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Un Fantasma Tra Noi	By : Zenabrillatol Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Jasper Views: 2028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No huge warnings for this chapter. Most likely, the next chapter is going to be really graphic and disturbing, however so be double-warned. I am thinking about giving them a little more time together, maybe him bringing her back to the Cullen home but that's probably not going to happen. I don't want this story to progress too slowly.
Jasper's POV
'What the hell am I doing?'
My next trip through the woods that day was much less destructive. If I enjoyed anything about Forks in particular, it was these woods. The trees gave a sense of seclusion. Even with all of the things I could hear for miles around, the darkness of the night and the cover of the trees made it seem far away. Too bad my intentions weren't so serene.
We had passed Chief Swan's house once or twice, but I don't think I had seen him before that. I remembered Carlisle saying he was a good man.
I knew it was wrong.
'I love her.' I told myself, 'I won't hurt her.'
I'd gorged myself on enemy soldiers, but I knew I was as dangerous as ever. I was too strong. I couldn't control myself. I killed nearly everything I saw. What the hell had those women turned me into?
I still couldn't stay away from her. I needed her and I still remembered that once, she needed me. She asked me to come back, and that's what I was going to do.
I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I wanted to see her again. I had told Emmett I just needed awhile to cool off. Both of us were sated and content on predator blood, so he hadn't asked any questions.
'You're not content,' a voice, growing stronger from the back of my head, reminded me, 'animal blood isn't enough for us.'
I ignored it, or pretended to. I couldn't let my hunger distract me. This was already dangerous enough. I could already detect her beautiful scent. It was floral, I think, but I didn't know enough about flowers to compare it to any particular one. There was warmth to it, too. I could tell she was from the desert. I'd spent enough time there to know.
I was so lost in her scent I didn't realize how close to the house I was. One last light in the house shone through a large window on the first floor and I could see a figure, too large to be my target, moving around. I'm not sure how much time passed, but I occupied myself with listening for her. Her breathing was soft, steady with the occasional stir. She was probably sleeping—dreaming, too.
Her gasp, quiet as it was, seemed to shatter the still of the night and I almost rushed up and broke into her window. The light flickering off brought me down to earth and I stepped further back into the woods, sending waves of calm towards her room.
I should have sent them throughout the house, because the glass door leading into the back door opened. I'd set off someone's instincts; a man that could only be her father stepped onto the patio and eyed the woods suspiciously. I could tell by the long sweep he took of the area that his nagging feeling was only that and he hadn't actually seen me. I wished I hadn't seen him.
It was probably coincidence. Of course, he was related to her. It could have been genetics and my bad luck but he looked way too much like…
"Get the hell away from her, demon." Her brother was brave, but he was no soldier. The gun in his hand visibly shook as he leveled it at me.
"Don't!" She held onto me and looked imploringly at her brother, "he's not—"
"Get in the house!" He shouted and he reached for her, grabbed her wrist, and tried to yank her from me. The last mistake he'd ever make, at least in this life.
A part of me wanted to think I was being gentle, even with my new strength, but I can't say I wasn't enraged.
'Mine.' A dark voice in my head growled as I grabbed his head to push him away. His skull shattered under my fingers, not unlike the egg shell I'd broken more than a decade ago. Blood and grey matter poured down my hand in what should have been a sickening, dark gush. I could practically feel my eyes turning black as I heard her fall to the ground behind me, unable to scream.
Remorse flooded my mind, but not as strongly as it should have. Anger, calculation, rivalry….those were predominant as I watched him look for me. Finally, he gave up. I could hear him mumbling to himself that he must be losing his mind as he headed inside. I waited for him to settle in, for his breathing to turn steady and deep.
'What are you going to do once he's asleep?' That voice taunted me again, stronger than before, 'are you going to break in? What are you going to do toher?'
Before I had time to suppress the dark urges the voice was putting into my head, the glass door opened again.

