(A/N: Hi guys! I'm up top this time because this chapter has some…risqué bits, as well as being the final chapter for The Back End of Forever! The story is not over, though; you'll see what I've got in store mwhaha. The Start from the End will be the second part (not really a sequel, just a continuation), and it will be up as you read this. Ok, back to things people care about; remember those sexings I talked about in the first chapter? Yeah, that's happening. It's a pretty lengthy scene (longest I've written, anyway); it starts after the page break and has no plot relevance, so it's totally skippable if that kind of thing isn't your cup of tea! For those of you that have been waiting and are ready to beat me to a pulp at this point for delaying this for so long, here you go! I'd like to thank everyone who has taken the time to read this, write a review, favorite or follow – seriously, you make my day! Stay tuned for what's to come! The following poem is i carry your heart with me (i carry it in by E.E. Cummings.)

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by me is only your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

We, Us, Together

That world, the Major's wasteland, is slowly assimilated into Jasper's other thoughts; a prison that held a man for decades on decades is finally laid to rest. This new place I find myself in, someplace I know instantly is now an extension of my very soul, is Jazz's mind made whole. It's cliché as hell, but I can't separate his thoughts from mine in this space. Sorry and forgiveness aren't needed…somehow we've transcended that.

It's terrifying at first – how else could baring everything you've ever kept in the dark be? Not that I've held anything back, but now he knows the intimate details of my past, the little nuances I'd never be able to recall well enough to vocalize or those things too damning for my mind to remember. A tumultuous sea of sadness I could only before summarize at best. It's a connection that goes both ways; his lengthy past seems to flash by in an instant and I absorb it all. The terrible pain of his change, each pang of guilt – or absence there-of when the Major took the wheel – at each kill, vampire and human; a century of bloodlust and decades of resisting it– I could only ever fathom what he felt up taking a life, being able to feel it all, but now I know it clearly as he does. He's had more than a few 'relapses,' as Carlisle so delicately puts it, and each time he thinks himself a monster, a beast. That's not the truth at all; he's so much stronger than I ever could have known.

Loneliness tinges each of these memories – lessened sometimes, but always lurking somewhere within.

But there are good things too. They surface slowly – Jasper's childhood was thankfully unlike mine; it was rough, being the mid eighteen hundreds, but it was happy. My victory as I finally crawled from that old-growth forest, sun lighting my face as I tasted my first bit of hard won freedom; the surge of pride at each successful hunt that was really worth something. The few times we'd each felt some semblance of contentment bring us to the point we met and things fell into place. Now, literally sharing a soul, we're both whole. This new connection makes what we had as soul mates pale in comparison. Even through the craziness of the past few months, I don't have to search through his thoughts to know it'd take more force than the universe contains to keep him from me again. I can say the same.

Our separation – every feeling good and bad, every moment we both thought would be our last, every time we hoped for things to work out differently…We each almost did do everything differently at one point or another, but it took getting my fingers pruned off then dying and him going slightly more insane than usual and being detained by the Volturi – who tortured him by the way; fuck Jane, I will kill her – for us to get our shit together. Not even with a second to spare, either.

I know now that what the Major said is true. Through this strange new connection I know everything that's been happening since I passed out through Jasper's eyes – we're back in Forks, far away from the nightmare of the past week. That book held what we always hoped for – a way to save me. It's with trepidation that his thoughts confirm what his other side told me.

Not only am I bound to Jasper for as long as he lives, and not only will we always share thoughts and emotions now, they gave me a fucking face tattoo to do it. I mean, I know at the start of all this I said 'no big deal' to a face tattoo, but that was when I was dying. The Crown of Anathema – a mark considered to be a curse in its brief period of use; because of course eternity comes with a price. I'm completely healed – still missing fingers, but healed – but it will have its cost. We're bound for forever, mind and spirit….and at any time, Jasper can pull my strings; this mark, this Crown, means that at any given moment he could override my reasoning, dominate my will.

