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First Meetings
The staring was really starting to get on his nerves.
Walking through the halls of Forks High School, every person that passed him could not help but glue their eyes to his frame…and keep them there until they faced stopping in the hallway or their eyes popping out to follow him down the corner. One girl stood there as he passed, looking as if she was drooling.
Finally he located his first class and entered quietly, sharp eyes instinctively scanning the room as he nodded to the teacher. The only people there were the teacher… and one other.
One of the ones from earlier.
Harry could feel a headache coming on.
Jasper looked up as a human came into the classroom, annoyance and slight amusement echoing strongly off their aura. It was the new boy, one Harrison Black-Potter.
Hmm, his aura is so strong that it dilutes the emotions of the others around him.
Then Jasper got to witness the new kid speak with Mr. Brown, the AP Calculus teacher. Despite the fact that he was the new kid, he held himself proudly, completely in control of himself. After glancing at the new kid, Jasper frowned, confused and not liking it. This was Senior class, with a new Freshman added in six months into the school year. How the hell was the kid going to keep up?
"Mr. Potter?" Mr. Brown started. The boy nodded, sharp green eyes quickly scanning the room before landing on Jasper. The instant their eyes locked Jasper felt a surge of bloodlust shoot through his body, making his throat become a bonfire, and shock from the boy. He sat back quickly placing a hand on this throat as if his flesh could cool the burn.
"This is advanced Calculus, as you should know." Mr. Brown continued on, oblivious.
"Yes Sir." The teen looked at him, his gaze making Jasper lock eyes with him, and then glanced over to the wall-the window precisely. Jasper instantly understood and nodded, opening the window and leaping out faster than anyone could see.
"Good. I have a record of your Grades from your previous schooling. I expect you to do well young man." Harry finally turned his full attention to the elder man, nodding.
"Of course Sir."
Angry at the pain in his throat, Jasper ran as fast as he could, pulling the tie from his hair free, finally coming across wildlife. It took less than a second for his bloodlust to kick in.
"Will you be alright?" Jasper looked up to see Emmett behind him, leaning back on a tree. The emotions flowing off the largest of the Cullen's was the normal, boredom, with a slight worry, for me. Jasper finished the thought bitterly.
"Yes." He finally answered as he wiped the blood from his face. It took a second to see he was covered in the blood of his meal, and he grimaced in disgust.
What is wrong with me? Even in the grips of bloodlust I've never been so filthy afterwards…
"How did you get away?" Emmett started again, curiosity coloring his aura. Jasper let his eyes drift to where the school sat.
"The new kid, he distracted the teacher so I could get out." A second after the words left his tongue, Alice appeared, Rosalie not seconds behind.
"Even though it was his blood and emotions that set you off." She added in, walking forward to stand behind him. She was holding clothes for him to change into, ones that were nearly completely the same as the cloth he had just ruined.
"Maybe that was his way of saying sorry." Emmett chuckled at that, then stopped as the three around him gave him a look. "What?"
"That implies that he knows what we are." Jasper didn't comment, simply glancing around. All of them where standing around him as he crouched on the forest floor, save one. Jasper could not help but feel startled as he stood.
Whenever one of the Coven abruptly left, it was best if they all vanished. And now was correct in the action, all around him black eyes watched him.
Edward used to be the one that always stood beside him after a rush of bloodlust, being the only one that tried to embrace the 'true' lifestyle of a vampire. But he wasn't here.
"Something isn't right…" Alice suddenly stated, eyes going vague.
"What is it?" He asked softly. Rosalie turned, starting to walk back to the school.
"Bella…she's acting…strange?" Alice suddenly blinked rapidly, before letting out a peal of laughter.
"Jasper, I have to meet the new kid!"
Government.
Like the students here actually cared whether their Government was fucking them with a large red white and blue dildo, let alone fucking with their laws.
Already nearly late, he noted that most of the people, of course, where staring at him.
By now, he really couldn't blame them, or care, because the teacher, Mr. Jefferson, was staring as well…at his earrings.
"Ah, Mr. Black-Potter." The old man started, finally snapping out of his reprieve, "Which name do you prefer? It is quite a mouthful right now." Harry smiled a little.
"Call me Evans, if you must. That one isn't hyphenated." Jefferson raised an eyebrow, and then nodded.
"Class, as you no doubt know, this is our second transfer in over three decades, Mr. Evans. Any questions for him?" Harry winced as hands snapped into the air.
"How long is your hair?" A voice blurted out. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Warum willst du das wissen?"Why do you need to know? He muttered darkly. Blank looks locked on him from around the room.
"What language is that?" Mr. Jefferson questioned, his look utterly confused.
