S. Meyer is the Oprah of writers, she owns everything Twilight and that goes for the entire story so that I don't have to re-post this over and over at the top of each chapter.

This is a re-post of the story that I started a few months ago, I pulled it so that I could rework a few things...


The day I met him he was a hardened, shell of a man. I hated him, loathed him. Now, just a few short months later, I couldn't see my life without him in it.

I looked deep into his sea blue eyes as we sat in a barricaded room, inside a tiny apartment. Our love would be in his eyes for eternity, just like mine. We only saw each other. The world outside of us was worthless.

He pulled me closer to him and kissed my mouth with so much desperation behind it. I clung to him, straddling his lap, my hands weaved into his dark, shaggy curls. I pulled his face closer to mine and moved my mouth with his, needing him to consume me, to consume my thoughts.

I could hear the sirens still blaring and then the car doors slammed. The men outside were shouting to come out with our hands up. I couldn't listen to anything but the sound of his breath and the thumping of my heart. I counted them, trying to distract myself. This was it. This was the end.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips.

"I love you too, baby," he said back, pulling me closer. His hands moved behind me, pulling me as close as I could get. I heard the clips being loaded into his guns, the metal sliding into place and locking.

The noise outside started to quiet down and I was back to counting his breaths. It was too quiet, almost eerie. Then in a rush, there was a large bang on the front door. They were going to force their way in. We were trapped, cornered.

It was then that I realized that Jasper Whitlock wasn't my life...he was my death.