My first Jasper/Alice story! So exciting!
It took me forever to come up with a plot I liked for this story, so I hope I can pull it off and you will enjoy it. As always, please review and tell me what you think - it would be greatly appreciated. :]
Deadline
Summary: Alice has a vision and becomes convinced that she's going to be killed soon, no matter what.
Jasper and the family are determined to stop it from happening at all costs. But as her deadline edges nearer, things take an unexpected turn for the worst.
.:Preface:.
Rain pelted his body like bullets, changing into the illusion of tears running down his cheeks — an illusion that he felt every bit was real. He stood at the crossroads, burning with purpose, with strength, but also with hopelessness. He tried not to let the panic consume him. As a trained soldier, it was something he excelled at — usually.
Jasper glanced at the watch on his pale wrist. Six hours.
There was no time to spare. Yet, here he was, stuck in a downpour at a fork in the road, lost. The Porsche's engine hummed behind him, its headlights bright and strong as they illuminated Jasper's stiff figure. Jasper didn't know why he had gotten out of the car, why he was frozen in the middle of a deserted highway onramp, why he wasn't speeding down the highway in either direction already. His frustration only grew when he had checked the time, and he couldn't help but remember the promise he had made Alice, the promise to protect her. He'd sworn it on his life. It had been easy, for there was nothing he wouldn't be willing to sacrifice to keep her safe, nothing he wouldn't hesitate to do.
Now, racing against the rising sun, Jasper felt angry at himself for going against his word. And it hurt him to know that there was something he would hesitate before doing. It wasn't enough to stop him if he had to, but it was enough to slow him down, because either way, it would kill her.
Frowning deeper, Jasper clenched his fists as he looked back and forth between onramps, wanting desperately to hit something, or scream, or sob, or all of the above. This feeling of hopelessness was drowning him more than the ruthless weather. He never imagined it would come down to this, to a fight against him. He loved her, too, after all. And he was going to kill her if Jasper didn't get moving.
Jasper knew he didn't have the luxury to stand there, but neither did he have it to guess which direction they went. It was a fifty percent chance, and if he went the wrong way...it was over.