A/N Thanks to OoJasper'sAngeloO for her beta work on this chapter. A lot of you wanted to read another chapter so here it is. Hope you enjoy.

I do not own Twilight or and of the characters.

Jasper's POV

Judging by the sound I'm beginning to think that maybe I should have heeded Alice's warning. I heard arguing. It was a male voice telling someone to let them carry their things. The female was clearly upset and was trying to get the male to leave her alone.

Now normally I stay out of the affairs of humans, but there was somethin' about this guy that screamed "rape". Of course the humans around me couldn't hear what was going on as it was outside. I decided to go and check it out.

I quickly went outside and looked around to see if I could see what exactly was going on. If it was an argument between two lovers, or even a husband and wife I would stay out of it, but it didn't sound like it. The feeling of fear was telling me that something wasn't right.

I did take a minute to go and put my bags in the truck. While watching a big guy trying to get a tiny little gal to go to his car. When I say tiny I meant Tiny. She couldn't have been over four foot ten. I couldn't really see her face as her back was to me.

I did see the very large knife that he was holding to her side. Humans wouldn't have seen it as they were across the parking lot. I did hear her tell him that her boyfriend was a mean son of a bitch, and that he would be coming to pick her up and he would hurt him badly if he saw him touching her.

He laughed and I heard him tell her that he didn't believe her. I decided that for once I wasn't going to sit on the sidelines and then read about how this tiny girl was found beaten, raped and possibly even dead. Her "boyfriend" was just about to show up. I could always get her to believe that I just got close enough to overhear their conversation. I wanted to, just for once in my life, do something I could be proud of.

I made sure that there weren't any humans that could see me and flitted around so that I could use my vampire speed without actually having to be out in the open. As soon as I was close enough to them that I could yell at her and she would hear, I stepped out between two cars.

I started walking towards them and said, "Now darlin', I know you're mad at me, but trying to make me jealous by talking to some strange guy isn't very nice."

As I said this I walked up to her smiled and winked while putting my arm around her tiny shoulders, "Please tell me this bastard isn't bothering you. I can see that he needs to learn that when a lady says no, she usually means it."

I heard her intake of breath and then smelled it. Blood, the bastard had pushed the knife into her side. It was only the tip because before he could shove it in even more, I had his hand in mine. I pulled his hand and knife away from her while crushing the bones in his hand. Of course she would never know that, but this man needed to be taken out so that he couldn't hurt another female again.

I decided to hunt him down after I got her to safety. I wasn't going to drain him, but I was going to make sure he never hurt anyone else. There was just something about seeing him threaten her that was just fucking pissing me off.

He screamed out when I punched him and then with a promise to hunt him down if he ever hurt another lady I turned the gal around and lead her to my truck. I was going to take her to the hospital. How in the fuck I was going to keep from draining her with her bleeding in my truck I had no clue. I just wanted so badly to help her.

After we got to my truck I helped her in and then went around and got in. She was crying by this time. Shit, what do I do with a crying, bleeding girl. I realized then that she probably thought she had gone from the frying pan and into the fire so to speak.

"I'm sorry, but I saw that he had a knife and I was trying to get you away from him. I overheard what you said about a boyfriend. I just wish I could have stopped him before he stabbed you. I won't hurt you, but you do need to be looked at. I'm taking you to the hospital. I'll drop you off and then you won't ever have to see me again. Is there some one I can call for you? Family, husband, boyfriend?"

"No I have no family, or friends. My real parents were killed when I was little and I was adopted by a really nice family, but they both died a few months ago in a car wreck. I have no one else. Please, I know that I'm bothering you because of the blood, but no hospital. You can just drop me off at the corner up here and I'll walk the rest of the way to my room."

"Its no bother, I promise. The hospital isn't that far away. If you don't want to go there, then at least let me take you home. My mama raised me to be a gentleman and she would have a fit if she knew I let a lady walk home after being attacked." I told her.

"I really don't want you to have to go through all of that trouble. Please, just let me out here." she begged me.

