Jasper And Esme: A Tale Of A Psycho And His Mother

by TheRealJacobImprint

Okay so not everyone can be perfect. But think of the last Cullen you would expect to be running amuck in red capes and swords. That's right; you guessed it- Jasper Hale, himself.

1. The Hardware Store

Hey, guys. Sorry, my longer story Temptation is a total mind blank atm so me and a friend wrote this during English. as you do. oh and there is a little comic that goes along with it. post it soon. This is a one-shot only :)

disclaimer: the only thing i own is jasper's red cape xD

ESPOV

(Esme is standing in the Forks Hardware Store)

I stared up at the tall shelf, hoping there was a colour here that would match the living room wall.

'Hmmmm...' I mused and reached out for a creme coloured tin.

'Esme?' A voice interrupted. I turned to find myself face to face with Jasper. Strange, he should be hunting with his brothers today.

'Oh hey, Jazz' I replied casually, trying to inch away from the paint cans. Vampires plus any permanent staining liquid equals Not Good.

He seemed just as surprised as I was.

'What are you doing here, Mom?' He asked suspiciously and I raised an eyebrow. Strange, strange boy.

'Picking up some paint.' He looked relieved, which only made me more nervous.

'Why, though?' Gosh, was it so illegal for me to get out of the house once in a while? Apparently so.

'Emmett and Rose,' I sighed. The answer was simple enough.

'Oh.' Jasper replied. We both shuddered at the thought of the two and how exactly they did manage to ruin my walls.

And then it struck me, yet again.

'Ah, so why are you here, Jasper?' It was all very odd. And to say he overreacted was an understatement.

'NOTHINGGG!' he screamed suddenly. 'NOOOO!! BACK OFF, WOMAN!'

Oh...

I sighed.

'Just be home by six.' As I retreated to the registers, his mumbling grew louder.

As I made it to the young check out boy, loud screaming and laughter echoed from outside.

'What the-?' The boy exclaimed and we turned just in time to see Jasper, red caped, whizzing a trolley a hundred miles an hour past the main window.

I exhaled slowly.

The boy turned back to me, shocked.

'Is that your son, miss?'

'Yes,' I replied, reluctantly.

'And this has happened before?'

I turned to see Jasper, pressed up against the glass, police putting handcuffs around his wrists. He was screaming something along the lines of; 'YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!'

I shook my head, turning back to the youngen. 'You have no idea.'