Unfortunately, I do not own the universe I am dabbling in, all rights to her characters belong to one, Ms. Stephanie Myers.
Don't Close your Eyes courtesy of Mr. Keith Whitley.
Don't Close Your Eyes-Chapter One
I smelt him before I ever saw him; leather, fresh cut grass, hayfields, and sunshine. I knew my luck would eventually run out, four years of running was plenty enough. The particular Cullen I smelled wasn't the one I was running from though. This one was bad enough on his own. I turned slowly to face him and was shocked when my own crimson orbs caught his. Oh, Peter was going to love this!
"Jasper Hale," I drawled in a slow Tennessee accent that Emmett would have been proud of, "What are you doing here?"
"Isabella Swan! Never thought I'd see you here." Jasper's rich southern Texas baritone rumbled.
"Why, Mr. Hale, I have no idea why not, being as I own the damn place! It ain't called the Swan's Nest for no reason."
"Bella, you are still just as sassy as ever."
"You have no idea." I silently said to myself.
"Humor, hmph, it suits you quite well." His eyes flickered for the first time past my face and drank my body in. "Vampirism also seems to suit you, just fine, dahling." His eyes smoldered as they once again met mine. "Though thought I'd never see that color on you."
"Ah! Mr. Hale, I'm not the innocent Bella you met years ago. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to close down the bar and head home. It's kinda dead in here tonight." I chuckled at my own joke.
"Well, Miss Swan, please don't let me keep you and please allow me to escort you to your vehicle." His eyes still smoldering under his thick lashes. For the first time tonight, I let my eyes wonder down his body and I was shocked by what I saw there. On top of his head a black cowboy hat sat crookedly, his green and black plaid shirt was haphazardly thrown over a white wife beater, his boot cut jeans slung low over his hips, and led to the hottest black snake-skin boots I'd ever seen. "Hmmm…like what ya see suga," His thick accent rolling the words right off his tongue.
"Hmph," I quipped and spun around to hit the switch behind the bar for the lights. I sashayed my Wrangler wearing ass to the door. "Well, you just gonna stand there, cowboy or you gonna escort me to my bike?"
"It'd be my honor, Ma'am." His eyes had finally returned to their natural crimson red.
He pushed the door open and swept his hand out in front of him, "After you, Miss Swan."
"Don't Jasper. It's Bella, please."
"Whatever floats your boat, Belllla." He said dragging out the l's in my name.
We quickly crossed the parking lot in which there were only two vehicles left, a 2013 Chevy Silverado Heavy Duty Duley in Victory Red and my itty bitty bike.
"Shewwwwww…" Jasper said in awe of my bike. "Is that what I think it is, Bella?"
I smirked and said, "Well, if you're thinking it's the new Ducati Diavel Carbon, then you'd be assuming correctly, there Mr. Whitlock."
"Itsa….WAIT! How…Why…" He said in astonishment to my calling him by his human name.
"Cat got ya tongue?" I smiled delightful in that I had made him almost speechless.
"Bella, how'd you know my human name? Who told you? What do you know about me?" His eyes were borderline black. Ah! So there's that infamous temper Peter warned me about. How much to give him…
"Well, Mr. God of War…It's nice to see you somewhat living up to your name." I teased him.
His eyes narrowed, his mouth turned down, and that left eyebrow quirked up. "Seems like we gotta lot of talking to do. Starting with, who told you that?"
"Nuh uh, Mister. I just got off a 12 hour shift at the bar and I'm exhausted and want to go home to a nice hot AB+ and bubble bath. We can talk later."
"Well, I agree with you on the AB+, but Isabella, I wanna talk now." His deep crimson eyes were flashing with curiosity and anger never settling on either one.
Shit this new gift is going to be hard to deal with. I was just getting used to Pete's "knowing shit," Char's aura reading, and about twenty or thirty other snagged gifts, now I get to play empath too. Damn, don't I just have all the damn luck. Hopefully, that damn psycho-psychic pixie and the mind reading douche bag weren't here. Fuck, why can't he just leave? IT's not like my damn life was fucking complicated enough as it was, I was on Aro's speed dial, Pete's Pet Project (yes, that's what he called me), Jake's shoulder when Misty fucked up again…now, I had the Mother Fucking Cullens to deal with...
"Bella? Earth to Bella…rein that shit in some please."
"I don't know how…" I laughed at my honesty.
He stared at me with all the anger and curiosity melting out of his eyes and confusion setting in. I just hitched my leg over the seat of my Ducati, started her up, and flew off through the back roads of this tiny town. I knew he'd follow. I was hoping he wouldn't and I was hoping that Petey's knower would tell him we were going to have company.
A.N. First ever Fan Fiction! Let me know what ya'll think and if I should carry on with the story. R&R