Disclaimer: I don't own anyone that you recognize so please don't sue. I watched Twilight last night and fell into lust with Jasper. So, that led to this.
When he dreamed, he dreamed of blood.
Of the taste, of the smell, of the feel of human death. He could see it in his mind: the thrill of the hunt and how he would find the perfect victim. Jasper knew his victim's blood would taste of nectar and quench the ache in his throat, how the sound of their heartbeat would be racing in his ears until it began to slow. Until it completely stopped and how he would feast until they were dry.
Edward smacked his foot and he automatically hissed before catching himself. It was both a hindrance and a blessing to live with a mind reader. He wasn't sure which it was right now.
Jasper's breath caught (such a human action!) for a moment as he pushed himself off the couch. "Thanks," he murmured, though he didn't truly mean it.
Edward smirked.
Yes, it was annoying to live with a mind reader.
Edward's smirk turned into a genuine smile. "Thanks," he murmured, echoing Jasper's earlier comment.
Alice danced into the room, graceful as ever. "You should go hunting, Jasper." She flitted up to him, eyes a little wild, and a frown of concentration on her face.
Edward shot her a look. "I don't want you in my head right now," she commented. "Later, maybe. After I talk to Jasper."
Edward nodded, leaving them silently.
Alice molded herself to him and the comfort Jasper felt was still a shock even after all these years.
"You're not going to fall," she said near-silently. "I can see it."
"Only because I haven't decided to yet. That's the reason you can't see it."
She cupped his face, smiling up at him. "I wish you could see yourself the way I do," she said quietly. "Wish you had my faith."
She pulled him out of the room, trying to fill his hours so the blood-lust wouldn't consume him. Jasper appreciated the gesture.
Edward's eyes studied both of them as they came into the great room. "As do I," he murmured from the piano.
When Jasper dreamed, he did so of death. Of falling from grace and disappointing his family. But he wouldn't, couldn't, leave them because they were the ones who kept him sane in the end.