35All Characters belong to Stephanie Meyer © [Okay, I'm trying very hard to survive without owning Edward. But does anyone know who owns R-Patz? (Just watched Remember Me, he was so good in it! Not to mention cute! *Spoiler alert* Why oh why does his character have to die in the end!) Though I'd still rather have a Cullen *sulk*]
I'm in Ireland! Top of the morning to you! *Does a mini-Irish dance whilst wearing green* It's so cold here! Aaagghh! Lol XD
I currently have the Eclipse Soundtrack blasting in my ears… It's awesome! (Though, I've probably screwed up my hearing because the music is on full volume.)
BPOV
Alice had already "seen" that I was wearing what she chose for me to visit J, so I chose for once; not to complain while she dressed me in a light blue cashmere, v-neck sweater, dark skinny jeans and silver ballet pumps. She had me in an elaborately designed, silver necklace and I was sure that if I still had my new-born strength, she wouldn't have still treated me like her Barbie doll. She dressed up Renesmee more; and she enjoyed it but whenever she left the house, then I was attacked. I'd decided that 80% of my wardrobe was blue. Mainly because Edward loved it.
Edward and I didn't mention anything to Jasper about Edward coming with us to visit J. But I think he might have possibly figured it out when I walked with him, hand in hand towards Carlisle's black Mercedes [A/N I don't know what kind of car Jasper is supposed to have; I think he only has Edward's old motorbike but does anyone know if he actually owns a car?]. I was positive that Jasper knew our plans when he glared at me.
EPOV
I was about to open my mouth to say that I was coming to meet J with Jasper and Bella, but Jasper's glare silenced me. I guessed he already knew, although I didn't remember telling anybody our intentions. I tuned into his mind to find out.
How… dare…they…? Alice was right… I am this family's connection with Jenks. If he sees the others, then he might guess who we are…What we are... Can you hear me Edward? This has so many risks! Are you willing to risk our lives? Alice's life? Bella's? Nessie's? Why!
I tuned out before I could hear him continue. I should have clued Alice in to our plan instead of her asking Jasper. I realised that I had not said anything for a long time and that Jasper was no longer glaring at my wife, but me. I looked to Bella and her face was full of one of confusion, she lifted her shield and opened her mind to me.
What's going on, Edward? Are you having more "mind-conversations"? I hate those! Please tell me what's going on! Did Jasper tell Alice? Is he angry?
I just nodded.
My wife turned to Jasper, "Jasper, I guess you already know that Edward is coming with us, and I know you don't like it, but you'll have to live with it, okay?"
He half-snarled at my wife, looked at me and then got into the car. Bella and I sat in the back, mainly for fear that if Bella sat in the front next to Jasper, he would have a go at her and if I sat next to him it would be easier at him to mentally shout at me. Jasper noticed this.
"You know, I won't try and kill you if either of you sit next to me." Not yet anyway.
He saw me glaring at him and added: Joking, Edward, I won't hurt you or your darling wife.
I laughed out loud and poked him in the back before saying, "Jazz, you could try… But you wouldn't come back home and I don't think that Alice would like that."
Bella looked at me; she obviously wanted to know what was going on, "Later." I told her.
She turned to Jasper to reply to his previous question, "All the same, Jazz, you're giving us so many hostile feelings right now that I'm surprised that Edward and I don't just kill each other!" She leaned forward to playfully nudge Jasper in the shoulder and they both grinned.
Fighting with him never worked, between my mind-reading and his emotion control, we were nearly always on the same page and rarely disagreed since when he wanted to kill Bella while she was still human. Once, I would've chosen Emmett as my favourite brother, now it was an even contest.
I was glad that Jasper was no longer as sour as he had been earlier and he must've felt relief wash over me as I realised that he was no longer angry at us. He thought:
Me too, brother, me too.
Jasper grinned once more as he pulled out of the Cullen drive-way.
BPOV
It was a long drive to Seattle, even though I was a vampire, I still hadn't appreciated time the same way my family did. So although the drive was just an hour; I still considered it long. I leaned into Edward's side and counted the number of street-lights I saw going by. The really strong vision helped extremely, with Jasper's too-fast driving (I still didn't like driving fast) and Edward rubbing circles on my palm (dazzling me as always), I found it had to concentrate. I was nervous about seeing J again, What if Jasper had scared him so badly that J was more terrified than the last time I had met him? I was going to open my shield and ask Edward about this but decided against it. He was hyped up by the fact he had irritated Jasper so many times today, no need to dampen his light mood.
