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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!

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.

6. Chapter 6

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An hour and a half later, I was ready for work and out the door. Since there were no estate sales or flea markets scheduled for today, I decided to finish inputting inventory data in our checkout system. My butt was also dragging from the late night with Jasper, and the lack of places to find inventory gave me an excuse to stay closer to home in case of physical overload. Thankfully, the lack of manual labor would allow me to use the four hours of sleep I had to the max.

To wake myself up as I walked, I had my iPod blaring in my ears. As I listened to a mix of The Classic Crime, Aerosmith, AC/DC, and Korn, I could feel the haze slowly clearing from my head. By the time I reached the shop, I felt happiness and anxiousness flood my being. I found myself smiling and was baffled with myself. I didn’t go to sleep until three in the morning and I was up at fricking seven! How the hell am I even functioning, much less in a good mood?

As I rounded the final corner and caught sight of what was waiting for me in front of my destination, I had my answer: Jasper. He was standing on the front stoop, seemingly waiting for me. His grin was the size of Texas and I felt my smile match his within seconds. Nearly bouncing, I made my way down the sidewalk.

“Good morning, Samantha. I hope you slept well.”

The memories from last night came rushing back... his voice murmuring, the coolness carrying me away. I made the connection lightning fast when I saw the wicked gleam in his eyes. I found myself smirking as I responded.

“Yes, I did. I am really sorry for blacking out on you like that. So much for being good company in your own home.”

He gently took my hand as my other one searched through my purse to find the key to the door. I nearly dropped it in shock at the sensation that flowed through me at his touch. Please, God, never let this stop. This is AMAZING!

“Don’t be ridiculous. It was nearly three a.m. No self-respecting person should be awake at that hour, much less want to be.”

I rolled my eyes as I regained my concentration and found the key, unlocking the door and stepping inside to avoid the rain that had begun to fall.

“You seemed fine, Jazz. In fact, you were fine enough to get me into bed.”

I spun around quickly when I heard him choke, desperately worried.

“Are you—wha—Samantha?!?!?”

His reaction had me stunned…until I thought about what I’d said. When I did, I turned red with mortification from head to toe.

“Oh, my God! I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that you were well enough to carry me there after I fell asleep. Ugh! I am so sorry…you must think I’m a total harlot now. I swear that was not a come on, I--”

“It’s all right. I’ll admit to being shocked, but there wasn’t any harm done. Now, you never did explain why you were here and not sleeping.”

Grateful for the change of subject, I gestured toward an oversized chair while I ducked behind the counter. I spoke with my head stuck in the cabinet directly under the register, attempting to start up the damn thing.

“There aren’t any sales or markets around today, so I can’t go looking for inventory. I knew that I still had to put what we’ve got into the software system, so I thought today would be a good day to do it. I’m sure I’ll be finished by lunch time.”

“Ah. Then you can go home and nap, yes?”

The millisecond of blissful remembrance of my warm bed had me sighing.

“Yes, thank goodness. Four hours of sleep does not a happy Samantha make.”

Finally getting the damn system to start up, I stood to my full height and grinned at Jasper, only to see him with a sorrowful expression on his face. I looked at him quizzically, tilting my head to the side.

“I am sorry to have kept you awake for so long. It is my fault for coming to see you at such a late hour.”

I smiled at him, feeling warmth spread through me at the worry in his tone.

“Please, don’t be. I’m really glad you did. Okay, enough about me…what brings you here so early on a Saturday? You were awake later than I was.”

His sheepish expression had my curiosity out in full swing. I waited for him to explain himself. When he finally did, I had to fight to stop my grin…which didn’t work.

“I…called you this morning, and you weren’t home, so I thought you’d be here. I know you said you don’t work on Saturdays, but I needed to see you.”

“That’s good, because I needed to see you, too.”

I don’t think I realized how much until I saw your face.

Grinning, I situated myself on the stool behind the counter, pulling out the hard copy of the inventory. As I turned on the monitor, I realized that Jasper would be bored to tears by watching me work. I awkwardly scrambled for something for him to do that would allow him to stay, if he wanted. I spotted the bottle of polish and the soft cloth on the counter in back of me, and inspiration struck. My grin widened as I turned back to him.

“I have a proposition for you.”

His eyebrow quirked in my direction, incredulousness all over his face. I smiled.

“No, not that kind of proposition…damn, your mind goes to the gutter about as fast as mine…anyway, I have this old Victrola player that has a solid silver bell. It needs a polishing more than Britney Spears needs birth control. What do you say,” I said, wiggling the bottle and rag, along with my eyebrows, in his direction. His laugh made my smile grow about twenty times bigger. He rose and walked to me, snatching the implements out of my hands while glancing around for the bell. I handed it to him.

