nose brushed against his as our lips moved against one another. We moved in that familiar rhythm, his hands caressing my sides, back, and thighs and mine caressing his chest, face, and ribs. I shivered as three gentle fingers ran along the sensitive line about my hips, following the path up my side, past my breast, and coming to rest on the side of my neck. My heart went into overdrive. In countenance, I trailed a lone hand across his abdomen, tickling over his ribs, caressing his upper chest, and stopping at his neck, my thumb sliding along his jaw.

His body shook against mine, creating delicious friction. I pulled away then, relishing the feeling as I gasped for hair. I happily noted that his breath could rival mine in speed. His eyes were dark then, practically black with a hunger I knew all too well. I moved to place my lips against his another time, and soon after, I was showing him exactly what my sentence meant. Just as he showed me.

To be loved and want more is not selfish;

It is the beat of a heart, and the pass of one's own love;

Wanting that beautiful moment with special person;

Give to receive, pass on the traditions, and fall into place.

Crystallized, diamond surface above a prophecy of hope;

The characters crossing lines, creating the story;

Spread a word of hope, grace, and beauty in monstrous corners;

Darkened scenery where wrath creates velvety red with blistering colors.

Swift winds in striking lightning with monstrous roars;

Creating a friction that rolls along the creatures that travel;

Pushing a monotonous stream of fragility and strength;

Vanity manipulating feelings into the beautiful blossom of a sunrise.

Every moment was consumed by her. Especially during those cold nights when she would curl up to me, only to push herself away as she her body froze over. It was the only form of satisfaction I found these days; her lying so close next to me. Those extremely short moments as the heater had gone out, and the new one had yet to arrive for replacement. I never despised deliverance so much. Sure, Bella was always warm because of the amazingly scented blood that ran through her veins, but that did not stop her from growing cold against my frozen form. I yearned to pull her close, yet the only true contact I got from her was when we spent time together in warm waters.

Thinking about that beautiful night a few weeks ago after my latest hunt, I could not keep the smile form my face. She was so intoxicating, entrancing. I loved her with all of my heart and soul, with every single fiber of my being. Cliché, I understand, but the emotion behind those words still stands. Still proves truth. As they will for the rest of eternity.

Again, I found myself smiling, even more so.

Forever with my love, my angel. What could be better than that? I relished in it, even just the thought practically had my heart jumping. My chest vibrated with a purr, the seductive nature of the entire idea hitting me full force. My fingers beat a new rhythm against the strings of my guitar. I grabbed the small remote beside me, pressing the button. The music that flowed around the room came to a stop. The room grew quiet. The short silence was interrupted by the strumming of the guitar and my even breaths.

My eyelids fell, the room disappearing into the midnight hidden there. The beautiful music continued to wave like ocean water. Relaxed and formed by a hand of purity, beauty, and power. Music. My music. However, I felt as though it were not good enough. There needed to be a voice. But not mine; hers. She sang with me once, only a few verses, but it was enough to hear the magnificent lilt of her voice. I remember it well.

The grace with which her lips parted, forming the words that I loved so much and held so dear. My head bowed over the body of the instrument, my ears losing themselves in the voice of my imagination. Her voice with mine in the background was mixing in such a glorious way that I could not ignore it. It compelled me, drove my song to completion. The final note hung in the hair for strong, solid seconds before my hands moved again, the beginning transpiring again.

I felt as though a shadow was forcing reconciliation, allowing the music to come alive again. It missed its muse, the one that held the music in her palm. She was yearned for, and she had no idea. I felt the sound waves. They coursed through my being, bouncing across the walls, filling the books, pictures, and paintings with a life they had never had before. I melted in its comforting embrace. Lovely, dangerous, pulsating, growing, glowing, powerful. I knew my smile was glorious as I felt alive again. I was entirely compelled to the light of the beauty that life brought. Yet, I remembered that I was not, in fact, alive.

