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EXTRA. P.S: I LOVE YOU

(or JASPER'S LETTERS)

I checked my watch for the thirty-fifth time in less than three minutes, not even looking up when I heard the bathroom door slide open. Everything about it was unfamiliar; the weight of the footsteps, the sound of the fabric worn, the scent.

Not my Maddy.

"Well, she certainly wasn't exaggerating when she said I would know you when I saw you."

I blinked slowly, deliberately, as my gaze shifted to the old woman who had just stepped out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry?" I asked slowly, thoughts buzzing through my mind at the implications of her statement.

Clearly, Maddy set her to approach me, no human would dare to otherwise, but why?

"And polite, too. You do make a very good match," the woman chuckled, blue-grey eyes twinkling in mischief.

Was it perhaps wrong of me to feel a sudden sense of dread growing at this unexpected turn of events?

"Did my Maddy talk to ya about me, ma'am?"

"Oh yes," she smiled, "told me to pass on a message, to tell you she'd return as soon as she can and to wait for her order at the Taproom."

"What?" I barely heard myself over my now panicked thoughts, though the stranger seemed to hear me just fine.

"Your Maddy must have got you good, young man. There's a second exit in that bathroom, she's probably not even at the airport anymore. I'd suggest checking that order out if you want to get to her as soon as possible."

Don't panic. Think. Keep a low profile. I took a deep breath, clamping down on my emotions tightly.

"Thanks for passing the message, ma'am, and the tip," I gave the old woman a polite nod even as my hand reached at a quick human speed for the phone in my pocket.

"Go on, young man," the woman chuckled, "I can easily tell you're dying to chase after her." I could only spare her a grateful nod before turning sharply on my heel and speed texting the family as I steered towards the Taproom, determined to find out what my stubborn kitten was up to.

It was far too easy a conclusion to make that Maddy had pulled a self sacrificing move. Again.

The dangerous stunts she keeps pulling are the reasons I find it hard to believe her whenever she proclaims herself selfish so proudly. Cute, but wildly inaccurate. Also extremely infuriating.

Why did my mate have to be so devoted to her family and intent on sacrificing herself for them? Right, because those are the qualities I had to find highly attractive in a mate.

I distinctly remember telling her we'd be having words over her continued recklessness back in Forks. Damn girl manages to distract me every time we're alone with just those damnable gorgeous verdant eyes.

"You must be Jasper!"

My head snapped to a young waitress and I realized I'd made it to the Seattle Taproom while I was daydreaming about my kitten.

"Wow, I thought she was exaggerating when she said to wait for the hottest guy I'd ever seen!" The waitress blurted, slapping a hand over her mouth and flushing.

"Let me guess," I sighed, unable to hold my anger at Maddy very long, "she snuck ya a note when we passed by earlier."

"Yep!" The waitress giggled. "Did it in a sly move worthy of a secret agent movie when you weren't paying attention. I didn't get a good look at you before but I can see now why she was so confident I would still recognize you."

"Did she ask you to give me a message of some kind?" I asked, gritting my teeth in silent frustration.

"Yeah, it's with the order she placed, in an envelope. Don't worry I didn't read it! It should be waiting by the bar."

I could only nod silently as I spotted the abandoned tray of food, a lone white envelope propped by it, and went over immediately.

Sealed. Worn. Saturated in her scent. I scowled. She'd obviously been planning this for longer than a couple weeks. I cut open the top with an impatient fingernail, taking out the folded paper and quickly reading the short letter.

'First off, please don't be angry about the whole fried chicken/southern guy joke I pulled'

I gave another deliberate blink as I actually registered what it was she ordered. Fried chicken. There was even a bottle of Tabasco sauce beside it. Despite the situation, I scoffed before returning to the letter.

'though that's probably not why you're angry.' Damn right it ain't! 'That's irrelevant though.' Excuse me?! 'By now you've probably figured out I flew the coop and are itching to come after me. I'm sorry to inform you that I'm not going to make it easy for you just yet. I swear I'm not suicidal, but I trust that you'll trust me to lead you down the rabbit hole, navigate Wonderland, and get me back safe (this is not a pun on Alice's name.) Grab Tweedle-dee and Dum if you want (sorry Rosalie) and wait for the king of hearts before getting further instructions. Love, Maddy. P.S. Doesn't it seem like I'm holding myself hostage? (;p)

Conflicting emotions raged in me at the simple letter. Amusement, exasperation, worry, anger. How could she make light of the danger she's in?

