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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

    𝐋𝐈𝐙 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 crying in a corner in a room she now knows to be their own version of a dining room, though it most consisted of several plants and a small round table, to sitting on the steps outside the Cullen house and the soft winds brushing her small curls back that she had taken out of her bun with her scrunchie secured safely around her wrist. Her face was now dry but her eyes were still red and puffy from all the tears she shed. She was scared to look in a mirror.

    She didn't say a word to anyone when she came out here. Liz believes that they wanted to give her as much space as she needed, which she greatly appreciated. The fact that they had seen her have a complete breakdown was hard enough for her pride to take, even if she did escape to a separate room for most of it. They are vampires with enhanced hearing, they may not have seen it but they definitely heard her. She needed air, she felt like she was suffocating in that room and she needed to get out. Liz honestly has no idea how long she has been out here, but she was grateful for the silence. Though, seeing as this was not her home, she knew this peace was not going to last for very long. She was proven right when she heard the front door open and close behind her.

    Liz may not know a lot about vampires but she is sure that if they wanted to then they could have come out here much quieter than that. Whoever this was wanted to alert her that someone was approaching in attempts of not startling her. It was smart, Liz had to admit. Because she was so tense that she would have jumped when said person sat down next to her, she nearly did when a clear glass filled with water was pushed into her line of vision, seeing as she kept her head down and didn't bother looking over to see who it was.

    Finally, she lifted her head slowly, not at all surprised to see it had been Jasper, his expression wary and soft as he held the glass of water out for her. "I figured you'd be thirsty."

    "Thanks." Liz said in a very low voice, she almost repeated herself but then reminded herself of his heightened hearing and stopped herself, knowing he must have heard her regardless and took the glass. She took a big gulp, proving that she was indeed thirsty, seeing as she practically cried out all the water in her system, if that were even possible. After a couple more seconds of silence and finishing the entire glass, Liz spared the golden blonde haired vampire a regretful look. "I'm sorry."

    Jasper turned to her, his perfectly sculpted features turning into a confused frown as he raised his brows. "For what?"

    Liz shrugged, not entirely sure why she was apologizing either. "I don't know. For having a meltdown, I guess. I don't normally let people see me cry. I hate it, actually. I don't like being weak."

    "You're mourning the loss of your parents. That doesn't make you weak, Liz. I'd be worried if you didn't react the way you did. One of the reasons I was so hesitant to tell you the full truth. I knew it would only cause you more pain."

    Liz brushed her bushy hair to the side but it barely did anything as it fell right back into place, blocking her side vision of Jasper's face, so she adjusted her head so she could get a better view of him. "What were the other reasons?"

    Liz watched Jasper carefully, noticed how he would shift uncomfortably in his seat and also push himself away ever so slightly. They were very close when he originally sat down, and now there was space for a third person to sit between them if given the chance. Jasper met her gaze, knowing she was still fishing for answers but he was afraid to give them to her. She has been thrown so much in the span of twenty-four hours, he was worried for how much she could take before she ran. He didn't want her to run. He didn't want her to be afraid of him. But he had promised her the truth, he gave his word and that wasn't something he gave lightly.

    "Another reason was the fact that we're vampires, something you figured out on your own. That was actually the main one. I couldn't tell you the truth. There are complications and certain rules we have to abide by."

    "Vampires have rules?"

    "Of course, how else do you think our existence has been kept a secret for so long?" Jasper asks, but kept a smirk dancing on his lips that caused Liz to giggle, realizing he was right. "We have laws, just like humans do. One of the largest covens in the world enforces them. They are called the Volturi. They are the most powerful and everyone knows better than to cross them. They make the laws and if broken, results in death. Anyone who dared defy them never lived another day, if you can call what we are really living."

    It wasn't the best explanation, but Liz got the gist of it all. "So this Volturi, they are like your rulers?"

    "That's what they like to call themselves, yes. Like Edward, Alice and myself, they have very strong gifts and a lot more of them."

