Here is my new story with Alice and Jasper I wanted to mix it up a bit. Review and tell me if I should continue or if you have any idea's on what you might want to see. Thanks! now go read and review!!!!3
Alice Brandon
"If you don't want to get taken cared of for silence then shut the hell up because your not doing anything except for pissing me off"
I woke up to the sound of harsh yelling outside my bedroom window. I hope those stupid Barbie Bratz weren't at my window tonight. To think because school was over they would stop pestering me with their nonsense about which boyfriend I should stay away from. Like I cared which boy they have branded their name on. I talk to who ever, where ever, and at anytime I dam well felt like. They should see to it as me doing them a favour of sorts, If I liked what I see I'll go for it no matter who called "dibs" first. Those Barbie Bratz should know that If I Alice Brandon take interest in any guy at our school they could have never worked out anyways. I'm saving them a heart break or two.
I had to get my still sleeping body out off my bed to shuffle toward my window. It's been a while since I had to tell them to stop complaining to me and tell their man to back off them selves, But I guess every one needs reminders.
My body tensed up at what I saw from my window I would have never in a million years thought that this view could ever come from a small town window in Forks Washington D.C.
They were two strong but very stiff angry looking groups just a couple of feet deep into the forest behind my house.
There was a women I think just two steps before her group. I wasn't quite sure if it was a girl or not because they were covered in head to toe in long thin black pants and a dark black hoodie. The only thing that gave a feminine appeal were the brown leather cowboy boots with a longer heel of that of a mans shoe.
On the other side was a tall man in ripped jeans and a nice gray jacket, he was the only one wearing a light colour to his attire. Through his black fitted hat shot strikingly blond hair strands that contrasted oddly yet perfectly in the dark surrounding.
The woman swiftly turned around to the people behind her and said quite sternly..... nothing, but the group seemed to have gotten the message because each and every one stopped moving and stopped talking. Once again the world outside my window was silent and I wouldn't even have known they were there if my eyes weren't every so softly checking back to see if the blond haired man had disappeared. There was something about him that made me feel that if I looked away for to long he would disintegrate into the tress.
The woman turned back to face the blond man and opened up her hands to him. He in turn took out his and turned them right side up and back down again. She smiled and reached behind her back to be given a small case from a brown haired woman behind her. She brought the case in front of her and walked up to the man. Two of his members took a step forward but he raised his hands to tell them to back down. They followed his orders and retreated a step but not into their original spots from before.
She reached for his hand and placed her other hand with the case into his right hand. With the other she brought her hand up and tucked a strand of his hair into his black hat sliding her hand down his face and into his jacket pocket. In return of her hand she dangled a pair of keys but before she could fully take them he smiled and pulled the case out of her hand and smacked her hands aways from his body keys and all.
The woman shook her head and laughed, a girlish laugh that confirmed she was a woman. She pulled her hand with out the key on to her chest slightly enclosed into her hoodie with her laughter.. Then so fast I could have missed it she pulled a slick dagger from her chest and shoved into the blond mans chest.
He didn't even flinch before the two people behind him pushed him back and launched at the girl. Soon the whole group was fighting making a racket. It wasn't long until I heard the small town cops coming along the long road up to these parts of the neighborhood closed in by trees.
The group started breaking up and running into a lot of different directions. I couldn't find the woman running away among the crowd.
I saw the blond man on the floor with the case at his feet, before I even knew it I was running down my stairs towards the living room to get outside into my backyard. I rushed and pushed open my fence door and skipped across the stones and wet earth in my socks to the man.
"Come on get into my house" I whispered to him not sure if he could even hear me.
He raised his head to look at me. He had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen they were dark blue and rich.
"Well what will it be than?" I asked him.
"Get the case" He told me in a rough but light voice.
I turned to get his case when I seen someone in the distance it looked like one of the people who jumped to his defense. She pulled down her hood to revel long golden locks shining from the breaking light. I'm surprised that I didn't see her before because she was breathtakingly beautiful.
The other man from the attack tugged on her arm, he had the oddest colour of hair.
"Sorry to interrupt but are you going to let me in?" I turned around to see him already up and at my back yard door.
I moved toward him but also glanced back to see the distance cleared.
I pushed past him into my living room. He tried to get a seat on my couch.
"Sorry but I'd rather like it if you kept your blood off my mother's white couch that I pushed her into buying" I said a little hurt by the words he had used before.
"But I'm hurt" He replied.
