A/N:

I apologize on why this took so long and don't particularly know why, other than the fact that I just wasn't writing. Thanks however to the people gracious enough to favorite/follow/review even after so long. It all means a lot how far this story has gone. And I hope you all like, this chapter. (I have one more planned)

Disclaimers: so much to do with the initial characters and story of Twilight, too bad I don't own it.

Chapter 10: Lay low

"Jasper..." Bella started.

Her dark eyes focused on the honey-blonde, stomping furiously down the side of the highway.

He'd hold up his thumb occasionally to any vehicle that passed by and huff when no one bothered to stop for the distressed looking brunette and anguished blonde—his only two actions for the last eight hours.

Bella grew tired of the trek. She hated having to lug his and her bag of belongings while he stomped down the highway, mad at her and the world…

Not that I blame him, anyways… she thought to herself, feeling her face crumble.

"J-Jasper…" saying his name had this sort of pained effect—it felt like it was taboo to have his name pass through her lips. When he didn't answer her just like the other five times before, she elaborated more, "can we pl-please stop for a bit and rest… ?"

The words were a mere whisper that she knew he heard yet continued to ignore.

"Jasper." Bella spoke again this time a little louder. She dropped their bags at her feet and walked over to where he stood a few feet away, eyes on the road, ears slightly perked due to the sound of a vehicle approaching.

Jasper and Bella travelled on a backroad in some state, eight hours away from the little place in Maine that they chose to settle the previous weeks. It was no doubt that Estébon had discovered the shack lit a flame and called the police on the bipolar couple, as he once described them. So as an extra precaution, the honey-blonde chose this route instead of Bella's idea to steal a car and travel back to Forks, Washington that way.

"I know you're mad." Bella started, taking up the human habit of chewing her plump bottom lip. She closed her eyes and continued, her bell-like voice cracking, "B-But that doesn't give you the excuse to just ignore me and pretend like I'm not here begging to be heard!"

She unnecessarily sighed heavily when he didn't say anything, walking to stand right in front of him. "Jasper answer me, damn it!"

"Answer me!" Bella desperately grabbed ahold of his jacket's sleeve and tugged furiously. "Answer me!"

The only car that they had seen in the last thirty minutes zoomed right past them before Jasper could even hold his thumb up to possibly hitch a ride. He blinked twice and gritted his teeth at the sound of her voice croaking in his ears and the feel of her skin on his.

Jasper silenced her, snapping, "What Bella, huh?" She froze in place once he yanked his arm out of her reach. "What the hell could you possibly want from me?!"

She gazed longingly into his dark eyes just to find nothing but emptiness. Defeated, she murmured, "I-I want to rest… just please let me rest…"

For a moment there was quietness. Nothing heard but flies buzzing, Bella's unnecessary breathing and the gravel shifting with Jasper's every move.

He looked around at the wilderness and road surrounding them before carelessly shrugging his shoulders. "Go ahead." he muttered, plopping himself down on the side of the road.

"In a room, Jasper." Bella pleaded, kneeling down to his level. "A room with a bed, air conditioning—"

He cut her off, "You're not human, Bella." His tone was hard and cold. Jasper clenched his hands into fists so tight that his knuckles popped, "You're a vampire. Vampires don't need any of those things."

Bella was on the verge of tears. She wanted to blink them away but it was impossible. And though he spoke the truth, she couldn't help but sink to her knees on the gravel road, hanging her head low and begging him in sniffles, "P-Please."

. . .

Jasper's POV

"Two rooms please."

"Uh, one room, actually." She blurts out to the clerk.

The old man, short with big glasses on his tan and wrinkled face, glanced back and forth between the two of us with uncertainty in his eyes.

But another glance at her, another glance at Ms. Perfect with her plump yet thin lips, thick lashes… luscious brunette hair, and he concedes, only handing over one room key.

I could kill him for that.

Kill him for the way he looks at her, looks at me, gives in to her… kill him for how he thought she was gorgeous and an angel sent from the heavens, brought to stay in his cheap motel inn… but I have no spirit left in me. I have nothing to fight for, nothing to give and nothing to feel but pure anger and hurt.

So instead, I only feed him triple the dosage of fear he feels when he looks at me.

"Thank you so much," she humbly says, glancing at me before reaching in the pockets of her pants just to pull out a gold credit card. "We'll pay for one night."

I snort when he graciously swipes the card.

Wonder how long she had that with her. If she had it with her the whole entire time and was just spinnin' my wheels.