'Never, Kitten. I swear I'll never hurt you again.'

'Not unless you want me to, that is,'

They both speak at once, two sides of the same coin; the second, subtly darker voice and the statement he makes has heat pooling between my thighs, and my less than clean thoughts spark a flood of images through my head – imaginings of Jasper's own mind. Versions of times where we got close…but in these fantasies things go farther.

'I'm going to jump your bones then carry on with my master scheme; priorities.'

He knows what I have planned, knows what I'm doing is right even if it must be done through violence….maybe especially since it must be done through violence. There will be a lot to hash out once I wake up back in Forks, and we'll have to get in contact with as many other covens as we can to support us in our cause – not to mention I'll need more help than just bloodsuckers. I'll have to learn to trust my family again if we're all going to make it through this, but I have a feeling that will be the easiest of all the things I have planned.

So far, this has been the weirdest love and/or horror story I've ever heard in my life – and we aren't even done yet. After being brought back from the brink of death – twice if we're getting technical – I'm ready to tackle things I thought beyond my power, prepared to right wrongs trespassed by me and others that just can't stand anymore. I'm not even taking things to extreme, not really; even without the war I'm about to wage our hands would still be forced by my own foolish and failed act of vengeance.

'We're going after Maria, and when I'm finished ripping that bitch limb from limb I'm going to turn on those egotistical pricks in Volterra – mostly because I just really don't like them. Then I'm going to use all that venom to mark myself into a tool of war; when I tear my grandfather's still beating heart out of his chest I want him to know I achieved everything he ever wanted before he dies.'

'Amory, no matter what comes next, we're in it together.'

'Where do we start? I'll kill them all for you.'

The two voices become one, running over each other, and I know both of them speak true. I feel myself start to float up again and know I'm close to waking from a two day nap; that means being with Jasper again, being home again, so I want to hurry and wake the fuck up despite the pleasantness of sharing a strange dream with him.

'I love you Trouble. I'll see you soon.'

'I love you too Kitten.'

With him at my side, I'll face eternity a thousand times over without fear; I'll deal death to our enemies in a swift conflagration of reprisal with a smile on my face.

I'm finally free from being caught in the undertow at the back end of forever, and now I stand at the start from the end ready for a rise and reform – not only for myself, but the world around me. There will be death, a torrential flood of it, but at the end of it all there will be peace. Or at least, as close to peace as a foul-mouthed fuck up of a hunter can facilitate.

Quite frankly, peace can go fuck itself as long as I get laid, soon.

Like when I wake up soon.

My eyelids flutter open and in the dim light of an overcast dawn I can just make out Jasper's features through sleep glazed vision; his gaze flicks from my lips to my eyes, and it's a look that's just like the color of them –burnt sugar, sweet with a dark edge. His scent surrounds me, woodsy and masculine, and I bury my face in his neck.

"You…I..." His voice is low and husky as he struggles for words; I place a hard kiss against his throat, sleep drunk and fearless.

"I know; it's good to see you too. Things are back to being the normal kind of crazy, right?" It's a rhetorical question and as he smiles I look around my room, taking a moment to appreciate being back at home; when I stretch out next to him and his hand ducks under the thin shirt I'm wearing to the inked skin beneath. The cool sensation makes me shiver in anticipation; I know exactly what's to come next. We're in my bed, and there's no one around to hear us within these walls. I fire up my marks for the first time since my newest ink and I feel almost limitless; my body thrums with energy, burns as hotly as the sun, and I don't seem to tire in the least. Which is good; my blood shouldn't be a problem at all now, and I don't intend on being done here anytime soon. There's a new burn, though, something circling my head and dotting my face.

"So, what do I look like?"

"Beautiful," he breathes without missing a beat. I feel the truth behind his words, feel his adoration, and curl back up against him as a blush lights my face.

"Will I feel everything you feel now?"

He nods, chin tapping the top of my head, then dips his head so when he speaks again his cool breath hits the shell of my ear, "I missed you so much, Rory."

