A/N: Righty Ho! This is my first Jasper/Bella fic and I just finish writing this first chapter and wanted to get it up right away. This is kind of like an intro to the story and the chapters will get a lot longer after this one. So I hope you like it and I had fun writing this so hopefully you will have fun reading it :D

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight...I like to play with the characters because I am sick and twisted and I have weird little stories going around in my head ;)

Bella POV

"Ohhh fuuuckkkk! Right there. Ugh, Danny you have a fucking magical tongue! Don't stop!"

I grasped the gorgeous head of black hair that I picked up on my way home from the club. Him and his fucking vibrating tongue.

"Mmmm...shit...more please more."

And boy, did he give me more. His tongue suddenly went into fucking major high voltage on my clit as his fingers pumped hard into my tight pussy. I swear, this guy should come with a warning label. No pun intended.

I felt myself on the brink on my orgasm, when he bit down on my throbbing clit pushing me over the edge. I gripped the comforter beneath me, holding on for dear life as my body shook with the intensity of my orgasm, screaming at the top of my lungs about how much I loved Danny and his enchanting tongue.

While taking deep breaths, trying to slow my pounding heart down, Danny made his way up my body, placing hot open mouth kisses along my sweaty body. Working his way up my neck, he bit down on my ear lobe.

"My turn."

Pft! Guys. They always want something in return. They should just be fucking grateful I let them touch me.

"Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

I sprung from the bed, wrapping myself in the sheet and ran to my bad on the other side of the room. That tone was reserved for one person and one person only.

"Bitch, you really do have piss ass timing don't you."

He laughed down the phone.

"You know it baby girl. Now, I really need to pack up your ass, hop on your beasty and drive south until I call you again and tell you to stop."

"What? Why?"

"She's close."

That was all he had to say for me to understand.


He chuckled again.

"See you soon sugar."

He ended the call, while I started throwing up a shit storm. I ran around the room, throwing my shit into my bag, which was spread out all over the floor.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

Shit! I completely forgot about Danny.

"Uh, I have to go."

I threw on my tee forgoing my bra and pulled up my pants, stuffing my thong in my bag, before sitting down on the bed to zip up my boots. I felt a hand creep up the back of my top, caressing my skin just before a pair of warm lips made their way up my spine.

"Babe, we haven't finished; what about me?"

Sighing, I stood from the bed, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Looking back, Danny was lead out on the bed, propped up on one arm. His amazing hard dick still stood at attention, begging me to play with it.

And oh what fun games we could have had.

"Finish it yourself."

With that, I ran through his apartment, forgoing shutting the door and ran down a few flights of stairs before jumping out into the middle of a thunderstorm, soaking me through.

Just my fucking luck.

I ran over to my bike, parked up, looking all sexy. He was my pride and joy. No one could give me as much pleasure as my baby could.

Well Mr. magical tongue and monstrous cock could have.

It was true. The next time I saw that little bitch of mine I would have to pound his ass for cock blocking me like he did. Unbreakable or not!

I straddle my bike and brought it to life. Ahh, there was no other feeling like it. I pulled away and sped through the streets. It must have been early morning time, so there was hardly anyone on the roads, luckily enough for me, and I made it across town in no time.

I flew into my ground floor apartment and grabbed a large duffle bag, filling it to the brim with clothes and shit. I didn't have much time and I needed to get out of here ASAP. Locking up, I ran back outside into the pouring rain, securing my bag on the back of the bike before starting him up again and shooting off again.

Like Bitchy McQueen told me, I travelled south.

Fucking Vampires wanting to kill me and all. Fuck! I really couldn't catch a break.

This wasn't the first time this had happened to me. In fact, there are a number of times this has happened to me. It all started a couple of months after my 18th birthday. I was on the edge of a cliff in La Push, the Indian reservation outside of Forks, where I lived with my dad Charlie, getting ready to jump into the sea- recreationally of course, when my phone starts going off.

I picked it up, hoping it was from him, but no, it was my own personal bitch telling me to pack up and runaway. I tried to ask questions but he told me to hurry or everything would be ruined. So I fled back home, to find it empty, wrote Charlie a bogus note saying how I couldn't cope with this shit anymore and I was running away.

I drove all night through the next day and well into the next night before I received another call from BitchyM, telling me to stop…oh and that my father had died along with his best friend Harry and the Quileute all thought I was dead from the fucking SHE vamp! Somewhere between utterly depressed and completely pissed off, I pulled up into a space and hit the nearest bar, drowning my sorrows in hard liquor.

I had no idea where I was. I was only with little money and a few items of clothing. Simple things. You have no idea what it's like for an 18 year old girl – who was already a bit of a freak, to sit in a bar by yourself, not knowing what to do. But that's when Queen of the Bitches decided to show up.

