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Hidden Feelings

What if Edward wasn't the only one who loved Bella? What if someone hid their feelings for her. What if they stopped her jumping? What if they were taken?

Ok, this is twilight and new moon combined. From the point of view of Jasper.

2. Love her or Kill her?

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When the day ended, I decided to go hunting. I was weaker then the others and needed to hunt more often, besides I liked the night. Edward had run away. The swan girl’s blood appealed to him as well. But as I headed out to the hunt, my body changed direction. It headed towards the town. I knew that Alice was busy watching for Edward’s future and wouldn’t see this. I stopped. I was outside the swan house. What was I doing here? But I couldn’t stop myself from climbing up the wall and peering through her window. She was lying there in her bed, crying. Her sadness affected me. I watched for ages. Her crying ceased and she struggled to sleep. I knew she would want to, Edward had frightened her severely earlier and she wanted to escape, so I obliged by sending a wave of lethargic feeling to her. Eventually her eyes closed. I jumped down and ran back to the house. What had I done? Why had I done it? I decided to go hunting, or my family would get suspicious. If one of them crossed my scent trail, I was doomed. I still didn’t understand why I had gone there in the first place. I hunted until I felt so full of blood, I worried it would gush out of my ears. When I came home, Alice was seated on the bottom step. She was sad. I was worried she had seen what I had been up to for the past hour.

“What is it?”

“I couldn’t see him coming home anytime soon” she sighed “he’s worried that if he comes back, he’ll kill her. He loves her, or he will” I stiffened slightly at this but she didn’t notice.

Love her? Or kill her? Or both? This was getting worse. I stiffened again. I didn’t care. Or rather, I shouldn’t care. She wasn’t anything to do with me. If Edward killed her, that was his problem. I would be upset for his loss but I shouldn’t personally care about the swan girl. I still had that unidentified feeling which worried me. Emotions were me specialty, and I thought I knew them all. Alice headed upstairs. I followed her.

Everyday over the next week I watched Bella sleep. Or rather, I tried not to watch her sleep. But something compelled me to be there. When I came home, Alice and the others weren’t back yet. I had been hunting. A lot. Which is why I declined their big trip. When they returned Alice was bouncing up and down with excitement.

“Edward’s coming home!” that news thrilled me. Edward, my adoptive brother was coming home. But I was also filled with sadness. This meant it would be harder. Shut up, brain! I don’t want to watch her sleep! I don’t know why I do now!

The day Edward returned it had snowed. Emmett and I took advantage of his distraction by pelting him with snowballs. Eventually we got bored and started on each other. When lunchtime came, everyone was businesslike. They had no idea of the draw she had for me. I tried not to think about that, I had enough trouble as it was. We took our seats. Emmett shook snow on the girls. This was our life. But I still felt an urge to walk up to her, to talk to her. I had a hunch that the next few weeks were going to be hard.