August 21, 2010
It’s taken a few days, but Bella is finally beginning to relax. We had to ask Jacob to keep a constant patrol around Chief Swan’s house, at least until we know more, and obviously I’m keeping a close watch on Charlie’s future, but the girl is still worried. Not that I don’t understand – Charlie is just a fragile human after all – but really, she could have a little more faith in us! After all, we did manage to keep her alive, and that’s no mean feat with the luck she has.
Edward once shared his theory about Bella’s luck with me. He pictured a reckless angel who formed Bella particularly to enthrall Edward, and then pushed Bella into harm’s way with a laugh – so that Edward would find it necessary to guard Bella, and then fall in love with her. I’m not sure about his angel theory, but there is something about Bella; trouble finds her even now, when she’s a strong, indestructible immortal. I can’t begrudge her the constant drama, even though she’s the center of attention so much of the time – I know she hates it, and besides, I’ve loved her as my sister ever since her face first popped up in my mind.
So I did my best to soothe Bella and keep an eye on Charlie, and within a few days things started to go back to normal. Unfortunately I still have no explanation for that vision, but sometimes no news is the best news – if something bad was coming, I’d surely have seen it by now. With that in mind, Bella and Edward went back to their normal routine, and I was able to go back to mine. Which was good, because for the last week or so I’d been glimpsing familiar images in Jasper’s future, and I didn’t want to feel guilty about leaving the house when he finally invited me out to dinner.
I know, that sounds silly from a vampire, but it would be very noticeable and seem very strange if the Cullens were never seen eating in public, so from time to time a few of us would make sure to be seen at the grocery store stocking up … or, as I soon would be, sitting in the diner, pushing food around on the heavy ceramic plates.
You see, every so often Jazz gets a bit sentimental, and starts reminiscing about the day we met. He’s often told me how lonely and conflicted he was before that day, and what it felt like to see my face for the very first time. I, on the other hand, had been seeing him in my visions for what had felt like forever before he finally showed up – but he was worth the wait. We’d met in a diner on a rainy, dark day, and so once every few years Jasper liked to ask me out to dinner at the Forks diner. I’d go early and sit at the counter to wait for him. He’d give me a head start and run through the rain (something we can always count on here in Forks) until he got to the town, then he’d walk into the diner … and then we would look at each other as though we had never met, and let our minds run through that first day.
Rosalie has often asked me why I have never re-married Jasper, and made our love “official” again, as she puts it. But unlike her, I have no memories of being human, and weddings have no real appeal for me. Jazz and I were created for one another and will be together for all of eternity; what could top that? Certainly not a minister and a poofy white dress, though I always did have fun planning Rose’s frequent weddings to Emmett.
No, marriage is not important to me. Jasper is all, is everything to me, and to re-create our first meeting is to float on a cloud of sheer joy.
Oh – looks like he’s made up his mind! I’d better go pick out an outfit.