He waltzed into the bar, all 6 ft 4 of him, dragging the little misses along, practically by her hair. They sat down next to me in the bar. But of course, I had no idea who they were at this point, until he laid his stone cold hand on my shoulder and told me he was sorry. Lifting my head from my bottomless glass of JD (thanks to the lovely bar tender who kept staring at my tits) and gazed into his surprisingly red eyes, I finally realized, that no matter where I went, there was now at least one person I could count on.

I laid my head on his should and cried my eyes out. I must have pasted out or something because the next thing I knew, I was in the middle of a massive bed in some hotel room, with a huge suitcase on the end of my bed with a note. Turns out the Bitch left me a shit load of cash, with a note telling me to get my life sorted and that I own him.

To be honest, I owe that fucker a hell of a lot, the amount of times he has saved my ass. And after every time he tells me to pack up, he magically gets another load of cash to me and a note, telling me yet again, that I owe him. Well Bitch owes me now, cock-blocking me like he did.

It has been 6 years since I saw him in the bar and I haven't seen him since. He's kind of become like an older brother to me, leaving me the fuck alone, not telling me what to do or who I could or couldn't screw, yet always watching out for me and making sure I get by.

After a few days of traveling, I noticed that I had arrived in Texas, in the small town of Bear Creek – the massive population of 376. It's actually hard to believe that there are smaller places than Forks. I parked up in front of a small rundown motel. Grabbing my bag of shit, I trolled in and up to the front desk. I small women with bright red hair pulled up into a messy bun.

"Hey there darling, what can I do for ya'll?"

"Yeah, can I have a double room please?"

"Sure thing. For how long?"

"Three nights please."

She took some ID and gave me my key, informing me that I can pay when I check out. Thanking the women, I headed to my room, which was luckily on the first floor. Flinging the door open, I noticed that the place didn't look half bad. I had definitely stayed in some shit holes in my time.

Dumping my bag on the floor I walked around the room. Everything was black and red, pretty basic, but I liked dark colours so I knew I would be just fine for now. Realizing how tired I was, I pulled my boots off and flung myself on the bed, climbing under the sheets and dozing off.

"Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way."

My ringtone echoed around the room. I shot out of bed and flipped my phone open.

"What Bitch? I'm fucking sleeping."

"Isabella! I told you to keep fucking driving until I called you, telling you to stop!"

He was full on growling at me down the phone.



"Fuck you. I'm already in Bear Creek, Texas."

"I DON'T CARE…wait what?"

"Yeah you little bossy bitch, I'M IN THE SOUTH!"

"Yeah but I still didn't call you to tell you to stop. Now you've ruined everything." He whined down the phone before hanging up.

God, he really was a little bitch. Throwing my phone down, I flopped myself in front of the mirror, looking at the damage. My make up was all over my face and my hair looked like a crow's nest. But underneath the mess, I had changed so my throughout the years. My face had thinned out, losing all of my baby fat. I had dyed my hair a darker brown, so that it almost looked black and just for fun, I added a few purple highlights. Unfortunately, no matter where I went, I was still as pale as I ever was, save for the odd few freckles on my nose.

My body had finally filled out, my boobs growing to a surprising 32 DD and my ass can finally fill out my jeans. I started going to the gym, toning up my body so I could completely rid the world of Bella Swan, the 18 year old virgin. Now, I was Isabella…with no last name. I couldn't keep Swan, when everyone thought I was dead but I didn't want to replace the name that links me to my father. So now, all of my ID it just say Isabella S.

Standing up and stretching, I got ready for my shower.

"1,2,3 Who should I kill?
Every motherfucker running up the hill.
1,2,3 What should I do?
Get fucked up and fuck up a 'you

Pussy Liquor
Make me sicker
Pussy Liquor
Do it quicker

Yeah we liked to get fucked up, (fucked up)
Yeah I like to get fucked up too
Yeah I bet you do

Yeah we liked to get fucked up, (fucked up)
Yeah I like to get fucked up too
Yeah I bet you do"


"Well hello to you too Cher. Is that the way you always answer your phone?"

"Shit, sorry babe, I'm just a little on edge at the mo. Bitch got his fanny in a twist."

She chuckled down the phone.

"You're telling me? You should have seen him once he got off the phone. He had a good old bitch about you and how you never listen to him."

Ha! Classic.

"You've got to be shitting me. You and bitchy too shoes are the only people who I trust in the world."

"I know babe. I did remind him of that but you know how he can get. Anyway, back to the reason I called. Where about in Bear Creek are you staying?"

"The hotel just off the interstate."

"The blue waffle moose?"

"Yeah I think that's the one."

"Okay Cher, sit tight and we will be on our way."

"Wait! What?"

"You heard me Cher; we're coming to get you."

You got to be shitting me!

A/N: Well? Did you like it? Can you guess what is going on? Can you please review for me? I admire the Jaspers Darlins (random thing to say..yes but it has to be said :D)

Lzielkalollypop xxx