A/N: Wow, when I put this up, I didn't think that I'd get any reviews, but now I have people asking me for updates! So I'll comply, 'cause you're comments make me really happy and feel wanted (which I have to admit is a nice change). So let me disclaim and on with the show... Oh, and is it just me or do vampire eyes look like the shinigami eyes in Death Note?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Twilight or any of its characters, this is a bad thing seen as I really want Jasper. Yeah, my friends think I'm mad too. Oh well, they didn't kill Jacob so ha!
1: Changes
Waking up from the transformation, noticing the way the light bounces off of every surface through my new eyes. My new, blood-red vampire eyes. I started to move my hands, splaying out, trying to grip onto something to help propel me up into sitting.
"Hey, Bella's waking up! The one moment Edward's not here and she wakes up. Typical." A voice with now even more glorified tones stated. I started to process this, figuring out who was speaking and what they were trying to say, but it wasn't needed – my powerful supercomputer of a brain had already done the task.
"J-Jasper? Where's Edward? Did he have to go hunting?" I feebly asked, my voice giving away my confusion and disappointment. This was all new. Everything. The way the light subtly shimmers as it reaches out to touch an obstacle. The way my senses were heightened. I could smell everything. And by everything, boy did I mean everything. I could smell the room, everything in the room, everything in the house, everything in the town, everything in La Push too. Even the beach. Hang on, what on earth is that? That grotesque, earthy, musky, werewolf stench. Wait, werewolf? Is that Jacob? My thoughts were cut of for a moment when Jasper's magnificent voice sounded to me from across the room.
"Bella, I know you're confused and this is really disorientating and new, but give it ten minutes and you'll be on your first hunt. And yeah, I know Ed was supposed to take you on your first one, but unfortunately Edward isn't here at the moment, much to his disappointment, he has some other, more urgent matters to attend to." He whispered softly.
"You do know you're starting to worry me. By the way this sounds, either the wolves are descending upon us or" I cringed to myself "the Volturi are out for our blood. I mean venom. Out for our venom!" I exclaimed, looking nervously around the familiar room, categorizing my surroundings as I turned, so I would have some future reference. That is, until I noticed him.
Jasper.
His gazing liquid gold eyes. Shortish wavy blond hair that flicked around his sharp features. And then there was his vast collection of scars from his time in the south when he trained newborn vampires. They covered most of his porcelain skin, the crescent shaped bites that stood raised. One should say that the effect should have been terrifying, but said one could also say that the scars could also give him a rugged and wild edge that was quite, to be honest, hot. Bella! You're a married vampire! And he's your brother-in-law! Why are you thinking that way?! I internally screamed to myself, irritated.
"Bella, I hope I haven't done anything to irritate you already." Jasper spoke softly, breaking my reverie. I should've guessed he would sense my irritation. I slowly shook my head. I was more irritated by myself for Edward.
Finding a suitable surface, I finally hoisted myself up, ever so slightly crumbling the edge of the bed I had laid upon for my changing from weak, fragile human to strong, tough vampire. As soon as I stood up, I realised I should have looked where I was going. Why, I hear you ask, because I catapulted myself straight into him by accident. How? Well, at the same time as I tried to get up, he had walked up to me and extended his hands to help me up and I, being to oblivious fool I can be at times, didn't notice. So I literally got up and went crashing down again, taking him with me as I went crashing to the ground sideways. Strangely enough, during this time, he had managed to twist us around in the air so that we landed with him above me, holding me up be my lower back, our legs entwined and his right arm pushing against the floor, keeping me raised so I didn't touch the ground. I squeaked quietly. And he looked up into my eyes.
For a split second I felt a wave of emotion pass over us. It wasn't anything bad, but it wasn't entirely appropriate either. It was, however, want, no, more like need. It was so obviously lust. The millisecond I realised, Jasper pulled me to my feet and sprinted out of the room faster than the speed of sound. Just then, Alice rounded the corner and stepped into the pale oyster-coloured room.