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Chapter 2

JPOV

We arrive home 45 minutes later, and Emmett parks his Jeep in the garage next to the other vehicles. As we walk in the door, Esme and Carlisle greet us from the living room. We walk over to the sitting area and join our parents. The room is large and open, with a fireplace on one wall and another wall completely made of glass. There are two large plush chairs and an oversized couch, surrounding a thick throw rug in front of the fireplace.

"How did the rest of the night go, kids?" Carlisle asks.

"We learned a few things to ask Eleazar about," I answer.

"And apparently, Jasper and Rose may have found their singers, as well," Alice pipes up.

"Really?" Esme chimes in, her interest piqued. "And there were no incidents?"

"None," Alice replies while bouncing about.

"Amazing," Carlisle muses. "I wonder what is different with these singers that it isn't setting off the bloodlust..."

"Can we get back to the issue at hand, the glowing girl?" I interrupt.

"So we are still going to talk about your singer then, Jasper?" Alice teases, sticking her tongue out at me.

"Alice..."

"The girl who was glowing is the same one who you scented, Jasper?"

"Apparently, when Emmett went to speak with Kira and the girl, he got in close enough to her, " I say this last part through clenched teeth, "to get a good amount of her scent on him and carry it back to our table."

Quickly changing the subject, Carlisle suggests, "Why don't we get Eleazar on the line and see if we can figure this out?"

We call Eleazar in Alaska and fill him in on the situation. Eleazar has spent many years with the Volturi in Italy and has amassed much knowledge of the supernatural. He is also a gifted vampire, in that he can tell what another vampire's gift is by being near them and can occasionally sense a human's latent ability if he really concentrates. He relates to us what he knows of witches of the past. The hunts and tortures done to them for their beliefs in times past, which Carlisle can corroborate as his father, an Anglican pastor, had been a perpetrator of such atrocities in his day. He also tells us that witches' in this time follow a more religious path, as Nasreen had spoken. Some also are practitioners of Eastern medicine, such as Reiki, and that maybe what Nasreen had been alluding to. But some people do not look upon it as an acceptable practice of healing and will ridicule the healer for it, so they will keep quiet about it until the person is trusted. But the fact that she told Emmett they are witches was a step in the right direction. Unsure as to why she would be glowing, he agrees to consult his books and databases and give us a call back in the morning.

We speak a bit longer catching up on family, and he is intrigued, to say the least, that it appears that three of us seem to have found our singers in the span of one week. And even more so when I tell him that the glowing girl, Nasreen, is one of them and mine. This intrigues him even further, and he is impressed that I was able to keep my control in a club full of humans and in the apparent presence of a singer. At this we say our good byes and hang up.

After our conversation, we all go to think on the night's events. Emmett goes to his room to call Kira and let her know he has gotten home safely - he is already so smitten. Edward goes to play his piano for a while, Alice deciding to keep him company. Rosalie appears to go off to the garage, and I head up to my room to consider what I have learned of Nasreen tonight from both Emmett and the little bit through Eleazar.

My rooms on the second floor consist of a study and a bedroom and attached bath. I really don't need the bedroom, as I don't sleep, but I enjoy the ability to be able to go in, lie down and just shut out the world. Having the ability to sense everyone's emotions can be daunting and draining, and sometimes I just need to get away. As for the bath, hunting can be messy occasionally, and well, we do need to clean up.

Esme did a wonderful job when designing my suite for me and took into account my needs and style perfectly, right down to the furniture from the 1850s. The first room is my study, which is done in dark wood with inset bookcases, containing the many books I have collected over the years. The bedroom is through a hidden panel and again is perfect. The walls are a muted shade of sage green with a large four-post bed dominating the center of the room. One corner of the room has been set up with an oversized chair and ottoman. Along one wall there is the en-suite bath and walk-in closet that Alice insisted we all have. Along the outside wall there is the one thing I absolutely insisted on. - A set of French doors that lead out to a large balcony, where on clear night I can sit with a book or my guitar. I can look up at the stars and picture that I am home again in Texas, if even for just a few moments.

This is where I find myself now, thinking of the night's events and of Nasreen, when a knock sounds at the doors behind me. I turn to find Rosalie standing there.

"Hey Rose. What's going on?"

"Nothing much, Jasper, just thinking about what went on at the club. May I join you for a bit?"

That is a bit odd for Rosalie to ask, and I can sense her apprehension. "Sure, Rose."

"Thanks."

We stand there quietly for a few minutes before she asks, "Are you nervous to find out what Eleazar may come up with?"

"It does make me a bit nervous to say the least, to think that this girl may be some sort of special human. Then bring in the fact that she is my singer, it could make for a very dangerous situation for us all."

She nods. "You are thinking that this may bring the attentions of the Volturi."

"Yes, and that is something we definitely we don't need. So how are you holding up?"

"I am a bit curious as to who this Raell is. He never really turned around so I don't know what he looks like except that he is very tall, built and has darker features. God, that sounds shallow."