So I leaned further into Edward's shoulder and, even though I didn't need rest, I closed my eyes and thought about the obviously eventful evening to come.
Jenks POV
Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no! Why? Why does he have to come? I'll retire next year! I swear! I don't care if I'm too young! When Mr Jasper comes through those doors! NO! I can't remember. I won't remember! I won't!
My internal argument hurt my more or less simple mind, but it was better than remembering my last meeting with Mr Jasper. I then made the terrible mistake of remembering my first meeting with him.
It was late at night the first time I met Mr Jasper. My predecessor, Mr Peterson, had made a big thing about his "priority client", his "most important client". How this one man was basically his boss. How he hovered over his desk whenever he had made documents for him. How "Mr Jasper" would never let him see pictures of his family and would always finish the documents himself.
That night, the night I had met Mr Jasper, there had been thunder and lightning, the rain beat down heavily at my thin window panes. This only added to his effect. Then the lights flickered furiously and I remembered that I had mentally cursed myself by not paying for the electrical specialist rather than the handy-man down the street.
Suddenly, the door burst open. And he was there, in a long black leather coat that was barely wet; despite the obviously wet weather. His black suit only made his pale white skin stand out more. His honey-coloured hair was barely dishevelled by the wind outside and to this day, I can't eat honey without a reminder of the mysterious not-so gentleman that scared me to tears.
And his eyes were the strangest shade of gold. I remembered that throughout the years; his eyes had differentiated between a butterscotch-gold and a dull, dangerous black. I'd decided that black was dangerous only based on the fact that he was so much scarier while they were black, he stayed a further distance but that only seemed to increase the inevitable fear I felt around him. The fear that made me feel like I was drowning in it. That made me wish I was drowning. At least then I wouldn't be able to feel it. When he was around I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, though I wouldn't. Only for fear that he would follow me there and make me feel worse.
I couldn't tell anyone about him. No, I couldn't. For one: I'd promised. Two: he had a kind of aura that most bullies had, the "if you tell on me, it will get worse" kind of feeling. He'd even promised that if I'd told anyone about him; it would get worse. The only thing I could say that was good about him was: he seemed to care for his family. He never let me see their pictures because he worried about them. About their safety.
I knew the names of his family off-by-heart now. There was Miss Alice, his wife. Then his siblings: Miss Rosalie, Mr Emmett and Mr Edward. I mentally added another sibling. Miss Bella, she hadn't been formally introduced but she had said that she was married to Mr Edward and had a child; that I think was called Vanessa, although I couldn't be sure if that name was fake or not. I wondered when I would see Bella again. She was the last connection I'd had to the Cullen family. I shuddered.
Cullen. A word that instilled fear deep in to my old bones.
I wondered if his father and mother: Dr Carlisle and Miss Esme knew that he did such things to me. They probably did though. Anyone like that couldn't be that scary on his own, he'd probably had special "frightening lessons" from his father. I was both amused and scared by this thought, my reaction somewhere in between a chuckle and a whimper.
My thoughts were scrambled by the kind, young voice of my assistant, Polly-Anne. "Scott, the Cullen's are here," said the intercom.
I pressed the smooth plastic button and replied, while trying to keep my voice calm despite the fear that was to come. "Send them in."
Then something hit.
Polly-Anne said Cullen's.
As in plural.
Oh my God! No! I bet it's Emmett! Oh gosh! He's come to kill me for helping Bella. I knew this day was coming. I mean it's a bit delayed but still. I never said good –bye to my wife. Oh no! Oh no, no, no! Please God, if you can hear me now, please let it be quick and painless. Look after Stella and the girls. Please!
I had no more time to beg, the door opened and I waited for the pain. The fear.
Oooohhh! A cliffy! Well you know that Bella won't let anyone hurt J. So it's not really a cliffy… Oh well…
BTW sorry for the confusing change between POV's I'll try and fix it in the next chapter!
Lol XD I'll try and update soon! Pleeeaaassseee Review? * Goes down on knees and begs* Please? I need feedback to help writing! (Though don't worry, I'll still update even if you don't, it's just nice to know that someone is reading this) Thanks to my other reviewers!
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