I actually have no idea what prompted me to write this. I never write about the vamps. But I did for some reason. I've never written this pairing, either, although I've read it a few times.

Anyway... read and review.

It felt the same as whenever he was alone with her. The awkward glances, the strong feeling of tension in the air, the small talk that never went anywhere. All these feelings were just intensified with the added weight of his and hers.

It was all the more awkward now, what with his little slip up. His eyes closed and he sighed, reliving the horror on the human girls face as he lunged, but nothing had happened, thanks to Alice's vision and a carefully planned 'wolf' that had been 'about to attack the girl.' She had thanked him profusely as Emmett had explained his 'intent', his hands tight on his shoulder's, containing him, the whole time.

He wondered what she thought of him now. He wondered how he could be so weak when she could be so strong.

Almost as if she had sensed his thoughts (she couldn't, he reminded himself. That was Edward. His thoughts were private around her. She couldn't read them, no matter how much he thought she could. It was him, he reminded himself, who was invading, by feeling her emotions so that he was in tuned to her, leaving almost nothing private) she got up and made her way over to the chair where he was sitting, sitting on the armrest so his shoulder was pressing against her waist. He could feel the tension in the air, could feel the way she wanted to say something, he could feel the way she was nervous (but nervous about what? That was the problem- he could feel everything she was feeling, but he had no idea why she was feeling it).

"It doesn't make you weak," she whispered, not loud enough for human ears, but he could hear her clearly. He looked up at her. Her eyes had faded from red to brown- they were gazing at him, gazing into his soul, and he was caught up in them for one brief second before he tore away and stood up, reaching the other side of the room, a blur to human eyes, but he knew she could see him clearly.

"Maybe not... but this does," he whispered, leaning his forehead against the wall before leaving, wanting to be as far away from her as possible.

Jasper could remember a time when he had wanted her for a different reason. When he had wanted to touch her for her blood- when he had wanted to place his lips on her body only so he could puncture her skin and taste the blood that he was sure tasted as sweet as she smelled.

He wished he could go back to that time. Because surely it was easier then this.