"Just a bit, but it is a natural response to want to know what a possible mate looks like." I try to allay some of her insecurities. She was raised in a time where she was supposed to look good and to marry someone just as ‘pretty' as she was. It was hard for her to move past that upbringing, but she did try. "We should try to attend some of these other ‘functions' that they go to. When we know that they will be there as Emmett finds out from Kira, so that we can accustom ourselves to their scent and to maybe get to know them as well."

"That sounds like a good idea."

I realize now, that I will go anywhere for a chance to see Nasreen again and to breathe in her scent and see her face. The look on Rosalie's face and the emotions flowing off her tell me she is thinking the same thing.

Rose looks at me and places a hand on my arm and whispers, "Thank you, Jasper."

"You're welcome, Rose." She leaves the balcony and my rooms, leaving me to my musings.

****

It is about 8 A.M. our time when the main phone rings in the house, I can only assume it is Eleazar. I rush down the stairs and join the rest of the family in the living room to hear the finding of his research, if any.

"Hello, Eleazar," Carlisle answers. "I have everyone here."

"Good morning, everyone." Eleazar replies. "Well there is good news and bad news for you. Which would you like first?"

"Why don't you give you the bad news first."

"Well, I wasn't able to find out anything in my database or books regarding any human, vampire or supernatural creature that glowed like you described. I was able to find out some more information regarding witches and eastern practices used in conjunction by some witches."

I can feel the disappointment radiate through the room compound with my own and felt myself sink into the chair further before feeling a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see Rose give me a small smile as if to try and reassure me that we will get to the bottom of this eventually. I give her a small nod and sit up a bit.

"And the good news, Eleazar?" I ask as I send a wave of calm over the room.

"Open your front door," he says.

Esme gets up from the couch, walks to the front door and opens it to reveal Eleazar and his mate Carmen standing there. He flips his cell closed as Esme envelops him in a warm hug, and then does the same to Carmen. I look to Alice and she shrugs her shoulders.

"I told you last night, everything went black." She pouts.

"Come in, Eleazar, Carmen." Esme smiles. "It is always good to see you."

"Always a pleasure, Mi querida," Eleazar greets Esme with a flourish, as he walks towards the living room with Carmen at his side.

They join the rest of us and sit down on one of the chairs as Esme joins Carlisle on the other.

"So to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, my friends?" Carlisle asks.

"When I could find no answers in my research at my home, I decided that it might be best to come to the source, as it were," Eleazar responds. "And maybe see this girl for myself, from a distance of course," he adds glancing towards me, "to see if I can pick anything up. I know she is human, but I have been known to ferret out abilities occasionally, and Carmen decided to join me and spend some time with Esme."

"That actually sounds like a very good plan, Eleazar. We just need to figure out when we can arrange an ‘accidental' meeting with Kira and her friends," I plan, ever the tactician.

"Actually, Kira and her friends from last night and a couple others are going to a dance club in a couple of nights, and I kind of already told them we might be there." Emmett grins sheepishly.

Rosalie and I groan simultaneously, as Carlisle and Esme laugh, Edward mumbles, "Whipped."

"Well then, I guess we are going dancing." Eleazar grins. "What shall we wear?"

NPOV

After dropping Kira off at her house, I drive home to mine in Hooksett. I love living just outside the city, but still close enough to get in and have fun when the crew need or want me to.

I have a little farmhouse set back off the road in the trees, with a winding drive, so it is private. When you pull up, the first thing people notice is the wrap around porch that meets up with a patio off the kitchen in back. I park my car, another little guilty pleasure of mine, a 1967 Shelby Cobra GT 350 with the high performance 289 with a COBRA aluminum hi-rise, 715 cfm Holley carb and the Paxton supercharger option. It was my grandfather's, and he left it to me when he passed away.

I walk in the front door and into the living room with its fireplace and large, comfortable furniture. Continuing through, I toss my keys into the basket on the desk. I look through the open arch in the living room debating on getting something to eat, but decide against it, as I don't want to put in the effort to cook right now, I just want to curl up and sort out the night. So I walk through to the stairs and walk up to the second floor pulling clothes off as I go. I walk in to my bedroom and flip on the light and sigh. This is one of my favorite rooms in the house, alternating with the master bath and the study/altar room, depending on my mood or time of day.

It is painted a calming shade of green with vines winding their way near the ceiling. I have a large modified sleigh style bed that sits in the center of the room with drapes that come down from the ceiling to each of the four corners of it. In one corner of the room there is a reading corner set up where I can relax with a book or research rituals. Along one wall is the attached master bath that has the Jacuzzi tub that I swear can hold four people. Ok, I know it does, as long as one of them isn't Raell and his 6'7" frame; we got a bit tipsy one night and didn't want to go out to the hot tub in the middle of January. There is a good size walk-in closet along the same wall and behind the bed is a set of double doors leading to the balcony with a chiminea. It is where I sit most nights and just watch the stars, even in the winter.

