We didn't reach our goal but I didn't want that to stop me from writing this story. My muse wouldn't hold up a couple of more days to see if the 12 turned to 15, so I ended up going ahead.

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Chapter 6: I Know A Truth You're Hiding

Jasper's POV

For the last three days, Bella and I picked up the same routine. Not that we cared anyways. As long as we were together and had each other, neither of us complained or grew tired of the repeating cycle.

I'd make love to her for half of the day in the back of the truck, enjoying the way she moaned my name and the way her hands roamed over my body and scars. Then, we'd go back to that peculiar vampire-orgy-lair as she called it, refuel our thirst with me having shots of mixed animal blood. . . and she drinking human, occasionally. Of course, leaving before that bell rang and everyone in the joint started busting out sexual moves. And for the rest of the night, we either drove around the slightly-deserted roads of Montana just talking or enjoying the silence of each others' company or raced through the forests in the night until the sun rose and the cycle repeated again.

But on the fourth day, that changed.

I tried to keep my eyes focused on the long stretch of road ahead of us as we drove in our deceased friend's yellow Hummer. But it so was hard with our mixed scents from previous sex still perfuming the air. And she kept her a hand placed on my thigh, softly rubbing me through my jeans.

It was impossible not to get a hard-on when she kept aimlessly stroking her soft finger tips over my thighs and then would slap her hand down and furiously rove her hand over my dick, eliciting a soft growl from me and making me want to pull the car over and love her with my body. She was doing this for about an hour straight as we drove down the Montana highway with a blank expression engraved in the features of her beautiful face; that was the reason why I didn't allow myself to come already because she looked like she wasn't even aware of what she was doing. She looked like she was trapped in her own thoughts.

I had to slow the truck down from our constant speed of sixty miles per hour to a slow forty due to the sudden on-going appearance of other drivers being on the roads.

That was where I decided to break our comfortable silence,

"Bella?"

She shifted her gaze off of the beige Sedan with scratched off paint doing murder on the road by driving agonizingly slow.

"Is there something wrong?" I looked at her, watching as her hand left my thigh and her plump lips formed a ferocious scowl.

"Men are so stupid." She mumbled, snapping her head away from my gaze and crossed her arms over her chest with a loud and unnecessary huff of air.

"Excuse me?" The confusion was clear in my tone because I had no idea what brought about her change of emotions. She went from being content to having a mixture of feelings that made me want to massage my temples from the ensuing migraine headache I was about to suffer.

Anger, sadness, apprehension, guilt, lust, fear– the list of negativities flowing through the bane of her core could go on and on.

"Men are so stupid!" She spat venomously, a low snarl emitting through her gritted teeth. Again, she would not face me and chose to stare out the window at the world passing us by as we drove on.

"Tell me," I heavily sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in utter annoyance at how impossibly slow this person was driving in front of us. Feeling angry at her for not comprehending to me well enough and at myself for not understand what the hell was going on, I punch the horn, beeping at the bastard behind the wheel of that ugly car. "What exactly is it that you want, Bella?!"

She only has her eyes peeled on the open pasture fields. "Tell me!" I yell. Okay, not directly at her, but towards her. . . you get the point. She still doesn't budge so I repeat myself, attempting to sound more cool and collected; if you could count nearly snapping my teeth and lowly growling out, "Tell me."

Bella's rosy lips form a tight, thin lie as a shrug plays on her shoulders. "Nothing." She simply said in a matter-of-fact tone.

This idiot was driving that thing so damn slow, so I maneuvered the big truck past him and cut him off, rolling down the window in one swift motion to flick him off once he decided it was acceptable to create an annoying symphony with dried up sounds coming from his beeping car horn.

"That's a lie." I say to the tight lipped brunette, taking my toe off of the pedal, instead slamming my foot down. The engine lets out a rumble and goes past fifty, increasing with each passing second. "Because I can feel it in you. I don't like when your emotions spike. Goes to happy to anxious to sad to guilty to regretful to whatever the hell else you want to mix up in there!"

"So let me ask you again, what is it that you want from me?! What do you want me to do?!"

We were zooming down the highway, at seventy-five.

"I want us. . ." She pauses, taking a deep breath. "to be human!"

I reached across her, opening the glove-compartment to take up a cigarette from the pack. I needed a smoke. Before I can even light, she snatches it from my mouth and tosses it out the open window with a desperate expression plastered on her face.

I sigh heavily, because. . . what could I do? What was there to say? She wanted me to be human?! Us, she said. I mentally corrected myself. But it couldn't be helped. "You know that's impossible..." I mutter, glancing at her for a brief second before turning to keep my eyes on the road.

"There has to be the way, Jasper." Bella quietly retorts, twiddling her thumbs. She was determined to see this through, but I couldn't.

"No, sugar. There's not'a way. Once you make the change. . . That's all there is to it. You're stuck like this," I gesture to me and then to her, "and it's for the rest of eternity unless you opt out."