But with music, I felt as such. It was my safe place, my sanctuary when Bella is not right by my side. It kept me sane when she was not around to do so. It helped me stay strong when Bella's presence was not there to keep me that way. Music was talent that I cherished within myself and enjoyed because I wanted to enjoy it. I indulged in it years ago, and it stuck with me. Through everything, just like Bella, it has always been there. I smiled.

That's why she was my muse. That was why she created the music within me, helped with every note, every beat, and every word that melted into every lyric. The music kept me whole, as did Bella. It kept me alive… So did my wife. It made me love life, and I loved my life with Bella. I continued to smile, chuckling quietly then as the beauty in the room became even more so. A presence was near, a beautiful starlight that graced the room with magnificent light. The music transferred, the melody blossoming just as the words sent a thrill through me, my form shivering with the tantalizing voice that split into the eerie music.

He's my sacrifice, he's my hope;

Flooding the world with light;

He's by my side, keeping me sane;

I've never been so whole.

Passing on the traits of a Mystic;

Shining like a million suns with no stars;

Replacing peace in this uproar;

I'm fading fast, it's holding me close.

I've been normal for so long;

I'm wanting to let go, only one way I know;

Through him, through his world I'm searching;

All I ask, can he save me in this madness?

The armor they wear, it glistens in this wonderland;

Falling short on plans, I'm hiding from the law;

While he's running free, I'm behind bars;

I wanna be saved, wanna be changed.

Escaping into a sacred world;

I don't belong, and he's long gone;

The depths of the shadows, the silence in the words;

They suffocate, pulling me below the surface.

Has time rundown, the sand long gone?

The colors drain, the blood stains;

I want to leave this awful place, but there's no time;

I'm trapped here, and I despise it so.

My voice joined hers' as the chorus grew with the crescendo. A beautiful duet was forming.

The armor they wear, it glistens in this wonderland;

Falling short on plans, I'm hiding from the law;

While he's running free, I'm behind bars;

I wanna be saved, wanna be changed.

I can survive;

I can make it;

I can pass the phases;

I will live.

The armor they wear, it glistens in this wonderland;

Falling short on plans, I'm hiding from the law;

While he's running free, I'm behind bars;

I wanna be saved, wanna be changed.

He's/She's close, I can feel him/her;

Bringing out the sun, hiding the rain in his/her eyes;

Deepening love in a midnight dream, a nightmare;

I can relive it, but falling is so hard to copy.

He's/she's my sacrifice, he's/she's my hope;

Flooding the world with light;

He's/she's by my side, keeping me sane;

I've never been so whole.

I'm coping well, hiding in the right spots;

It could be easy, it could be hard;

But I'll follow you wherever;

Even if their swords win first.

The armor they wear, it glistens in this wonderland;

Falling short on plans, I'm hiding from the law;

While he's running free, I'm behind bars;

I wanna be saved, wanna be changed.

"Beautiful," I murmured to her.

She gave a breathtaking smile, leaning forward to press her lips to mine. An exquisite creation, God's perfect handiwork.

"My angel," I breathed in a whispering sigh.

"My Major, my protector, my love," she whispered in a soft reply.

A genuine smile crossed my features. I pressed my lips harder to hers'. My hand cradled her face, the guitar disappearing in an instant, Bella's petite form taking its place. Her legs fell on either side of mine, her chest close to mine. So close, her heart coursing through me, every vibration a pass of blood in her system. A wonderful background to a midnight duet on a snowy, white, winter night. With loving her as I did in that instant, her gentle giggle as my fingers danced up her ribs then, I reminisced about a day long ago. One that I often thought about as I was healing, and she was just an angel waiting to gain her wings. I pulled her close, tight against my chest as I worshiped her lips with my own, smiling against them with the memories that came flooding back.

My thoughts broke as her body shook against mine lightly as she giggled when the fish began to nip at our toes. To her it would feel like the barest of touches, but my sensitive skin picked it up more; it felt incredibly odd, but her small giggle was an exquisite sound that I loved to hear.

She turned her head towards me slightly and gasped just as my senses picked up to the maximum.