“Here. You can drag that chair closer, so we can talk while we work. I’m just going to put my iPod on as background noise. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely. How on Earth do you have room for those speakers in that tiny purse,” he asked me as I pulled out my iPod dock. I smirked at him as I hooked it up and plugged the system in. I walked to him and sat on the arm of his chair as I spoke. He’d put the bell and polishing supplies on the floor beside him.

“It’s every girl’s secret, Jazz. We can cram a shit load of stuff into a space the size of someone’s fist. You should see how much stuff my mom and I can cart around if we have a beach bag or something. I once had three paperback novels, five bottles of water, my iPod, two cell phones and their chargers, a box of granola bars, two mini bags of Doritos, a bathing suit, a beach towel, and a package of sanitizing wipes all in one bag.”

He looked kind of stunned…and a little bit impressed.

“Why would you need all of that?”

“Road trip to the lake,” I said, making it sound obvious.

“Don’t people normally drive to the beach?”

“Not if you live in the land-locked Midwest, you don’t…unless you have a solid week of free time and a ton of cash for the gas. College kids tend to lack both. We drove to Clear Lake for a day in April of my sophomore year. That was the year that my friend Hannah pushed her brother and mine into the lake,” I reminisced, cackling at the memory of their faces as they hit the water.

“That sounds like a story I’d like to hear.”

I obliged, speaking over the strains of Chopin’s ‘Minute Waltz.’

“Both of us girls are obviously on the short side. I’m 5”3’ and Hannah is a full four inches shorter than I am. Both my brother and hers like to make fun of us about that. Jay started by grabbing Hannah’s book and holding it above her head. We both ganged up on him to get it back.

“We were victorious and had just settled back down to our perspective books (Atonement for me and something about the Aaron Burr conspiracy for her) when my brother came and sprayed us with a squirt gun he’d hidden in his pocket. I was mondo pissed, as was Hannah. We chased their moronic butts to the dock, but I tripped over something on the way, so I went down. All I could do was sit back and watch five-foot-tall Hannah chase 6”2’ monster Matt and 5”11’ jackass Jay.

“At the end of the dock, they were trapped, so Hannah led them to the edge, and then gave each of them a ginormous smack in the middle of the chest. They went in and hit the water like sacks of potatoes. I thought I would die from lack of oxygen when they came out dripping like drowned rats, I was laughing so hard.”

Jasper’s laughter rolled over me, creating waves of warmth. I grinned at him and waited for him to calm himself. He was still chuckling when he spoke.

“I can see that so clearly in my head. My little soldier going down in the heat of battle. At least your first attack was successful.”

The simple use of one word put his claim on me, and I found that I liked it more than I should have. I wanted him to claim me, so I could claim him in return.

“So was getting knocked into the lake by Wonder Woman…those boys jumped back when we even looked in their direction the whole way home!”

“That reminds me of something Edward and I did to our sister Rosalie once. She thought it would be funny to remove random parts from Edward’s car in retaliation for some slight to her that no one but she could remember. I was supposed to ride with him to school the next morning. When he tried to start his car and heard the dead click, he went ballistic. No one touches that car and expects to live.

“He knew it was Rosalie. She’s the only one of us besides him who knows how to incapacitate a vehicle in less than thirty seconds. Of course, Edward had to retaliate. Emmett took himself out of it before we even started, unwilling to face the wrath of his then girlfriend, now wife. So, Edward begged me to help him think of something to do to Rose. We ended up trying to soak the interior of her BMW with water. It would cause the leather to shrink and crack as it dried, so she’d have to replace it.

“The plan, however, backfired immensely when we finally arranged it. Edward and I had no clue that she and Emmett were in the back seat of the car in a…comprising position. They were both soaked before a drop could get on the seat. She was up and out of that tiny car so fast, and she nearly had our heads then. Luckily, we were quick to move. I, unfortunately, was slower than Edward, so she caught me first and proceeded to tackle me and scream her head off right in my face. Emmett had to pull her off me.”

I was laughing hard enough at this point to knock myself off the arm of the chair. Luckily, Jasper was sitting in the chair and stopped me from falling to the floor. Embarrassingly, I landed right in his lap. Our laughter abruptly stopped as we caught each other’s eyes. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his body flush with mine. This feels amazing…and so right.

The shock went through me, and I could see in his eyes that he felt it, too. Light butterscotch suddenly darkened to amber in a flash. I felt my heart beat pick up in response. The need to kiss this gorgeous creature raced through me like nothing I’d ever felt. I felt my head slowly dipping towards his, my eyes now focused on his luscious lips. When I saw them inching slightly toward me, I secretly did a little happy dance in my head.