'Show me, Jazz; I want to feel it.'

There's a brief pause before he pulls me flush against him. I squirm excitedly against his stony frame; his hard presses against my thigh and he groans before planting a rough kiss on my lips. When I'm left thoroughly breathless, he pulls away.

"Do you want –"

"I want you to shut the fuck up," I assert seriously, climbing ever-so-gracefully on top of him – screw knowing what my face looks like now; it seems to be doing it for him. He grinds his hips lightly against mine and I look down at him with a lust filled smirk.

"That's more like it, Trouble."

He slams me with the intensity of his lust; to my chagrin, he has me bucking my hips wildly against his as I arch my back. Honey eyes watch me intently as my body writhes against his, looking more than pleased at my response. The rumble of a low growl just adds to the sinful indulgence; I grab his hand and dance my tongue against his cool palm.

He inhales sharply; the sound sets a smirk on my face and he tries to speak, "I-"

I hush him while running my hands up his sides under the long sleeved shirt he's wearing. My breath is erratic and my heart pounds in my chest as I feel the rough texture the scars left on his torso – it stops all lucid thought.

He wraps an arm around my waist as I bend down and capture him in a savage kiss; I want him to know just how badly I need him.

So maybe sleeping with him isn't exactly a punch in the face; fuck it.

When I grab the hem of his shirt he leans upwards and I toss it to a shadowed corner of the room. Underneath is marble and muscle and marred flesh – perfectly imperfect to the point of madness. My wild thoughts just fuel his as I reach impatiently for the buckle of his stupid fucking belt.

Instantly I'm on my back on the soft surface of my bed and the wooden frame creaks underneath us in protest.

"You're going to break the bed."

"We're going to break the bed; I'll get you a new one," he murmurs against my skin before kissing me just below the ear, at the point of one of my red marks. The sensation has me biting my lip in response, strangling a needy whimper.

"You are such a tease," I gasp which causes him to grin – wickedly – in response.

He slips the shirt I have on over my head and fuck does his desire for me spike ten-fold when I'm under him half naked and begging.

"Jazz, please, I can't wait anymore –" My voice dissolves into a cry of pleasure as his hand slides under the cotton shorts I'm wearing to run his chill fingers between my slick, heated thighs.

The way he growls deeply as his fingers lightly trace my sex has my mind going wild, and while there are a score of things I want to do with him, to him, right now my body demands his touch.

Sensing this, he thrusts two fingers into my wet heat, smirking and satisfied at my surprised mewl of gratification. I can't believe this is finally happening. I can't control the moans coming out of my mouth. I have no power over my own body; I'll more than willingly give control over to him if he continues this divine torture. Suddenly remembering I have hands, I try to both work the last shred of clothing I have on past my hips and slip my left hand under the waistband of his pants.

He moves with preternatural speed, and in an instant there are no barriers between us. He smiles roguishly down at me as he continues where he left off – I arch my back and see stars as he covers my mouth with his, eagerly swallowing the noises his ministrations coax from my lips.

I reach between us and stroke lightly at his stiff, silky length – the sudden surge of lasciviousness it sends through him I can feel as clearly as day, and the effect of it has me nearly climaxing; he's barely even touched me yet and I'm already a quivering mess beneath him. He knows how close I am, the bastard, and removes his fingers from me. With a wolfish grin – I like this sexy mischievous side of him – he brings his digits to that stupidly perfect mouth and his tongue darts out to lick my taste off them.

Oh, he's awful. He's the devil himself…and I fucking love it.

Being able to use all my marks at once means that Jasper and I are on even playing ground; I'm as strong as a newborn, and it takes barely any effort to flip us over again. I'm straddling his hips, tracing my fingers over the scars littering his torso. I follow my fingers with my mouth; over each crescent shape I place a kiss or run my tongue over his silvery flesh – either way earns me a groan or sigh from my mate, who's getting more wild-eyed and eager by the second.

