It's time, it's time! Halloween for Bella and Jasper! So, as usual, everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I just like to play with the characters. Beta-ing done by the wonderful EdwardsMate4Ever.

WARNING - This story features the Cullens acting like traditional vampires.

Dark and Stormy Night. – Chapter 3

We said we'd wait for him," the tall one growled.

"Yeah, well I'm ready now," the big guy said with a chuckle.

Bella got her pepper spray ready in her other hand. Would it be enough for both of them? Before she had a chance to find out, she heard a sound like a roar from the forest. Had they attracted a bear?

Suddenly she was smashed back against the tree by someone she didn't see coming. She was so startled she dropped her pepper spray. The newcomer had his back to her, one hand gripping her wrist, holding her in place behind him. She realized he was the one making that growling sound. But could that noise really be coming from a man? She put one hand out and touched his back, feeling it rumble under her hand.

The growl increased. Yep, it was definitely coming from him.

"Hey, man," the big guy said, "we waited. Sheriff's daughter, you know?"

"Stay back, Emmett," said the redhead. "We need to get out of here, now."

Emmett. His name was Emmett. I'm going to get out of this and report his ass.

"Why? Share and share alike," Emmett said, sounding puzzled.

With a roar, the newcomer released Bella and charged Emmett, leaving her so suddenly that she staggered forward.

Once she regained her balance, Bella turned and ran for the car. Behind her, she heard a crash, like two stones being crashed together . She didn't pause to look back as she was almost to the car.

Just as she reached the car, two shadowy figures appeared in front of it. Women. What were they doing here? Would they help her?

One had short black hair, and the other had brown hair that was nearly caramel in color. The brunette gave her a friendly smile and waved her closer. "Are you OK?" she asked.

The one with the short black hair said, "Esme, stay away."

In a flash, the blond man reappeared from the darkness, shoved Bella back from the car, and grabbed the brunette by her neck. He lifted the woman so high that her feet dangled in the air.

"She wasn't going to hurt her," the black-haired woman said. "Carlisle will be furious if you tear off her head again. Put her down! Look, she's OK, see?" she continued, gesturing toward Bella.

The man turned toward Bella, still clutching the brunette by the throat. As he gazed at Bella, his expression softened from rage to something else. But whatever it was, at least it didn't look terrifying like the other two.

He stepped toward her, releasing the brunette, who fell to the ground then touched her throat, stroking it as if to feel if it was OK.

"Bella, right? Is that your name?" said the black-haired girl.

"Yes," she said. "I'm Bella Swan, Charlie Swan's daughter. My Dad's the Sheriff of Forks."

"How nice for you both," the black-haired girl replied. "Bella, this is Jasper. Jasper, say hi."

Jasper didn't say anything. He just stared at her, hungrily. Hungry for something, Bella couldn't tell what.

But now she had a name. She knew from Charlie that the police used names when dealing with suspects. It was supposed to calm them down. And if the victim had a name, it was supposed to make it harder for people to hurt them.

Before she could try talking to him, a second blond man appeared. What was with all these people out here in the woods tonight?

The newcomer crouched in front of the brunette who was still sitting on the ground, his arms spread open in a u-shape in front of him, hands and fingers tensed, and the expression on his face feral.

"Carlisle, it appears Jasper has found her," said the girl with the spiky black hair.

The blond stared at Bella and Jasper. Recognition of some kind flashed behind his eyes, and he relaxed and nodded. He half turned, pulling the brunette into his arms, sniffing at her hair, then sniffing his way down her neck, turning the woman in his arms so that he could still see Jasper.

Weird and creepy, thought Bella, but if they are concerned with one another, it's another minute I have to think.

"But you should check on Emmett," the spiky haired girl continued.

The man appeared to have finished his exam, so he and the two women slipped around Jasper, giving him a wide berth, leaving Bella alone with him.

Jasper now stood directly in front of Bella. Seeing him now in the car headlights, she could see that he was exceptionally handsome, tall and lean, with a shaggy mane of blond hair. He reached forward, touching her cheek. For some reason, she didn't feel afraid. He leaned down and took her injured hand in his. Jasper turned it over, examining the blood on it. He lifted it to his lips and slowly, luxuriously licked it, then turned it back to her. The blood was gone, and the cut seemed to have turned to a white line.

"What? How?" she asked.

He just smiled and pulled her closer. She looked up and saw his eyes were red. Must be a trick of the light. She could feel the hard length of his body up against hers, and the hard length of something else pressed against her stomach. She gasped and pushed back slightly.

He touched her lips with his fingers then stroked her eyes and hair as he pulled her back against him.

He looked down at her and murmured a single word: "Mine."

She felt hypnotized by those eyes as they came closer and closer. "Yours," she whispered back.

He tilted her head back and sniffed his way down her neck. She wasn't really surprised when she felt the sharp bite and felt him begin to pull at her blood.

Somehow, it felt right. Somehow, and then things started to fade. She felt dizzy and her knees felt weak. As she started to fall, he kept her upright by pulling her body tightly against his. "Mine," she heard him say again as she started to slip away. She felt her body being shifted and a sharp pain at one wrist and then the other. "Yours," she responded again, but she was so weak she wasn't sure whether he heard her.

Then a small prickling began in her neck and wrists, a prickle that turned into a blaze that quickly began to consume her. Even as she writhed in pain, she realized it was burning away her humanity, and she could only wonder what it was transforming her into.

Something like him, she hoped.

THE END.

So this was a scary one! And Jasper barely speaks…

Hope you're enjoying the stories so far and having a great October.

Please leave a review, and I'll send a preview of the next story, Cookie Jar, to all reviewers.

Just two stories left, and then Jasper's POV of the final story.

Wore my Team Jasper t-shirt today! (Hooray for Café Press.)