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A Twist of Fate

Jasper is kicked out of the house when the Cullens discover he has cheated on his "vegetarian" diet. What Jasper sees before he leaves is sure to change his and Bella's lives forever. A Jasper/Bella fic.

Okay! I know, I know. I've not been good at updating at all. It's been about 4 and a half months actually. I will be deleting those stories, editing them, AND THEN putting them back up. The only other one staying will be We Meet Again. Not to worry though. They will be back. Anywho, this is a Jasper/Bella fic and I hope you enjoy. I'll be MUCH better with my updates on this one.

16. Dead Man's Party

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“Very well,” said Aro, clapping his hands together. “Jasper, we will let you prepare.” He turned to me. “Bella, I will take you back to your room.”

I nodded. Jasper took my hand, kissed each knuckle, then left the room.

I looked at Edward. He was looking anywhere but at me. I could see the hurt, the betrayal in his eyes. He didn't have a right to feel betrayed. He was the one who started it all.

Aro took my hand and led me out of the room. I was glad. I couldn't look at Edward anymore.

“Excited?” Aro asked when we were walking down the stone hallway.

“Not particularly,” I murmured.

“Well, if I wouldn't have shaken Edward's hand this morning, you would not even be in this mess! I saw what he was planning... or wasn't planning,” he explained.

So that was the reason for the decision. Aro saw that that the Cullen's were not planning on changing me in the first place.

We reached my room, he opened the door.

“Any last meal requests?” He smiled wryly, thinking he'd just made a brilliant joke.

“I've lost my appetite,” I snarled, closing the door in his face. I heard his chuckle through the door.

I started to rifle through my bag. Any busy work would keep my mind off what was going to happen to me in the very near future.

I got dressed and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I sat on the bed. Trying to think about nothing was a lot harder than it sounded.

I soon found myself absentmindedly tracing the scar on my right hand. The memory hit me then, the memory of the pain. James' bite had been a lot more than just a little bit uncomfortable. I clearly remembered the feeling....

I fell onto back, my hands clutching my head. I had to force that memory out of my mind.

That was how Jasper found me.

“Bella,” he whispered. I sat up and controlled my thoughts. The mere sight of Jasper made everything better.

“I'm okay.” I hopped off the bed and went to stand in front of him.

“Ready?” he asked, snaking his arms around my waist. I looked into his eyes, now only rimmed in red. The rest was the golden color I'd come to love.

I grinned, thinking of how I'd technically be dead once he bit me. It reminded me of a song...

“It's a dead man's party,” I giggled. I hopped he hadn't noticed the faint hint of hysteria in my voice.

Jasper sighed. “This is no time to be making stray Oingo Boingo references, Bella.”

“Sorry,” I said, hiding my smile.

He ignored me. “Okay, Bella. We need to do this as soon as possible. Every second I don't... bite you, is a second where the city is unprotected,” he explained.

I nodded, afraid to open my mouth at the risk of getting sick again.

“I think it'll be more comfortable if you lie down,” he said, motioning to the bed. When I didn't move, he grabbed my arm and led me to the bed. I climbed on and did as he suggested.

“I don't want you to be caught off guard, so I'm not going to lie to you and say it won't hurt. It will hurt... a lot. You'll be under my influence, of course, but I can only do so much,” he explained, his eyes alive with concern.

“Jasper?” I croaked.


“I love you,” I whispered, voice shaking.

“I love you too,” he replied. It was the first time he'd said it.

Picked up my arm, trailing his finger from my wrist to the inside of my elbow. He put his lips to my wrist. He kissed it, his eyes flashed to mine... he bit down.

At first it felt like a paper cut, a dull, annoying pain. It was only after a few seconds that it began to live up to my memory.

I had not so much as screamed when I felt another incision, my other wrist this time. Then came my neck, I could see what it did to his face when he bit me. My blood, tempting him more than anything, was pumping into his mouth.

He pulled away though, his face pinched.

The combined force of all three bites was enough to make me scream out. The fire, the sensation that my insides were being burned, was impossible to get passed.

“Jasper!” I shrieked. My vision blurred, my head swam.

I felt cool hands on my face, pushing back my hair. I grabbed at the arm, clutching onto it for dear life. Jasper's cool hands slightly soothed the area it touched, but not enough to stop the pain entirely.

I felt it, the incredible, searing feeling, creep slowly through my veins. It would never stop, the pain would never stop. I'd rather be stabbed with a knife than go through the fire.

“Kill me,” I moaned.

“Don't think like that,” said Jasper. I could hardly hear him, my screams echoed off the walls. “It's okay, Bella!”

I writhed on the bed, tremors of pain wracked my body. Nonsensical words dripped from my mouth. Jasper held tight to my hands, occasionally holding me down so I wouldn't fall off the bed.

The agonizingly long hours drifted by like days. Never once did I have the pleasure of fainting, of blacking out. I was awake the entire transformation.

Each minute felt like hours, the fire never dimming, never burning out.

I struggled to keep my eyes on Jasper's face at all times. The pain always seemed distant when I was looking at him.

Three long, excruciatingly long days passed. I never took my hands off Jasper.

When the pain stopped, it was quick, almost like I'd been doused with ice-water. The fire was now only a memory, and it would remain that way for the rest of my life.

I stayed on the bed, gasping for air I didn't technically need. Jasper eyed me cautiously.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice ringing alarmingly loud in my ears.

“Don't shout,” I whispered.

He grinned. “Everything seems louder now that your senses have been heightened. You'll get used to it soon,” he explained, his voice considerably lower.

I frowned.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked. I could see him lean closer to me, almost as if he was ready to restrain me if necessary.

I thought about it....

“No,” I whispered. I thought I was supposed to be crazy, insane with thirst. I felt nothing if not full.

He raised his eyebrows. “I'll have to tell Carlisle,” he murmured.

I ignored him. “Jasper?” I asked.

“Yes, Bella?”

“How did you stop?” I had been truly marveled when he stopped. I hadn't expected him to pull away, as sorry as I was to admit it.

“I think... after I looked into your eyes, I realized that I couldn't lose you. It would kill me if you were gone forever, especially if it were my fault,” he explained. He squeezed my hand tighter with every word.

“Jasper, I need you to do something.” So, maybe there was something I was thirsty for.

“What, love?” he asked.

“I need you to kiss me,” I replied, a smile creeping across my face.