Title: The Real Truth Behind the Empath And The Psyshic
Author: Stephycats7785
Rating: T for language and violence in later chapters!
Pairing: Alice/Jasper
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from Twilight!
Summary: What if Alice had been one of the vampires with Maria when Jasper was turned? How would this affect their relationship? What happens when true love must face obsession and possessiveness?
The moon shone high above in the sky and cast and eerie glow the surrounding area. The only sound being the thump of my trusty horse General's hooves as they met the dry dusty earth underneath us. The wind brushing against my skin as we raced forward searching for any stragglers who had been left behind during the evacuation of a small colony filled with women and children. My orders were to report back to Gavelstone and once there I would be given new orders.
I was hoping that maybe I would get to see some real action and fighting after this. It is why I joined up the ranks of the Confederate army in the first place. I had wanted to get away from home and out in to the world around me. This had been my one chance to do so. It had been my one shot to prove to my father that I was indeed a man and no longer a boy. I knew that I could make my family proud if I was given the oppurtunity.
Three shadowy figures caught my attention in the distance. Scouts for the North maybe? Stragglers who had no made it out of the last colony in time to leave with the others? Wounded soldiers needing aid? I dug my heels in to General's side in order to make him speed up. As I got closer I could see the shadowy figures had been women. They must be stragglers who would need my aid. Not that I would mind helping three beautiful woman. Females seemed to love a man in uniform.
As I reached the three woman, I climbed down off of General and took my hat off so I could bow politely in front of them. I had been raised to be a gentleman and always show respect for woman. Even if they were giving off a an air of danger. I had to fight against my urge to run and remain in my current position. After all they were only women and I was a trained soldier. Nothing they could do would be much of a threat to me.
"Do you ladies need assistance?" The words rolled off my tongue with my trademark Southern drawl. Out of all the men in my platoon, my accent was known as the most prominent.
I had made sure to keep my voice calm and relaxed. No need to alarm the three beautiful woman in front of me. All my life I had members of my friends and family telling me that I a way of calming down almost any atmosphere of emotion. They often joked I must have the ability to change the emotions of those near me. I had to admit that my way with people had come to my advantage more than once.
"Lovely and an officer." Those words had been spoken by the smallest woman on the right. I could tell she had not been addressing me. Her accent had me guessing she may be from Mississippi or somewhere close to there.
She had amost luminescent milky white skin and brilliant red eyes. Eyes the color of blood and while I knew it not to be normal, I couldn't help but stare in to the depth of her eyes. They were big and bright despite the rest of her tiny facial features. Every single thing about her was tiny. Her hieght matched that of my younger sister who was on eight years old. She had a tiny perfect nose placed in the center of her face. Tiny mouth which at this moment was curled upwards in to a half smile as she let her eyes roam over my figure.
Her hair was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was cut shorter than a lot of mens hair and it was sticking out at all angles. The color was an inky black and even though it was one of the strangest styles I had ever seen, it seemed to suite her. Try as I may, I could not picture her with long hair. I honestly do not think it would look good on her. Yet at the same time I was sure she'd be beautiful even if she happened to be bald.
Her outfit consisted of a long flowing skirt and a white shirt which fell off of her shoulders and cut off below her breasts so it showed off her fit stomach. In that moment she reminded me of a gypsy my mother had told me stories about. Bracelets and beaded necklaces adorned her neck and wrists. She must not be from around here since she, out of the three women, seemed to be the one which did not fit with the other two when it came to her appearance.
The woman of the far left was the next to speak. "You better do it Maria. I can never stop once I've started."
This woman had red eyes like the first, but that is the only thing they had in common. She had a darker tanned skin and long wavy brown hair which had been pinned up on the top of her head in a lazy bun. She wore a long flowing brown skirt and her top was a white sleeveless blouse whch she ahd covered with a white shawl in order to cover her almost bare shoulders.
The third woman stood in between the other two. She also had red eyes, but hers seemed to be a shade or two darker than the first and yet a shade lighter than the second. Her black hair was wavy in a way that matched the second woman. Unlike the second woman, she let her hair fall down around her shoulders and it framed her tanned skin. I could tell right away she was of Spanish heritage. Most likely Mexican.
She wore a white corset which hugged her perfect figure and meshed well with her skin tone. Her skirt was white as well and brushed against her ankles. She wore large silver hoop earrings and a necklace that I could not quite make out because of the dark. I noticed that none of them happened to be wearing shoes and it made me think wherever they'd come from, they must've left in a hurry.
I could see that she must be the leader of the trio. She stood with a confidence the others seemed to be lacking. Her eyes had never left my face as she stepped towards me. I could feel the urge to run creeping up my spine once again. The closer she got to me and the more intense the urge became. I had to keep reminding myself I had nothing to be scared of. My grip on General tightened when he tried to back away.
"What's your name soldier?" The woman in the middle asked as she came to stand about three inches away from me. Her red eyes darkening slightly the closer she got.
My reply was instant and somehow I had managed to keep my tone calm even though I did not feel that way in this moment. "Major Jasper Whitlock Ma'am."
From the corner of my eye I could see the woman with short hair smile when I said the word ma'am. Her head tilted as she continued to gaze at me. I fet and unexplainable pull in her direction and yet I forced myself to concentrate on the woman standing in front of me. It would be rude to turn my attention elsewhere.
"I hope you survive. You could be of great use to me." I never had time to contemplate the woman in the middles words since she took the few steps needed to reach me and stretched her arm out to tilt my head to the side.
At first I thought she may be trying to kiss me. Yet her words did not indicate that. The way she had spoken made me think I should be worried about my safety and still I could not make myself run. Curiousity had me locked in my current location. When her lips brushed against my throat I tensed and then a horrible stinging sensation, very similiar to a bee sting, peirced my throat only to be replaced seconds later with a terrible burn.
I could feel my legs falling out from under me as my hold on General fell and I heard him speed off. I braced myself for an impact that never came. Instead of falling to the ground, I felt something freezing cold and hard as stone wrap around my waist before sweeping my legs up and around. I forced my eyes open for a few seconds only to find myself looking up in to the red eyes of the gyspy woman. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and a small amount of regret.
"The burning will be gone soon." She promised as she started carrying to god knows where. How could someone so small have the strength to not only lift up my body wieght, but to carry me as well? "I'll look after you Major Jasper Whitlock. You can trust me."
TBC...
AN: I know I should not have started another story, but I was in the mood to write something Alice/Jasper and the idea my father gave me could not be ignored. He challenged me to write a story where Alice was one of the woman with Maria the night Jasper was turned. I thought it could be very interesting to write and so I had to write it lol. I am not sure how long it will be. I would say around ten chapters or so, but my stories always end up being longer than I first intended lol. I do hope that you all like this chapter! I will warn you that Alice's character may be a little different since I had to change her past a bit to fit with the story. I'll try to keep her personality basically the same.
In the next chapter Jasper wakes up to his life as a vampire and Alice explains what is going on and why he was turned. There will also be a hunting scene with the two of them, but I have not decided if it will be in this next chapter or the one after that. I do not have a beta reader so I am sorry about any mistakes you may find.
Please R&R like always!