My deepest apologies for the extremely long wait that you guys had to endure. I never intended to stop writing this story when I did, but every time my fingers poised over the keys, I felt my mind come to a screeching halt and nothing would flow.

However, now that I graduated and have the rest of this summer to relax while I anxiously away college, I find myself with a lot of time on my hands. I enjoy writing, but when I get excited about a prospective long-term writing project, I freeze up.

I would like to extend my thanks to Sherry Williams, xxxbulletxxx, XxJasper'sAngelxX, NatalieLynn, .mar, Kfulkerson, Jasper'sCowgirl, and ccross023 for your wonderful reviews. Especially those that reviewed recently. I would also like to express my gratitude for all those that had favorited and followed "The Fallen Servant."

I now give you my long-awaited update. Hopefully it is satisfactory enough!

Stephanie Meyer owns all.

Chapter 3

Frightened brown eyes bored into his as he crouched menacingly over the strange woman's body. Feral from the unknown that he was just thrust into, he took out his rage on the thing nearest him and venom pooled into his mouth as his teeth bared at the female below him. What treachery did she pull?

His mind raced over the events that lead up to this situation. He had come into the city to hunt, and he came upon the most delectable scent that he had ever encountered in his many years, Not only had it appealed to his senses, a need overcame him unlike anything he had ever felt before. Before he had a chance to fully explore the source, his body betrayed him in ways he had never heard of before. It was unheard of for a vampire to black out, unless you were in the presence of Alec Volturi, and even then that wasn't the same thing that he'd just experienced.

A whimper beneath him was enough to recapture his attention and he focused on the trembling of the flushed skin of the human below him. Seeing the rush of blood come to the surface of her skin caused another rush of venom to pool in his mouth. He hurriedly swallowed it back. He needed to figure out the mystery behind what had happened to him. It wasn't good to have any weaknesses, especially for those in his position.

Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and his hands captured her wrists before she could put her hands back on his person. "What are you?" He questioned in a whisper. "Who are you?" He added. He needed answers.

Pink lips parted and Jasper's gaze was unnervingly drawn to them. A pink tongue darted out and moistened them before an unsteady whisper escaped. "Human,I-Isabella." She stopped and bit her lip. She inhaled a lungful of air and her back tensed in preparation for something Jasper wasn't expecting. "I think I should be asking you that question. What are you?" She shot back.

Jasper blinked, astounded for a minute. What gave this girl- this woman- the right to question him? She didn't realize the kind of danger she was in. Baring his teeth, he leaned in closer, flaring his nostrils against the heady smell of her aroma.

What are you?

She had asked the same question and he thought it only fitting that he respond the same way she had. "Vampire, Jasper." His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as her heart rate accelerated and the blood pumped faster in her veins. He was so… hungry. His gaze dropped to the open collar of her dress and he could see her vein pulsing strongly against the skin of her neck.

A gust of icy breath caused goosebumps to raise along her skin as his nose dipped down to run along the base of her neck and up to her jaw. He chuckled almost cruelly as he smelt a slight change in her scent. Isabella liked being in danger. Naughty girl.

"Are you going to kill me?" The question caused him to pause and pull away sharply to look into her eyes. Her eyes were wide and she was panting slightly.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Darlin', until I know what happened out back in that alley, nothin' is going to happen to you." He smirked. He watched as a subtle breath of relief escaped her.

Oh, darlin'. That doesn't mean you're completely out of harm's way. I'm definitely not done with you.

Her eyebrows furrowed soon after. "But, I don't know what happened in the alleyway!" She argued. "All I wanted to do was lend some help to someone I thought was in trouble." She narrowed her eyes at him, inwardly pinning the blame on him but to afraid to voice it out loud.

"Darlin'. Whether you like it or not, I will be back to get to the bottom of this." He murmured distractedly back.

Her scent fluctuates with her moods. It's fascinating.

A slam of a door brought him out of his musings and he smelt the air. A scent similar to the one before him slowly permeated the air and he mused that is must be her father. This would be a good time for him to leave and hunt so that his mind could be clear enough to figure out the problem that he found himself in.

He glanced down at the woman below him and noticed that she was looking at the door leading into the room. It was wide open. "Isabella," he crooned. She glanced back at him. "I will come back to question you further on what happened in the alley. I'd keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut about what transpired here." He growled meaningfully and sped out the nearby open window.

How convenient. What kind of woman leaves a window open in her house this late at night without a chaperone?

A numb feeling encased him as soon as he could no longer smell her scent. He shook his head, too confused to analyze the possibilities at the moment. Why was he feeling all of these strange things?

He slowed his pace down as he walked along the quiet street. He could hear a slow heartbeat up ahead and he sped up his walk to find the source, venom beginning to pool. He quickly came upon a man slouched against one of the town's tavern walls and the smell of alcohol was extremely potent.

Bending down, he grabbed the man's wrist ignoring the garbled words that poured from his mouth. Dragging his nose across the width, he inhaled the steady pump of blood. Grinning ferally, he locked eyes with the glazed over one's of the man and bit deeply into his flesh.

Falling onto one knee, Jasper clutched the bloody wrist to his mouth greedily, not caring about the mess that he made. The blood raced into his system, filling him with a euphoric warmth that was extremely addictive. He could hear the man's heartbeat stutter to a stop and he pulled back with a gasp. Chuckling quietly to himself, he tossed the man away from him and stalked off. Wolves have been attacking townspeople as of late, so the ignorant humans would just chalk this up to being caused by a dog.

Tongue flicking out to drag along his lower lip to catch any left over blood, Jasper fled back towards where he came. Back towards brown eyes, and a delectable scent. Perhaps now he'll figure out what's going on with him.

And there we leave this chapter! I didn't want Jasper to automatically know that she was "meant" for him. What's the fun in not having him stew over his problems for awhile? I also always preferred Jasper as a human drinker. It kind of makes him sexier, don't you agree?

I can't say for sure when I'll post the next chapter. All I can give you is soon!

Thanks for sticking with me!

~False