I shift my position ever so slightly, trying to get a better angle on his neck – but then I feel his shaft slide over my more than sensitive slit and it's all over, no more waiting…fuck, I had so much planned.

He props himself up on one hand, the other he uses to pin me against his hips as he buries his hardness inside of me. I feel complete, almost full to bursting as I undulate my body in response, purring in pleasure. Each thrust into me set's my mind and body aflame in lust, and he adds the sensation of his adept mouth worshiping the marks across my chest; to torment me farther he rakes his venom-wet tongue over the peaks of my small breasts and nips softly at my nipples. The chill feels more than exquisite against my scorching flesh.

'You're loud, Kitten…but I want to make you scream.'

I nod in delirium and make no protest when he lays me underneath him and enters me once again; I wrap my legs tightly around him and throw my head back as I cry out in wanton desire. When his lips hit my throat again, I can't control the feral thoughts running through my mind as I claw at his back.

'Bite me, mark me; please Jazz, ple-'

He stills over me staring through half-lidded lust glazed eyes and unkempt hair, and while I know he's unsure of my request, I also know he's going to honor it – I want it too damn badly for him to say no. All of my marks go dormant as I expose the scent of my blood again. With a husky snarl he drives his teeth through the skin at the base of my neck.

Fire spreads through me, courtesy of not only the venom but the sheer danger of the act; his thoughts are an incoherent mess as soon as the coppery fluid fills his mouth. My heart beats viciously in my chest as he laps up the flood of red pouring from the fresh wound and continues pumping into me. It's too much; it puts me into a state of euphoria that has me losing all sense. As soon as he pulls his fangs out of my neck the wound closes and I send my marks into overdrive as I flick my hips savagely against his.

"Jazz, I-I'm gonna – oh fuck!" He picks up the pace as soon as I open my mouth, and he really does have me screaming now. He's too good, this is too good…

My back arches when I feel myself tighten around his length; I close my eyes tightly to try to stop the stars dancing around my vision, but Jasper places a searing kiss on my parted lips.

'Open your eyes; I want to see you Amory.'

I comply instantly, eyes fluttering open to meet those pools made of burnt sugar and sunshine. My orgasm seems to last for minutes before his pace finally hit's a fever pitch and he looks down at me with sheer adoration written in his expression; he comes yelling my name as a raspy prayer. The final few shallow thrusts send me over the edge once again.

When we're finally still, I lay under him a panting, sweaty mess.

"Fuck me," he chuckles at my overly exhausted tone and presses a chaste kiss to my forehead – even after just having sex the small act has my cheeks flushing.

"Again already? Gladly," he nuzzles against my neck before licking lightly at the fresh scar adorning my neck. "You taste better than I ever imagined, Rory." God, I hope he keeps saying stuff this sexy for forever.

"You owe me a new bed," I say, flipping him onto his back with a giggle, "maybe something made of steel?" No, seriously – the bedframe is fucked.

"I love you," he smiles at me, leaning up for another kiss. I almost let my lips touch his, feel the faintest hint of cool air against my mouth, but then I pull back with a pleased smirk.

"I love you…but I'm about to make you beg for me."

Oh, by the time I'm done with him he begs alright – we stay a tangled mess of limbs and minds for hours, conveying the depth and intimacy of our love with our bodies. And goddamn is everything we had to go through to get here worth it. I'll worry about that face tattoo and everything that comes with immortality later. Right now, I'm exactly where I want to be, exactly where I belong.

In the arms of the man I love; the start from the end.

No regrets
I embrace your defects
To confess:
You are my every wish
I admit that I will never feel alone
Once I call you home

Oh, maybe it's not now or later
'Till you save the best for last
I want to be everything you need

(P.S.: So, more of this, less of this? Too far, not far enough? Let me know or I'll most likely just be doing fade-outs; it takes me forever to write this kind of stuff. Song lyrics belong to Coheed and Cambria (yeah, again) 2's my Favorite 1. Thanks guys, see you at The Start from the End!)