Sacrilege, You Say Chapter 8: Runaway with Me, a twilight fanfic

A/N: I gotta say, I'm not a big fan of this updating once-a-week thing. Unfortunately, real life is kind of important. Especially for those pesky things like bills and putting food on the table. I think I'd much rather spend my days lost in a fantasy land with Jasper. :)

Anyway, on with the chapter! Enjoy xoxo

– Bella's POV –

I love kissing Jasper.

I'm convinced there's nothing in the world better than kissing my mate. My Jasper.

His naked body felt incredible against my own. I wanted him closer. Needed him so much closer. I could feel how hard he was, how ready. His precum was still leaking from his cock and pooling against my skin. It left a warm, tingling sensation that I wanted to feel deeper. To feel him inside of me. I ached for him; in a way I've never ached for anyone.

At one point, I wanted Edward. Bad. I was ready to become a vampire just so I could have sex with him! But this, with Jasper, is so much more.

It's not just sex. It's a desperate need to connect with him in the most primal, carnal way. To be claimed by my mate. Marked by him. To know that I am his for all eternity.

But it also went beyond the physical. I found peace wrapped up in his arms. Comfort and safety. I never had that with Edward. I've never had that with anyone!

We still had a lot we needed to discuss. I wanted to share my life with him, to tell him all my deepest, darkest secrets. To tell him my story, as short as it is. In return, I want to know him. I want to hear his story. To know his past. To know every detail about him. I've always been kept away from Jasper. He was deemed unsafe by the entire Coven and therefore I could never befriend him or speak to him without Edward hovering.

I wonder if he knows Jasper is my mate?

We'd have to deal with Edward and the rest of them eventually. I can't imagine Edward's going to react well when I tell him I'm mated to Jasper.

As much as I wanted to—and I really wanted to—there wasn't time to indulge in our primal desires. The Cullen could return early, especially if Alice has a vision and Edward's anywhere close by.

When I needed to breathe, Jasper broke our kiss and continued trailing soft kisses across my jaw to my throat.

I loved having him there, too.

It felt thrilling to have a vampire—who could easily kill me—press the softest, sweetest kisses against my pulse point.

"Oh, my Darlin' Bella," he breathed, swiping his tongue across my clavicle. "There ain't an ounce of fear in ya, my love."

I leaned back so that our eyes met. "Why would there be?" I wondered. "I've never feared you, not once."

He gave a light shrug. "I'd understand if ya did. After everythin', you've been through with Edward. Everythin' I've told ya so far, and all the things I haven't . . ."

I pressed my fingers against his lips, shushing him. "You'll tell me when you're ready," I said, leaning forward to replace my fingers with my lips. "We're mated, Jasper." I sighed, brushing my lips across his strong jaw. "We have an eternity to tell each other everything. Right now, all you need to know, is that I trust you. There is nobody in the world I trust more than you."

He sighed and leaned into me. He was on his way back to my lips, his body pressing into mine a little more.

"As much as I'd love to continue this, Cowboy, and I really would," I sighed, "we don't have the time. And I would prefer you didn't take my virginity on a couch in my ex-boyfriend's home."

A low, possessive growl came from him as his body tensed against mine. "The little shit deserves to come home to the scent of yer lovely arousal mixed with mine . . ."

"So, your study doesn't already smell like us?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow, knowing full well Edward would smell what we'd been doing all afternoon the moment he steps foot inside the house.

Jasper pouted. "It's not the same."

He was so cute.

I laughed and pressed a kiss to his pouty lips. "You wanna go make out on his bed?" I asked, giving in to the pout.

Another low, possessive growl came from him. But before he could answer I heard his cell phone whistling, indicating he had a message.

"Shit." He sighed. "Ignore it." He leaned into me to capture my lips.

A moment later there was another whistle.

A growl came from Jasper. "I'm not getting it."

I laughed when his cell phone began to sing, "Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping. Got a real good feelin' somethin' bad about to happen!"

"Damn fuckin' all knowin' . . ." He growled out as he detached himself from my body.

He was gone merely seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

Suddenly I was hit with a feeling of abandonment and loss. My body shivered against the chill in the room. He felt like he was a million miles away, when in fact, he was just across the room.

As quick as he was gone, he was back again. The pain that was beginning to surge through me ebbed away as he pulled me against him. It still wasn't close enough. I wriggled and hooked a leg over his hip, pressing my whole-body flush against his.