I could feel that she was feeling shame, but couldn't for the life of me figure out why. Then I felt my phone go off and checked to see that I had a text from Peter,"Ask her if she has a place to stay."

It was then that I took a really close look at her. Her clothes, which consisted of jeans and a sweat shirt were well worn. They were dirty and her hair, which was very long and braided, hadn't been washed in a very long time. She had no coat.

She was homeless. But how? While she was dirty, she was beautiful. Her hair was long and blonde. Her eyes kind of reminded me of Bella's eyes when she was human, they were a dark brown. Surely she could have found a job, but I decided to do as Peter had told me and ask her.

"Listen, you don't have to tell me anything if you're not comfortable, but do you really have a place to stay? I have a feeling that you are just wanting to get away because you are bleeding. I promise, the blood doesn't bother me. You need to have it cleaned and covered at least. If you want I can drop you off at the hospital, I won't even go inside." I told her suddenly realizing that the blood really didn't bother me.

Then I was hit with a shit load of shame and embarrassment. Obviously I couldn't tell her I knew what she was feeling so I spoke in such a way that most humans would have reacted to her silence, "Please don't be embarrassed. Everyone has problems even though most at least have family or a place to live. Please don't take this the wrong way, but it looks as if you haven't changed clothes in a while. If you want I can put you up in a hotel and you can at least have a warm place to sleep and maybe have a shower."

My phone went off again with a new message from Peter, "Invite her to the cabin. She needs to have her wound taken care of. You need to be the one to do it. She's bleeding a lot more that you think."

She spoke up, "Sorry if I'm keeping you from your girlfriend or wife. You don't have to bother with me any longer. Just drop me off at the next corner."

"I already told you I'm a gentleman and I'm not leaving a pretty girl like you, bleeding on a dirty street corner. I have a cabin about thirty minutes away. I can take you there. You can take a shower and I'll wash your clothes. I'll also clean that wound and bandage it. You can stay there tonight and then tomorrow we'll decide where you can go from there. Oh and one more thing, I don't have a wife or girlfriend." I told her while sending her some calm and trust.

For some fucked up reason I was really wanting her to trust me. She did seem to trust me enough to get in the truck with me. It kind of felt good and I really just wanted to feel more of it. Her feelings were refreshing and much lighter than being around the family. No, I didn't even want to think about them right now.

She really shocked me when she started to cry. Fuck! I hadn't meant to hurt her feelings, "Please don't cry. Did I say something to upset you? I didn't mean to. Please, just let me help you. I'm alone and I really would like to get to know you. You seem different than most girls I have met. I promise, I just want to help and I don't want anything in return, except maybe your friendship."

Shit! She started crying even harder then. I decided to just let her cry until she could talk. I did take her hand in mine, forgetting the differences in temperatures. She never flinched or even acted like it was abnormal.

After a couple of minutes she had calmed down, "I'm sorry. Its just that most people see me and want to stay away. A few men want me to do something for money. I'm not used to having someone nice wanting to help me. Yes, I'll come with you, but you don't have to help with my wound. I was able to get a tiny bit of money so I could buy a sandwich from the store, so I promise I won't be a bother, but why did you buy all of that food if you are alone? You must have at least ten bags back there."

I was shaken by her question. Finally I just told her that I wasn't sure of what I felt like eating so I just bought what sounded good. I smiled at her and I actually heard her gasp. It wasn't out of terror, but out of attraction. While there was no lust, there was just the slightest bit of desire and she smiled back.

Now I had another problem. I wanted her to stay and I found myself wanting to take care of her. I would have to figure out a way to try to at least stay in contact with her. She was the first person, human or vampire that didn't try to run from me or control me. Although Bella has never really feared me even when I tried to attack her, she still kept her distance from me, never really trying to get to know me better.

Her tiny hand in mine felt so warm and soft. It was the first contact I have had that was done just because I wanted to feel needed and I wasn't about to let go unless she wanted me to. I noticed though that she never pulled her hand away, even though she did finally speak up and her words hurt deeply.

