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Chapter 8: Take Off Your Coat of Fears, You'll find no use for your coat here

Jasper's POV

500 bungalows. 500 fronts.

1500 sides. Thousands and thousands of shutters.

Work that was proposed by this fat slob. The work Bella and I had cut out for each other. Work that'd be considered meager to any vampire—newborns and all. Work that'd take me an hour or two, even with my eyes closed...

A little paint job, my ass.

"Are y'all two really going to repaint all of these shacks?!" Blaine questioned to me, watching as I hauled two buckets of paint to the first shack Bella and I were going to start on. I eyed the middle-aged man I had came to consider a human acquaintance—we met him after the first horrid night. He was an African American man—short statuesque, head full of short, kinky curls, talked like he was still apart of the 70's craze and was a damn good saxophone player. Every morning before the sun rose, Blaine would grab his silver-colored sax and play a tune in the middle of the beach for every resident to hear. Things were quiet around these parts so his fantastic playing was heard by everyone—including Bella and I. And then at night just before the crack of dawn, he'd play again. "While y'all at it... how about repainting the people, too?"

We both watched as Bella chatted comfortably with the old couple that lived in the shack we were to paint. She dressed in a white halter tank top which hugged her upper torso and baggy, blue overalls that were a bit snug on her slender body; she called herself Jazz's little painter.

My mate was cute—but what we had to do was no little paint job.

You know, us being "human" and all...

"Yeah we are." I shrug my shoulders before turning to narrow my eyes at him, "Will ya' please do me a favor now and shut your big mouth."

"Aw, hell, Jasper. You're mad with me?" He whispered, so only I could hear. I glance at him and then back to Bella. Hell yeah, I was mad with him!

For one, he had jokes, when he knew this was no serious matter—since I was not a vampire and a human like I promised to be, it was serious. What human can paint a whole condominium of shacks on a beach?

And for two, part of Estébon finding out Bella was here... was his fault. He happen to blab on about me taking home "a hot piece of white chocolate" while in the presence of the fat slob. And his excuse for why he felt the need to brag to others "for me" about my activities was so I "could fit in with the boys 'round here and not be considered a jive turkey. These boys love to talk about which mama' they got with and I only wanted to give you a lil' push, Jazzy."

"How did you guess?" I wave him off. "Don't talk about it in front of Bella." - "Go play your sax."

I grabbed the two buckets of paint—one a pastel pink color and the other a very, dark blue —approaching Bella, chatting away with the old people like she had known them for years.

Her topaz-colored, butterscotch eyes twinkled a bit when she turned to face me with a content smile plastered on her face. She was excited to be painting... hell, it seemed to be rubbing off on everybody—the old couple nagging at each other, excitedly... Blaine playing a funky tune on his sax... And even me; how was I excited...? Undetermined at the moment.

"Jazz, I told these nice people that we'd be painting their home!" She chimed, pointing a finger at them before flashing the two leaning on their balcony, a dazzling smile that showed off her cheekbone and pearly white teeth— lucky for them that this place was super cloudy or they might've just lost the little bit of eyesight they had left.

I place the buckets of paint near the work table that held the tools and brushes. Bella walked over, clasping her hands together. "What should I paint?" There was an extra spring in her step before I simply said as I uncovered a small bucket of white base coat, "The shutters—I'll do the rest."

After all, she was my mate and the woman. No man wanted their woman to even have to lay a finger on doing manual labour—she may have liked painting pictures, which was a bit surprising because she didn't seem like the artistic type, then again we barely talked with each other when we first met and I avoided her like the plague, afraid of scaring her off with my own superstitions that she was my true mate when it was Edward first snatching her up and feeding her bullshit of being a singer and mate, but that didn't mean it would be as fun for her painting a house. Including the fact that it was the whole condominium... 500 bungalows and counting.

Bella nodded once before proceeding to tie her brunette locks into a neat and tidy top-bun. She secured the hair-pins she pulled from her overall's pockets into her hair before inquiring, "What's bugging you, Jasper?"