"What is it?" Jasper growled into his cell phone. "And it better be good!"

"You don't have time to worship yer mate, Major." A very deep, very sexy southern voice came through the phone.

I could feel Jasper's eyes on me as I listened to Sexy Phone Voice.

Hmm. Should I be finding another male's voice sexy now I'm a mated woman?

"You need to get outta Forks before nightfall," Sexy Voice urged. His tone became more urgent as he spoke.

Jasper tensed as a hiss left his lips. "What's happened?"

I could feel the concern coming from deep within him. Whomever Sexy Voice was, Jasper was worried for them.

"I ain't sure, but trouble's comin' yer way. Where's the Coven?"

"Huntin'. They went up to British Columbia. Won't be back until tomorrow evenin'."

"Shit." Sexy Voice growled. "I won't make it there in time. There's nobody close by. It's yer only option, Major; you need to leave."

"Why, Pete? What do you know?"

"Not much. Just that if ya don't leave, yer gonna have to fight yer way outta Forks, and yer mate is gonna be hurt in the process."

A fierce, deadly snarl came from Jasper as his arm tightened around me. I shuddered and curled deeper into him. Not out of fear. Oh no. There was no fear. This was all desire and need.

Fuck me. The sexiest man alive is draped naked across my body, snarling and growling, his whole body vibrating against mine. His cock is still hard, still leaking against my skin, rubbing against my wet pussy each time he shifts his hips.

"Who?"

"I think it's the shifters."

That caught my attention. "Shifters?" I asked, stunned. "Like shapeshifters?"

"That's right, Cupcake," Sexy Voice confirmed. "But they ain't as wholesome as they make themselves out to be. Yer friend Jacob Black is their Alpha. And he's got his eyes set on you bein' his mate."

"Jacob Black is no friend of mine," I spat. "The last time I spoke to that jackass, he threatened to rape me and then let his friends have a turn with me. Not a good first impression if you're looking for a long-term commitment!"

"How long, Pete?" Jasper growled. He was barely holding on. His whole body was tense and coiled, ready to spring.

I probably should have been more fearful. After everything Jacob Black said to me the last time we spoke and the threats he made, plus knowing he's a supernatural being, I likely should have been concerned.

But truth be told, I wasn't worried.

I was snuggled deep into my mate's strong, protective arms. Little growls and snarls were rumbling in the back of his throat. His body was hard. Tense. Coiled. And I felt completely and utterly safe.

"They know the Coven's gone and are gonna use that as an excuse to attack. The whole pack will make their way to Bella's house as soon as the sun sets. They're gonna try to initiate her as their Pack Bitch. You need to be long gone before then."

Whoa. Hold the fuckin' phone. Pack Bitch?

What the fuck is a Pack Bitch?

Wait, don't tell me! I can use my imagination.

But there was one thing I wondered. "Why me?"

"Yer a Swan, Cupcake," Sexy Voice rumbled. "Elizabeth Swan. Calliope Swan. Valerie Swan. Sabrina Swan. And most recently, yer great, great Aunt Molly have all been taken by the pack and forced to breed with the shifters."

That's disgusting!

"I don't know all the details. Somethin' about Swan blood bein' powerful and creatin' even stronger shifters. I'm still lookin' into it. Because of yer great, great Aunt Molly, this pack is vastly more powerful than the previous packs. She was also the last female to be born into the Swan line until you."

Before I could say anything more, Jasper pressed a kiss to my temple. "We can discuss this later, Darlin'," he said. "Why are they comin' now, Pete?"

"The Cullen's are outta town and they think she's unprotected," he answered. "They would've acted sooner but she was datin' Edweirdo and protected by the Cullen Coven. Somethin' they ain't pleased about. With her eighteenth comin', they're done waitin'. Which is way y'all need to get movin'. This ain't a fight ya need right now, Major. The time will come. But it ain't now. Yer mate is more important."

"I wouldn't risk my mate's life just so I can teach a few pups a lesson, Pete," Jasper scoffed.

"So, we're just going to run?" I asked, frowning. "Didn't we learn our lesson about running when James attacked the Coven?"

"James attacked a Coven of seven vampires, with unknown powers and fightin' skills," Jasper spoke softly. "In that instance, runnin' was the wrong move. We could have easily taken him and the other two. But with the wolves, the fight is different. Sometimes, ya gotta know when to run, Darlin'. The wolves outnumber us. Yer human and, as Pete said, could be hurt . . ."

