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Exile

Summary:
There is no Bella. Alice is married to Edward. What would happen if I met Jasper? The sparks will fly and stuff will most definitely hit the fan! AU. Read and review! Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!


Notes:
I do not own anything from the Twilight Saga; it's all Stephenie's genius. I also don't any of the music used in this story.


5. Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Jasper POV

I raced through the woods hardly caring if was spotted. A matter of minutes had me coming to a stop in front of Samantha’s apartment building. The panic nearly overwhelmed me then. Oh, God. What if she hates me? Worse, what if I hurt her? I couldn’t stand it if I did, and my family wouldn’t stand for it. She’s going to send me straight back out the door. I can’t do this! Luckily, at that moment, fate made my decision for me. The lobby door opened, revealing a bone-thin elderly woman. She kindly smiled at me, but I sensed her weariness. Never the less, she approached me.

“Do you need to be let inside, dear? I live just upstairs, so I can buzz you in.”

Gratefulness flooded me. I smiled widely at her and nodded.

“Yes, please, ma’am, that would be kind of you.”

As soon as she had pressed the button, I was inside and headed towards the stairs as quick as is “humanly” possible, shouting my thanks as I ran. When I was sure no one was in the stairwell with me, I used my vampire speed to get me to Samantha’s floor. I made my way to her door…and stopped dead in my tracks. Well, halted in my steps…I was dead with any step I took. What am I going to say? Oh, hell, why didn’t I think of this? You came to apologize, Jasper, what did you think you’d be doing, staring at her hoping to telepathically transmit your thoughts? Stupid, stupid, stupid—

As I berated myself, the door opened and revealed beauty.

My POV

I saw Jasper outside my door and nearly fainted on the spot. At first, I thought he might be a hallucination, since he had been on my mind constantly since Alice had left. When I heard his ragged breathing, I realized he was really here…outside my apartment. What the hell is he doing here? It’s 10:30 at night! I snapped out of my reverie and spoke.

“Hi, um…I was just going for a walk. I was feeling really anxious and I needed to get rid of the energy…can I—would you like to come in?”

He seemed amused as he nodded, following me in as I turned back into my apartment. I stood by the door, waiting for him to pass, then closed it behind him. Gesturing to the love seat, I nervously tried to think of something to say to the gorgeous man in front of me.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?”

The amused glint in his eyes was getting really annoying. It was like he had an inside joke that he wasn’t sharing. I took a deep breath, tampered my temper, and calmly waited for him to answer.

“No, thank you. I didn’t come for cocktail hour, Samantha.”

“I realize that. Jasper…why did you come here?”

In a flash, I remembered the letter I had sent to him through Alice. Oh, hell. He’s here about that. Well, might as well bite the proverbial bullet and wait for the running and screaming.

“You got my letter. Right? That’s why you’re here?”

He smiled slightly, tipping his head in my direction. I waited for him to say something. The ball was in his court…I’d lain myself bare, so it was up to him. I plopped down next to him and waited. When he finally did speak, it was in a long torrent of words, like word vomit.

“Samantha, I can’t apologize enough for how I treated you today. Me getting angry was…uncalled for and I just wanted to apologize for it. After reading your letter, I understand entirely what you were doing. I’ve done it myself all of my life. You were trying to protect yourself! I, above all others, should have known better.

“I also wanted to come here and tell you how terribly sorry I am about the miserable excuse of a man you call your father and the scum Lucas. No one should be made to feel less than they are, and those…ingrates did just that to you. They were the ones who were wrong, Samantha. I know I’ve only just met you, but I already see how special you are, and they threw you away like yesterday’s garbage. Your father threw your brother and saint of a mother away, too. Only stupidity—“

I had to cut him off. Tears were streaming down my face as I laid my hand on his arm. He turned glazed over eyes at me, the anger and grief showing through. He cursed viciously and sighed, looking away.

“Now I’ve mad you cry again! How much of a monster can one man be in one day?”

I shook my head and took his large hand in my own. Nearly gasping at the contact of my warmth against his cool skin, I squeezed until he looked at me.

“Jasper, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I know how clichéd that is, but only my mother has ever complimented me and meant it. Hearing the truth from you was a huge compliment…thanks,” I said, smiling up at him. His answering grin was amazing.

