Hello, darlings! Here comes the last outtake.

It's a wrap.

I know it's short, but I didn't want to make it too long and lose the essence of how I imagined their second meeting. I hope that you like it.

Again, a million thank yous to each and every one of you, whether you only alerted, reviewed, or took time out of your day to silently walk with me through this craziness.

It was my first "Why choose" romance fic, and the first one in which I felt comfortable enough with myself to explore so many innuendos, and explicit scenes and moments. It was way more fun than I expected.

A tease to what I'm working next: Sam/Paul/Bella. Still within the universe of the books. The Cullens left, never came back. Bella slowly gets over them (with help of course), goes to uni/college and somewhere in the plot we have our two overprotective wolves. This fic will either be started during the week, or in two/three weeks.

I hope you stay with me for another ride.

Have fun.

THE LOCKET.

Outtake 2; Bree & Jasper.

Something had changed. She could feel it in her chest. The tightness that had felt oppressive these past days was loosening, and she felt a tug in her head. As if she was holding one end of a rope and the person on the other end started tugging at it. She fought the impulse to tug back. She did not know who or what was at the other end of that rope, and judging by her series of bad decisions lately, perhaps tugging on an imaginary rope in her head was not the brightest idea.

She'd been in this place for three days, trying to adjust, to figure out what the hell happened. How the hell she ended up being turned into a damn vampire by a woman so thirsty for revenge that she lost all sanity. How could she have mindlessly followed her?

She ignored everyone; she didn't trust anyone here. The only person she somewhat trusted was the girl that saved her life. But she was busy and only checked occasionally. It was okay, though; whenever she showed up, she was kind and honest.

That was the most disconcerting thing about this place. Every person she had met so far had been genuinely concerned with making her feel comfortable.

She sighed, that rope tightening in her head once more. It was not an uncomfortable feeling. If all, it was warm and comforting. It felt like home. And that was why she didn't want to pull back. Her human life had been crappy. Her parents disowned her and threw her out of their lives, so it had been her against the world for a long time. She made due, but it left her scarred and with trust issues.

Bree left her room when it started to feel like the walls were closing on her. There was only one window in her room, which she had opened to get more ventilation, but after spending so many weeks in a camp, looking at the night sky and watching the stars, being in that room felt like being in a box.

She had been there three days, or perhaps more. She knew it had been at least three. She had been counting but lost faith. She had done the same when she first found out what she was. Count days. As if knowing how many days it had been would change anything. It didn't the first time; it wouldn't this time, either.

She walked in the general direction of the training room. Bella had mentioned that she spent a lot of time there since her mates insisted on her learning how to protect herself. To her surprise, Bella was also a newborn. Maybe that's what made Bree trust in Bella's words. She knew what it was like to be this right now. She understood.

Bree crossed the corner, deep in her thoughts, but stopped dead when she lifted her head and noticed who was there.

She gasped when she saw him standing at the end of the hallway, looking all tall and broad shoulders. His hair was tussled as if he'd passed his fingers through it. His eyes were locked on her figure, never darting away. She was the prey, and he was the hunter. Only she wanted to be hunted, especially if he was the one doing it.

When they met briefly at that parking lot after Victoria had been taken down, she felt the spark of something. Victoria had repeatedly explained how she'd felt when she met her own mate. Bree knew enough of the theory to recognize her mate when she met him.

But he left with another woman, and she felt her heart break, even when she didn't know his name.

But he was here now, looking like a castaway seeing land for the first time in a long time. He was looking at her as if she was his lifeboat.

It was then that the insistent tugging in her mind stopped. Had it been him calling her? Luring her in?

"I thought you left with her." It was all she managed to say.

Was she here with him?

He didn't move, but she saw the corner of his mouth lift in a smile. "I left with them, not her. I had things to settle down in the US before moving up here permanently."

"Things?" She raised an eyebrow at the vagueness of his explanation.

"I paid a shitload of money to get divorced in three days."

Bree's eyes widened at his declaration. Divorced in three days. Divorce in three days, when it can take months, even when the two parties cooperate. She didn't know what to say. Jasper stalked closer.

He finally reached her, brushing a finger down her cheek, settling on her chin, tilting her head to meet his eyes.

Fuck, that was hot.

"No more questions?"

"Who are you?"

"Jasper. My name is Jasper, darlin'. What's your name?"

"Bree." She felt weak at the knees. Was that possible for a vampire?

"Why are you here?"

"To make you mine." His eyes were smoldering golden. They were captivating.

"Yours?"

"Yes, Bree. I'm already yours. What's left is for you to be mine."

Her stomach fluttered.

"Why would I be yours?" She knew with one hundred percent certainty that he was her mate. She didn't need to ask. The signs were there. It was instinctual. But she wanted him to say it out loud.

"Because, darlin', you're my mate, and when I saw you in that parking lot, you stole my heart and took it with you."

She stayed silent for a few seconds until a smile pulled her lips upward. It was her first genuine smile in a long time.