I cringe at the brief feeling of Bella personally thinking about opting out. But just as quickly as my empath ability picks up on it, is just as quickly as it completely disappears and her feelings remain neutral.

I've seen men back in my days opt out just because they could not cope with the fact of being a vampire. They couldn't bring themselves to appreciate what they were and the small opportunity they were given. It's unfortunate at times, yes. But in the general you just gotta' deal with it and live your life. Not bring death upon yourself and cease from existing. . .

"There's a way..." She murmured again.

"No there's not, Bella. I'm sorry, but there is not." She had to get her mind unwrapped from this. I instantly calm her down, half smiling when she released a heavy sigh as if she was breathing out all of the bad.

But as soon as she breathed out is as fast as she breathed in and the determination had not left her.

Bella sat up in the seat. "What about acting Jasper?"

"Acting." I say again just to get the grasp of the word. Acting. She wanted us to act like something we were not?!

"Life's not a grand stage, Bella." I remind her. "We can't just act like we're not what we are. You'll destroy yourself and myself in the process."

"We're acting like what we're doing is okay. We're acting like we're both not married people. We've been acting like I don't have a daughter back in Forks just wondering where her mother is. We're acting like we know the fuck is going on between us!"

All of those things were true. Every single word and it would be the bane of my existence to not notice or even take note of what she was saying to me. All that we've been doing was acting. Acting on impulse and acting like our actions were justified. I should have known this would eventually come about because happiness didn't last forever.

"What's your point, Bella?" I uneasily ask, gripping the leather steering wheel tight and watching with dulled topaz eyes as the gas reached over ninety. The agitation and disappoint was clear enough in my tone of voice. I just wonder how she was going to deal with it.

Bella's dainty hands grazed my cheeks and trailed fingers over the various scars and bite marks decorating my face. She elicited a soft groan to purr out of the back of my throat because, well. . . it felt electric when she did so much as touched me. When she smiled my darkened heart fluttered and sprung out of my chest. When she talked to me I felt good. I felt pure. I didn't feel like I had such a dark past. Alice was bright, which is why I followed her and became apart of her family. But Bella was brighter, which is why I loved her with all of my might and would follow her to the end of this Earth for the rest of eternity.

Bella turned my attention away from the road and onto her.

"My point is. . ." She trailed off, biting her plump bottom lip, "is that. . . I want us to act like we're human. I want us to be human. Let's go rent a house, buy clothes, work, eat out at restaurants, plan things, be human!"

"You know that there are repercussions to–"

"Fuck the repercussions Jasper." She cut off my pointless disagreement. She knew it and I knew it. "I want to enjoy this moment I have with you. Enjoy the moment where I don't have to think about the empty space on my ring-finger or worry about if you'll end up leaving me one day to go back to Alice after all of this is said and done."

"Bella I won't–" She pinched my lips shut with two fingers.

"I know you won't but. . . It still worries me. I still feel insecure no matter if I'm drop dead gorgeous and a vampire. I still worry. I still have some human left in me. . ." - "You do, too." Her voice broke at the last part.

I sat there, frozen. Pressing my foot down hard on the gas, the engine roared once more pushing to a hundred and ten; we shot down the road, me maneuvering the yellow Hummer past other slow driving cars and the brunette waiting on me to respond to her impossible request.

So as I drove, she waited. . . and waited. . . and the longer she waited, the heavier my heart became. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. If this is what it took for her to be happy, then who the hell was I to deny my mate, yes, my mate, not just my Bella, that?

We ran away for a reason and I was just sorry for not realizing that. This was our time to bond and this was our time to rediscover each other. Trying new things. . . being new people other than Alice's Jasper and Edward's Bella.

". . . Darlin' if this–" I correct myself because her hands went rigid on my face. "Sugar, if this is what you want. . ." I was going to do it. I was going to try to be human. For her. For me. I nod my head, bringing toothy grin on my face. "Then let's try it. Lets do it."

Her grin grew wider and wider into a beaming smile. "Really?"

I nod. "For you."

"For me?" She began to lean in.

"Yes." I breath against her lips, pecking her with my eyes open. She followed suit, not wanting to miss a beat. Another peck, then I took the plunge, sealing my mouth over hers, dove my tongue inside, and finally close my eyes. My mate began to purr softly into the kiss, urging me on more.

My hand wound through her long, soft brunette curls, bringing her impossibly closer with my tongue lodged so deep in her mouth. We alternated between kissing, nibbling, and biting one another's lips that it didn't take long before she unclicked her seat belt and flung herself into my lap arms. If we were human, her poor lips would be swollen. And crashed this poor truck.

I released my foot from the pedal and slammed on the breaks in the middle of road; nothing mattered to me, not even the traffic we'd be holding up. Only Bella. Only my mate.

"Excuse me."

We paused kissing, frozen like two statues in place. Bella's eyes darkening and her lips curling back as she bared her pearly white teeth at the pig of a human interrupting us.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your moment of whatever that just was. . . " His face was stoic and his voice was monotone.