That lasted about two milliseconds. Jasper’s lips on mine wiped every thought out of my head. The amazing coolness of his full lips against mine was more than I could bear, but I wanted more. Molding myself to him, I wound my arms around his neck, my hands delving into his thick blond hair. I felt his hands splay across my back, gently applying pressure. On a moan, my lips parted. I heard him growl lightly, and it sent a thrill through me.

Suddenly, I was in the damnable chair all by myself. I sat in dazed silence for about a second, but snapped out of it and looked around for Jasper. He was across the room, gripping at the wall as if it were a life raft. I noticed his eyes then. They were no longer butterscotch or amber…they were pitch black. My heart stumbled nervously in my chest. As if he could hear it, Jasper tensed. I stood, moving to walk to him.


The shock of his anger knocked me off my feet and back into the chair. My voice was shaky as I spoke.


“I can’t do this, Samantha. I am terribly sorry.”


Before I could finish my thought, he had disappeared out the front door.

Jasper POV

What the hell am I doing? I cannot be involved with Samantha! Vampires can’t involve themselves with humans! They’re meant to be our food, for crying out loud! Besides, a monster like me has no right to take such fairness for my own. She’s meant for better than me. The other side of my brain, the irrational part, argued back. You love her. You need her like air. You wouldn’t ever hurt her. Nothing you do can change that. Just because you aren’t the same doesn’t mean certain doom, you yellow-bellied, slack-jawed idiot! Go back to her NOW and grovel at her feet, beg her forgiveness, anything!

It hit me then that I had scared the living daylights out of my little soldier. I’d felt the jolt of nervousness go through her as she looked at me…her heart was beating so fast. I had made her collapse back onto the damnable chair with fear. She really must hate me now. She would think me a monster with my black eyes, the growling… my disappearance within a matter of seconds.

Oh, shit! A monster! She’s seen so much! What I did this afternoon was not normal. She’s quick…she’ll know what I am. Hell fire and brimstone. I have to explain myself. I turned back toward the shop. Calling Carlisle on the way, I hoped I wasn’t too late to stop her from telling the whole town what she’d seen. That would mean the end for the both of us.


When I realized that Jasper wasn’t coming back, I allowed the tears I’d been holding back burst forth. They ran down my cheeks in a stream as I relived the events of the past five minutes in my head. That kiss was the best I’ve ever had. I don’t know where it went wrong. He moved so quickly, and his eyes…that anger…what the hell is going on here? We were kissing one second, and the next he’s a statue in the corner. He obviously doesn’t want me. He made that pretty clear. That’s what he meant when he—

My head jerked up as I heard the sound of footsteps on the front stoop. The door was still wide open after Jasper’s lightning-quick exit. I looked to the doorway and saw him standing there, obviously hesitant. My pathetic attempt at a smile almost turned into a grimace when I realized how stupid it must look. I waited for him to speak.

“Samantha…we need to talk.”

Oh, Lord. That’s original. Like I haven’t heard that one before. Can’t a man find something else to say when he tells you he doesn’t want to see you anymore?

“Okay. You can come in, Jasper. I won’t bite you.”

His harsh laugh confused me. Okay…not going to be friendly, then. If that’s how you want to play it, fine. I stood, pointing to the chair and making my way to the counter to grab the stool. When I had placed it in front of the chair (but still feet away), I sat down on it and leveled him with a cool stare.

“You want to talk? Go ahead. You have five minutes.”

He took a deep breath and finally looked me in the eyes. My breath hitched, like always. I nearly turned to mush when I noticed the torment in his eyes.

“Samantha, I owe you an explanation for my behavior. Please, let me finish before you say anything. This is important and you need to know right away.”

At my nod, he started into his tale. When he’d told me the whole story, I sat in shock, thinking that I was going crazy.

Vampires? Seriously? He and his whole family? He has to be lying. 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, say something.”

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


His eyes closed, but not before I saw the terrible pain in their depths. Knowing I caused it made 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 stood, stumbling my way to the door. I found the knob with my searching hands, suddenly spinning around and wrenching it open. I nearly threw myself onto the floor to get out, to get away. With one last glance I saw him staring at the floor, forlorn and lost. I can’t do this! It doesn’t matter…he won’t hurt me.

I raced across the room, screeching to a halt right in front of him. He looked up and I saw the surprise in his eyes, as well as felt it coming off him in waves. He’s doing that himself. He’s making me feel his surprise. He made no move to touch me, most likely afraid to scare me away again. He stood stock-still. I was the first to move, reaching out and brushing his hair out of his eyes. The confusion in him now is almost palpable.

“You came back?”

He sounded so incredulous; I had to stifle my laughter.

“I didn’t leave, Jazz.”

“But…why? You should be running and screaming in the other direction!”