"You got your self to my door" I told him and walked up the steps into my room and left the door open. I put his case down on my desk table and walked into my wash room and closed the door. I took off my dirty socks and threw them into the hamper and pealed off my dirty holey sweat pants and threw them in also. I took a advanced first aid kit from my cabinet and walked back into my room.
He was sitting on my bed, shoes off and at my door. He was at least clean. He took no mind into me being in my underwear.
I threw the first aid kit on my bed and pulled a pair of shorts from my dresser and slipped them on. The cold floor felt good against my feet because of the hot house. The air conditioner broke a few days ago and my dad refuses to fix it since I some how broke it.
"Take your shirt off" I told him.
He complied.
"I shouldn't be here" he said.
"No shit" I replied avoiding his beautiful eyes.
His chest like his eyes were flawless, the scars didn't bother me at all I had my own to share.
I pured a little of alcohol into his wound it wasn't to deep but it wasn't shallow ether. I took the needle and thread out of the kit and small bottle of morphine and a needle. I took the morphine bottle from a hospital a while back. I was really surprised that it hadn't hit the heart, surly she was meant to kill him.
"Suck it up" I told him watching his eyes watch the needle and thread.
I filled the needle and poured a little into the wound then ejected the rest into and around his stab wound.
"Feels better already" He said.
"Not after a few hours"
"Oh, how lucky me" he said.
I waited a few minuets before sewing him up. He grabbed my upper arm and squeezed a little sending a tingle up my arm. When I was finished I sat up right on my bed and basked in my good work. I have gotten better at this.
"I wasn't kidding when I said I shouldn't be here" He told me.
"And I wasn't kidding when I said no shit," I sighed. In all truth I have no idea why he was here in my room and on my bed. "These things just sort of happen to me" I cleaned him up and wrapped him up.
"That must suck" He said almost concerned.
"What?"
"To have bad things follow you"
"I'm not so sure they are all bad" I said. Still keeping my eyes on his chest and away from his eyes.
"Ummm..." Was all he said.
We sat there in silence for awhile him lying on my bed with his hands behind his back, me sitting with my hands on my legs. I picked up a finger and traced along his scars. They were golden and stock out from the rest of his skin. He pulled away from my touch and moved away from me on the bed.
Quite surreal really.
"They creep you out" he stated.
"No not at all" I said and pulled my hand away to pull up the selves of my shirt on one arm, and the right side on my shirt.
He looked down and I new what he was seeing. Tiny scars littered up my arm and bigger ones up the side of my stomach turning into my back. I don't know why I showed him I just did.
"Self made" he said.
"Yea a few I don't know where some of the rest came from" I told him.
"Don't know?"
"Don't know"
"What about the police will they search?" He asked.
"The most searching they'll do it is put a warning up in the daily post" I answered.
"Small world"
"More like a village" I said.
He smiled a rough twinkle in his bad boy look. A look that I was sure was original.
"Why don't you look at me?" He asked.
So I looked. And I was disappointed. I wanted to see anything but what I saw. Anything but pure bliss and perfection. They were tiny scars here and there but liked I said that didn't matter at all to me. His dark blue eyes made him look mysterious and gorgeous with his beautiful blond hair.
"Because your beautiful" I said simply just stating the Fax's.
"Are you always this straight forward?"
"Always" I said.
"Good because I don't like lairs. Had enough of them" he said rubbing his head and hair.
"Why didn't you move when she stabbed you?" I asked.
"I knew it was coming" he responded like that was the most normal thing to say.
"Ah"
"What? You don't want a explanation?" he questioned.
"That was enough of an answer for me" I said.
"Your Suicidal" he replied.
"No just looking for new life" I said.
"Ah"
"No explanation?"
"Was good enough for me......" he said. "Why haven't you asked me to leave yet you did your citizens deed"
"I'm not a good citizen for helping the wrong side. If I was I would have ran outside and told the cops you were in here. I also didn't tell you to leave because if you wanted to leave you would have." I said sure of my self.
"And why do you say that" He smiled. I smiled back.
"Because I take it that your the kind of guy that does what ever they want to. If you wanted to leave you would have been gone by now"
"True," He laughed again. " You know I haven't laughed for a long time"
"You seemed pretty happy with her hand on your face" I said.
"Only because I knew she was about to make the biggest mistake of her life" her smiled a grim smile.
"And what was that?"
"Turning against me" he said and his eyes seemed to darken.
"Your a bad man" I said.
"Tell me to get out"
"Get out" I said.
