Chapter 1: My Fate is Calling
I watched the lights on the shore opposite of me slowly fade into darkness as the mortals found peace of mind in their dreams. This is the one characteristic that I was jealouse of. Oh what I wouldn't give to escape my dark life for a few minutes of solitary peace where I may just have a chance of escaping this awful eternal cycle that was supposed Nirvana. This is the nightmare that I call a life.
My name is Jasper Hale, and im a vampire.
I joined this secluded world in the civil war days of America. I was Honest, Noble, A gentleman, And just down right decent. No matter how well rounded I thought I was the bottom line was that I was weak in vampire eyes. Now don't start thinking of me as the self blaming vampire because I sure as hell blame some one. I blame life. I am part of the horror stricken minority that is and always will be the blood drinking vampire. Foe those of you that feel that there is absolutley nothing wrong with being a vampire and actually dream of becoming one, read the fine print before you sell your soul and mortality. You must face the lonliness of time as everything rushes past you at alarming rates you could only try to grasp it as it slips like a fog through your bare hands. Watching your love ones fly by you while you struggle, plead, hold onto and beg for their presence when all you can do is cry broken, soundless, sobs in desperation. The worst is being tempted to give into your thirst. The internal struggle between you and the beast within you where you fight to keep your head held above the fresh wave of thurst and longing.
Yet there is one person who saves my sanity and keeps my haed above the flood. Her name is Alice Marie Cullen, my true love. She is my one and only reason for living in my dark shadowed world. Edward calls Bella his heroine.
Alice is my own meth combination.
Now I found myself sitting on the shoreline listening to waves that echoed like cannon fire that seemed to call for me from a different life. The salty smell of the sea caressed my senses as a breeze blew in from the north.
Blood, hatride, gunfire, death
My eyes flew open in shock as memories of my past invaded my mind.
Crying, screams, roaring voices, metalic keening
My head fell into my hands as non-existing tears stung at my eyes.
"God please just let this pain stop" I moaned
I felt cool hands wrap around my waist and my head layed on someones lap.
"Jazz love whats the matter?!" Alice's voice said, worry was etched in every word
"Their coming back Ali, my memories. . . . . . . . The pain. . . . . . . . . . . The suffering" I shuddered
"shh love" She stroked my hair, "Shh Im here now. We got through these before, we'll do it again. I'll be here for you, always have, always will"
"Thanks Ali"
I pulled her into my arms.
"I love you, you know that right?" She whispered
"Of course my silly pshycic! And I you"
I pulled her chin up slowly and kissed her deeply. I savored her sweet taste and inhaled it. I hugged her close and breathed in her wonderful scent.
Suddenly I felt Alice go ridged. I stared at her eyes and saw them out of focus, fixed on a specific point in the near future.
"Alice! What do you see?!" My voice frantic with worry
I saw a tear roll down her perfect porcelian cheek.
"ALICE!!!" I grabbed her face with both hands and forced her to look me in the eyes.
"Alice!? What did you see?! You there hon? Alice?"
Her breathing was ragged as she said these last few words:
"Your visions. . . . Their killing you"
At that precise moment my head exploded with pain. I felt the ties to my physical body ebbing away as my emotional body was being torn in two. The unrealistic torture sent pains with the force of wildfires through out my mind. I felt reality fading away as I fell into a pitch black abyss.
To Be Continued. . . . .