I shake my head, giving her a peachy-smile. "Nothing." I handed her a medium sized brush and the open base-coat paint, before she kissed my cheek and went to do her little assignment.

I was a bit relieved when she didn't question or pester me into answering her any further—she was enjoying the little things we had going for us and I didn't want to ruin that for her... I had never seen Bella smile this much around Edward. Sure, she cracked tiny smirks or shy grins, but never full blown-out smiles or grins that she gave me and the humans surrounding us (excluding Estébon Crowe) on a daily basis. It led me to believe that she truly was happy being with me and the lifestyle we were currently living—non-luxury items, thrift shops clothes way different from the designer threads Alice picked out for the family, a tiny house—shack, small rodents instead of large, "opulent" animals and... being normal, working class humans.

We both set up our ladders, mine at the top shingles of the shack and hers at the first set of shutters.

"Be careful!" The old woman yelled to Bella. "We don't want you to fall and bruise that gorgeous face!"

Her husband swatted her arm before motioning to the brunette and chirping in a scolding tone, "Jeanine, she won't fall! She's young."

Bella, hooking her pail of base-coat to the ladder, grabbed her brush and giggled before facing me. A slight shrug played on her shoulders. "Ready?"

I smile as a response and watch as she dips the brush into the paint, guiding it stroke-by-stroke, over the wooden shutters.

After about a half hour of applying the base-coat, we begin to paint the colors now—Bella with the dark blue for the shutters and me with the pastel pink for the rest of the shack.

We worked in silence as the old couple watched and Blaine blew into his saxophone, the once funky tune trilling out into a mellow, soulful tune.

We painted.

"I win, Jasper!" I hear Bella chime. I stop my work, looking down from the steep ladder to Bella with a smug grin on her marbled face, hands gesturing to each of the three finished shutters of the bungalow. She slid down the ladder and grabbed another brush, chiming to me, "Now I'll help you, slow-poke."

I wink. "Only because I let you, sugar." - "But go ahead. There's some more pink down there."

It was late afternoon once we finished the front, balcony, and sides, including the roof of the shack. I left for a good ten minutes with the human-explanation of going to buy Bella and I drinks to cool down for a short break, but was really refueling my thirst for the rest of the afternoon, as well as capturing a racoon, fox or two, biting into their necks to pour their blood into a large, styrofoam cup.

Bella could sip the blood from a straw like a regular soft-drink, and it would be concealed, of course by a plastic lid.

I finished up and dashed from the small, wooded area on the outskirts of the town, arriving back in less than five minutes. The old couple named Randall and Jeanine had left to pick up groceries, so I was well off on using my speed abilities.

"You're back," Bella greeted, kissing me. I nod, wrapping an arm around her waist, kissing her back.

"I am and gotcha' something." Holding up her feeding, disguised by the styrofoam, she paused stroking the paintbrush up and down the shingles aligning the bottom of the side of the shack and took a sip, before grazing her sleek tongue over her plump lips.

"Cherry flavored?" She joked, sipping again.

I tease, shaking my head, "More like a racoon and fox cocktail." She playfully swatted my arm for that snide comment and we both shared laugh—again, enjoying the little things between us. These were feelings I loved and could get used to.

A soft sucking sound was heard from the straw, signalling that she finished. Bella's eyes, freshly a warm, butterscotch color twinkled and she grabbed her brush, continuing on with her work.

I sat on the ground, watching my mate.

Her bun was still tidy and neat— the grace did her well as a vampire. There was no drop of paint sported on her overalls and none laced on her fingers... so much for seeming human. I couldn't hold that against her, though. She was perfect. And I liked perfect on her—Alice's perfect was actually, annoying. But Bella's? Never. Instead it was fun.

She was nearing the edge of the wall when she stroked the paint brush a little too far. I stood up, stopping her. "Shit, Bella... you goofed."