Bella's POV
I couldn't go back to sleep, no matter how much I tried. I stared at the ceiling, vaguely lit with the foggy gray-blue moonlight outside and I reminded myself I had school tomorrow, but that only made me more restless. That dream…it seemed symbolic…but that was ridiculous. As much as I'd have liked to believe in such things, the dreary fog of reality that hung over Forks smothered any fanciful notions I may have had. I told myself that I was only still occupied about that man I'd seen. Naturally, I'd found nothing in my research. Nothing useful, at least; more than one forum post from people who could barely contain themselves describing similar beings, but…
Anonymous 11/30/11(Wed)10:18 No.9058126
I was in the hospital for something and it was really, really late but I was still awake. I got up and opened the curtains and that's when I saw her. I haven't ever seen anything so beautiful or so terrifying. She was lurking near the parking lot. Her skin was so white, like a marble statue and she had this long, dark hair that curled gracefully all down her back. She was dressed in black, modern clothing but there was no way she was human: because she looked straight at me right then. Even though she was far away I could tell her eyes were blood red.
I'd stopped reading at that point. So close…but the man I'd seen had beautiful golden eyes.
Fresh air. Maybe that would help. If anything could lull me to sleep, it would be Forks itself. I pulled on a jacket and slowly opened the door, I hadn't taken note before if it creaked or not, and cautiously descended the stairs.
The living room was almost intimidating. The tall, unfamiliar, dark shapes looming everywhere made me want to turn back and go to bed. But again, that was silly…and once Charlie's quiet snores broke the silence, I smiled a little. He really was a sweetheart in a quiet, reserved way. Even if I didn't like Forks itself much, it was kind of him to let me come here and stay with him. I resolved to find some way to pay him back soon. I crept over to the glass door and slowly slid it to the side, shivering at the touch of the cold metal as I stepped into the back yard.
The sky was much clearer in Arizona, but the humid air did give the stars a lovely blur. They looked like orbs, spirits even, rather than the bright, delicate pinpricks of light I was used to. I wanted to see the moon, but the trees were obscuring my view. I walked further into the yard, ignoring the cold, wet brush of the grass on my bare feet.
I froze. From the corner of my eye, I could see something bright, humanoid, and tall looking in my direction. It looked like a ghost.
'You're dreaming again, Bella…' I tried to reassure myself as he walked closer, his strides silent but powerful and by the time I'd turned my head to look, he was towering over me. His yellow eyes were piercing in the dark, and I couldn't read his expression. He looked cold, and I could practically feel chill radiating from him. Ironic that he had looked to be made of light…
"H…hello…" I said dumbly. I wanted to run, but I needed to say something, anything and my fear was mysteriously fading despite the danger I knew I was in.
For a brief moment, I thought he was going to answer me, but instead a low growl rumbled in his chest and he touched my face cautiously. A jolt of freezing electricity went through me and I gasped and fell back. In a flash, I was pinned between a tree and what felt to be a solid stone statue. His hands were around my wrists, gripping so hard that I knew he'd leave bruises but when I looked at his impossibly strong hands, I saw the tree had crumbled under his fingers.
I realized I was practically panting. I'd hyperventilate if I didn't calm down.
"What's your name now?" He muttered, burying his face in my hair and inhaling slowly. I was beyond confused, but he growled after a few seconds of silence.
"Bella…" I answered softly, breaking the paralysis my fear had instilled. The cold of his white skin cut through me to the bone and I shuddered, but he didn't let go, "who are you?"
His lips were pressed against my neck. I hadn't even seen him move his head. He wasn't smelling me anymore; in fact, he seemed to be holding his breath though I could still feel him growling against me. Between his animalistic sounds and wild eyes, I wondered if he'd react better to more primal communication. I tilted my head back slightly, exposing my neck to him. I'd read somewhere animals read that as nonthreatening, but he groaned in response in an unfamiliar way that made me blush.
"Don't do that." He said sternly, though there was an undertone of urgency, "keep talking to me."
"I…I would really like to know your name…"I reminded him softly and he let go of one of my hands, pulling back to look at me. Strange, his eyes were darker now… "And more about you…I've never seen anyone like you…"
"Jasper." He said curtly. I reached up gingerly, lightly touching his cheek. In a blur, his hand almost grabbed mine again and he jerked his head slightly, his eyes feral but restrained. He didn't seem used to being touched but he eventually relaxed a little and let my fingers graze his skin. His face was just as cold and unyielding as his hands…
"Jasper…" I repeated softly. The name felt so familiar, it held so much weight…fear, longing, sadness…but even so, I was happy to hear it, "nice to meet you…"
Geez, Bella. Stay off 4chan.
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