"Would that make me Dee or Dum?" I scowled at Emmett's chosen announcement of arrival, having approached silently just to read over my shoulder. "What do you think, babe?"

"Dum. Definitely Dum," she sneered without bite.

"May I?" I wordlessly handed the letter to Carlisle.

"Why are you here?" I questioned, having expected him to stay behind in Forks.

"I suppose my intuition got the better of me," he replied as he sped through the letter. "I had a feeling I may be needed here and with Victoria taken care of and Alice having run off, I felt that Edward and Esme alone would be sufficient to protect Charlie and Isabella for the moment." He frowned thoughtfully at the paper, examining it. "There's a hotel address and room number on the back."

"Ohhh! Treasure hunt?!" Emmett asked excitedly.

"Let's just go already! The more we waste time talking, the longer it'll be until we reach Maddy," Rosalie scowled, just as upset as I over Maddy's stunt.

"Rosalie is right, we must reach her," Carlisle agreed. Before it's too late, left unspoken, hung heavy in the air.


It took half a minute after we entered the hotel room for Emmett to speak into the tense silence.

"So does anyone have any idea what we're supposed to be doing here?"

"How long was his silence, Jasper?" Rosalie questioned me flatly.

"Thirty one point six seconds," I returned in the same flat tone.

"You have to admit that it is far longer than we expected it to be," Carlisle added with mild humor.

"Hey!" Emmett started indignantly, but before he could go on a dramatic tirade our attention snapped to the sound of a human stopping at our door. The knock came next.

"Special delivery, room service!"

"And that would likely be what we're waiting for," Rosalie commented dryly, not getting up from where she sat, clearly stating without words she would not be the one getting the door.

Emmett, being the well trained monkey he was, did instead, which suited me just fine as I was more likely to traumatize whatever human was behind that door with the intensity of my expression and posture alone and I had no patience left to regulate either considering the situation.

At least Carlisle would be there to assuage the initial fear most have of Emmett because of his bulk. I ignored the pleasantries and chatting, intent on the unusual sound coming from underneath the cover of whatever the hotel worker had brought in.

Catching my unblinking stare at the cart he had just delivered, the boy nervously spoke up.

"Oh, don't worry about it being dangerous or anything! The sound is just from the sparklers Miss Swan requested we add!" When I failed to respond, the worker fidgeted and chose to make a hasty retreat. "Well, I'll just leave you and your family to it then. I hope you enjoy your stay!" He blathered, nearly tripping over himself to escape the room full of vampires.

I wasted no time removing the lid from the tray as soon as the door shut behind the insignificant boy, finding myself once again blinking slowly in disbelief at the sight I found.

Emmett, of course, burst out laughing. I chose to ignore the prop on the tray for a moment and instead picked up the fancy note card and read through it quickly.

'I clicked my heels together three times, but these stayed behind with my wizard. Mind bringing them back to me?'

Why did Maddie always find a way to bring about the human urge to rub my temples as if I had a headache? Vampires don't get headaches, but with the stunts Maddie pulls, she's the closest anyone's ever gotten to causing one.

"We're going to her house." I flipped the card to show them the address she wrote on the back.

"First Alice in Wonderland, now Wizard of Oz?" Rosalie rose a brow at the glittery red heels bordered by little sparkler candles. "She's in serious danger and she still went out of her way to theme the clues we need to get to her? There is something seriously wrong in her head," she scowled, crossing her arms.

"Wrong?! You mean awesome! Funnest way to psyche us up before we rip apart that hunter!" Emmett defended Maddy with a grin.

"We're wasting time," I hissed, sliding open the window facing an alley with a fire escape conveniently there.

"Sweet! We're gonna sneak out the window like those super spy movies!" Emmett snickered, making a low growl escape my throat at how similar his statement was to what that waitress had said about Maddy's note-passing skills at the airport.

I did not have the time nor patience for this nonsense anymore and if Maddy thought the levity of her notes would make me less angry at her decision to put herself in such terrible danger, especially without telling me, then she was very sorely mistaken.


Her scent when we broke into her childhood home was still very fresh, minutes old, as if I could expect her to walk in the door looking startled at our presence then sheepish because of the little chase she put us through.

I brushed aside my useless imaginings and nearly broke the counter to grab the note I spotted, far less concerned with watching my strength and speed than I was with getting Maddy back already.