"Aren't you afraid that I might get your hand or clothes dirty by holding my hand? I know that I'm very dirty and probably stink too. You can let go, I promise I won't run." she whispered.

I made another mistake and growled at her words. She still didn't flinch. Then I told her, "If I thought that, I can promise you I wouldn't be holding your hand. I'm doing it because you seem to need the comfort of a friend and I want to be that for you. I know that we haven't even introduced ourselves so how about I start and give a little background on me. Then you can tell me about you."

She smiled and so I started, "My name is Jasper Hale and I live in Forks, Washington. I'm here to get away for a few days. I live with a family that most people would call strange. I'm single and have been for a very long time now. I have only two friends and that was who I have been getting the texts from. Except now, I have met someone who I'm really hoping to become good friends with. I'm 20 years old, but it feels like I'm older."

I smiled again at her and she just stared for a minute before smiling back. Then she started, "My name is Catherine Watts, I'm nineteen years old, I'll be twenty in August. My parents were murdered brutally when I was eight. They never found their killers and they never will. I was taken to an orphanage where I stayed for only a few months. My parents had no living relatives so I had to stay there until I was adopted. There were several couples that actually took an interest in me but as soon as they found out my disability, they ran. And before you ask, I'll tell you that I am hard of hearing.

I am not deaf, I have three problems that has to do with my ears. I was born with a disability that infects a nerve in my ears. Its actually a tone deafness. The higher the pitch of sound whether its a voice or other sound the better I'm able to hear. The deeper tones, like your voice not so much. But I do read lips.

The other problems is that I had measles when I was a baby and it settled in both ears. It was removed from one ear, but never got around to doing the other ear. Then when I was in the orphanage there was a girl who didn't like me. She slapped me across my left ear and did permanent damage, now I hear ringing in that ear, it won't stop. But I finally got lucky and got adopted.

The couple that took me in were a slightly older couple, but I never wanted for love. They loved me deeply and the feeling was mutual. They weren't completely poor but they couldn't afford new things most of the time because he was a factory worker and didn't make much.

I had just turned nineteen when they were in a car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver and both were killed instantly. The drunk driver walked away without a scratch. They had still been paying on their house and since they couldn't afford insurance, the bank foreclosed on the house. I was lost and scared and so I lost the only job I could get which was working at the same factory that John worked at. I just couldn't seem to make it to work because the only car we had was repossessed because I couldn't afford to pay on it. So I found myself homeless and without any means of supporting myself.

I started traveling, hitch hiking some and staying long enough to earn enough to get me to the next town to see if I could find permanent work. Unfortunately, no one wants to hire a girl with dirty clothes on, who hasn't showered in months. I was actually trying to get back home and then I was going to look up a doctor that I knew lived somewhere around Port Angles. He was the one who helped me when my real parents were murdered. I was hoping that he might be able to help me get a job.

I had just finished up a dish washing job and earned enough to buy a few sandwiches. I had just bought them when that awful man came up and tried to do whatever he was planning. Thank you by the way for saving me. I can't even imagine what would have happened if you hadn't."

Then she did something that shocked me even more than anything else she had said or done. She slid over to my side and kissed me on the cheek and then putting her empty hand around my waist hugged me. I had no words for her. I was stunned and excited at the same time. Then something she had said made me curious, so I asked her about it.

"Wait, you said that the one that murdered your real parents would never be caught. Mind if I ask why you believe that? Just curious as to why you wouldn't want them caught and did you see them?"

She smiled, "Yes, I did see them. I was actually put through a bunch of stupid tests and that's how I met the doctor. He was really interested in my story. He finally explained that I needed to stop telling them the truth, after he finally admitted that I was telling the truth. He's actually the one I believe found the couple to adopt me. It was vampires that killed them. And before you say anything else, I also know that you are a vampire. And lastly, I know that you won't hurt me, you're an animal drinker!"

Well color me shocked. . .

A/N Alright, let me know what you think. If you decide not to continue to read please let me know. I'm curious as to how many won't read because its not Bella. Thanks to all of the reviews, alerts and favorites. This story got more reviews than I expected. Thanks guys.