"Will be hurt," Peter said, knowingly.

Jasper ignored him and continued. "We don't know their strengths, weaknesses, or their numbers. Could be two, three, or twenty. The only advantage we have is that they don't know yer with me and that we're mated," he told me, his voice very patient and gentle as if he were teaching me, rather than dictating to me as Edward would have. "Plus, if I'm taken down, yer left unprotected. Now, I know yer capable, Darlin' . . ."

I pressed my hand against his cheek. "But I'm not capable of taking on a supernatural being," I finished for him.

I was, however, stupid enough to try. Especially if my mate was harmed. I think he knew that, too, which likely factored into his decision to run instead of fight. If I went against one of these shifters—even with my mace, taser, and gun—it's likely I'd be maimed, killed, or kidnapped. And my mate could never allow that.

He leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose and then my forehead.

I nodded. "Okay. Then we run."

Jasper nodded in agreement.

"Will they follow us, Pete?" He asked, turning his attention back to Sexy Voice. "Should I fake her death?"

"Unlikely. I've got a few of our guys ready and prepared to fake Bella's death. It'll have to be believable fer her Pops . . ."

"If he even notices I've gone," I huffed.

"Oh, he'll notice Cupcake. Who do you think's handin' you over to Jacob Black?"

. . .

"W-What?" I whispered. "N-No." I shook my head. I couldn't believe that. "Charlie doesn't even know about the supernatural world!"

Even if he did know, would he just hand me over to be raped, impregnated, and used by a pack of teenage boys who shift into God only knows what?

Does he hate me that much?

I mean, it's pretty damn obvious he doesn't love me. He's never wanted me. But to do this . . . to hand your only daughter over to a group of supernatural beings who're going to . . .

Oh God . . .

Is that why he let me come live with him?

Why else would he agree to take me in? It wasn't to get to know me, to bond, or to become closer. He's never shown any interest in getting to know me. Even now that I'm living with him! He treats me more like his fuckin' maid than his daughter.

Is that part of the deal? He gets to keep me until I'm eighteen then he'll throw me to the shifters and never look back?

Is it the reason we've never bonded? He knows he's going to have to give me up so why bother getting to know me?

Am I not worth fighting for?

"Baby, look at me." Jasper's arms tightened around me.

"I—I don't understand," I whispered, trying to swallow around the lump in my throat.

I wanted to vomit.

And scream.

And cry.

And scream.

And run.

I needed to run.

"I know, Darlin'." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "I promise ya, I ain't gonna let anythin' happen to ya."

I nodded.

"I know it's hard, baby, but I need ya to focus fer a little while, just till we get outta town. Can ya do that fer me?"

I nodded.

"Good girl." He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Give me five minutes and I'll be ready ta leave. If ya wanna grab some stuff, we can swing by yer house on the way outta dodge, but I'm gonna need ya to be quick, Darlin'."

Again, I nodded.

I moved on autopilot. Quickly redressing, thankful that Jasper hadn't ripped my dress, though my bikini wasn't so lucky. I would need another change of clothing.

Can't go on the run without underwear!

I watched in dazed silence as Jasper zipped through the room, shoving things into a duffle bag. His iPhone sat on the coffee table. I didn't even hear him disconnect the call.

Needing to be useful instead of just sitting like a lump on a log, I grabbed his phone charger, cell phone, and laptop adding them to his duffle.

"What about your books?" I wondered, looking at the wall lined with books. There must have been hundreds of books. It seemed wrong to leave them behind.

I looked up as he came out of his closet. Damn. He was dressed in dark wash jeans that molded to his body. A denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons left undone, leaving his throat and clavicle bare. On his feet were dark brown, worn cowboy boots.

Everything about him screamed cowboy.

And sexy.

Damn.

This certainly wasn't an Alice-approved wardrobe.

It was better.

So much better.

He smiled and kissed my temple. "Everythin' I need is right here." He grabbed his duffle and then took my hand.

I took a deep breath, inhaling his masculine scent. I couldn't identify any of the components of his scent, my nose is just the average human nose after all, but it was warm and spicy and made me feel safe.

"C'mon, my love. Let's get you packed up and we'll be on our way," he said gently, leading me out of the room.

As we walked out the front door to his gorgeous black truck, I had a feeling everything was about to change. When Edward first brought me home to meet his family, I hoped I'd one day get to join them and become a part of their family.