    An understanding started to come to Liz just then. "That's why Rosalie is so upset that I know. If this Volturi discovered I knew, they could destroy you guys?"

    "Not just us, they won't let a human walk around knowing our existence." He informed her, his words stiff and deep. Jasper only confirmed her suspicion and Liz suddenly became really nervous at the thought of this powerful coven hurting this family, not at all really worried about herself, though a chill did go through her spine at the thought of vicious vampires wanting her dead. Who knew she would be worried about a bunch of vampires... vampires who apparently saved her life, that is.

    "Are you worried?" Jasper's random question drew her back to him, his soft features were still light but pain still filled his expression. Realizing her confusion, he elaborated quickly. "I felt a wave of emotion come from you, but I can't tell if it was worry or anxiety. I don't think I like not knowing what you are feeling."

    Remembering how she affected his gifts, Liz made another attempt to brush her hair out of her face but the wind did not help keep it in place. "Um, a little bit of both. I just didn't realize how dangerous me knowing your secret could be for you guys."

    Jasper's jaw almost went slack from shock, amazed by her understanding and compassion. "You surprise me, Liz Chambers."

    "Oh? And how do I do that, Jasper Hale?"

    "After all you've been through and learning that the world is not what you thought it was, you still have time to worry about a bunch of vampires more than yourself."

    Letting his words sink in, Liz couldn't help but let a chuckle escape her lips and placed a hand over her mouth. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Jasper chuckled too, the two looking out into the woods as the sky grew cloudier, indicating rain was coming soon. The questions she has been holding back started to surface and she wondered if right now was the best time to bring it up, but she knew if she didn't get more answers then she won't be able to sleep tonight. Again. "Jasper?"

    "Hmm?"

    "What made you want to save me? In the Highway 19 accident, I mean. When Alice had her vision. Why did you want to save me so badly?"

    Jasper didn't blink, just looked at her sharply. "I couldn't let you just die, Liz."

    "But why?" Liz pressed, needing to know the true reason. "Jasper, you and I haven't talked at all before the accident. Hell, up until I got back I thought you hated me or held some resentment towards me. We had no prior relationship before then. When you moved here, you practically threw a hissy fit when Mrs. Leonard paired us up in Chemistry and then transferred classes. I'm just finding it strange that you had some heroic need to save my life as randomly as you explained you did."

    Jasper knew this question was coming and a part of him wasn't really prepared to answer it, mostly because he didn't know how. She hasn't exactly freaked out too badly learning about his world and the truth of how she survived the biggest accident to happen in Washington in over two decades, but this might push her over the edge. He couldn't tell her the whole truth, not yet at least. He thought of his wording carefully, before going with the long version in hopes she could understand it better, leaving out a part of it in hopes he can tell her a little later if she still wanted anything to do with him.

    "Before we moved back to Forks, Alice had a vision. It was the first vision she had that didn't make any sense. The only thing she could see was me, happy and carefree, which is uncharacteristic for me since I'm normally a brood struggling to keep my control. Alice's words, not mine." He paused when he saw her giggle softly, realizing how much he loved seeing her smile and laugh. She didn't do it as often, not like she used to before the accident. "She found it strange because it was blurry and didn't make any sense, but she saw I was with someone. She just couldn't figure out who. When we got to Forks, she had another one, but this time she only saw a glimpse of you walking in school and then that was it. I think that was when she truly started to get frustrated about your affect on our gifts."

    "Wait, so you're saying I'm the cause of your uncharacteristic behavior?"