My plan was for us to just paint what we did; front, balcony, sides... not the back. If Estébon thought he would cheat us for work, then he had another thing coming. I may have been "human" but I was not gullible and would take the opportunity to outsmart that pig. For humans, appearance is everything. So I thought as I painted the roof... why not just make the shacks look like they were finished? No one would see the scratched white paint on the back of the shack unless they personally went around to the back. They'd only be able to see the front and sides—and Bella and I would have less work cut out for us.

"What's wrong?" She questioned, eyeing me with an incredulous expression.

I sighed, pointing to the paint cut off at the corner of the bungalow. The back wall that I didn't want us to paint had smeared pink on it, giving off the impression that it was started on when I had no intentions for us to begin on it in the first place. "My fault, sugar. I forgot to tell you not to go past this corner. Now it looks like it's started on and we're gonna' have to finish."

Bella glanced at her brush, holding it up. "Well... this brush is too big so I couldn't avoid that. But who cares, anyway?"

"Who cares?" I remark, shaking my head at her. It'd ruin my plan.

Bella rolled her topaz eyes, snapping, "You're not going to paint just one side and leave the rest like that, are you?"

I let out a heavy sigh, shrugging.

"Well, no. We're not going to do that to these nice people. I like them—"

"So you want to paint their whole house," it was statement not a question.

The brunette nodded her head, dropping her brush in the bucket of paint before crashing her body into mine, snaking arms around my neck. She gazed up, looking into my eyes with that fat bottom lip tugged in between her teeth—one of my many weaknesses regarding this woman. "They're sweet," she kissed both of my cheeks. "And old." Then came my nose.

"And... reminded me of what I never thought to hope for, but now will never have the chance to." Bella tipped on her toes, kissing me softly yet passionately before parting. "So yeah, let's finish up for them, Jasper. It's the least we can do for our non-existent future selves."

I eye the shack and then her; she was looking up at me with those pretty eyes. And then those words of hers echo in my mind. And I think back to Randall and Jeanine— married for over thirty five years, both in their late fifties and still going strong. Like all old couples, they nagged and egged each other on, fixing their partner's mistakes and basically couldn't live without the other. Bella saw this in the time she spent talking with them as we repainted their home that they've made for themselves for the last fifteen years and she realized she wanted something as deep and as sentimental like they had.

This told me she really loved me for these past two weeks of us running away and that we truly were mates, no doubt about it.

I held her hips, leaning down and kissing her soft, once and then hard, twice, loving the sound of her triumph, octave giggles ringing in my ears. "You are really a champion painter, Bella. You know that?"

Bella let me go, placing hands on her hips before sassing, "What did you expect?"

She stuck her tongue out at me in a childish way, making me crack a small smile. I handed her the brush back, grabbing the can paint. "Come on, I'll hold the bucket."

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"Stand up straight, Jasper!" The brunette chided, stomping a foot on the ground like a child before walking over to me, to straighten my back. A huff escaped my lips as I let her make me stand upright, even thought I thought I was doing just that. Bella took the paint roller from my hand, re-dipping it in the pastel pink paint before handing it back to me with a small smile. She positioned my arm to be holding it upright and brushed a couple of my loose, honey blonde curls from my face. "Perfect!" She rushed back over to the old Polaroid camera she traded for a copy of Pride and Prejudice.

"Hold that pose and stand still like a statue—" easier said than done; a small smile graced my face at that request. "And... ready!" Bella ran at a human pace, back over to me and snuggled close to my body, smiling big and wide as the camera flashed and took our picture— I placed the paint roller back in the bucket of paint, walking over to the camera and pulling the photo produced, giving it a good shake or two before we instantly appeared.

"Good!" Bella exclaimed as her eyes raked over the picture, glowing with delight.

"Horrible," I found myself muttering as I examined the photo, eying each and every aspect.

Bella frowned, "We look good together. Why are you so mad, Jazzy?" Well, I preferred Jazz—Blaine got her occasionally calling me Jazzy and also...

"I look terrible, Bella." I complain, frowning myself. "Hair's all over the place, my shirt's dirty, body and shorts covered in paint and I swear I felt and see myself sweating in this picture—" I was silenced when both of her dainty hands cupped my cheeks and a sweeter than sweet potato pie kiss was given to me by my mate.