“I see. That’s another one of my problems, I think. Even knowing better, I jump to conclusions about people, so I’m not going to assume that your words mean what I think they do. Can you forgive me, Samantha?”

“Yes, but only if you can forgive me for being so rude when you were only trying to be nice to me.”

“Of course. But, you need to know that I wasn’t just being nice when I told you that your voice is gorgeous. It really is…”

“Thanks. You’re only the second person to ever tell me that.”

His head tilted to the side, curiosity clear in his face.

“Really? Who was the first?”

“My mom.”

He smiled, his fingers rubbing gentle circles in my palm. This calmed me almost instantly and I felt the pressure in my head vanish.

“Then she’s a woman of great taste as well as intellect.”

I looked at him quizzically for a second.

“Nobody talks like that anymore, Jasper. It’s so…romantic, dated. I think that’s why I love reading Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters so much. That flowery, verbose language.”

My happy sigh brought a chuckle from Jasper. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, amused for some unknown reason.

“I agree. No one respects the past anymore.”

After this, we lapsed into a comfortable silence, Jaspers hand still holding mine. As I caught a glance of the clock, I started. 12:00? Holy shit! Oh, well…at least I don’t have to work tomorrow. At that thought, I felt the calmness take over my body again.

I looked over at Jasper, whose head was lolling over the back of my couch. His breathing was steady and his face was completely relaxed. If it hadn’t been for his fingers still soothingly moving in my palm, I would’ve thought he was sleeping. As if he felt my gaze on him, his eyes opened and he smirked at me.

“I thought you’d fallen asleep on me. Isn’t it past your bed time?”

Rolling my eyes, I flopped back on the sofa, mirroring Jasper’s position.

“I’m not five, Jazz. A twenty-two-year-old woman knows when to go to bed.”

I smirked at him. My eyes connected with his and I saw something odd in them.

“What’s wrong?”

“You called me Jazz. No one has for…a long time.”

I blushed and looked away.

“Sorry. I won’t do it again.”

He squeezed my hand, making me look at him.

“I didn’t say I don’t like it, Samantha.”

Ridiculously pleased, I smiled and allowed my head to fall back once more, searching for something to say to him.

“So…what now?”

He chuckled, making me tingle form my head to my toes.

“I’m not sure. Do you mind if I stay for a while longer, or are you tired? It’s almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“I don’t mind. Surprisingly, I’m not too tired. Would you like to watch a movie? I have about a gazillion to choose from, so…”

“Sure. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

We took about ten minutes to argue over which movie we should watch. I thought we should watch Gone With the Wind, which is the best movie ever, but Jasper staunchly turned that down.

“Absolutely not! Those damn Yankees misconstrued everything! I won’t abide that, no ma’am.”

I giggled at his hysterics and replaced the movie on my shelf. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’d personally shot down a couple of those ‘damn Yankees.’

“Okay, smart guy. What movie can top Margaret Mitchell’s genius?”

He pulled out my copy of Casino Royale. I laughed and pulled it from his fingers, opening the case and slipping the disc into my player.

“James Bond? I don’t think so, but I’d have to say it has potential.”

I settled back onto the couch beside him then, my left leg tucked underneath me with my back flush with the cushion behind me. As we watched the movie, we would critique the mistakes, shots, bad writing/acting, or whatever else came to our minds. By the time it finished, I found I was staring to get tired, but unwilling to ask Jasper to leave.

“Are you up for another movie?”

“I could watch one more. How about we watch your favorite…well, second favorite,” he said with a smirk, remembering our Gone With the Wind fiasco. I grinned and moved to my movie shelf, trying to be secretive about my choice.

I made a big show of pulling the movie off the shelf and quickly spun around, hiding it behind my back. Creeping towards the player, I kept my eyes on Jasper. I stuck my tongue out at him like a two-year-old, laughing when rolled his eyes. I finally reached my destination and spun again, this time keeping the case in front of me. I put the disc in the player and went back to claim my spot on the sofa. As the opening titles rolled across the screen, Jasper’s sudden laughter startled me.

“What?”

“Samantha, are you serious? The Princess Bride?”

“Yes. There is nothing wrong with this movie. The actors are comedic geniuses and the script is hilarious. I mean, come on! ‘Wuv, twoo wuv…’ Sorry, but that’s classic.”