    "Alice's is not sure because it was too blurry to make out. But, seeing you in class last year, well I did feel a pull towards you. Normally I am very uncomfortable around humans, but you were probably the most beautiful human I have even laid eyes on, I was mesmerized. You had so much life and soul in your eyes and smile, it was like I was captivated. But then I got a hold of your scent, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I feared what I might do if I was near you, and for some reason the mere thought of you coming to any harm, especially by my hand, I couldn't bear it." Jasper paused and Liz felt like her heart was going to explode listening to his words as he spoke so passionately, she felt entranced by his soothing southern voice. "Alice confirmed you were the girl she kept seeing when she saw you. That was when Edward learned you had an affect on his gift as well as I did. You were the first person to ever really do that."

    Liz took a second to let his words sink in, trying to ignore the tugging in her heart and the warmth she felt, her cheeks suddenly flushing at the kind words he had said and cleared her throat. "So, you acted like an ass to me because you wanted to protect me?"

    Jasper's famous lopsided grin grew then, his southern drawl growing thicker when he spoke next. "Yes m'lady. I feel an odd need to keep you safe at all times. I can't really explain it, even if that means protecting you from myself."

    Liz grinned again, letting out another chuckle but winced suddenly when a familiar pain exploded between her eyes. Hissing loudly, she pinched the bridge of her nose, the pulsing pain very severe, but nearly as bad as it was at school the other day. Jasper frowned down at her in concern, having seen this pain in her before but never truly knowing what it meant. "Are you okay?"

    Liz bit her tongue, trying to push through the pain and rubbed her forehead in hopes to ease the pain, though it never truly worked. "Yeah. I just... I have a headache, is all."

    Jasper didn't believe her for a second and Liz knew this, judging by how he gave her a look of disapproval. Liz avoided his gaze, mostly because the pain became worse and she squeezed her eyes shut, praying it would go away soon. Thankfully after another minute, the pain started to lessen and her tense body relaxed. Jasper never took his eyes off of her the whole time before he finally spoke. "I know there is something you are not telling me or anyone. That pain you keep experiencing, it's not normal and you're not as subtle about it as you think you are, not with me that is. It's more than just a headache, isn't it?"

    "It's not-" Liz started to deny, just like she was used to doing, but stopped herself all of a sudden. Looking into Jasper's golden eyes, getting lost in them and the same flutter feeling that came to her heart when she did, it was like she was safe just under her gaze. Something washed over her, a feeling of security and safety. It was strange, if someone would have told her two weeks ago that she was debating trusting Jasper Hale with one of her most sacred secrets, she would have laughed in your face.

    But now, sitting here with him, remembering the risk not only he but his family had taken telling her who they were, doesn't matter if she mainly figured it out on her own, just so she could find closure to what happened in the accident, well... she felt find of selfish keeping her biggest secret to herself when they told her theirs. Though, it didn't exactly match them being vampires, but it was big for her.

    Letting out a big sigh, Liz tossed her hair back and nodded softly. "You're right. It's not just a headache. Something else came out of that horrible accident other than a damaged knee and painful grief."

    "Like what?" Jasper asked calmly, his patience showing and waited for her to tell him in her own time. He could tell she was starting to shake again, her anxiety rising, and he attempted to help her calm down but noticed his attempts were unsuccessful due to her strange unbeknownst ability to block out his ability most of the time.

    He almost told her not to worry about it, but now Liz wanted to talk about it. She only had her Nana to talk to about this outside the doctors and it was so hard keeping this a secret from Ester and even Danny. Bella knew something was wrong that was caused by the accident seeing as Liz had entrusted her with transportation to her neurologists appointments, but didn't know exactly what the reason was. She wanted to tell someone. She needed to. She couldn't deal with this alone anymore, the weight was just too much.

    "When I first woke up in the hospital, I couldn't see anything. And it's not like the lights were off and the problem could be solved by flipping a switch, I mean I couldn't see anything period. Everything was black and I was terrified, I thought I was dead or trapped somewhere dark and lonely. I freaked out, I was panicking and thrashing about. I had to be sedated. When I woke up again, I was able to see again. I was calmer then, partly because of the drugs but also because I figured it must have been a horrible dream. The doctors let the news of my parents deaths and my knee injury sink in before they got to the harder news, though I never thought anything could be harder than hearing your parents were dead along with eighteen other people."