He bows his head and slowly slides the card back her way with a small smile showing his yellow teeth.

I've had just about enough of this bullshit―had no idea why the hell she oh, so needed to stay somewhere when she could sleep in a fucking tree for all I cared.

"Are you finished here or can I go to the room?" I seethe through gritted teeth, slamming a fist down on the check-in-check-out desk.

They both jolt in their spots at the harshness in my tone but I don't care. I relish the fear they feel and send out even more―triple the amount added to what I previously gave him. He's now sweating profusely and gulping like there's something stuck in his throat.

I snicker and roll my dark eyes, admiring the thump-thump in his noticeable temple. Maybe I'd come back for a snack when we left this shithole of a place. And we leave that shithole of a family.

Once you're a man scorned by the one God made for you… there just is no fucks given anymore. What did I have to live for and put up with this for?

Damn her.

Once we're in the room, I set myself to sit by the window and just stare at the wall while she watches me from the corner, remorse being her main emotion among others.

Bella busied herself in the shower while I busied myself by the phone. I dialed one of the only numbers that I memorized, hearing the tone ring once, twice before there was an answer.

"Y'ello?"

"Peter," I grumble, clenching my free hand into a fist. "It's over. All of it is. I want to come home so set something up for me."

He's silent for a moment before speaking, "You mean it's over between you and your mate? Major, I know you don't mean—"

"Damn it, I'll rip your fucking head off if you don't follow my order!" I threaten, my voice coming out like a hiss. "Set me up with something in Houston. You know what I like and what my requirements for a place is. Have Charlotte secure my citizenship in Texas again, as well."

Peter sighs dramatically for a moment before he relents, "Yes sir."

I hang the phone up.

"What about Alice?" Bella asks, standing before me with a look of disbelief on her face.

"What about Alice?" I snort, shaking my head. She must have seen all of what went down already. She may have already filed for divorce and might have even went searching for her true mate now that she figured it wasn't me. The Pixie wasn't dumb by a long shot. She'd keep it from Edward until Bella decided to tell him, herself.

And as for me leaving the family… I refused to go back and pretend like none of this ever happened. I couldn't stand by idly as Bella went back to her fucking husband and I would have no choice in watching them love each other like I hadn't loved her before.

I was damned once. I wouldn't allow myself to be damned twice.

"She's… your wife."

"And you were my mate."

Bella looks hurt by what I said. She felt hurt by what I was going to do. What did it matter to her for anyways? She was the one doing this. She was the one who caused this.

And I missed my old lifestyle… being a nomad was how I got by without all of this hurt. Now that it's been decades that I've settled down, look at where I was now. Back in the hurt that I sought to escape.

"What about Carlisle? Esme? Emmett?" Her voice was turning hysterical, she was beginning to shake. "What do you tell them? How do you think they'd feel knowing you just dropped everything and left, huh?"

I shrug my shoulders.

It wasn't a concern for me. I was so angry that I couldn't think about anyone but myself right now. They'd understand. And if they didn't, to hell with them.

"Bella, I don't care." I get up and make my way to the other side of the room, away from her.

"That's a lie." She was now dry-sobbing. "You know you care! What do you think this will do to everyone?! What do you think this will do to me?!"

I snort, "To you?!" My fist collides with the mirror hanging on the wall and shatters it to pieces. "Why did you have to go do that Bella?"

"Do what?!" She yelled back, knocking the cheap-looking lamp from one of the nightstand tables.

Two could play that game. I threw the next one against the wall, breaking it into the two pieces and smashing the bulb into shards. "Stop playing games with me, woman! You know what the hell it is I'm talkin' about!"

Bella shook her head furiously, venom tears coating the brim of her eyes. Her bell-like voice sounded cracked as she croaks, "Jasper, I don't―"

I was at her side in an instant with my fingers curled around the ivory-toned neck that I kissed and sucked on just yesterday. Fear shown in her eyes as the words came growling out, "Say you don't again and I may just snap your neck!"

My mate that wanted to fucking play pretend-sister-in-law shook under my steel grip as I backed her against the far wall of the shitty room we were in.

Her eyes locked with mine as she murmured so low that my ears had to strain to hear her, "... it's the right thing to do and you know it."

I let her go and watched as she sank to the carpeted floor. I looked down at the woman I loved and shook my head at what she had become.

Bella was someone I looked up to. She was someone I grew to love as more than a sister—she was my true mate. Sure, we were both married to controlling people, vampires that liked to keep up the façade of love that wasn't in it's purest form… but our love—the love we made stronger over the past three weeks away from everyone was just that.