She was feeling very giddy and awfully amused when our lips parted.

"It's obvious in the picture that we're both painting. And you look good—hot," she corrected herself. "Sexy in those cut-off shorts and tank top... I'm pretty sure you have the old lady that owns this one high blood pressure." - "You're just fed up with painting, baby." She cooed, reaching in the top pocket of her overalls to pull out the picture we took earlier with me holding her from behind, resting my head on her shoulder while she held two buckets of paint in each hand and beamed a smug yet coy grin. "Let's take one more. This time with us painting something and maybe I could be on your back... I want it to be more posed."

Bella was getting ready to go back over to the camera but I grabbed her forearm pulling her back to me; all of this enthusiasm was so much for one day and as I've said before... this girl would be the motherfucking death of me. I shouldn't be mentally comparing everything that she does to what Alice never did, but I couldn't fucking help it—Alice and me... we never took pictures. We only had the ones Bella took years ago when it was her 18th birthday and when that gullible mother of hers brought a camera for her and she went on a frenzy just snapping shots in order to create a scrapbook. And as for keeping up the appearance of the Cullens and I being... you know, a normal family, we had old group photos. No use in taking new ones if we never aged.

"Sugar, stop. No more..." I chuckled when she puckered out that bottom lip, pouting. I grabbed her hips and pulled her close, looking down at the picture with her. "We took like 50 already—"

We both looked up at the sound of tires driving over gravel and sand flooding our ears. The old woman that rented this bungalow we had just finished painting was inside and didn't drive—so that told me, the only person that could be pulling up in less than two minutes was none other than the fat, poor excuse of a human that put us up to this meager yet huge task: Estébon Crowe.

Annoyance and a building anger.

Bella's new emotions.

"Not that fat slob again..." the brunette muttered under her breath, once his tiny, black sports car halted and he climbed out, clad in a tan monkey-suit this time.

"You two are working hard!" He chortled, approaching Bella and I with an extra spring in his step; there was a look of satisfaction engraved in the features of his oily face.

"Well, what did you expect?" Bella sassed, rolling her eyes and letting go of me to cross her arms over her chest. The last thing she wanted to do was even look at that man, so her topaz colored eyes now deep, molten onyx stayed on the two pictures of us in her hands.

I suppose I should have calmed her down before she did anything reckless... but I was feeling annoyed myself. If it hadn't been his pig of a face that gave way to his motives for showing up to "praise" us on the work we did so far, then his emotions sure as hell did; he was polluted to the core. It made me grimace just to be in within a few feet of this man, let alone have him near my mate after he gave her the eyes more than enough times.

He gazed over the shack Bella and I just finished, nodding his head. "This looks great! Now let's just see if you two can pick up the pace with the others."

Man...

The anger building in the brunette changed quickly to curiosity, mixed in with suspicion. She looked up from the photos, arching a perfect eyebrow at me, "What did he just say?"

I pulled her close to me, shaking my head at her question. "He ain't say anything, Bella."

I hid from her that in order for her to stay here... that we'd have to paint the whole condominium. I'm starting to see that maybe it wasn't such a hot idea. She allowed me to hold her from behind, snuggling close to me but still stuck on feeling curious but ultimately suspicious and annoyed. She shifted the photos back and forth between both hands, staring off into the distance with her bottom lip tugged in between her teeth.

After a few seconds passing, Bella snapped her head to the left to face him, all while still in my arms. "What do you mean by keep up the pace with the others?"

We both watched as Estébon Crowe pulled a small bottle of cognac brandy liquor, taking a small swig or two; Me feeling unhinged and uncertain at what was going to happen and how she'd react to what he had to say since I knew what was coming.

"Don't worry, my dear young lady. I'm not asking you to do it non-stop." He took another swallow of his cognac. "I'm not a monster."

Bella eyed him for a split second before fanning herself one of the pictures... I have no idea if whether it was because she felt hot with the ragged yet cloudy weather... or if it was to calm herself down. I was still.