Now, I have no interest in being a Cullen.

With Jasper at my side, I knew running from Forks would be easy. My mate would never let any harm to come me. And once I join him in immortality, nothing would ever harm him, either.

While Jasper secured his motorcycle into the truck's bed, I emptied my truck, making sure there was nothing inside I would need.

For safety, efficiency, and speed, we decided to take Jasper's truck. Mine wasn't reliable or fast. So, we put the old girl into the garage and I said a quick, tearful goodbye to her.

Then we were off.

"I was thinking, maybe we could wait until after my birthday to turn me, I'd like to be at least eighteen, but is that practical now the shifters are involved?" I asked as Jasper drove us toward Charlie's house.

"If that's what you want, Darlin', then yes." He squeezed my hand. "It's gonna take us a day, day and a half to get to Pete's place. That'll put us around Monday sometime. If we choose to stop somewhere, we could stretch it to Tuesday or Wednesday. Is there anywhere you'd like to go or anythin' you'd like to do fer yer birthday?"

Unlike me, Jasper didn't seem at all worried about what we were facing. There was a sense of exhilaration coming from him as he sped down the road. He was the embodiment of a relaxed, carefree man. Arm slung over my shoulders, keeping me close to his side. One hand on the wheel. Smile on his face.

You'd never know we were running from deadly shapeshifters hellbent on turning me into their sex slave and human incubator.

I wasn't sure how to answer his question. I've never given it much thought, to be honest. My birthday's never been important. It hasn't been celebrated in years. Charlies never acknowledged the day his daughter was born and it's unlikely Renee would ever remember. To me, it's just another day.

When we reached Charlie's house, Jasper went to come inside with me, but I wasn't sure that was the best idea. If any of the shifters caught his scent, they'd know we ran off together and might try to follow. If they came after us or caught up with us, it would end in a fight and he could be hurt. But, on the other hand, if they think I've run away on my own, they could be less inclined to follow.

"It'll probably be the other way around, Darlin'," he said gently. "It's animal instinct. If they think yer on yer own, yer easier prey. But if they think we're together, and they recognize my matin' scent on ya, it'll give 'em pause. Especially if they smell me around and in yer house."

"They'll know we're mated?" I frowned.

"Probably." He nodded. "Scent is one of the most important, if not the most important of our senses. Right now, they think yer datin' Edward and there ain't any real claim on ya cuz you ain't his mate. My scent, as yer mate, will be entirely different to them, especially since it's mingled with yer essence and yer arousal. If they're intent on gettin' to ya, it'll likely piss 'em off to know we've mated. That'll either make 'em stupid and reckless or volatile and reckless. Depends on how desperate they are for ya to be initiated into their pack."

I wanted to continue this conversation but I knew we were on a time crunch. I figured Jasper knows more about this stuff than I do, so I'd follow his lead.

He went into the house before me, determined it was empty, and then ran a perimeter check while I packed a bag.

The man was thorough, checking every nook and cranny, even rubbing himself against a few things to leave his scent.

I changed quickly. Throwing on one of my dresses. It was a milky coffee color with an orange, dark red, and blue floral pattern. Very fall-ish, I thought. It was short, showing off a lot of leg with a slight, tiny v-neckline. I was going to go with jeans, but the dress called to me. Plus, the bodice opened at the front with a gold zipper, which would make it easier when I need to pump.

Though Jasper had all but drained me, I could already feel my breasts swelling and filling. I'd need to pump in the next few hours.

I added a pair of tan ankle boots with a tiny heel, nothing that would kill me, and my light brown, suede biker jacket.

When I went to the mirror to fix my hair, I noticed the dark reddish mark standing prominently against my throat.

I stared at the little mark in shock.

I've never had a hickey before.

There was something very sexy about it. The thought of my mate's mark on my body, claiming me as his, the evidence of our afternoon right there for anyone and everyone to see was . . . thrilling. Arousing.

I wanted his mark on other places. More intimate places. Places only he'll see.

I wanted to mark him.

I don't think that's possible with his vampire skin, but I'd have plenty of fun trying.

Deciding I didn't want to hide his mark, I threw my hair up into a messy ponytail, leaving my neck bare.

I didn't bother with makeup or anything else. There was no need. I'm an easygoing kinda gal. No muss. No fuss. And the less gunk I've got on my face, the better.

I did swipe on a little ChapStick to keep my lips silky soft, but that was it.