“No, I shouldn’t. I know you won’t hurt me, Jasper. You and your family are good people for doing what you do.”

“We feed off innocents, Samantha! How does that make us good people?”

He jumped to his feet and began pacing. I turned and followed him with my eyes as I spoke.

“You save human life every time you feed on those animals. I eat them, too, Jasper. Does that make me a bad person? Because if it does, then I should really think twice about eating my weekly McDonald’s cheeseburger.”

“Of course it doesn’t make you a monster. Eating animals for you is normal.”

I was frustrated beyond belief. I had to make him see that he was good, because it seemed like he was using this whole thing as an excuse to stay away from me, and I would not stand for that.

“Did you eat meat before you were turned? A random piece of jerky now and then, ham at Christmas, whatever?”

“Yes, but—“

I was screaming by this point. He was really starting to piss me off with his ‘I’m Satan reincarnated, fear me, mortal’ routine.

“Damn you! It’s the same thing! You just eat it in a different form! Who the hell cares how you eat it? And p.s., you guys aren’t the only one to eat animals this way. I’m pretty sure I read once about a tribe in South America that drinks blood every day! And just so you know, I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU ARE!!!! So, you can NOT pull this shit on me, Jasper Whitlock!”

I broke off, trying to catch my breath. Jasper stared at me, shell-shocked.

“Holy shit!”

I snorted, rolling my eyes. Turning back to the counter, I spoke.

“Very eloquent. Now, if you’re going to mope around being all emo, I would appreciate it if you’d leave. I have work to do.”

I flinched at the sound of the door slamming, and suddenly felt my heart fall out my butt. He left! God, he left! What did I do? I collapsed onto the floor, cradling my face in my hands. I started to sob. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt coolness wrap itself around me. Jasper began rocking me, running his soothing hands up and down my back. I almost instantly stopped crying, but was still tense.

“You are a miracle, my little soldier. I admit to being a monster and you tell me you could care less. You yell and scream at me for thinking so badly of myself. Darlin,’ you could convince the Pope that he’s Protestant.”

A small, watery laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. He took this as encouragement and continued speaking.

“Samantha, you made me feel…human for the first time since I was turned into a vampire. You, little soldier, beat some sense into my thick skull.”

I turned in his lap, looking up into his face.

“Good. I’m glad that I can make you see what you really are.”

His grin made my heart skip. He ran a finger down my cheek, catching a stray tear. Looking thoughtful, he gazed into my eyes.

“You know, I think I should lock you in a room with Edward for a few hours. After hearing you today, I know you could make him see it, too.”

My mind brought up his brother’s image for an instant. I saw no sign of the self-loathing Jasper had been dealing with.

“Edward thinks this way, too? Does your whole fricking family hate themselves?”

He laughed, and tapped the edge of my nose with his finger again. I LOVE when he does that.

“Not quite. Esme, Carlisle, and Emmett seem to be okay with it. It’s me, Edward, and Rosalie who have the biggest problem dealing with…what we are.”

“Okay, then. One down, two more to go. Let me at ‘em.”

“Not that I wouldn’t love to see you take Edward down a peg, but I think it’s time for you to get some rest. Have you finished your work?”

I hopped off his lap, offering him my hand.

“I don’t really care. I don’t want to be here anymore. Do you want to come over for a little while? We can finish The Princess Bride.”

His teasing tone made me happy with no apparent reason.

“Are you sure you can stay awake this time?”

“Shut up! I could have last time if you wouldn’t have pulled you funky vampire voodoo on me. I know it was you that made me fall asleep. Don’t you whistle like that, damn you! I’m smarter than I look, Jasper, so just admit that I caught you.”

He sighed, a deep, long-suffering sigh that nearly had my composure breaking.

“Fine. I was the one who made you fall asleep. If you think that getting me to admit to it will stop me from doing it again, you aren’t as smart as I think you are, private.”

I rolled my eyes, gesturing towards the door. I spoke as I ushered him out and locked the door.

“Whatever. Can we go now? I’m dead on my feet over here!”

The wicked gleam in his eyes had me taking a step back. His chuckle made me even more nervous.

“Would you like to see how I travel? I can have you in your apartment in less than two minutes and you’ll use no energy.”

“Two minutes? Pffft…five, maybe, but not—what the hell are you doing, damn it? Put me down, you Neanderthal!”

He had picked me up, swinging me onto his back like I weighed five pounds.

“If you want to see how I move, hush up that pretty mouth of yours and hold on tight. You might want to wrap your arms and legs around me…that’s it,” he said when I’d reluctantly followed his instructions. He made sure I was securely attached to him and looked back at me over his shoulder.


“Bring it on, Sparky. I still say you’re full of SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!”

I still claim to this day that I left my spleen on that sidewalk.