"Just keep fanning yourself." Estébon chuckled "humorously". Bella paused, narrowing her eyes at him. "It suits you perfectly—"

"And just what are we not supposed to do non-stop." She asked in an incredulous tone.

Estébon glanced at me and then back to her. Who turned her narrowed gaze from him onto me. The sweating pig of a man gestured blatantly to the freshly painted shack. "All of the bungalows, of course."

"He's kidding, right?"

I avoided her gaze.

"Do I act like I am?" Estébon remarked, pointing a finger to himself.

She was seething through her gritted teeth. Bella tossed our photos at the man and marched over, grabbing the bucket of pink paint. I attempted to calm her down, "Bella no, stop!" but her damn anger was just too much, so intense. She splashed the pink paint right on top of the black sports car, growling, "I don't mind painting your shitty crate of a car." She motioned to the paint with a shrug playing on her shoulders. "Makes it look sporty if you ask me. But I will not fucking paint your shacks!"

Estébon rushed over to his car, screaming at Bella as she walked away from the mess she made with a twang in her step, "You're insane!" She was making her way back to our shack. Her hand rose in the air and the middle finger shot up. Estébon turned to me before jumping in his car, "What the hell is wrong with that girl?! She's insane!"

I grabbed a wet rag, rushing over to his car to wipe the paint from the front window. It did nothing but smeared the paint which began to dry already, so I grabbed a windshield wiper and scraped it off, not finishing before he began pulling away.

I thought of the most human thing to say, sighing, "You'll have to forgive Bella! ... She's on her period!"

The black and pink sports car maneuvered a sharp turn.

"Estébon... I'm sure Bella's sorry! And I'll even paint all of the light poles for ya'!"

He rolled his window down, sticking his red-with-anger face out the window, "The light company does that already, you jerk!"

And he drove off.

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The sun was down and the sky was beginning to get dark once I finished cleaning up all of the wasted paint. I wiped my forehead because it felt like I really was sweating, even though it was physically impossible for any vampire to do that. My footsteps up the stairs leading to the balcony of our shack seemed heavy. I could see through the many large, plane windows that she was still up... of course.

I slowly entered, seeing Bella sitting at the small table managed to fit inside. Her eyes were dark and her marbled face stoic, but still as beautiful as ever.

Emotions?

... undecided.

I roam my fingers through my honey blonde curls, licking my lips as I rounded the table, walking towards her. "... hi." I greet her. "It's me."

No greet back, no kiss, no hug, no nothing. Just her glaring those pretty dark eyes at me. "What did you tell that asshole?!"

I sigh heavily as if it were necessary before pulling up a seat next to her, explaining, "Look... He wouldn't let you stay unless you worked."

"It's murder to paint all of those shacks!" She yelled at me, pointing to the nearest one outside.

Except for a vampire, which is what we fuckin' were, it wasn't. As mentioned so many damn times before... Bella and I could have the whole condominium painted in less than an hour or two. But no, we were "humans". So I guess it wasn't that easy. I could give her that one.

"In a way, yes."

She shakes her head disapprovingly at me, incredulous as hell, "In a way? Jasper, they're all bastards! What kind of people want a young couple of two to paint their homes? We should just... just snap all of their necks and drink them dry!"

Drink them all dry... what the hell did she have going on in her head? My mate obviously did not remember the promise she made to myself and herself. We promised to stick to the vegetarian diet... And exactly what human being, as she wanted us to be, drinks blood from another? She needed to get her priorities straight, but I couldn't address them now. Not when we had been having such a great time and ran away to get to know each other as mates. And for the fact of the people belonging to this condominium being bastards, as she said... what the hell was the problem with us painting shacks anyways? I know I had been complaining like a little bitch about it myself... but I came to realize that what the fuck. We are vampires. Yes, young. But not human, and indeed vampires. Better than humans, basically. Able to paint the whole condominium. So why did it even matter about all of this? She was really getting too caught up with this human jive and also a little too into being a vampire.

Like she was torn in between what she was and what she wanted to be.

It made no damn sense.