He grinned wickedly at me, and I felt my heart skip in response.

“’There is a shortage of perfect breasts in this world…I would hate for you to damage yours.’”

“Oh my GOD! You love it, too!”

He chuckled, tapping his finger on the end of my nose. That was ADORABLE! Okay, focus, he’s talking…

“I whole-heartedly agree. This movie is classic. Emmett and I constantly annoy Edward when we use quotes from it. He and I made every sentence rhyme for an entire hour one day…”

“I like Emmett already,” I said with a wink and a smile. I glanced at the television and noticed that the grandfather was already talking to the little boy.

“Okay, shut up. The good part’s starting.”

My attention was rapt upon the movie until I felt Jasper’s fingers rubbing those damn circles in my palm again. My brain seemed to turn to mush, as did all of my muscles. I heard my sigh of contentment and blushed when I also heard his chuckle. After a few more seconds, I ceased caring and felt my eyelids start to flutter. The last thing I would remember later was Jasper’s voice murmuring in the background and feeling myself float through the air and snuggling into the coolness surrounding me.

Jasper POV

I could almost feel her body relax muscle by muscle. As she became boneless because of my calming waves, I smiled to myself. I had felt her weariness from the moment she recognized it herself. Her fight to stay awake amused me more than it should have and left me confused as to why. The brave little soldier, ready and willing to battle at a moment’s notice. Sorry, darlin’ but not even the strongest could fight me off. I knew intellectually that sleep was good for her and without it she’d suffer, but a less rational part of me mourned at the loss of her company. As I let her drift deeper into sleep, I thought about the hours we’d just spent.

She was witty and constantly a surprise. All of her little quirks were an amusement. Her refreshing honesty and bluntness made me respect her all the more. Most who had gone through the nightmares in which she had lived would come through the other side much more damaged than my fair Samantha had. They way she’d said my name…like she’d be the only one to ever call me ‘Jazz’ again was enthralling, enchanting, and made me feel like I could burst with contentment.

She turned slightly, a sigh escaping her lips. I could see her starting to enter REM sleep, so I picked her up and started toward her bedroom. She weighs almost nothing. Does she ever eat? She’ll make herself sick if she—My mental rant was abruptly cut off when she began to stir in my arms. I murmured to her softly.

“You’re okay, darlin,’ it’s all right. Hush now and go back to sleep for me.”

My long dormant heart jumped out of my chest when she sighed and burrowed herself into my chest. Her scent swirled around me, her light gardenia smell, but there was no bloodlust. I nearly dropped her when this registered with my addled brain. I’m not thirsty! She doesn’t make me thirsty! How can this be?

I snapped out of my reverie when I felt her start to shake from the cold. I kicked myself a thousand times in my head and hastened to bedside, silently moving her covers and gently laying on the bed. I tucked her in, watching her wriggle deeper into the warmth the blankets provided. A slight smile crossed her lips and I felt a matching one find its way to mine.

“Sleep well, my fair Samantha.”

I hated to leave her, but I needed to speak with my family about what I’d learned. My lack of bloodlust should have registered with me before, but I must have been too wrapped up in our emotional turmoil to notice. This was a development that we needed to discuss as soon as possible.

My POV

I stare at him incredulously. Is he for real? My eyes wander around the room. No, he can’t be. It isn’t true. They can’t be—

“Samantha, please.”

The raw emotion in his voice makes my gaze snap back to his.

“I…what…Jazz…”

His eyes close, but not before I see the terrible pain in their depths. Knowing I was causing it makes my stomach turn.

“I understand, Samantha. You can leave, if it pleases you. I promise, if you want me to leave you alone…your wish is my command. All I ask is that you tell no one what I’ve told you. It’s imperative for both of our survivals.”

In a haze, I stand, stumbling my way to the door. I find the knob with my searching hands, suddenly spinning around and wrenching it open. I nearly throw myself onto the floor to get out, to get away. One last glance lets me see him staring at me, forlorn and lost. I—

The slamming of my next-door neighbor’s front door quickly awakened me from the surreal dream I’d had. What the hell did that all mean? Jasper was trying to tell me something…it had scared the crap out of me, enough to make me run away from him. Shuddering, I pushed the terrible thoughts from my head and got out of bed.