"Jasper," she whispered, "look." She slowly lifted her hand out of the water to point to the bank.

Turning my head, I saw a doe. Her brown eyes appraised us curiously, but there was no fear which surprised me immensely. Normally, animals picked up a bad vibe when in close proximity to a vampire, but she did not move from her spot.

"She's beautiful," Bella whispered.

To my surprise, she loosened my arms, swimming away slowly. The brown doe watched Bella as she walked up onto the bank. Bella's steps were measured and precise, barely making enough sound for my ears to pick up. Bella managed to get a foot and a half away from the animal with the doe still not moving. She raised her hand slowly as to not frighten the animal, moving just a little closer. My curiosity grew as the animal continued to stare at her, not even minding Bella's hand. Her fingertips softly brushed the doe's cheek before she settled her hand on the side of its face, stroking the fur gently. To my surprise, the doe leaned into Bella's touch.

Bella gave a small smile and pulled away. The doe backed away slowly, keeping its eyes on Bella. When the animal reached the edge of the forest, it turned and took off. I stared at Bella, slightly shocked that she could accomplish such a thing. Bella turned to me with a wonderful smile before jumping back into the water. Joy and happiness surrounded us.

She swam over to me. I pulled her close so I could kiss her warm, supple lips. We both smiled into the kiss a second before she deepened the kiss. I could not hold in a soft groan as her tongue brushed against mine for just a second. I could taste her. She was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. She was wonderful.

My girl was absolutely amazing, and I would love her forever. I would never let her go. (We Will Never Hurt Again-Chapter 8)

I have kept that final promise to myself ever since. And I don't regret any of it.

More memories.

The final note hung for a moment. I looked up at Bella as stared at me. I moved the guitar away as I waited for her reaction. A few tears slipped down her cheeks.

Her arms were around my neck so fast it could have rivaled a vampire. Her soft lips pressed all over my face. She whispered I love you between everyone. I wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her so she straddled me. I pulled her face to mine and pressed my lips against hers. She moaned, which I met with my own, and deepened the kiss. I pushed my tongue against hers as I flew to my room.

I released her and dropped her on the bed lightly. I crawled up to her, and she pulled me close by the front of my shirt. Our lips met and her trembling fingers undid the buttons of my shirt. She pushed away from my shoulders, breaking the kiss to marvel at my chest as I traced kisses down her neck. Her hands weaved into my hair as she directed my lips back down to hers. I reached down and gripped the bottom of her shirt, pulling away from the kiss. I stared into her eyes, asking.

Are you sure? (We Will Never Hurt Again- Chapter 11)

I never admitted it, but I was asking her that question as much as I was asking myself. After being hurt like I was, the idea of creeping into a new adventure, a new relationship, a new forever was as daunting to me as I'm sure it was to her. Yet, we made it. We blossomed. Now, I held no fear. She was mind as I was hers'. Forever, as we often promised one another.

With every touch passed between us, every breath, every gasp, the memories crowded me. I could have stopped them, but I felt starved to them. I very rarely thought of my past, any part of my past for that matter. Suddenly, though, all I wanted to think about was my Angel and every amazing moment with her that stood out in my mind.

Another memory…

"Forever," I whispered in his ear.

Suddenly, his smiled at me and rolled down his window. I pushed away from him, laughing as the rain fell into the car.

He leaned out the window slightly. He was still driving perfectly, though, so I was okay with it.

"I've got forever with Bella Swan!" he yelled out.

I died out laughing, holding my stomach. He rolled the window back up, smiling like Emmett when he plays a good prank. I lifted my feet to the seat and raised my arm to push on his shoulder.

"I was trying to be serious," I joked.

He chuckled. "No, my dear, what I did was extremely serious," he stated seriously.

I shook my head and looked up. If he could flood the car, so could I. I opened up the sunroof and lifted onto my knees so my head, shoulders, chest, and arms were out. I could hear Jasper laughing loudly.

