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Moonlight Serenade

The sequel to A Twist of Fate!

Okay, I know where I'm going with this story. AND I'M EXCITED! So... you should be too :D

1. To Be Continued

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Sixty years.... It had been sixty years since I had stepped foot onto Washington soil. Jasper convinced me it would be best if we waited a while before going back to my old home. Everyone I knew, well almost everyone, would have passed away, and there would be nobody to blow our carefully cultivated cover. Yes, it was a sad thing to think about, everyone you know dead... But, the person I cared about the most, the one I loved above all others, was alive. That's all I needed.

I was standing on the porch of the large white house that belonged to the Cullen family. No matter how old it was, it still looked amazing. Forks, Washington... it hadn't changed a bit. The sky was still filled to the brim with dark, heavy clouds. The rain never let up. It was dreary, depressing, and perfect. I'd missed the forest, the rain, the clouds. They reminded me of home. It was oddly cozy.

I heard the front door open. My lips curved into a smile. I knew that smell, those footsteps.

“Jasper,” I sighed. He had become my everything.

“Morning, love,” he replied, putting his lips at my ear. He snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me in tight. His chin rested on my shoulder. We both looked into the surrounding forest, silent.

Jasper and I had become very attuned to each other over the years. Our every move was in sync, almost like we shared the same mind. We had become as close as close could get, and I was more than happy with it. He was like my other half, my better half.

“Are you ready?” he asked, breaking the silence.

I scowled. Today was the first day of school. We had to attend. The younger we said we were, the longer we could stay in Forks. I wished we could just hide out.

“I guess,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

Jasper spun me around to face him. “It'll be fun, I promise,” he said, comforting me.

Yeah, and I could bring down the Volturi single handed. From what I remembered of high school, the word "fun" wasn't the right way to describe it.

“Bella, Jasper,” called Esme from inside the house. She was probably waiting to give us the traditional "have a good day" speech.

Jasper took my hand and both of us walked into the entryway.

“I want both of you to have a good day, okay? Don't dwell on the fact that it's school! Think of it as a nice experience,” she said, patting us each on the cheek.

I admired the fact that she could be so motherly. I was beginning to wonder what being a mother felt like, too. All of Esme's “children” respected and loved her so much. I know I did. It must have been nice to feel that kind of admiration. The way that the simplest good morning or have a nice day made her happy was astonishing.

I knew it was too much to wish for. I gave up my chance at being a mother long before I had ever wanted to be one.

Jasper and I assured her that we would have the best day ever and ran to the car. Edward, Alice, Emmett, and Rosalie had taken Edward's car before we had the chance to leave.

We hopped in and Jasper started the engine. Benny Goodman filled the car. I put my head against the back of the seat and closed my eyes. I loved the way that forties music made me feel. It relaxed me almost as much as Jasper could.

The leather of the seat was warm on my cold skin. Everything felt warm when you were a vampire. It was uncomfortable at first, but I had grown to enjoy the feeling. I never got cold anymore. When your skin is colder than the outside temperature, weather doesn't matter much.

I put my hand on the center console. Soon my fingers were intertwined with Jasper's. He always liked to have at least a hand on me at all times. I didn't fault him for it, though. I loved the way he held me, protected me.

The song faded into one final chord as we pulled into the parking lot of Forks High School.

Jasper parked in a spot next to Edward's car. It was a different silver colored one, perhaps even another Volvo. I didn't really care.

I flipped down the visor and examined my face in the small mirror. I frowned, always self-conscious. I looked into my own eyes. They were disguised purple; the blue contacts made sure of that.

When I was first changed, I thought that the red would fade from my eyes eventually. I thought that my body would absorb all the remaining blood in my system... it didn't. The blood from my human life was still floating around in me all undigested. Sure, if I'd been like a normal vampire it would have all gone away by now. Because of all the blood inside me, I even caught myself blushing occasionally. My body rejected the blood as I would have when I was alive.

I was never thirsty for blood, either. The very thought sometimes triggered a gag reflex. It was like my tolerance was lessened with my change, like my distaste for blood was heightened along with my senses. I was, however, thirsty for water. I was constantly accompanied by a water bottle.

My thoughts were interrupted when Jasper opened my door for me. I quickly flipped the visor up and stepped out of the car.

“If you at least pretend to enjoy school, I'll have a surprise for you tonight,” muttered Jasper into my ear.

“Jasper Hale, are you being fresh with me?” I asked, my hand flying to my chest. I loved to tease him.

“Well, would you consider this,” he started, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me dangerously close to him. “Fresh,” he breathed, embracing me. My arms found their way around his neck.

“Nope, I wouldn't consider that fresh at all,” I replied, grinning wickedly.

He knew what I wanted. He pushed me up against the car, a growl escaped his lips.

“How about this?” he asked. His lips were only an inch from mine. I leaned forward... but the bell rang, halting our little game.

I sighed, and folded my arms across my chest. Stupid high school.

“We'll continue this later,” he assured, his voice husky.

He walked me to my first class, U.S. History. It was going to be a breeze. I'd been alive for the past sixty years of history, and I'd studied all of it before that. Sadly, I had three classes without Jasper, and this was one of them.

We said our goodbyes and then I stepped into the classroom. Every head swiveled to look at me. Even the teacher's mouth fell open.

He caught himself and was instantly contrite. “Thank you for joining us....” He waited for my name.

“Bella,” I answered.

“Take a seat,” he said. He pointed to a chair in the back, the only empty seat. I sat down next to a boy with spiky hair and electric blue eyes.

“Hi, I'm Christopher Newton, but you can call me Chris.” He was almost bouncing off his seat.

Newton... the name sounded familiar. “Do you know a Mike Newton?” I asked. I regretted it when I saw his face drop.

“Yes, he was my grandpa. He passed away just recently.” He looked down at the tabletop.

I blushed. Of course he had died. I'd have to be more careful than that in the future. “I'm so sorry,” I stammered.

“No problem, you didn't know,” he said, warming up a bit.

The rest of the class passed slowly. It was very repetitive. Chris didn't try to talk to me again.

When the bell range I slowly gathered my things. Jasper needed time to get to my class from his. Chris lingered by the table.

“So... can I walk you to your next class?” he asked, walking with me to the door.

“Sorry,” I replied, opening the door. Jasper greeted me with a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh,” murmured Chris, obviously noticing the relationship between Jasper and me.

Jasper grabbed my hand and walked me to my next class.

“Who was that?” he asked when we were out of earshot. I could detect a note of jealously in his question. His expression clouded.

“He sits by me. He's Mike Newton's grandson, so that explains his eagerness,” I replied. “You aren't jealous are you?”

If he really thought I could be wooed by a little high-schooler, I definitely had some questions about his sanity.

He tried unsuccessfully to wipe the look off of his face. I stopped walking.

“Jasper,” I said, waiting for an answer.

“I've never had competition before,” he murmured. He was avoiding eye contact.

“Look at me, Jasper. There is no competition. I love you and only you.”

He looked like he was milling something over in his head. His eyebrows were pulled down into an uncharacteristic scowl.

“And don't even think about killing him,” I warned.

“We'll see,” he grinned. He was probably thinking about just how much he'd enjoy that.

He leaned forward, ready to kiss me.

The bell rang....

“Ugh,” I sighed.

My first two classes we Jasperless, and I hardly got a kiss in between them. It was a recipe for a bad morning.

“We'll continue this later,” he said for the second time that day.

I sure was looking forward to later.