    She took a minute to pause, looking down at her fidgeting fingers and took another deep breath. "They told me that when the car flipped, I had hit the back of my head multiple times on the glass window, so much so that it damaged a part of my brain called the occipital lobe, which basically is the fancy word that describes the part of my brain that controls my vision."

    "There was a lot of bleeding and a lot of damage. They said I was rushed right into surgery and they had cut a part of my skull open to stop the bleeding." Liz explained as thoroughly as she remembered being informed of all of this at the hospital, opting to show Jasper the stitches by separating her bushy blonde hair and reveal the back where they had shaved off some of her hair that was barely growing back. It wasn't a lot but it was enough to make Liz grateful that it was in the back of her head and easy to hide. The scar was still clear as day and Jasper felt the strange urge to softly touch it, lightly brushing it with his fingers. Liz felt a chill go through her because of his cold touch but did not move away until he did. Putting her hair down, she hugged her body and locked her eyes down at the ground before them.

    "They told me the damage was too severe to correct and I would have trouble with my vision for a couple years. They also said, it's a high possibility- wait, no, scratch that. It most definitely is going to happen no matter what, so I shouldn't put false hope behind my words. Apparently I am slowly going blind, and it will be permanent in two year. Three, if I'm lucky. It will worsen each and every day and in about a fews months I'll most likely need glasses. I should already have them, especially for reading, but I'm kind of procrastinating getting them. Besides, getting glasses is only a reminder that I'll be blind soon and there is nothing I can do to stop it."

    "Nothing?" The blonde vampire questioned, his normal stiff features softening more at the news of this.

    Liz shook her head. "Nope. Can't really fix brain damage, no amount of surgery could."

    "And the pain between your eyes?"

    "Just another price to pay. Horrible migraines and surges of pain here and there. They can last for a few seconds, several minutes or even hours. Hell, it lasted two days straight around the time the funeral came. They are not fun in the slightest. They could be worse, though. Doctors suspected I could possibly have seizures, but that it was unlikely and not something I should worry about on top of everything else." Liz explains bitterly, feeling more anger consuming her then sadness. "How is it fair? Losing my parents, damaging my knee that ruined my future in something I excelled at, and now I'll lose my sight? It's just not fair."

    "I'm sorry," Jasper said, not sure how else to react. "I can't imagine what that must be like."

    "It's like... it's like having a ticking time bomb in my head. Like I'm going to wake up one day and the lights are just going to be out permanently. It was horrible at the hospital the first time. I felt so lost, darkness has never really been a friend of mine. I'm so scared of it happening again."

    Jasper was not good at comforting people. It was something he never had to do and felt slightly uncomfortable doing it. He wanted to comfort Liz, he wanted to make her feel safe and reassure her that everything was going to be okay, but he didn't know how and he couldn't promise something like that. What words could he say that would make her feel better? Losing your sight, or anything of the sorts, is not something you have to worry about when becoming a vampire.

    He had no idea what she was going through or what she was feeling. She lost her parents, lost her ability to do one of the things she loves more than anything, and now this? That was too much for one person to handle, especially someone so young. He didn't know how to help her, but maybe he knew something that could make her forget. Maybe he could help put the smile he missed that she so rarely wears back on her face, as his eyes widened with the idea.

    Standing up, he moved down the ground to face her, a knowing smirk dancing on his pale lips. Liz watched him curiously, wondering where he was going and became confused when he turned towards her. Jasper held out his hand, which she stared at strangely for several seconds but slowly took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet and steadied her when she almost lost her balance, her knee failing her.

    "You like to run, to clear your head, correct?" He questioned, for which Liz gave a short nod.

    "Um, yeah and because I love the adrenaline it gives me. But we both know I can't. You made it very clear last night."