"I've got forever with Jasper Whitlock!" I screamed with my head tilted back so that the rain soaked my face and hair. I dropped back into the seat and closed the window. Jasper was still chuckling.

"No, my dear, what I did was extremely serious." I winked.

He smiled and grabbed my hand. "I love you," he smirked, "even though you're crazy."

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "I love you," I copied him, "even though you always have to make a joke."

We both laughed. Forever like this. How much better could it get?

Unfortunately, I would have to wait and find out. On the bright side, the wait would be extremely worth it. I looked at my happy man. Yes, totally worth it. (We Will Never Hurt Again- Chapter 15)

She told me every thought. Every single one. That was one of my best moments. Acting like the world was beneath us. We could not be touched. We were still there. I live for those moments. I live for her. I protect her as I always have. Love her. I smiled widely. An impossibly missed memory coming to the forefront, staining my brain with Technicolor…

I turned and took the ring from Carlisle's hand. I turned back to my beautiful bride and smiled as her deep brown eyes met mine.

I breathed in and out quietly before speaking. "I am standing here, right now, asking myself when I am going to finally wake up. The truth is that I hope I never do." She smiled at her hidden knowledge of the fact that I could not sleep as her eyes glistened. "Every day I look at you and wonder what happened in my life to have an angel by my side every moment the sun is up and the moonshines. I may never know the answer, but some things are best left unsolved. I hold you close, feel your heartbeat, and I am home. Every time you speak, giggle, smile, I know that I have found the perfect woman with perfect imperfections." She giggled lightly as quiet laughter rang throughout our audience. My smile widened. "I look into your eyes, and, as cliché as it sounds, I know that I can see your soul." My voice grew softer as I got lost into her eyes. My words were all for her, and they all rang true. I reached up and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Its pure gold and I know that it will always stay that way."

Everything was silent for a moment.

"Jasper?" Angela's father prodded.

I looked down at the ring and held it at the tip of her finger. "With this ring, I promise to take care of you, hold you close, and love you for as long as we both shall live."

I pushed the ring onto her finger. We stared at the glistening gold band as the diamonds caught the light. Her engagement ring rested on her right hand. Her wedding ring was made of a solid gold band with a 24 caret diamond in the center with two smaller diamonds on each side. She smiled softly as her eyes met mine.

"Isabella, please, take the ring and speak your vows, "the priest said.

She turned from me and took the ring from Esme, holding my left hand the whole time. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the pure honesty resting there. I knew it would soon transpire into her words.

"There have been moments in my life where I have questioned the things I've done, the things I do, and I know I will be questioning myself in the future, but if there's one thing that I never wonder about, it's you, Jasper." I could feel the venom gathering in my eyes as her words melted over my still heart. She smiled, and I could do nothing by reciprocate the gesture. "I could be on this Earth with you for eternity, and it would still not be enough time to really show you the love you deserve to be shown. You protect, cherish, and love me every day. You respect me and show me you care as often as you can. I will be by your side every moment and will never let you go."

She looked down at our hands as she placed the ring at the tip of my finger. Her eyes rose and bore into mine as her love hit me head on. I was drowning in it. It would have been an incredible way to die; lost in her love.

"With this ring, I promise to take of you, hold you close, and love you for as long as we both shall live." She pushed the gold band onto my finger.

I saw the priest smile from the corner of my eye, tears sparkling in his eyes. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the newly wedded Mr. and Mrs. Jasper Cullen. Jasper, you may kiss your bride."

Bella and I smiled at one another as I cradled her face in my hands. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, and it was the sweetest kiss I had ever experienced. It was full of love and happiness, and I relished in it. I relished in Bella, in my wife, the woman I love. Cheers erupted around his, and Bella's hands gripped my wrists slightly. I smiled into the kiss before we pulled away from one another. I wrapped her in my arms a moment before she turned to get her bouquet. As everyone stood for us, I scooped Bella up into my arms, pulling her close to my chest. She laughed happily as I made my way down the aisle with her in my arms. (We Will Never Hurt Again-Chapter 19)

The happiest day of my long existence, my long life. No, the beginning of my new life, a life that I was more than grateful for and will work to hold dear. As I do with her. Our lives, intertwined in bliss.