But I stray my mind from that conversation. As I said before, I didn't want to address that right now.

I however, do roll my eyes at that suggestion and stand, towering over her. "And how the hell does that help anything or solve somethin', huh?"

"Have you no pride, Jasper?" She stood as well. I push her gently back down to sit in the chair before declaring, "Bella, I'll paint the whole town fuckin' pink if it means I get to be and stay here with you!" I kneel down to her level, cupping her cheeks and staring deep into her dark colored eyes. "That's what mates do for each other. Even the most demeaning shit. I have a ton of pride that dates back to me first existing in the vampire world—but I'd forget it if it meant having you, no strings attached from any third-party."

Bella stared back long before shifting her gaze from me and pushing my hands away. "You're nuts, Jasper! Look at the shit we're in with that asshole! You let him screw you over and for what?! Tell me, because I'm having a hard time understanding!" - "Us running away to be together was not supposed to come with being screwed over by a fat slob! God, he sweats so much, Jasper! And the looks he gives me are just disgusting!"

"Bella, we're in the same boat!" I yell at her.

She brushed an empty bottle of alcohol on the floor, screaming back, "Stop talking such bullshit!" - "How can I learn to love my mate if I can't admire him and he's willing to throw his pride away just to stay in a piece of shit shack in a piece of shit town?! The only thing we're learning is how to die here, Jas—"

That was the last straw. I yanked her up from her seat and pulled her over to the window. "See the wind blowing bits of newspapers by every day, huh? Some from the north one day and others from the south the next! It's always the same bullshit and we're damn there caught in between!" - "This is what your fucking wanted—to be human. To buy clothes, work, rent a house and do meaningless shit! I've given that to you and all you've done is complained and gone over the edge. We're vampires, Bella. Not human! We don't die and it's no hardship to paint this whole condominium! It's annoying as hell, yes and not in anyone's interest to have their lover do manual labor just so they can stay!" I gesture to the shack we're in, seething, "We got ourselves a nice shack to screw in and a good thing going for us, so you're the one who's nuts."

"Oh, yeah?!"

I nod once, staring into her eyes.

She bites her bottom lip, before glaring at me with the worst counter I've ever heard in my life, "Well, Edward was never this stupid!"

It stung.

It stung like hell.

I let her go, picking up the nearest bottle of brandy I could find. The damn thing was empty so I tossed it out the window and left her right there, making my way to bedroom and flopping down on the bed.

Never this stupid, huh?

I reached over, picking up my carton of cigarettes, taking one and lighting it.

A big huff in and a big puff out.

I didn't know what to say or feel about that little comment.

How was it stupid for me to want us to be happy?

Granted, I did stretch the truth and lie by saying we had a little paint job to do, but damn it! If it meant us being settled and fucking having a place to stay for the time being and love each other harder than we ever have... I would do it.

And she didn't understand that.

I heard her walk into the room. She was standing at the foot of the bed, arms cross over her chest and eyes narrowed. "Jasper."

I ignored her, blowing out cigarette smoke.

"It's dark in here!" She flicked on a light. "It's stinks and it's ugly!"

Ignored her once more. It smelled like us, I liked our cheap, simple furniture and it was night time. What the hell was she expecting?

"I'm fed up with this dump." She bitched, walking over to the side of the bed and kicking over our box of clothes. "I can't breathe in here!"

I gave the brunette a once-over, kicking off my loafers and took another drag. The smoke was blown into her face just to piss her off some more and I drawled out, my southern tone present in my voice, "Bella, sugar... you're a vampire. You don't need to breathe."

The fiery pit of anger flared up in her core and a loud screech escaped between those plump lips. Newborn rage, here we go. I watched amused and annoyed at how she grabbed some of the boxes of things throwing them out the window.

Was it possible for a female vampire to have their period? 'Cause that's what Bella had to be on to act like this.

"Well, I want to breathe!" She yelled. "And I'll fix this place up real nice in order for me to do that." She grabbed some more things—shit that didn't belong to me, so I didn't care if she tossed them—and pelted them out another window.