When I read the short, hastily written note, I felt like someone had tossed ice water on my fervently working brain.

A simple address of a dance studio nearby and two words.

'Please hurry.'

I dropped the damn note like it was on fire and wasted no time haulin' ass to the address provided, not carin' to give an explanation to the startled cries of my coven, not daring to slow down to allow them to catch up. There was no time for that. And there was no way I was gonna waste any more time getting to her.

Maddy didn't add any themes or embellishments to the note. Her writing was hasty, sloppy, as if written with a shaking hand. Most importantly though, when I took in her scent again, I noticed in it the faint, syrupy tinge of fear and it grew stronger the closer we got to our destination.

The sounds coming from that direction, now that I had a place to focus, were even more damning and would haunt the rest of my eternity.

"Give the bitch a grammy." Choked, pained voice, glass crushed underfoot. A sudden impact, clean snap, a pained cry forcibly swallowed. An agonized hiss.

A dark chuckle. "Your cheek in the face of death continues to amuse me, but I admit to being a bit peeved that you're not showing more of the fear you're feeling. No sobbing, no shrieking, no running."

Underneath all the terror and concern and anger, I could feel the grim pride they all felt for Maddy and her defiance, only for it to drown soon after as we kept listening.

A sigh, a shriek of pain. And anger.

I could feel it now. Why the fuck was it taking so long to get there?! I snarled in frustration.

"I suppose I'll have to try a little harder with you, but it is half the fun. Would you like to have your mate swear vengeance upon me?" A prompt. Hopeful, eager, excited.

This sick mother fucker! I snarled again, a bit louder this time, but still not loud enough to catch the hunter's attention. Obviously, he was quite absorbed with what was in front of him. A fallacy of those like him. A weakness I would happily take advantage of.

"He's so dead," Emmett scowled, for once unable to keep his usual cheer.

"He hardly needs the encouragement with how monumental a dic-" a loud smack, harsh impact. Shattering glass and the siren's call of sweet, fresh blood. Too much blood.

"He's deader than dead," Rosalie screeched, no doubt looking an avenging angel, but I didn't care. I was falling to my own rage, unable to hold it back any longer in the face of what my senses were forced to process.

Done being patient, I took off from the sidewalk, feeling it splinter beneath my feet as I leapt straight through a window leading to where I knew Maddy to be.

The scene I came upon was something straight out of my worst nightmare. Maddy, laying limp, broken, and bleeding, barely conscious, against the shattered mirror wall, a thirsty red eyed vampire lunging at her neck as she fell to her side, a futile last ditch effort to save herself.

"Madeleine, no!" I gave a vicious growl, near roar, as I used my momentum to tackle James away from her, using his shock as an opportunity to rip his arm from his shoulder as we skid across the floor.

His unnatural high keening and the echoes of his inhuman pain brought me right back to the blood wars and I relished in it, the major, the monster in me finding a visceral joy in his suffering the likes of which I have never craved before. Not even the deepest hatred I had ever felt for Maria could compare to the dark loathing I felt for James in this instant.

Irritated at his vocal cries of pain and sensing he was starting to think beyond it, I began the well practiced process of dismantling him piece by piece just as I had done to Maria's enemies all those years ago, newborn or otherwise.

His keening cut off so suddenly, he had no time to understand just when I had rent his head from his body, embedding it in the ground with one foot as I tore him over and over and over again until he was no longer recognizable as anything but shattered marble, scattering bits of him across the room to prevent his regeneration for the moment.

Expunged of my hatred with the death of my target, like a switch flipped, I was overcome with fear as I rushed to my hurt little dove's side.

"Maddy, darlin'! Maddy, please listen to me, dove!" I begged, hands gouging out pieces of the floor beneath as I resisted the urge to touch her, too afraid I would hurt her worse in the state I was in. "Carlisle!" I roared, anger and agony coursing through me as I took in all she felt and dulled what I could, urging her to consciousness as carefully as I was able. "Maddy, come on darlin', don't quit on me now!" I demanded.

Cautious and knowing as he was, my coven leader had only been waiting for my permission to approach, knowing better than to rush in when my instincts were battling for dominance over my actions.

He carefully prodded at the wound on her head to examine it. Pain. It opened the floodgates to the rest of it, bringing her back to full awareness. She cried out, gasping, forced out of the numb oblivion.

"Maddy!" I grit my teeth, my eyes darting around, helpless to do much besides feel along with her. Already Emmett and Rosalie had placed James' remains in a metal bin brought from an alley to start the fire.

