Unexpected

By ParamoreXD


Chapter One


So, this is the real beginning! Feels great to be writing again…

Hope you enjoy.

I'm tired of painted Edward as Dick!ward, so I decided to give him a break, for once. He's got worse coming for him.


If there is one thing in this world that I hate, it's Isabella Swan, the human who captured Edward's heart, and who ultimately left me without a family.

Why couldn't she have stayed away from us? We were far from welcoming. Why couldn't she have reacted correctly, properly, to the side of us that would have normal humans running and screaming? Why couldn't have she done what was natural: Shied away from us, but not know quite why. Why did Edward have to love her?

Why did Alice have to leave me?

I was leaning against the door-frame of our bedroom in the Cullen house in Forks. The bed was made; no-one had touched it in a week, and there was several large suitcases on it, some of the closed, one open. The door to Alice's closet was open, and she was just a blur as she took handfuls of designer clothes, folded them, and put them in the suitcases. The Cullens were leaving and me, the one who wasn't quite right, who never quite belonged, wasn't welcome to go with them.

We didn't speak. All the speaking was done. Alice had told me—screamed at me, in fact—that we were over, that she couldn't stay with someone who was so volatile, so carnal in nature. Half of me was wondering why. The other half was wondering why it had taken her so long to leave me. She told me she'd never really loved me; that our relationship was convenience, and nothing more. I had nothing to say to that. I had loved her. Not that there was anything to be done about it now.

I stiffened when I felt the hand on my shoulder; though I'd already known he was here.

"Jasper?" Edward asked, quietly. "Can I talk to you?"

I watched Alice pack for another minute, before shrugging myself off the doorway and then walking down the hall to the massive staircase. Orange light streamed in through the window—it was a rare sunny day in Forks, the sun just beginning its decent beneath the horizon—and painted the two of us in orange, our skin sparkling like facets of a diamond.

I stopped at the top of the steps, turning to face Edward. He looked… tired. But, strangely, there was no anger on his face, nor was he feeling any strong emotions, except for mild regret and a small amount of sadness that I was sure was just the tip of the iceberg. I was ashamed at what I had done to my brother.

His lips twitched into a wan smile.

"I don't blame you for what happened, Jasper," he said, honestly, his emotions reflecting this statement. He was telling the truth. Well, there was something I wasn't expecting.

He regarded me with sorrowful eyes. "It would have happened sooner or later, and there's no point in stomping all over the torn pieces of this family. I do blame you, though I think that's the emotions talking. I blame myself, much more though, for letting her be exposed to that world. That blame rests solely on my shoulders, and I will never forgive myself for that. I just wanted to tell you that I don't blame you for anything, nor am I angry at you. You've always been a good brother to me, and this was completely out of your control."

He put his hand on my shoulder, and looked me in the eyes. "Take care of yourself, Jasper. I hope I can one day see you again."

I nodded, and just like that, Edward was gone.

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An hour or so later, Alice was done with her packing, and was slowly taking them down to her car, which she'd gotten from Rosalie as a present a couple of months ago.

Finally, there was just one bag left. She picked it up with her right hand, and began to walk down the hallway, intent on going down the stairs to the car.

As she passed me, I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder.

She froze, and dropped the suitcase. Without turning around, she hissed at me.

"Get your hand. Off my shoulder. Now."

"Alice…" I began.

"No, Jasper!" she whirled around, glaring at me. Her eyes were a flat black. "I can't deal with this anymore! I don't blame you for what you did—" Huh. That makes two of them. "—but I can't deal with it when it happens! This was the last straw. I can't, I just can't, deal with having a wayward object for a husband. I'm sorry, Jasper, but I just can't do it anymore."

A wayward object for a husband. I took my hand off as though stung. Immediately, she picked up the suitcase and blurred down the stairs like an angry tornado.

