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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

2. A Not So Stranger in the Woods

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Lunch, the only time I could talk to my family without the risk of being overheard. Normal people usually shied away from us. Sure, there were the occasional oblivious ones that tried to start a conversation with us, but they were few and far between.

Alice and Edward sat at one end of the table. After Edward had “split up” with Alice in Italy and tried to get back together with me, he realized that they really were meant to be. Alice had her fun tormenting him for a little while, but eventually she came to the same realization that Edward did. That kind of devotion is hard to resist. Edward admitted that what he did was childish and stupid, and they'd been together ever since. They didn't like to look back on that time and preferred that the subject be avoided, though.

Rosalie and Emmett... nothing exciting had happened there. Rosalie remained amazingly vain, and Emmett still loved her to death.

Emmett took up almost one entire side of the lunch table. There was barely room for me to squeeze in beside him. Jasper took his seat across from me.

“How's your day going, Bella?” Alice asked enthusiastically.

“I think I'd rather be shopping,” I replied, my voice hushed. Her face dropped. She knew how much I hated shopping.

“Oh, come on!” exclaimed Emmett, playfully punching me on the shoulder. I punched him back with quite a bit more force. “Ow,” he muttered.

“Wimp,” I laughed.

“Don't even go there,” he warned, a grin spreading across his face.

“You know, I bet I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back,” I said, examining my fingernails.

“Outside, you and me, right now!” he growled, standing up.

“Emmett, sit,” sighed Jasper. “Bella, you know better.”

Of course I knew better, but it was fun to get Emmett riled up.

Jasper took my hand and traced the lines on my palm.

“Is it later yet?” I asked. I was getting very impatient with my lack of Jasper.

His eyes flashed behind me, to look at a clock I assumed.

“Nope, we only have five seconds left,” he sighed. Right on cue, the bell rang.

At least Jasper was in my next class. That would make the day a tad more bearable. Later was approaching much too slowly for my liking.

The next class passed very quickly, thanks in most part to Jasper sitting right beside me. He kept me relaxed and calm.

Sooner than I would have thought possible, the final bell rang. I grabbed Jasper's arm and towed him to the car.

“Slow down, Bella,” he said, laughing his smooth, deep laugh. “People are starting to stare.”

When we got to the car, I hopped in as fast as I could while still looking somewhat human.

“What's my surprise for tonight?” I asked. I couldn't mask the excitement in my voice.

“Did you enjoy school?” He pulled out of the parking lot.

“Oh yeah, best day of my whole entire life,” I replied.

“You might want to work on your lying a bit...” Jasper said, shaking his head.

“Come on,” I whispered. It was almost to the point of begging.

“Oh, alright! Good enough!” he laughed.

He flew down the road, getting closer and closer to the house with every second. He skidded to a stop just in front of the porch.

He turned towards me and grinned. “Go put on your dress.”

My dress? That could only mean one thing. I flung the car door open and was in our room within three seconds.

My dress, as it was always referred to, only meant that there was going to be some intense swing dancing coming up. After I was changed into a vampire, I became a lot more graceful. That meant lots more swing dancing, and a lot less falling. Whenever Jasper and I felt like we needed to do something special, he told me to get my dress and off we went.

I threw open the closet and rifled trough the clothes. The dress I was looking for was in the very back, saved for special occasions only.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and stepped into the dress. I didn't know how many years old it was, but it was surviving the time fairly well. I reached back to zip myself up, but Jasper was suddenly there.

“Let me help you with that, love,” he purred. He zipped me up in one fluid motion, and spun me around to face him.

“Enjoying the view?” I asked.

“You caught me. I just can't seem to take my eyes off you.” He shrugged.

I turned to face the full-length mirror on the far wall and examined myself.

My dress was black and covered in white polka dots. The buttons and the trim were blood red, ironically my favorite color. The bottom had a hint of red lace, which showed from underneath the skirt. It buttoned down the front, and gave me quite the impressive bit of cleavage. It was tight around my midsection, but poofed out slightly at my waist. It was my very favorite possession.

“You look good enough to eat,” Jasper growled.

“You wish,” I murmured.

Without warning, Jasper scooped me into his arms. I noticed he was wearing a dark gray shirt, and black dress pants.

“So, where are we going?” I asked. We'd been dancing all over the world. I snaked my arms around his neck and buried my head into his shoulder. I could've stayed like that forever.

“I can't tell you that!” he gasped. He strolled leisurely out of the bedroom, heading towards the car.

Of course not, I never knew where we were going.

He set me down, started the car, and away we drove.

Five minutes later, he slowed to a stop on some odd stretch of road. It looked vaguely familiar, like I'd only been there once or twice before.

He led me into a decent sized clearing. A small table was on one side, a CD player on top of it.

“Do you remember where we are?” he asked.

“I think so... is this the first place we danced?” I questioned. It slowly began to dawn on me. It was a long time ago... the first time Jasper and I had been alone together for more than a few minutes.

He nodded and pressed play. Sing Sing Sing flowed out of the speakers.

“Oh,” I whispered. It was the first song we had ever danced to.

He smiled and pulled me into him.

When the song drifted to a close, a slower one came on.

“Goodnight, My Love?” I was almost positive that was what the song was named.

“Yes,” murmured Jasper.

He gently took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. All the frustration from the day had melted into that kiss.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. His hands trailed their way down my neck, sending chills through me. They came to rest at my lower back. I bit his bottom lip and he growled. He licked my upper lip, grinning wickidly.

He slowly kissed his way down my neck, and then bit the strap of my dress.

“No,” I scolded. I was forced to go to school earlier that day, so he definitely wasn't getting anything special tonight.

“You're lucky I love you to death. If I didn't, I wouldn't have let you get away with that,” he sighed against my skin.

I brought his face back up to mine. “You're lucky you're immortal, because for each day I have to go to school, you don't get to have any fun. So it seems you'll be waiting a long time,” I laughed.

“Oh, I bet I could persuade you,” he boasted.

“Try it and I'll eat you for breakfast,” I warned.

He opened his mouth to speak.

“In a bad way,” I interrupted. He closed it.

He was about to say something else when we heard a crunch in the woods. We both froze and sniffed the air. Jasper frowned, but I couldn't smell anything.

The noise got nearer, and I zeroed in on the spot it was coming from.

A figure stumbled out of the woods... a figure I recognized. He looked up at my face. His eyes widened.

“Bella?” whispered Jacob Black.