"She's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep," Carlisle calmly informed me. "Watch out for her leg, it's broken."

A guttural snarl of rage escaped my throat, lips curling above my teeth.

He turned his attention to her bruised side, bringing that pain to the forefront, some of my instincts settling when I caught scent of the burning vampire corpse behind me.

"Some ribs, too, I think," Carlisle observed clinically. I barely registered his words, attention sharply focused on Maddy's emotions when she felt a sudden, new scalding pain that was overshadowing everything else, but from where? She was littered with injuries.

"Jazz," she rasped, heavy and slow, barely understandable.

"Madeleine, you're gonna be fine. Ya hear me, Maddy? Yer gonna be fine." All I could give her now was weak platitudes and it burned at my chest something fierce.

"Jasper," she tried again, her voice a bit clearer this time. This time, I could clearly hear a sense of urgency in her tone absent in her emotions, likely anything else she was feeling was eclipsed by the pain.

"I'm here, darlin'," I murmured, brushing aside some locks pasted to her skin, dyed red and staining my fingertips the same familiar color. Never had blood been so unappetizing to me since my change.

"Hurts," she croaked.

"I know, darlin', it's gotta" - my gaze snapped to Carlisle then - "don't ya got somethin' ta help?"

"My bag, please... Hold your breath, Rosalie, it will help," Carlisle promised, having noticed her coming to hover the same as I had.

"Rose?" Maddy huffed in surprise.

"She's here, we all are. You led us on a merry chase," Carlisle murmured soothingly.

"My shoulder," she gasped.

"Your shoulder, little dove?" I asked softly, suspecting just why the pain she was going through felt familiar, but unwilling to make the connection just yet.

"It's burning!" She shouted hoarsely, her eyes finally shuttering open completely but blood dripping mercilessly over her lids and lashes.

"Carlisle," I urged him to check.

"My shoulder! Fuck, it hurts!" she cried as the burning strengthened and, more alarmingly, spread.

"Carlisle! Her shoulder!"

"He bit her." Carlisle's voice was no longer calm, he was appalled, angry almost.

I could do nothing but snarl in outrage at the confirmation of our worst fears.

"You've got this, Jasper." It was Rosalie's voice, she had shifted to kneel a safe distance beside me, shocking me when she brushed at the blood dripping in Maddy's eyes.

"It's too soon!" I hissed. And there was no way either Maddy or I would be happy about her being turned by a vampire not part of our coven.

"It...there may be a chance," Carlisle hesitated to voice.

"Anything," I breathed, desperate for any solution he had available.

"See if you... can suck the venom back out. The wound is fairly clean." As Carlisle spoke, he began to expertly sew the wound on her scalp together. The pain of it was lost in face of the burning venom.

"Will that work?" Rosalie's voice was strained.

"I don't know," Carlisle said. "But we have to hurry."

"I..." I had never been the most stable of our coven when it came to thirst, I had never needed the restraint before the shift in diet and now I was expected accomplish this near impossible feat. They sounded so sure, but Carlisle's doubt was like a poison feeding my insecurity, even Rosalie and Emmett held a fragment of uncertainty under all their confidence in me. Carlisle noticed my hesitation.

"Jasper, it's your decision, either way. I can't help you. I have to get this bleeding stopped here if you're going to be taking blood from her shoulder."

Maddy convulsed in the grip of the the torturous venom, the movement flaring up the sickening pain in her broken leg.

"Jasper!" she cried, her blurred gaze locked on my face, eyes becoming amazingly focused and clear for one infinte moment. "Trust," was all she rasped.

And she did. Good lord, she did. Beyond the waves of agony, all I could feel from her was an unwavering, untainted trust, and endless love. For me, only me, always me.

My teeth ground together, angry I had nearly allowed my own weakness to stop me from helping my love, my mate, my reason to live.

"Rosalie, get something to brace her leg!" Carlisle was shocked when I shouted the command as he continued working on her head, my hesitation replaced by a steely determination. I moved to hover over her, tearing the fabric over her shoulder carefully, wasting no more time and placing my fangs in the two shallow cuts where James' teeth were redirected by both her actions and my own.

And suddenly, her pain worsened. She brokenly shrieked and convulsed against the cool hands that held her down as I kept a precarious balance over my emotions, infusing as much disgust as I could to my act to make it easier to pull away when I needed to but not enough to pull away entirely, too early. Regardless of how much distaste I made myself feel, though, the underlying euphoria her ambrosial flavor brought me could never be completely erased, would never be forgotten.