"I'll fucking show you, Jasper." She said through gritted teeth, picking up my loafers I just kicked off, even snatching the burning cigarettes from my fingers.

I rose up this time, because I needed and actually liked those shoes and I wasn't finished with my smoke. "Bella, sugar... just cut it out and come to bed, won't you?"

"Why?" - "I'm a vampire and vampires don't sleep, Jasper!" She tossed my shoes to some random part of the shack and drenched my cigarette with water from an empty fish bowl. "Since I'm a vampire, then you are too and I'll show you what real vampires do!"

She dashed over to the mini-fridge with vampiric speed and slammed open the door, digging through the many food items and drinks before settling on one thing that seemed to be... hidden in the back. I raised an eyebrow and leaned forward because I had no idea—

She burst open the blood bag and tackled me to the bed, pouring it all over my chest and face, smearing it over my mouth.

It was O. Her blood type.

And so was vile. I pushed her off of me, attempting to wipe it from my face and chest but it only got more of it everywhere. I held my breath and that only made the ache deep within my throat flare and burn like a roaring flame—it smelled so good. But I didn't want to breathe in human blood. I didn't want it to ruin what I worked so hard to become and what I hid deep inside and ran away from—but again, it smelled so fucking good. I ran over to the shower, hopping over her and flipping the knob up, letting the water pelt all over my face and body, soaking my cut-off shorts and bloodied chest and face. And all the sweet smelling blood did was stream down my body and flood my senses.

I couldn't help it.

I didn't want to be weak, but damn it... she got me.

I slowly turned to see that girl, somehow naked—her overalls ripped and shirt tossed over one of the lamps—that sweet, motherfucking blood smeared over her body... in places I claimed and her eyes dark and she feeling pure lust.

A low growl erupted from the back of my throat as I ran over, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her red lips to mine.

The blood taste so sweet on those damn lips, I kissed and sucked and bit until I was sure there were no longer any traces. Then came my tongue swirling all over her vixen body, sopping up every single drop of smeared blood.

Human blood never taste any better.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged, forcing her to look up at me so I could crash my lips against hers once again.

And before she knew it, she was pinned underneath me, on the bed. She moaned in ecstasy as my throbbing member buried itself deep inside of her, rhythmically moving back and forth as I guided my hips. I leaned down and kissed her, my thrusts growing more intense and bloodlust heightening me more than I ever imagined.

"After that little stunt... don't expect me to go easy on you now, lil'missy," I growled into her ear, nipping at her lower lip.

Bella was silent before she smiled cutely. "Jasper?"

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"No. That's Major Whitlock to you." I continued to slam into her, not holding back at all. I needed this release even more than I realized—I let Jasper do the most stupidest shit ever: parade around as a fucking human. This girl—my mate—was as delusional as they come. All that shit she went through to become one of us, getting attacked by other vampires, killing her pussy by giving birth to that half-vampire daughter... And she still wanted to try and be human?

Girlie' obviously had some priorities she needed to get straight—she is my mate and I was damn there going to fix it.

I missed the taste of human blood for so long and with Jasper being a vegetarian, it curved me and kept me locked away.

And that was until now.

Until she decided to hide human blood from us.

And then decided to use human blood against us.

So... not for long.

A/N:

Welllllllllll... um... thoughts on this?

It's crazy, I know. Bella's crazy, I know. Jasper's in Major mode now, I know.

Shit just got real, I know.

And there is so much to be explained, I know. So I'll get to that, if you finished reading this chapter and was like wtf.

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I was going to explain everything right here, but I want to know what are your conclusions to this story and this chapter and Bella's actions, including Jasper/Major's; it's my first time fullt attempting to portray Major, so if it's all wrong, forgive me.

Anyways, please do let me know how this is making you feel.

I have about two more chapters planned, so we're going to have to see how this all plays out. And I may add another or two just to fully flesh out the idea. I also have my explanation maybe at the end of the next chapter which will be out very soon.

Thanks For Reading!

And stay tooned.

Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffu-Chan

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