    "Yes, you can't." He examined, not bothering elaborating before grabbing her arm and swinging her onto his back, Liz letting out a squeal in surprise as her legs wrapped tightly around his hips out of reflex, her eyes widened and her heart raced being this close to him, just like it had when he carried her up to the roof of the abandon fire station. "I never said I couldn't."

    Before Liz could even question, Jasper took off, the curly haired female reminding herself to hold on for dear life.

    Flying. That's what it felt like hanging on Jasper's back as he ran in his enhanced speed through the thick, deep, misty woods. She felt like they were flying through air, gliding almost. Liz held on for dear life, but not once did she dare to close her eyes. She may not be the one running, but she felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins, just like she did in every track meet she ever ran. The fast pace did make her feel a bit woozy, but she barely paid any mind to it. She hasn't felt this free in months and she couldn't help but laugh in astonishment, clinging her arms tightly around Jasper's neck. She had to remind herself that Jasper wasn't human so she didn't have to worry about choking him or cutting off his airways.

    It was like every worry she was feeling before, all the sadness of reliving the accident and then talking about her condition, it was all pushed away and forgotten and all she felt was pure bliss. Jasper grinned when hearing her laughter, making sure to listen for her heart that was racing, not wanting it to get too high in fear it might erupt. He has to constantly remind himself that she was human and she was fragile and he needed to be careful with her.

   Being so close to her wasn't as hard as it normally was. Mostly because he wasn't really focused on her intoxicating scent but more on the bubbling laughter he felt exploding from her chest against his rock solid back. It was easier for him to be near here then it was for Edward to be near Bella. Sure, Jasper was newer to the animal diet then the rest of his family, but luckily his struggle with Liz was the same struggle he had with every other human, her being slightly the exception as his need to protect her overweighs his hunger. But with Edward, it was worse because Bella was his singer, basically meaning that her blood 'sings' to him, making him want it much more than anyone else and a lot harder to avoid. Jasper was grateful that Liz's blood did not do that to him but he knew deep down that he would not be able to have the control Edward does. He had to leave the state to avoid Bella, where Jasper might have attacked her the moment he smelled her in Chemistry class the beginning of Sophomore year if Liz turned out to be his singer.

    Jasper hadn't really had a destination in mind, just kept running at an appropriate speed, one that he knew the small blonde would get a thrill over while also not causing her any disorientation or queasiness.

    Listening to her heart rate attentively, he came to a slow stop, Liz gasping when everything came to a sudden stop as she still held her grip on his back, looking at the side of his face with a bright smile. "Holy shit! That's one way to cheer a girl up. That is so intense! Is that the fastest you can go?"

    "No, but it's the fastest I will go. You'll get sick if I go my full speed." He explains.

    "I'm a big girl, I can handle it." Liz tried to argue but she could tell by the look in Jasper bright golden eyes that it was not negotiable. So she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "Okay, fine. Can we go again?"

    Jasper nodded, relieved he was able to bring that bright smile he had grown used to admiring from afar, happy to be the reason to cause it and put all her stress away. He took off again and Liz let out woot of joy, secretly hoping this feeling never went away.

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"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 been bothering me," Liz voiced, walking around Jasper's large room that had a lot of empty space, gazing over the art paintings on his wall, trying to figure out the appeal for him wanting to buy these, when really all she saw was a big blob of paint.

    After Jasper had spontaneously taken Liz on an adventure run, which was probably the best experience she has ever had, rain sadly shortened what could have been a several hour adventure and they were forced to return to the Cullen household. Liz was greeted with welcome smiles and a surprise hug from Esme, who apparently had been holding back before but couldn't now after witnessing her little meltdown and learning about her condition, which shouldn't have been a surprised that they were eavesdropping, not like they had much of a choice with there enhanced hearing. Esme had wanted to comfort her. It was awkward but Liz accepted it in a way to not be mean.