I half listened in as Rosalie tried to sooth my little dove, waiting countless eternities for the taste of her blood to flow into my mouth untainted by his disgusting venom. It felt as if every second that passed, I was draining more of her life away. My own venom burned at my unblinking eyes, the tingling sensation something that only happened to those vampires being overcome by despair or sorrow, a mocking reminder of the tears our kind were no longer able to shed.

Then, slowly, Maddy's convulsions died as her shoulder grew more and more numb. Her pain was dulling, her natural wounds likely feeling numb in the face of the inhuman agony she had just been confronted with.

I quickly retracted my fangs from her injury as soon as the first drop of clean blood touched my palate, only daring one last lick to the wound to lap up the remnants of my own venom, watching intently in morbid fascination as the two shallow cuts closed rapidly and quickly formed two perfect, parallel silver scars reminiscent of the ones that littered my own skin, if only smaller and more clean.

I felt her awareness slipping as the burning of the venom faded from her scattered thoughts. I let loose a relieved sigh as she smiled wanly up at me.

"Jasper," she whispered breathlessly, little to no volume in it, but we heard.

"I'm here, darlin'," I croaked, voice barely recognizable as human, still struggling to repress the sated feeling having her blood in my system brought me.

"Gold star," she shuddered, a small smirk twitching at the edge of her smile.

"Thank ya, darlin'," I huffed disbelievingly at her remark, though a smile reluctantly tugged at my own lips.

"So proud - knew you could - love you," she mumbled, exhaustion finally seeping through her abused body. The emotions her few words brought me almost overwhelmed me, nearly eclipsing whatever struggles I had just been going through, making them seem so utterly insignificant in the face of my love's unquestionable faith and pride in me.

"Is it all out?" Carlisle asked quietly, though he knew, he needed verbal confirmation.

"Her blood tastes clean," I replied quietly. "I can taste the morphine." He had injected it sometime during our torture, though it did little to ease her pain until the venom was extracted from her.

"Trust him," Maddy pouted in Carlisle's general direction, getting a chuckle from him.

"My apologies." Leave it to her to defend me, even half unconscious and beaten bloody.

"Jazz," she called through the strengthening haze of the morphine.

"Yes?"

"Next time you're looming over me, sucking on my shoulder and making me scream," she huffed, "it better be - because you're giving me the best sex of my life."

I could only stare at Maddy in utter disbelief as Carlisle chuckled and Rosalie snorted with her own disbelief and amusement, Emmett's booming laughter sounding from somewhere outside where he had returned the metal bin now that it's purpose was fulfilled. I could only join them in seeing the humor, brushing my thumb gently over a bruised cheek.

"Agreed," I murmured. "I love you, darlin'."

"I know," she sighed with as much cheek as she could infuse under the circumstances, succeeding in making me chuckle weakly again. Only Maddy.

"Maddy?" Carlisle asked.

"Mmmn?" she hummed lazily, very ready to surrender to her growing fatigue.

"Where is your mother?"

"In Florida," she yawned. "It was a trap. Won't like the video he made. I'm sorry, Jasper. James was a dick." Her little nose twitched. "I smell gasoline." Emmett had spilled some on his jeans earlier in his haste, careless. Only now that the worst was over did he feel confident enough to approach.

"It's time to move her," Carlisle said.

"Nooo~! Sleepy time," Maddy managed to whine.

I chuckled again, adoringly. "I got ya, darlin'," I soothed, wasting no time carefully scooping her up in my arms, cradled protectively against my chest - she looked so much smaller, more fragile in her current state.

"Sleep, darlin', I got ya," were the last words she heard before I gently lulled her to a peaceful, deep slumber.


It took two thousand and thirty eight of Maddy's steady, resting, heart beats for me to work up the nerve to open the letter delivered by a mildly perplexed nurse, no doubt wondering over how the sender knew I'd specifically be here long enough to send a physical letter at all.

I took a deep breath, assuring myself of Maddy's warm, human scent, only tainted by the sterile smell of the hospital and the medicine in her system. I ripped the envelope open with little resistance, more intent on the feel of the thick parchment paper she wrote the letter on than unfolding it to read the words within.