Jasper's POV

I could hear every single sound, every word, and every breath. I wanted to yell, scream:

I'm okay! I'm fine!

But my strength was still not up to par for that. God, why? I smell the venom tears that cannot fall from her eyes. Why must I not be allowed to comfort my beloved? A sick joke, I assure you. I despised it. Someone's humor obviously does not mix with mine in good choreography; polar opposites in the entirety of the whole observation. I was silent, still; an observer to a broken being that is well-versed in hope and strength. When she goes down, you know the rest of us will soon follow after with the deepest drop in history.

"It's going to take a few days, Eleazar has said," an angel's voice whispered close by. "But why? Why can't you just open your eyes? Even without a voice, a simple touch, I wish to see your eyes. They show life. I have to see that within you, Jasper. You're breathing is no longer a trace of it with me. I need to see you with you looking back at me."

A whimper passed over my senses, my body vibrating as my sanity was screwed over the thoughtful edge. A mountainous region within myself. Just like a rollercoaster. Grasping that thought, I imagined that my Darlin' and I were on the exact same spiraling path. I needed her touch, which she gave, but she needed my life in proof that I was truly here with her. I had to give that to her.

With every fiber of my being, I pushed scratched, bled venom from the inside out. My mind closing up and opening again in a closing and widening tunnel motion. The black haze melted away, light taking its place, simple shadows fading in, dimly at first. Feathering too lightly, transferring to unmasked edges. The edges melted into colors which soon melted into shapes. Though I wish to say that my eyes were now open, I'm afraid they are not. I was imagining things.

I could picture everything; their faces, their home, her face. Only, that was not what I saw at all. I saw bodies yet no faces. I saw shapes, yet none that emanated safety. I was granted with a dark, dank room and the sound of clinking chains. The scent of death, venom, and something indescribably sweet but burning was in the air around me. The area of forbidden, I could tell, hidden from any wandering eye.

So familiar.

I hated the familiarity, despised it. It should burn in hell. As should those that gave me that vision, took me to that place, shredded my clean vision with that scene, hid me from the one I promised to never leave or hide from. I sent all of my power out and surrounded myself in it with every breath that passed my love's lips, every movement. I shook within myself at that the storm that raged within me.

The grotesque vision went away, darkness taking over again as I forced myself to calm and create a working flow to get myself where I needed to be, see what I needed to see. I was going home.

The darkness morphed under bright light. Shapes grew and weaved in and out of one another, passing across my gaze with a beauty I relished in. The shapes passed over, coming to definite stops, sharp lines perfecting and shading themselves. The shapes then filled with colors of the spectrum, stunning me with their brilliance. Tables, chairs, a ceiling, bright lights. Yet, all of those things paled in comparison to what my gaze rested on above anything else. An angel with shimmering golden eyes, mahogany hair, a face that anyone could envy and plump red lips that I wanted to explore, find their secrets. She was gorgeous, stunning. A pure work of art. She was mine.

"Jasper?" the angel asked.

I looked across her face in reply, inspecting her eyes from one side to another. I found her, my wife. My girl. She smiled in a sigh, her breathing strangled slightly as tears sparkled in her eyes. Her lips pressed against mine slowly, quickly moving away. I felt my cheeks move, the ghost of a smile playing there as her hands cradled my face.

"You're okay," Bella gasped, an airy giggle passing her lips. "We will all be okay."

I blinked in confirmation. I did not have enough strength to speak, for which I was sure. I would be okay, as would my family. My Darlin' and I would be back to our normal pattern in no time. But before, I could feel her itch for revenge, murderous as it were. A complete turn-on if I was not in the state I was, if I do say so myself. Honestly, I felt the same way.

We would handle whatever came next together. We would not fail.

We would never be parted. Again.

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