First Twilight fanfiction so I'm sorry if it sucks. I've had this idea in mind for a while and I wanted to give my take on Jasper's time with Maria, meeting Peter and Charlotte, running away with them and eventually finding the Cullens. This is hopefully going to be a very long story, one I look forward to writing.
Disclaimer: * sigh * I do not own Twilight. I'm borrowing Stephanie's characters for the moment.
JPOV.
I wasn't entirely sure why she was mad. We'd won, hadn't we? Wasn't that all that matters? She was mad, frustrated and looking for someone to blame, angrily pacing in front of the tent she'd claimed as hers. It was off limits to everyone but me. And even then it wasn't wise to go in. "Major!" She snapped suddenly, jerking me out of my thoughts.
"Yes ma'am?" I responded instantly. It was instinct now and the last thing I wanted was to give her a reason to be mad at me directly. I slowly exhaled, pushing calm on her in hopes of lessening her blow on whatever poor soul she picked for tonight. I'd quickly learned Maria had to have someone to take her anger out on. I silently willed her not to choose me.
"Why did we lose five today?" She asked exasperatedly, fixing her red eyes on mine, not giving me a chance to answer. "Are you losing your touch? Or was it them? How come it was those four?" I swiftly shook my head. If you're useful, you're safe. She couldn't kill me without letting her army go wild. We both knew that. Her anger spiked again and I didn't dare reply. She was only a few inches shorter than me but that didn't give me any comfort. She couldn't kill me but there are things worse than death. Maria was silent for a few minutes, she just stood there glaring at me. Then she slapped me. It did hurt but I wasn't foolish enough to give any sign it did. She started pacing again, talking too fast for me to understand. She slipped into Spanish at some point and I gave up on listening. "I'll deal with you later." Before I could blink, she ran off.
"You know," someone said a few seconds after she was gone. I jumped, almost immediately snarling and making a move to pin him. "It's me, Jasper!"
"Peter-what?" I frowned at him and stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. He rolled his eyes. He wasn't annoyed though. I couldn't identify the emotion immediately. He's sorry for me.
"You know," he started again, "you don't have to take that. That isn't love." I noticed his eyes were straying past me.
"How would you know?" I snapped defensively. Peter put his hands up and smiled at me.
"First, you're fighting. A lot. That's not normal."
"Friends fight. Siblings fight. Married couples fight. We fight," I reminded him although I hated the flash of guilt that ran through him. It was true though. Despite our bond we'd created over the years, we still argued over things and I was a very strong believer in the theory people who were in war together got closer than blood siblings.
Peter stared at me. "Fighting shouldn't include getting physical. Jasper, that's technically abuse." I scoffed at the idea and shook my head. He doesn't know what he's talking about. "Jasper damn Whitlock, you can't be serious that this is working." I narrowed my eyes at him. Jasper Whitlock is gone, I wanted to say. He's dead or something…I'm not him anymore. I barely remembered my human life. What I did was brief flashes of things like getting my first horse, learning how to shoot a gun or someone I assumed was a grandparent trying to explain to me how to make some kind of cake. The few memories I had of my family weren't good ones.
"Just…just drop it, okay?" I shoved past him, wanting to get away from his pity. "You don't know anything," I muttered under my breath. That wasn't a total lie. He'd only been with us a few years. Peter hadn't seen everything. He focused on the bad scenes. I eventually started running. The camp seemed too small suddenly, like it was closing in on me. "Just drop it," I repeated even though I knew he couldn't hear me. The burn in my throat ended up giving me another reason to keep running. There had to be some human around here. I couldn't wait until the next raid on a town even though I dreaded the killing itself. Humans were like animals in that way. Their fear would overwhelm them.
We weren't near any trails or populated areas but I managed to catch the scent of someone. I didn't bother to wonder why they were here. Humans baser instincts kept them away from camps like ours. I forced calm on the man, crouching in the shadows. I didn't waste any time that would give him a chance to be afraid. I snapped his neck within about two seconds. But in those two seconds, he was terrified and that was enough to stop me from ripping his throat out for a moment. This was a time where I hated my gift. It didn't stop me for long and I wasn't very concerned about being clean although I somehow kept most of my clothes clean. The rich liquid soothed the fire that had been threatening to scorch my tongue. I wanted more but I highly doubted the man had brought a friend along. I took care to make sure he was buried and no trace was left behind, a sickening feeling settling in my stomach as I headed back.
From the emotions and looks on their faces, I was glad I fed. It looked like I was going to need that strength. A newborn I couldn't remember the name of motioned to Maria's tent. I could see her through the thin material, just standing there. "You don't have to go in there," Peter whispered. I didn't sense him coming, too focused on the fear running through my veins. I knew very well what was waiting for me. It wasn't the first, or last time, I'd done something wrong. I clenched my jaw and shook my head again.
"Yes I do." I really did, or she would probably come out and drag me in there. I'd seen that happen once or twice. Peter squeezed my shoulder. Charlotte was suddenly there and their emotions changed to something I couldn't put a name to. It was nice, peaceful, but it didn't help. I slowly walked to the tent, pushing the flap aside and letting it close behind me. "Ma-" I didn't get a chance to speak. Within seconds she had me pinned on the ground.
"This is your fault," Maria hissed, her eyes narrowed. "It's always your fault. God, Major, why can't you do this? Just for once stop being such a worthless fool." Her voice turned shrill. I stopped breathing, turning my head so I didn't have to meet her gaze. She jerked me to my feet, teeth sinking into my neck without warning. I bit my tongue to keep from making any sound. It still burned even though I should've been used to it. She slapped my again and pulled on my arm hard enough, I heard my shoulder dislocate. I knew better than to fight back.
She shoved me to the ground and kicked me. I felt and hear one or two ribs crack. Maria never held back. She yanked me up again and grabbed my sleeve, using that to fling me onto the bed. My eyes widened when she called in a sing-song voice, "Shay! Get in here!" I immediately closed my eyes at the sound of footsteps. Peter's words echoed in my mind, that's technically abuse. I believed him then but I couldn't do anything about it. Couldn't do anything but wait.
I feel really bad for doing this to Jazz but I wanted to show what it was like. It'll be a few more chapters until he runs. And I run on reviews so please review this. It means a lot and I really want to know what you guys think.