Which is where I find myself now, curled in my lounge chair by the fire in a blanket, looking at the stars and thinking about everything that has happened that night. I still can't figure out why my energies flared when I looked at Emmett's brother Jasper. Nothing like that has ever happened before. I am used to it going off if there is someone in need of healing, but never even to that extent. It was just such an odd feeling tonight. I had no control, and I can force my energy to flare when I am in ritual or performing a spell. But I hate not being in control of any part of myself.

There is something about him that keeps drawing my thoughts back to him. Why had none of the others set me off when I looked at them? Is there something about him that my energy is seeking out? Kira mentioned that when she was at their table, his attention was diverted between the conversation and the dance floor, as if he was looking for something or someone. I wondered if he was looking for me as well. I couldn't be that lucky. I'm not the kind of girl that guys like that go for. But there is definitely something my spirit is trying to tell me. I should talk to the elders tomorrow and see what they say.

I close my eyes and let my thoughts drift and take me to where the spirits would see fit to take me.

****

I wake the next morning and realize I am still in the lounge chair on the balcony. It isn't the first time I have fallen asleep out here, and it won't be the last. I get up a little stiff and walk into my room and look at the clock - only eight A.M.. Kira will still be asleep, as would Raell. So I go into the bathroom, take a nice long shower to relax the stiffness out of my muscles and settle myself before the day.

I get out and go to the closet, throwing an on a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As I am heading down the stairs to get some breakfast, I hear a car pull up in the drive, so I go to the door first.

I look out the window to see Kira and Raell getting out of his pick-up truck, coming to the front door, and I open it before they can knock.

"What level of hell froze over to get you two out of bed and conscious enough to be at my door before nine A.M. on a Sunday?" I tease.

"Can't we just want to come see our best friend?" Raell says, giving me his best puppy dog eyes.

"Doesn't work on me, Hun. You were just hoping I'd cook for you."

I lead them towards the kitchen, a dark wood and stainless masterpiece with granite countertops. I love my kitchen; I spend a lot of time here when friends are over, cooking and laughing. Leaving the baking to someone else, I prefer to concentrate on the comfort foods. When we get there, I start to pull out the ingredients for pancakes, eggs and ham steaks and start cooking.

"As for you, Kira, you have other motives. I can feel it, so spill."

"Well... I kind of... maybe told Emmett about us going to Gel on Wednesday with Fiona and Emma. He said that he was going to try to talk his family into going and maybe getting all of us to meet." She says this last part so fast I almost miss it.

"You what..." I stutter. "You mean we are going to possibly have to actually meet the rest of his family. You did see what happened when I just looked at the God-like creature that is his brother, right? You realize what could happen if I get close to him?"

"You'll be fine."

"So says the one who hasn't blown anything up recently," I mumble under my breath.

As I start to plate everything, I turn to Raell who has been pretty quiet, and ask, "What's on your mind, Rae?"

"I was just thinking about the club last night and how you two both found people to be attracted to. I just felt a bit left out is all."

"Raell, I found someone who flared my energy - not necessarily a good thing. We need to remember that too. I was actually going to call you later to see if I could go over to talk to your grandparents."

"Sure thing. We'll eat, clean up and head over, they always love to see you."

After we finish breakfast and clean up the dishes, we pile into his truck and make the drive over to his grandparents' place over in Jaffrey. We chat about nothing and everything on the drive. We talk about our upcoming performance and how nervous we are, as it will be our first public show.
We pull up in front of the Hunter house and get out of the truck to hear the yells of Raell's grandparents greeting us.

"Good morning, kids," Grandma yells.

"Good morning, Nona," we greet her.

"To what do we owe this lovely visit?" she asks as we all give her hugs and kisses and turn to give Pops the same.

"Can't we just stop by for a visit, Nona?" Raell pouts at her.

"Child, you don't get to be my age and not learn all those tricks. And besides, it's only eleven in the morning on a Sunday. You are usually still asleep." she teases him.

"Actually, Nona, I wanted to come see you. I needed to talk to you about some things that happened last night that have me concerned," I tell her.

"Okay, child, why don't we go out back to the circle and we can talk there." She leads us around the back.

We get to the back yard and set ourselves up around the fire pit. I tell Nona and Pops everything that happened last night, not leaving out any detail I can remember. Kira fills in the details from her time with Emmett's family as well.

"So when the rest of the family walked in, you looked at each of them yes, child?" Nona asks

"Yes."

"But you only felt the flare when you looked at him?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm...it sounds as if the spirits are guiding you towards this brother for some reason. Could you tell which energy flared?"

I blush a bit. "Well...mostly it was my passion center, but my healing center went off as well."

I feel Kira and Raell nudge at me from both sides.

"It seems like you may be meant to help this man and be more to him than you may realize at this time."

"That's what I am afraid of."

"When will you be seeing this brother again?"

"Kira has apparently made us ‘dates' for Wednesday night to go dancing."

"Well, just give it a chance and see where it leads. Be yourself and trust in the spirits, child."

We stay for the rest of the afternoon, eating, talking and dancing around, all in all just having a good time with friends and family. When the sun begins its descent in the sky, we say our goodbyes and pile into Raell's truck to head back home. They drop me off at home, and I go in and off to bed to consider all of what Nona has told me.
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