Packing was easy. I don't own many things of great importance to me.

We've covered the 'my parents are crap' thing, so I don't have pictures or scrapbooks or trinkets I can't live without.

I shoved my sketchbooks into a duffle. My laptop. iPod. Kindle. Mr. Prickles, my stuffed cactus I've had since I was a baby. A few pictures of my grandmother. The locket she gave me. My breast pump. Can't forget that. And my favourite vibrator . . .

On second thought, I grabbed the small trunk from the back of my wardrobe and tossed everything into my duffle. No need to let Charlie or any horny shapeshifters find that if they decide to go snooping around.

Then I stuffed as many clothes as I could into the small dark purple suitcase. I don't have much, so it didn't take long.

I grabbed my washbag from the bathroom and all my toiletries and makeup. Tampons, I'll need those soon.

That reminded me. I also grabbed the mega box of condoms my mother snuck into my suitcase before I left Phoenix. Half the box is gone, but there are plenty left. I'm not sure if Jasper needs condoms or if vampires can even get females pregnant, but there's no way in hell I'm going to risk carrying a demon child.

I want immortality with my soulmate.

I don't want to be saddled with a child.

Holy crap! I sound like my mother . . .

. . .

My eyes shifted to my flat belly wondering what it would be like to have a child with Jasper. To be impregnated by him. To watch as my body grew and expanded with our baby. To give birth to a blonde-haired, blue-eyed little mini Jasper . . .

. . .

Oh fuck . . .

. . .

He'd be so cute. With his curly blonde hair and a pair of little denim overalls and a flannel shirt, just like Daddy . . .

. . .

I wonder if that's something Jasper wants. To be a Daddy. It seemed important to the entire Cullen family, but I never knew Jasper's thoughts one way or another.

. . .

No!

What the fuck am I thinking?

I don't want kids!

For crying out loud! It's a moot point anyway. He's a vampire! They can't have kids. If they could, Rosalie and Esme would have popped out half a dozen by now! Each!

. . .

Although, maybe females couldn't but males could. With a fertile human female.

. . .

But how the hell would that even work? Aren't vampires technically dead?

. . .

Oh hell. My brain hurts.

. . .

Best not to think about it. I've never wanted children. And the likelihood my vampire mate can have them is very slim.

And, as I said, I don't even want kids!

With a huff and a bit more force than I intended, I tossed the condoms into my duffle.

"Darlin'?" Jasper called, darting into my bedroom. Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me back into a hard, muscled chest. Soft lips moved across my throat with each word he spoke. "That was some rollercoaster your emotions and I just went on; wanna tell what's botherin' ya?"

"No." I sighed, "It's stupid and we don't have time." I turned around in his arms and kissed his throat. "We can talk in the truck."

He gave me a curt nod, his eyes drifting to my duffle. "Ready to go?"

"I need a human moment, then I'll be ready."

He smiled, kissed the tip of my nose, and disappeared out the door.

With a sigh, I headed back to the bathroom, my mind still on that little blonde, blue-eyed mini Jasper.

When I was done in the bathroom, I grabbed my duffle and suitcase and headed downstairs. I found Jasper in the kitchen packing a cooler full of water bottles and food for the trip.

"I should leave a note," I figured, grabbing a pen and paper from the drawer by the phone. "Are we going anywhere near Florida?" I asked, still unsure where we were going.

"No." He shook his head, looking over my shoulder as I wrote.

Nothing telling. Just something to throw them off. If they're smart, they'll know it's a lie. If not, they'll head to Florida. And that's only if they're desperate enough to chase me.

Can't deal with Forks anymore. Gone to see mum. – Bella.

I stuck the note on the fridge. Charlie will find it when he goes looking for his next beer.

"Ready, babe?" Jasper asked, taking my duffle and suitcase as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.

"Mm. Ready." I smiled, following him out the door.

I locked up and then headed to the truck.

"Uh, Bella?" Jasper called from the backseat where he was placing my duffle. "That's a mighty big box of condoms you've got there, Darlin'." His dark eyes narrowed as he looked over at me. "And why the fuck is the box half empty, mate?"

I smiled. "Water balloon fight with Emmett."

Jasper chuckled, the darkness in his gaze returning to the deep red I was getting used to seeing.

"Edward was very unhappy when he got a condom to the face." I sighed, getting into the truck. "You should have seen his face when he realized what we were using instead of water balloons . . ."