    Now Jasper felt obligated to give Liz a tour of the house. He took her to every room, her favorite being the gaming/movie room where he claims Emmett spends the majority of his time, something Liz did not blame him for as she would too. He had taken her to the room, showing each and every room, only two had actual beds inside of them, which belonged to Carlisle and Esme and Rosalie and Emmett. Vampires don't sleep, as Jasper had pointed out yet again when Liz questioned it, and then that's when she got the horrible image of intimate details she did not want and pushed any further questions to the side.

    Jasper had tried to be sneaky and pass his room, but Liz pressed him to see it and for some reason he couldn't deny her. No one ever really came into his room, Alice on accusations but that's mostly because she didn't have any respect for anyone's privacy, he had explained with much love knowing Alice was listening.

    Liz found the room to be quite plain, but honestly she didn't expect anything less. The walls were painted an eggshell white color, something she knew had to be Esme's doing, and there was a wall with built-in shelves, books scattered about in different order, most likely alphabetical. She should have known Jasper was a reader, she shouldn't really have been surprised. When she thinks back, he normally did have a book in his hand at lunch, barely touching his food.

    After admiring the different books placed in OCD order, she moved onto the pictures when a thought came to her head, spinning around to face Jasper who stood awkwardly in the corner, like he wanted nothing more than to leave his room. She found his behavior odd but ignored it when the question on her tongue spilled. "Carlisle knew about my condition, at least he read about it in my records after the accident at the school. Did he not tell you about it?"

    Jasper shook his head. "No. Carlisle is very serious about doctor/patient confidentiality, even if you are not technically his patient."

    "What about Edward? I know I mess with his telepathic voodoo but I thought maybe he would have picked something up from my head, especially after what happened at the school. Or at least he would have read Carlisle's mind."

    "If he did, he didn't tell any of us." Jasper admits and it only made Liz wonder if Edward did know. As if he was the one who could read minds, Jasper spoke up again. "Edward is usually good at respecting people's privacy."

    "He reads minds. How is that respecting people's privacy?"

    Jasper suppressed a chuckle. "That's not something he can help. He wishes it was an ability he can turn on and off, but not all mental gifts are like that. Mostly physical gifts are easier to control."

    "So feeling emotions, that's not something you can turn on and off?"

    "No," Jasper answered, taking another step back when Liz moved to the next painting, which was only a couple inches closer to where he stood. "But controlling them and manipulate them, that I can control."

    Liz looked away from the slightly better painting, which was of a sunset rising above a lake, remembering something before turning her blue gaze to meet him. "Have you ever done that to me? Change or manipulate my emotions?"

    The golden-blonde vampire hesitated before answering. "I've tried several times, but was never truly successful. Only once or twice I think I was able to calm your anger down or take your pain away."

    "Friday outside the cafeteria." Liz stated in realization. "I was having a really bad migraine that day and it had gone away briefly when we were talking about La Push. That was you?" Jasper only answered with a nod and a tiny smile tugged the corner of her lips remembering that day. "You were helping me even though I was a total bitch to you?"

    "I kinda deserved it." Jasper replied with a shrug, his signature smirk appearing on his features. "I didn't really do much, just made you relaxed enough so you would forget about it. Honestly, I didn't think it would work."

    "You don't think there is something wrong with me, do you? Well, besides all the medical reasons, obviously."

    Jasper barely let out a chuckle as he shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with you, Liz."

    Liz chuckles, looking how he still kept his distance and frowned, a light going off in her head as she started to understand why. "Are you struggling being near me right now?"

    "Not any harder than I normally am. It was different on the run, I was distracted and not paying attention to it. I'm just trying to play things safe. I'm true to my word, Liz. I won't hurt you. Not on purpose."

    Liz gave a timid smile, appreciating how hard he was trying and she felt a little tug in her chest. "I know you won't, Jasper. I trust you."