It was in it's purest form and to see her throw that away crushed my spirit. I couldn't even hurt her like I wanted to. I still loved her and it might just kill me once we left this room and journeyed on to get back to Forks.

The place we ran away from.

I kicked the side of the queen-sized bed, breaking a piece of the headboard in the process as sarcasm leaked from my tone, "Oh yeah, darlin'. Pushing away the person completely made for you is so the right thing to do―I'm honored, I'm grateful, you deserve a fuckin' plaque!"

Her eyes narrowed into slits. "So you'd rather go home and break the family apart, Jasper?!"

If it meant being with her?

"Screw the family! I'm sure if they knew just what hell has been goin' on behind these walls then maybe they'd understand!"

She stood from the carpet and marched over to me, seething right back, "I have a husband and a daughter, I have to put them first, Jasper!"

"Oh, sure." I sarcastically remark once again, "Put your controlling husband who lied to you about everything there is to being a vampire and about you actually being his mate when he knew from the start that you were mine. That's why you have that fucking inbred with you right now!"

Her mouth popped open at me talking about her daughter like that but I couldn't help it. It just slipped out. "How could you say that about Nessie?" She muttered, pouting as her face crumbled. "You love her…"

She ain't lying. I did love my niece. She was the link between humans and vampires, brought this family closer than ever and was a damn good fiddle player. Alice and me used to call her the miracle child when she was growing up. And I helped to plan her birthday party that was coming up… it was gonna' be a big one considering the fact that she now had the body of a teenager and mind of an adult. It would have been perfect to me before all of this shit happened.

But my insides kept seeing Edward in that heart-shaped face of hers when I thought back to her.

I nod to Bella, "Yeah, Bella, I do. I love and adore my niece but I can't stand the fact that she's the splitting image of you and him."

It broke me.

Broke me further that her excuse to not being with me was the love-child she and my pansy ass brother bore. A love-child that he wanted nothing to do with at first. One that I helped to raise and protect when the Volturi came knockin' on our doors.

Her dark eyes avert from mine as her lips part and she mumbles, "Jasper, I…" Bella took up the human habit of chewing her bottom lip. She shook her head in denial. "You'd ruin everything."

I could feel the denial within her core, I could see it in her eyes but I knew if her heart was beating and we were humans like she wanted us to be, that there'd be none there.

I sit myself on the foot of the bed, careful not to break that too—we already kinda' trashed the room through our little spat—as my lips form these words, "If it meant being with you then yes, Bella." I look into those eyes I fell in love with just weeks ago. "I'd ruin everything."

She broke the contact, walking to stand in front of me. "Y-You're selfish…"

"I'm selfish?!" I snap. "You're the one who brought it to light! You're the one who tempted me! You're the one who loved me! And now you're the one who's... leaving me!" each word was laced with the pain this was causing to my dead heart. There was a dull, burning ache there and in my throat. I could smell her scent permeating throughout the room. I could feel the fear and sense the denial. But underneath that was the love I knew she still had for me.

Despite everything.

Bella must have been retracting her shield the more time that passed by.

She chewed her bottom lip once again, sighing in exasperation, "What about Alice? Edward? What do we tell them?"

I look up at her lean yet curvy figure as I say, "The truth."

We couldn't just go home like none of the things that happened, didn't happen. If I chose to stay with my family—that was a big if—and she went back to her husband, my thoughts wouldn't be holy. Edward could read my mind faster than I could try to recount some of my tales as a newborn or any of my human live to keep my thoughts occupied. I'd keep reminiscing about everything Bella and I did, thinking about the little shack we lived in that was probably burned to a crisp by now, the sweet love we made, the many times I ate and tasted Bella's sweet essence and the words we shared between each other.

It'd be impossible for me to keep any of it from him.

And then we'd fight.

And I'd end up disbanding from them all and divorcing Alice, anyways.

No matter how much we would try to hide what happened between us, there would be no different outcome to how things were gonna' go. And I felt as if Alice would see the decision of me leaving as soon as we got back to Forks and chose to forget everything.

Bella knew all of this.

Those full lips I kissed and felt all over me once upon a time, parted. She breathed out my name shakily, "J-Jasper…"

I answered her with all I had to say. "Bella, I'd risk everything for you. Everything."

