A Witch Thing

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She breathed in deeply, breathing out with a long breath. But she quickly pulled away when she realized a small detail, "Wait, I'm sorry. I forgot the whole scent thing." He tilted his head curiously, "What do you mean?"

Elizabet spoke, confusion lacing her tone, "Witch's blood potency?"

He nodded, "Oh, I guess I'm some sort of exception. You're blood doesn't drive me crazy." She smiled, "Then I can hug you."

She wrapped her arms around him once again, truly calming in his embrace. Her fingertips wrapped in his soft hair, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the calm of the hug. Jasper took an unnecessary breath in and held her a little tighter to him.

She smiled, unknowing of the smile spreading across Jasper's lips, as well. When they finally pulled away, they were closer than they thought they'd be. Her eyes moved from his lips, then back to his golden eyes. "Can I try something," he asked, his own eyes doing the same to her.

She nodded, though the movement was so small, had he not been a vampire, he would have missed it. He leaned in slowly and her breath seemed to still. When his lips pressed against her own, she welcomed them immediately. She kissed him back, her arms tightening around him once again as she pulled him closer.

After a moment, they pull away, Elizabet catching her breath to sort out her now jumbled thoughts. Jasper let go of that breath he'd been holding and began to move his lips to form words, but nothing came out.

She kissed him again, eager to feel him once again. She hadn't known she'd needed this, but something inside of her seemed to have been brought to light. They pulled apart once again, going no further than their foreheads barely touching.

She spoke after a long moment of silence, "Where do we go from here?" Jasper shook his head as he sorted through his own thoughts, "I don't know. Wherever you want."

She smiled slightly and she mumbled a simple, "Far." It was his turn to smile as he responded in the form of another kiss. She didn't know where this need for Jasper had come from, she did know that it had been lying somewhere inside of her waiting. She didn't know how long.

As she moved a hand from him, it seemed strange to do, like it was the first time she'd ever been separated from him in any way. When she removed the other, she started to feel even more bare. Pulling away from him fully, she felt really strange, like she'd never not touched Jasper before.

It was as if he was a part of her, a part she so desperately needed, a part she never knew she had. She looked up into his golden eyes and sighed. She brought a hand to his cheek, getting a smile from him, as she told him truthfully, "You're so beautiful."

He kissed her softly, "You're beautiful." She smiled softly and looked to the side to think. When her eyes locked with his again, she asked quietly, "Far?"

He nodded, "Anything. As far as you want." She smiled at him.

~

Edward returned that night to the house, his expression grim. He announced that it was time for them to leave. "Why?" Elizabet asked, she'd just made this place her home and now it was time to leave it?

"The longer we stay, the more risk we put Bella at," he tried to explain. She didn't want to argue with him, so she didn't. The others tried to reason with him, but not many words were exchanged as they all decided that they leave.

Elizabet made her way upstairs when Carlisle regrettably told her to go pack. Cole decided to help, he was still there with Alice even after the incident. Alice stopped him and told him, "Cole...I think you should stay here. I can't tear you away from your life here, this is your home."

He shook his head and told her, "Alice, I can't just stay here while you leave."

Elizabet mumbled, "I'll let you two talk." Jasper followed her to her room where she was packing her things, rather angrily.

"Elizabet," he tried. She continued packing, moving clothes into a bag before heading to grab a separate bag for her magical items. He walked up behind her and stopped her movements, grabbing her arm gently. She turned around to face him and he told her, "Calm down. What's bothering you?"

She sighed and plopped on the bed, "Jazz, I just made this place my home. How am I supposed to leave it?" He nodded, understanding her problem and kneeling in front of her, "I get it, I do. The life you've led, moving from place to place constantly and then finally getting a chance at a steady home and it being taken from you."

She nodded and he grabbed her hands in his, "We wouldn't be gone forever. We can't stay here, but...maybe we could go somewhere else. Think of it as an extended vacation. We can go anywhere you want."

"I want to stay here," she told him stubbornly. He chuckled a little and said, "I know. But is there anywhere you'd want to go?"

She shrugged and thought. Her attention was pulled to an idea she had thought of a little while ago and bit her bottom lip. "There is something," she started.

"Where?" He asked, eager to find someplace to please her.