Knowing Maddy, the letter was likely something along the Iines of a goodbye letter in case her plan went horribly wrong. As it was, watching the video that sick fucker had filmed was hard enough. I wasn't sure if I could handle what Maddy intended to be her final words for me, written or no.

But I had to know. If she knew what her death could - would do to me, then why pull this stunt at all? No, I knew why, from the beginning I knew, but that didn't make it any easier to accept her throwing herself in danger.

Determined now, I unfolded the letter in a blink and read.

Dear Jasper,

If you're reading this, I'm either dead or unconscious in the hospital. If it's the latter, I'm sure you're angry I wrote the former, but as a seer it's inconceivable to me not to have a contingency plan for every potential future I witness. But mostly, I didn't want to leave without giving a proper goodbye because you're worth so much more than that to me.

I know for a fact if I died you'll blame yourself and you may not have the strength to read my final words for many years to come, but I needed you to have physical proof that I don't blame you in the least and another voice among the, no doubt, many around you saying that it's not your fault.

On the off chance I happen to be alive: I am so sorry, but as I've said before, better the devil you know than the devil you don't. And with the unknown variable known as Alice mucking up my plans, I couldn't risk taking any chances and deviating from the only path I knew was most likely to end with me alive.

So! Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I have a few ground rules to lay out on the morbid chance I am, in fact, dead(which I solemnly hope is not the case.)

1) Don't you dare kill yourself. The consequences far outweigh the benefits. I hope you understand, if not now, eventually.

2) Don't blame Bella. She's not the cause of this incident. If anything, she's as much a victim as I am.

3) Don't kill Edward. As much as he deserves your anger (he's a li'l bitch), killing your brother is a little excessive. I also don't want to share his company any sooner than necessary so please refrain.

4) Find happiness again, whatever that means or may be. My death is not the end of everything.

I'll assume that you'll respect my wishes and follow my final words whenever you get around to reading this, otherwise I'll give you a serious tongue lashing when we meet again. So live, Jasper Nathan Whitlock, and next time we see each other I'll welcome you with open arms.

Forever yours,

Madeleine Hannah Swan

I had to put the letter aside for fear of tearing it under the storm of emotions I was struggling to control, that her letter brought upon me.

Making reasonable guesses as to what she wrote was one thing, but actually reading it in her own writing, in her own unique way of expressing herself, was another thing entirely. My little dove had no idea what she would have asked of me should she have died.

As it is, she's just recovering and I already went against two of her final wishes before I read the letter. I wasn't irrational enough to blame Isabella for a situation out of her control, but from my understanding of their lives thus far, she was a magnet for danger that only recently shifted to the supernatural. Grateful as I was for the girl's terrible luck to have brought my mate to me, her dragging my Maddy into these dangerous situations with her 'danger magnetism' was the last thing I wanted and I would have already gotten rid of the threat after that first incident in the parking lot if my Maddy didn't actually care about her sister. Even now, I was still debating the pros and cons of disposing of her discreetly, knowing that Maddy would eventually forgive me for my transgression should I choose to go through with it.

Then there was my plans to murder Mason after I found out the little fucker had run off with just the magnet in the baseball field, leaving Maddy to her martyr scheme of putting herself in her sister's place instead of taking her to safety as well, as he could very well had done. And instead of being grateful, he tries to turn our coven against my mate!

I took another deep breath, this time to allow Maddy's scent to calm the rage Mason sparked within me. Only for her. Maddy was the only reason I hadn't taught the boy a lesson already. By the same virtue of not wanting to hurt Maddy by hurting her loved ones, killing the brat wasn't a favorable option. A very appealing one certainly, but unfortunately impractical in many ways. Any lessons I wanted to teach the boy would also have to wait as I had no intention of giving Maddy anything less than my full devotion while she healed.

And there was also the very serious discussion Maddy and I would be having now that the worst was over.

All there was to do now was wait for her to wake up.


AN: Bet you didn't see this coming, did you? An extra chapter completely from Jasper's perspective bitches! *Ahem*, now that that's out of my system... I'm a bit anxious over this one as it's, obviously, not based off a chapter from the original story so I had no 'skeleton' or 'safety net' to work with, so to speak. I sincerely hope this at least stays within the standards of what I've written thus far, or something along those lines. I don't really know what I'm so nervous about, my editor seemed pretty happy with it so I just hope you'll all like it as well.

Anyway! As promised, a new chapter posted. And as always, thank you for the reads and please feel free to review. Til next time!,(=×=)/