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Hate and Fate.

I was originally going to start this story later after I finished When Dead Hearts Beat, but it stuck in my head. Sorry! Edward and Alice are dead and the leave the Cullen coven to deal with their loses. Jasper and Bella especially. Jasper makes it quite clear of his distain for Bella, Bella is the same with her hate for Jasper. But when tensions are high, and change is coming, can they deal with their mates' deaths? Or will they continue to push each other away, in hopes that the problem will just go away? Jasper/Bella fic for all you Jaspella fans.

Hm, read and review is all I have to say.

1. Hate.

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Jasper’s Point Of View

"DON'T TOUCH ME," SHE WARNED. Though her voice dripped with acid, I saw through it. It wasn't just a warning. No, it was a plea as well. Her emotions rolled off her in painful waves. Desperation. Disbelief. Horror. Depression. Anger. Oh, yes. Anger was definitely there laying there hidden to all, maybe even to herself.

My hand flinched away. Her emotions were still raw, the way they were all those months ago. I miss her, my love. I miss him, my brother. I miss Bella, my new old best friend. I miss me too. When they died, I died too. Her fault. Bella's fault. The dog's fault.

I marched out of her room – Edward’s room – and down to mine. This pain is getting unbearable.


Bella’s Point Of View

8 months, 3 days, 9 hours, 1 minute, and 3 seconds. 8 months, 3 days, 9 hours, 1 minute 4 seconds... 5 seconds... 6 seconds since my heart died, since I lost my love and my best friend. 8 months, 3 days, 9 hours, 1 minute, 7 seconds since I've lost my meaning. My Edward, My Alice. 8 months, 3 days, 9 hours, 1 minute, 8 seconds since I've lost my life. 8 months, 3 days, 9 hours, 1 minute, 9 seconds.
But who's counting?



I hate her. I can't keep a part of myself from hating her. If she wasn't so damn stubborn about changing we wouldn't have broken the treaty. The dogs wouldn't have attacked. Alice would still be mine. Edward would still be around. Bella's glorious smile would actually make an appearance again. Emmett would actually cracks jokes. Rose would actually have a selfish air to her again. Esme would continue to renovate the mansion. Carlisle wouldn't always be at the hospital or in his office. And I would still be Jasper. Jasper with meaning, with soul.

Jasper that has charisma.

Something's changing though, I can feel it. I don't know what it is though. Ha, me, the empath. I don't know this feeling, but it's really familiar. But only when Bella's there.

One thing is for sure, I need to get to Bella to get to the good feeling.

I need her.



"J-Jasper?" What am I doing? Trying to murder myself here? Jasper hates you enough already - just flee.

But I couldn't. My body would listen to me. I watched in shock as my hand traveled down to the doorknob and turned. I was still shocked as the door opened and my legs stepped in.

He sat with his back to me, staring at the wall, his bookshelf, out the window. Anything but me. I never noticed how soft his hair looked. Or how muscular yet slender he was. Nothing competitive towards Emmett or Edward, of course, but like a mix.

"Why do you hate me so much Jasper?" I was afraid of the answer, but never the less, I needed to know. I needed to move on.

His head finally snapped up and around to look me on, face first. I was struck by how similar his eyes were to those of Edward's. I shook my head. No need to be thinking of him.

"Why do you hate me?" I whispered again feeling stupid and out of place. I looked down at my feet. What was I thinking?

“Please, Jasper, I need to know. I deserve to know at least.”

I stole a glance at him and saw he was still looking at me. I looked back at my feet and continued talking.

“I’m going to Italy tomorrow – maybe you’ll be happier that way – but I need to know first. I need some closure. Do you hate me because it’s my fault? I already know I was –am – to blame for their… erm, deaths. Do you hate me because Emmett doesn’t laugh anymore or Esme doesn’t garden? Or perhaps Carlisle is always gone and out of sight? Just tell me, why, why do you hate me so much? If you don’t want to answer me right now, you don’t have to. I’m leaving tomorrow morning for a flight to Italy. You can give me an answer before then or not at all – and you don’t have to worry Esme about this, I’m sure Aro will inform her of me, uhm, actions…”

“What do you mean Italy, Bella?” Jasper all but growled.

“I mean it’s painfully obvious neither one of us is going to be happy with the other alive – I’ll save us the fight and go. We’ll be much happier this – ”

“NO. You’re not going to Italy on my behalf. I know that you’re unhappy. Hell, I can feel it, but suicide? You’re completely absurd. I made Edward a vow. You’d never die on my watch. ‘Don’t let her go to Volterra, Jasper, don’t.’”
I flinched as he mimicked the perfect tone of Edward’s voice.

“You know what I said? ‘I won’t, Edward, I promise.’ And I intend to keep that promise. You will not go to Aro. You will not jump of any cliffs or set yourself on fire. You’ll stay put in your room or this house except for hunting. Okay? I won’t break my promise. It means too much to me. You mean too much to me.”

I stayed frozen in shock – Jasper too after he realized the double-meaning behind his words.

Then I did the only thing I could do – I ran.

I ran down the stairs, out of the house.

Through the forest – farther than I have ever gone before.

And faster. I was still a newborn – Jasper wouldn’t catch me with my new found speed. Even if he did, I could easily fight him off, I was stronger too.

I just ran.



What have I done?

A/N: Should I continue? Let me know your ideas for this story too - leave 'em in a review or aim roflariel.