Those dainty, marbled hands came to rest on my shoulders as she looked me in the eyes, trailing my name on her lips again, "Jasper…"

My fingers slowly curled around her wrist, bringing the palm of her hand to be pressed against my mouth. I inhaled that sweet strawberry scent. It was mixed with mine. I could smell us mixed together.

The denial crept away from her system. It was shown on her pretty face for a split second before melting into that look of pure love and devotion that warmed my icy insides. I loved this woman. She was my mate.

How could I or she have thrown that away?

The words uttered from me in instant, "I love you, Bella. I do."

Her face crumbled with a wave of sadness as she molded into my touch and perched herself on my lap. Bella buried her face in the crook of my neck as she sobbed back, "I love you too, Jasper."

"Then face this with me." I pleaded as she confessed her love to me and continued crying to me, "Face the family, your husband and your daughter with me."

"I… I will." She agreed. "I promise."

I held her tight against my body, rocking is back and forth as a way to comfort her.

She'd be with me… no matter the cost. I felt it. She wanted my forgiveness. And while apart of her wanted to care for her daughter and husband, most of her wanted to love me whole and not give up what we started.

Bella gazed up at me with hooded, tear-filled eyes, demanding of me what I longed for secretly in the last ten hours. "Kiss me, please."

Without much hesitation, I crushed my lips against hers, sharing the most tender kiss we could have ever had. Her hands gripped my face, trailing gingerly to lace and roam through my hair. Bella poured her all in this kiss. I could feel the pure want, need, love as her mouth came down on mine and our lips touched.

It sent rushes all throughout my body and sent a tinge of her essence spilling in between her legs. The smell of her sent my dick to becoming hard under her.

As she felt me poke out underneath her, she crushed the weight of her body to mine, sending me laying on the bed with her on top.

"Make love to me." she softly moaned in my ears, once our lips pulled apart with that ominous soft smacking sound.

I groaned as she roughly ground her hips into me, my hands trailing down her back and spine to that firm bottom. I gave her what was mine a big grab, sending shocks throughout her core.

Bella began to tear her clothes off. She pulled furiously at the mini-flack jacket and shirt. Her tights were shredded and she was left in nothing but those sexy panties coated with her juices and that bra that concealed two other prizes that belonged to me and me only. It was unlike the first time we made love in that yellow truck.

We were so careful with taking everything off, but now didn't give a fuck. All I cared about was carrying out what my mate asked me to do for her: make love.

And I was going to do just that.

"I love you Jasper…" Bella moaned in my ears.

"I love you, Bella." I said right back before we climaxed and she murmured the word that would break my restraint.

"Again."

. . .

We arrived to Forks the following day. Two weeks before Nessie's birthday celebration and just three weeks after finding out that Bella Cullen—my sister-in-law—was my one true mate.

We decided on our journey back that we'd go on as things used to be, keeping the strain on so we didn't end up revealing the discovery and so that we didn't ruin Nessie's upcoming party or mood with the information of her mother divorcing her father for her uncle.

And boy, these two weeks have been hard. I believe I mastered keeping Edward out of my thoughts and it took all of me and my instincts to stay in one place and not rip his arm or head off whenever he'd so much as touch Bella—mate. But I managed. Bella and I agreed that we'd meet each other in secret once a week and have been doing that under the pretense of finalizing plans for the party.

Now when it came to Alice, my pixie wife, Alice… I don't know if she saw any of what went on in Maine or on the way there. But if she did, she ain't say a word. Her main emotions were that bubbly happiness I used to cling to and contentment.

Contentment for what? I had no clue.

All I knew was that as soon as we got through this party… I'd rightfully claim my mate and we'd be together no matter the cost. Time would heal old wounds, so if Emmett's fear of the coven splitting due to Bella and I being together actually happened, then over time they'd accept us and forgive us.

So as Alice tied the bow to my suit, I couldn't get but feel anxious for tonight.

Nessie was turning seven biologically but had the body of a petite twenty year old and mind of an experienced adult. And tonight was her birthday party—or should I say, gala. Which cost over a quarter to a million dollars in food, decorations and everything Alice saw would make the night perfect.

"Ready for tonight?" Alice questioned with a small smile engraved on her face. She'd smile that smile almost everyday since we been back.

I nod and kiss her forehead. After tonight, that'd be the last time I touched her in an affectionate way. "It's all for Nessie."

A/N:

I decided to write an epilogue after this one, which will sum up the events and complete this story.

I want to thank you all for reading! And I hope to end this on a good note. So stay tooned for the last chapter which will be out soon. I promise that.

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