"So why did you?" Bella seethed, sticking her head out the window, face to face with this man, who I now figured to be the state trooper. The gold badge plastered on his starch white shirt and star decorating his hat alerted Bella and she immediately shrunk back, biting her bottom lip. She climbed off of my lap and sat herself back into the respective passenger seat.

"What my wife means to say. . ." I blurt out, smiling sheepishly at the officer. "Is, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well, sir and ma'am. . . to start have a broken tail light."

Bella and I glanced at each other and then back at the state trooper. Name tag read Buck.

My mate leaned over and flashed him one of her best smiles I've ever seen. She even was crafty, batting her thick eyelashes at the cop. "Is that so? We didn't even notice."

"You were also going 100 miles over the speed limit of 55."

"Go on," I urged, leaning my elbow on the side of the car door.

"And I checked the license plate of the vehicle, which expired over three years ago." The list could go on and on. Even about how the original owner had a death wish and ordered an assassination on his human life. . . I wonder if he took note of the small hole pierced in the front window from the arrow that ended our little friend.

"Is there more?" Bella blinked twice.

"No. . . that's all. Just those three big things besides the fact that you stopped in the middle of the road." - "I'm going to need some identification, as well."

He really was set on giving us a hard time. With a sigh, I leaned over and looked the officer in the eye, gesturing to my mate and then to I, "Well, 'course officer. This sweet lil' piece of a nice slice of cake is Bella and I'm Jasper."

Buck nodded his head and smiled. "License and registration, please."

Damn. He was good.

Bella taps me on my shoulder and winks and eye at me. Reaching over to unclip my seat belt, she motions over to me and slides over on my lap, scooting me out the way so that I was in the passenger seat and she was in the driver's.

I wonder what sugar had up her sleeve. This state trooper obviously was a hard ass.

"Buck," Bella started, making sure that her darkened eyes twinkled just the slightest. "that's where we have a problem. Jasper nor I didn't get a chance to retrieve our identification before fleeing home due to some realization circumstances. . . However, we were fortunate enough to hitch a ride with a very nice trucker who turned out, hired a hit man to assist in a suicide thus bestowing us with this. . . this beautiful mode of transportation. So the answer is no. We have no license or registration here. However given the current situation we just relayed to you, could you find it in your heart to set aside the law, just this once, and let us on our way so that we can enjoy each other while we have each other before anything biotic or abiotic factor makes us reach our untimely conclusion?"

I whistle. Because she blew me away with what she said. Exactly what going on between us and exactly what happened. Hope perspired throughout her body and even myself.

Buck plastered a soft smile on his face and tipped us his hat. But before Bella could crank up the truck again, he held up a hand and damn it, I knew we were getting run in.

"No."

...

"That cop was a total homosexual." Bella slurred with a sudden giddiest contaminating her inner core. She quirked up a smile, reaching for my hand through the metal bars of the two different jail cells we were locked in.

"Just because he wasn't whisked away by your drop dead gorgeous features doesn't mean he's a tart, sugar." I snicker, hooking my pinkie finger with hers.

She pressed her head against the bars and so did I, softly kissing her lips.

"At least we can tell our future nonexistent children a crazy story about us kissing each other through a jail cell."

She smiled wryly, pecking my lips once more. "We could fix that situation about nonexistent children. . ."

I tense, grasping the metal bars. "W-We could?"

My mate shrugged her shoulders, turning her back to me, leaning against the metal bars. With a heavy huff, she sniffed the air, her eyes darkening. "I appreciate how our friend Buck locked us in separate cells but joined me with the passed out Korean tourist!" She seethed through gritted teeth.

I spread my calmness to her once her hands formed claws at her sides. Propping her knees up, she buried her head in her lap. "Jazz," Bella mumbled. "I'm thirstyyy. . ."

Her voice held a light childlike tone but her emotions washed over me, holding bloodlust– she wanted to drink the possible Japanese tourist.

"Bella, no." I whispered into her ear.

She raised her head, tugging on her plump, kissable bottom lip between her teeth. Despite her looking so sexy, she wasn't going to tempt me. I held my ground. "No, Bella."

"Just a quick sip, Jazz." She fleetly turned to face me, boring her darkened eyes into mine. "Please, baby?"

I shook my head, even while she reached a hand through the bars to play with my honey blonde hair. "A sip could turn to you draining him dry. We're in jail, Bella. What do you think could happen if they caught you doing that?"

She huffed in frustration, looking over to the sleeping man, short man. "How do we know he's not dead?"

I gulp, feeling dry myself. "The pulse, Bella. We're the one three in the holding cells. You know that."

She crossed her arms over her chest, finally giving in. Sucking in a large air of breath, she nodded her head, facing towards the stone wall rather than at me and the only human locked way with us.

This was going to be a long night.

A/N:

I decided to end it right there because, well... it felt right.

I'm still sad we didn't reach the goal, so maybe we can try again this time?

I want to know if this story is any good to continue, so pleasssseeee review and let me know what the thoughts do.

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