Perfect Gentleman

Summary: Too bad not all vampires were raised as perfect gentlemen like Jasper Whitlock-Hale was.


Jasper Whitlock-Hale went out hunting by himself one day. He didn't want to be around any of them, all fawning over Renesmee, and for what? She wasn't a baby anymore. Even Jacob was obsessed. Jasper used to respect Jacob, how strong he was and how he spoke his mind. Now he held it all in and just focused on the kid.

Jasper shook his head and climbed over a fallen tree. After a while of running, he heard something. He had heard the sound before. He ran, cautiously, to where the sound came from. Crying. Tears. Leah's crying and tears.

He didn't know Leah Clearwater very well, and he didn't know much about her. She had phased to a werewolf the day her father had died of a heart attack. The only lover she had ever had fell deeply in love, a.k.a. imprinted, with her best friend. She was angry all the time, but he knew that she was just sad.

He searched for her until he finally found her underneath a fallen tree. She was curled up and naked, her back to him. He raised his hand to behind his head awkwardly as he tried to look anywhere but her backside.

She must have finally realized he was there, because she turned to look at him, and when she did, he gasped. Blood covered her face. She rolled out from under the tree and stood in front of him completely naked. Blood covered her whole front, dripping over her breasts and down her torso, hips, thighs. Large black and blue bruises covered many parts of her, barely visible from the blood dripping down her.

He looked back up at her face and shook his head. He wanted to cry. His whole heart, or whatever he did have, went out to her completely. He couldn't speak, so she spoke first.

She gave him a very sad, feeble attempt at a smile and whispered hoarsely, "Wanna know a secret, Jasper Whitlock-Hale?" She whimpered. He nodded slowly. She walked towards him slowly. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned up to his ear. She let out another whimper, and he winced.

"I imprinted on a vampire, and the moment I did, I was raped by him."

She pulled away and cried. He grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug. She cried until she was screaming. He ran his fingers through her bloody hair, wishing he could cry, too.

Too bad not all vampires were raised as perfect gentlemen like Jasper Whitlock-Hale was.


A/N: Pretty pointless, but I've had this idea for a while now. Tell me what you think. I do not own Leah or Jasper. I don't own anything having to do with the Twilight series.