"No" And then I smiled because I knew he really was a bad man, and I knew he really did mean it. I knew that if I told him to leave he wouldn't go, and I liked it. Maybe more than I should have. I don't even know him – but I do. I'm sure of it.
"Well I'm going to catch some sleep so if you would move over" I said talking off my sweater to sleep in my wife beater. I must have gotten more hot.
"Sure"
So I lied down on top of my covers with him and I knew I shouldn't be here with him, but I couldn't find the thought to care.
He touched my hair, my head at his shoulder's since I was fairly short. I basked in his cold heat and touched more of his scars. So in return his trailed the cuts on my arm.
"Why did you look at me like that outside?" he asked.
"Your eye's"
"My eye's?"
"They remind me of something so wrong in a place between love and hatred. Like your eyes are trying to decide which way to send you face. Into the peace of a light blue sky or the depth of a deep blue ocean, both wide and wandering. In truth your eyes look to old for your face"
The room went silent again.
"Your not going to ask me what happened outside" he said.
"No it's not my business. Your just a stranger to me. I don't want to have to lie to anyone when they ask me if I know who those people outside where up to"
"You speak to old for your age" he told me.
"I'm 18" I said.
"I'm 20," He said. "Maybe I should sleep on the floor..."
"Your not the first guy in my bed just chill. If you want the floor hop on it" He didn't move.
And I fell asleep.
When I woke up I heard my shower running. I knew it was him. I could see his clothes on the bathroom floor. He left the door a little open. I walked in and brush my teeth.
When I walked back into my room I heard his cell phone ringing it couldn't have been mine since I actually had a ring tone. He had one of those already programmed in ones.
I decided not to listen in on his conversation it really wasn't my business but that didn't stop his words from drifting into my room.
"Rosalie, I know what the fuck happened yesterday have you forgotten that I was the one who got stabbed. Edward's right don't go after her we don't have to.......... Have you heard from Bella or Emmett? They couldn't call...... She must be keeping an eye on them. NO! Don't call back I'm coming right now. You know better than to ask me where I am. The wound is taken care of. Yes Rosalie don't worry. We'll get Maria back in time....... I have the case. No I haven't checked. No... Yes. Don't worry about her. No I'm not going to take care of her. Just fuck off until I get back. OK..... bye."
This made me remember that I don't know him. Even though he feels safe he's not. Even though they just discussed my death I didn't worry and I didn't think about what was really in the case.
After a few minuets he same out the wash room with his jeans on and no shirt.
"I have a lot of clothes for guys all over my room. I like baggy shirts" I offered.
"No thanks I like going bare and my jackets enough for me" He told me.
"I didn't listen in"
"I know" he said.
Then my cell rang. It was a text from my mom asking me if I wanted anything to add to my packing bag for Dance School. I would be heading there come September and it was a little near the end of July. She wanted to make sure I had everything as always.
He didn't ask me who it was. He had no right to anyway. I had a feeling that we were both trying to stay away from anything to personal.
"You know from the first take I wouldn't take you for a killer, or what ever it is that you do. Please don't tell me I don't want to know" I commented.
"I'm sort of happy that your clearly not a normal girl," He said. "Wouldn't want to be the one to corrupt such a beautiful face"
I felt something in my chest move.
"Your to late I've already been corrupted" I replied.
"Figured as much. Who helps people they really shouldn't" he said.
"Me" was all I offered back.
"What will the neighbors say when they see me leaving your house half naked, well plus the jacket"
"Nothing. What can they say. I had to flip Miss. Nancy the bird when she seen one last time. Just because she can't get her share doesn't mean I can't get mine." I smiled. Not caring that I might just have sounded like a slut.
"So I missed out last night" He told me.
"No you wouldn't have gotten any if you tried. I don't know you, I may get my share but I don't fuck everything that walks into my room," I replied. "And you know you could get anyone"
We were at my front door now. He opened it and stepped just a tad bit out.
"I'm Jasper"
"Alice"
"You shouldn't have told me your name" I said.
"I know," he said to. "Just wanted one to fit the face"
"I won't be seeing you around" I knew I wouldn't, people like him don't stick around.
"I don't know yet I'll have to decide" he said.
"You have to decide?" I asked.
"Only because I know where you live"
"For the summer" I said.
He touched my hair again. "You look like a fairy" was all he said before he kissed my head and left.
I closed the door and went up stairs to take my shower because as much as I wanted to go after him, I knew I had some things to do.
Oh, and he'll be back, this I'm sure.
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