The others had already said their goodbyes and had left: Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle and Esme. They were unhappy about it, but they did it because it was Edward's wish, and they recognised that it was the correct thing to do. The only ones left were Edward and Alice, who were going in Alice's car. Where they were going, I didn't know.

I heard the doors of Alice's expensive Italian car slam, and then the purr of the engine. The tires rolling on gravel.

And then they were gone, and I was left alone at the top of the stairs in the dying light.

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I lay in bed for an entire week, not breathing, not thinking, not moving. My eyes, beneath my closed eyelids gradually lost colour as they turned from golden to amber to a light brown, to black. I got thirstier and thirstier, as I began to mull things over in my head. I began to think, and somehow, I don't know how, I ended up blaming Mike Newton. I don't know how I ended up there, but in the dead of night I stole over to his house and murdered him, draining him of all blood.

My eyes now a vibrant crimson, I returned to the house, which was rapidly falling into disrepair. The windows became dirty, the vegetation snaking up to swallow the porch and the white walls of the house. All the while I haunted it, like a ghost, occasionally going out to feed. The foolish human had no idea what was going on; a series of unexplained murders with leads that went nowhere. Nobody returned to the house.

When I was thirsty, I fed. I moved further to feed, now, Port Angeles, Olympia, instead of Forks. The three murders committed there were glaringly obvious, and I wouldn't draw so much attention in even Port Angeles, where murders weren't as uncommon. One night, I even went all the way to Seattle, but I wasn't bothered doing that, usually.

One such night arrived. My eyes were coal black as I slid into my plain silver Chrysler 500, chosen because it was luxurious without being eye-catching, and was perfectly nondescript.

The drive to Port Angeles went quickly, the night rushing by me in perfect clarity. There was almost no traffic, and the rode was lonely, which suited me perfectly. I was a lonely creature now.

Once in Port Angeles, I found a parking space in front of one of the three bars, before locking the car and walking inside. Obviously, I could track the car if someone stole it, but it would inconvenience me greatly to have to go hunting after my car with a human girl in tow. I did not drink from males. Well, except Mike Newton, but that was revenge.

The bar smelled of smoke and alcohol, mixed with human body odour that was masked partially with the perfumes and deodorants that hung heavy in the air.

I made my way over to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks that I had no intention of drinking. I then settled to wait.

It didn't take long. Most humans naturally gravitated to us, with our looks, scent and voices; they just couldn't help it.

"You come here often?" said a female voice from behind me. I grinned before turning around.

She was average-sized, and I was pleased to see that I couldn't pick out her bones through her clothing. The skinny supermodels, whilst okay looking, were usually nutrient deficient, especially in iron, and that made their blood tasteless. She had deep brown hair tied back in a messy ponytail, and her eyes were wide and greenish-grey.

"No, I'm not from around here," I replied smoothly, the lie rolling off my tongue like melting honey. "Can I buy you a drink?"

She grinned. "I wouldn't say no to that."

It took a couple of hours, but soon I had Sarah—the names which she'd not had any qualms about revealing to me—stumbling to my car. She wasn't drunk, though she should have been, but she was certainly tipsy.

"Would you like to come back to my place?" she asked me.

I smirked. "Very much so," I said as I kissed her.

She tasted delicious.

I won't tell you what happened next. It was fairly obvious. Looking back, I'm ashamed of what I did to Sarah, to Mike, to the other victims of my sadness and blame. I had no right to play God and end any of their lives.

But, that night, all I thought about after leaving Sarah's small apartment was that my shirt was ruined, a small spot of blood on the collar.

I got into the car a couple of blocks away from the apartment, driving off into the night.

Three days passed as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Then something happened, something so momentous it could only be fate. Although, at the time, I just thought it would be my next dinner.

Isabella Swan came knocking.


Terribly sorry for the short length, which is why it's bundled with the preface, I promise, all of the chapters I've written are over 3000 words except this one.

Hope you enjoyed!

ParamoreXD