    Before the boy could respond, she felt her phone buzz and she saw she had three texts from Danny, asking her when she was coming home, saying Ester is working late and dinner will be done soon. She sent him a text back and looked up at Jasper, noticing how he never took his captivating eyes off her for one second. She blushed under her gaze and cleared her throat to speak clearly, not wanting him to see her nervousness with him all of a sudden. "Um, it's getting kind of late. I should get home."

    "I'll take you." Jasper immediately agrees and leads the blonde down the stairs, where she is greeted by most of the Cullen's who said goodbye, Emmett saying he will see her on Monday for torturing and preparing her for the upcoming quiz, which Liz groaned at. Alice and Esme hugged her, whereas Carlisle just nodded goodbye and she even received a reluctant wave from Rosalie, which Liz decided to take as progress and not on the fact that she probably just pitied her, which was most likely the case. Edward, however, was nowhere to be seen but she didn't care enough to question his whereabouts.

    The ride back was as gentle and easy as the ride there. Jasper took the same route back and was very careful and took his time, not going an inch over the speed limit. Liz surprisingly felt relaxed, well, relaxed as anyone who hated being in a car can be. Her anxiety was still high and her hands shook, but she managed to keep calm and was relieved when Jasper pulled up in front of her place.

     Liz didn't get out of the car right away, sparring Jasper a look who was already looking at her like he wanted to say something but he didn't know how. Strangely, Liz felt self conscious, which is weird because she wasn't exactly sure as to why. "So, what happens now? What are we?"

    "What do you mean 'what are we'?"

    "Are we friends? Are we acquaintances who know each other's deepest secrets? Are we..." Liz stopped herself before she could finish that last one. Are we more? Is what she wanted to say but bit her tongue.

    Jasper understood what she was trying to say regardless and he knew, deep down, that things couldn't go back to the way they were. They couldn't go back to ignoring each other like they were before the accident. He didn't want to do that. "I don't think I can keep my distance from you anymore."

    Liz's heart fluttered again. "I don't think I want you too."

    "You're not scared anymore?" He inquired, for which Liz only frowned in confusion but then recalled how she was a little scared at the track field when she didn't understand what she had just discovered. Before she got all the facts.

    "No. I was never scared of you, Jasper. Only of the unknown. It's not unknown to me anymore. I don't think I could ever be physically scared of you. Not even a little bit."

    Jasper's wide sharp eyes blinked once. "Why?"

     "Because your promise put aside, I think something deep inside me knows you'll never hurt me," she tells him honestly.

    He still seemed stunned by her response, shaking his hair viciously. "You can't possibly know that, Liz. I'm a predator. I'm a monster. You don't know about my past and if you knew what I used to do... you wouldn't feel this way. "

    "A predator is an animal who preys on innocents and a monster is an imaginary creature that is mean and ugly and hides in the closets of a toddler's bedroom. I don't care about who you used to be, all I care about is who you are right now. And you are not either one of those things." The curly haired female reached out slowly, her eyes locked on his pale hand that was still gripping the steering wheel tightly and carefully laced her fingers into his, watching as he stiffened from the contact and became very still. Liz was expecting him to pull away or tell her to stop, but when he did neither, she let their hands rest against the middle seat and grinned up at him. "I guess it's a good thing I prefer the cold."

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Well, there you have it guys! I really hope I explained Liz's situation well, but in case everyone is confused, basically Liz damaged a serious part of her brain from the accident that is affecting her vision and she is slowly going blind. I have done a lot of research on it and though I am not entire sure if this is 100% possible, I know there are known cases of people going blind from brain damage.

This chapter was easy to write but I'm not all too crazy about it. I've thought about rewriting it but I don't know how I could do it any differently so I'm just going to take a chance and hope people don't hate it. Also, I know Liz hasn't bonded a lot of with the Cullen's which is kind of how I want because every fic the OC abandons their original friends to hang with the Cullen's or the pack and I don't want that to happen. But more interaction is coming soon though, I promise!

Hope you all liked it! Please give feed back! I enjoy them so much!