"I would have liked to see that!" He laughed, shaking his head as he slid into the driver's seat. "So," he started the truck and pointed us towards the highway, "you wanna tell me bout that mini freak out you were havin' earlier?"

"Oh." I sighed. "I found the condoms and figured I'd bring them, you know, just in case." I shrugged. "My mother taught me to always be prepared, no matter what the situation. I think she was trying to make sure I didn't end up saddled with a kid like she was."

"Those thoughts led to children and wondering if you and I could even have children and if we could, is that something we want or something you want," I babbled nervously. "I know the rest of them are all desperate to be human again and Rosalie and Esme both hate their existence as vampires because of what it's taken from them. But you and I never had the chance to get to know one another and I'm not sure what your thoughts are on the matter, one way or another . . ."

He was silent for a moment, possibly thinking over his answer.

When he draped his arm across the seat, I shuffled closer to him, loving the bench seating rather than two separate seats. It was nice to be able to curl up against his side and he didn't seem to have any issues driving with me so close to him.

Without taking his eyes off the road, he kissed my temple. "If I had been human, havin' babies with ya would have been my dream." He began, his voice soft, gentle. "Back then, it was somethin' I wanted. A wife. A family. A whole bunch of little ones runnin' around our family ranch. That was the dream."

That would have been nice.

"But the truth is," he went on, "when I turned, my human life ended and a new life began. I knew and accepted, long ago, that what I'd wanted as a human ain't possible as a vampire."

So, babies weren't possible.

"I ain't a Cullen, Darlin'. I don't spend my days reminiscing about my human years and all I've lost. I have no desire to be human again. Hell, I can't stand pretendin' to be one every damn day! Goin' to high school over and over, it ain't livin', Bella, it's existin', and I can't do it anymore."

That was understandable. I couldn't do it, either. I'm surprised they've all lasted this long. Though, the others all seem content in their way of life. Perhaps they even enjoy it.

"I won't stand in yer way if that's the life ya wanna live," he assured me, "but I ain't gonna go to high school with ya, Darlin'. I'll make the exception fer college, but I can't go to high school anymore."

"Thank fuck for that," I breathed a sigh of relief. "While I'd like to finish my education, get my diploma, and go to college, I have no interest in repeating high school. Once is enough for me."

"I'd much rather live my life," I said. "Travel. See the world. Sketch and paint. Figure out what I want to do as far as a career is concerned. I've always loved to write; maybe I'll write a novel or become an illustrator or a photographer. I dunno." I shrugged. "I think it might be nice to settle in a big city somewhere or a remote part of the wilderness away from civilization for a few years, but as far as the Cullen's way of life goes, I think I'd rather stay human, and live a mortal life than go to high school on repeat."

I don't see the point in being immortal and wasting time constantly repeating high school. I could see myself going to college, but not continuously. Edward has seven degrees! What's the point of doing all that work if you're not going to put them to use?

Carlisle has a career as a doctor!

Why can't the others have jobs or careers instead of endless high school?

Jasper smiled, seeming relieved we were on the same page. "But you do want children . . ."

I sighed. "I think it would have been nice," I admitted. "I can picture him. A little boy with blue eyes and his Daddy's curly blonde hair . . ."

His arm tightened around me. "It would've been nice."

I looked up at him. "But it isn't possible . . ."

I needed to hear him tell me for sure it wasn't a possibility. That the little boy I'd just begun imagining wasn't ever going to lay in my arms or call me Mummy.

"No, my Darlin', it ain't possible," he said gently. "When my human life ended, so did the possibility of having children."

. . .

I'm a firm believer in fate.

Everything happens for a reason.

If my soulmate can't have children, then—to me—that tells me, it wasn't in the cards for us.

If we had been destined to be parents, then Jasper would be able to have children. But he can't. So, as far as I'm concerned, that's the end of it.

Would it have been nice?

Of course! Who wouldn't want to have an adorable, blue-eyed, blonde-haired little Jasper running around? But I'm not going to spend the rest of my life dwelling on what could have been and miss out on all the good life has to offer.

I'm lucky. I'm going to spend the rest of my eternity with my soulmate. There aren't many people who even get that.

A/N: So, what do we think of an evil Charlie? I've never written evil Charlie before; I think it'll be interesting. I have big plans for him.

Next chapter, Bella and Jasper talk more about his past and get to know each other while they run from the shifters.

Jasper's ringtone is from the song Somethin' Bad by Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert. Great song. :)