"Germen." He answered, letting the thick accent of the language roll off his tongue. After a moment of silence the question started up.
"What's your favorite band?"
"At the moment? Eh, Fort Minor." He struggled "Ya know the guy from Linkin Park."
"How much do you weigh?"
"Even if I knew the exchange rate from stones to pounds, I would not tell you." Harry snarked, and afterward he could have sworn he heard Jefferson laugh.
"How old are you?" Harry winced.
"Fifteen." The class went silent.
"What is a Sophomore doing here?"
"Actually, I am a Freshman, and I am following the school curriculum if you don't mind!" Harry retorted sharply, locking his gaze on the one whom spoke, a greasy pizza faced looking brunette. The boy flushed.
"Now now." Mr. Jefferson called out over the crowd "One last question."
"Why is your name so long? And what is it?" Harry glanced at the girl, frowning.
"You know what? Fine. My full birth name is Harrison Evans James Black-Potter." He smirked at their stunned looks. "My mother is Evans, Father Potter, and Godfather is Black. My parents wanted me to represent all the families they came from, because my mother can't have anymore children and my godfather is infertile. Happy?" at that, he turned to the teacher, chuckling as the man quietly directed him to a seat near a shy looking brunette.
"Hello." She whispered softly "Bella Swan, the first person to transfer in thirty years." Harry snorted.
"Harrison Something Many-Last-Names." He paused as Bella let out a laugh, watching Mr. Jefferson start to lecture, and then turned to the brunette hopefully
"All day isn't going to be like this, right?" Her smile was so not helpful in his forced denial.
"No? Damnit."
"Calmez-vous!" Calm down!The French Teacher cried sharply, taking Harry's slip from his hands. Half the students as the woman ordered, the other half was left either blinking in confusion or continuing to chat. Two girls did otherwise.
The first, the gorgeous goddess-like blond from earlier continued to file her nails with a vague air of boredom while the other girl, the small pixy-like one with wild spiky hair, simply watched Harry, a strange little smile on her face.
"Que ce lieu est étrange." What a strange place this is. Harry whispered, rolling his eyes. The pixy girl giggled. The teacher, whom had yet to introduce herself, threw Harry a glare like glance and he shrugged.
"Du calme maintenant avant que je ne commence à distribuer des retenues!"Quiet now before I start handing out detentions! After those words a hush came over the class.
Looks like even the idiots understood the word 'retenues.'
"Voici notre nouvel étudiant, M. Harrison Black-Potter. Comme il a déjà étudier la partie du programme où nous en sommes, il sera un de mes assistants comme Mlle Cullen et Mlle Hale le sont, compris?" This is our new student Mr. Harrison Black-Potter. As he has already gone though where we are in the curriculum, he will be acting as an assistant to me like Ms. Cullen and Ms. Hale do, understand? The pixy chick's grin widened, and Harry felt a dark shudder crawl up his spine.
What have I got myself into?
"Des questions? Et posez-les en français!" Any questions? And ask in French!
"As-tu une amie proche…une petite amie?" Do you have a friend… girlfriend? The age old question. Harry rolled his eyes, re-shouldering his sling bag
"Je ne vais pas répondre à cette question." I am not going to answer that question. He replied slowly, eyes narrowing. "Je vais seulement dire que si je trouve quelqu'un ici, ce sera un miracle."I'll only say that if I do actually find one here, it will be a miracle. The girl turned bright red, stunned and embarrassed. "De plus, une amie proche et une petite amie sont deux choses très différentes."Also, a close friend, and girlfriend, are two very different things. Before the girl could retort, a bell like voice rang through the classroom, her voice impeccable in the language without a trace of accent
"Où as-tu trouvé le porte-bonheur de ta ceinture et de ta boucle d'oreille?" Where did you find that charm on your belt and earring?The pixy threw out, almost impulsively fidgeting in her question. "J'ai essayé d'en trouver une paire pour mon petit ami, mais je n'ai pas le temps!"I have been trying to find a matching pair for my boyfriend but I have no time!Harry looked at her then snorted, leaning back on the wall behind himself as he slipped his right hand into his pocket
"Désolé." Sorry. He confessed. "Je les ai faits." I made them. Instead of a downtrodden look like he had thought would appear, the girl seemed to brighten.
"Tu fais des bijoux?"Do you make jewelry? She squealed. The blond looked up and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as she watched her sister nearly vibrate with joy. Harry felt like backing away slowly.
"De temps en temps. Quand j'ai les outils et quelqu'un prêt à payer." Occasionally. When I have the supplies and someone willing to pay. He responded hesitantly, only distantly noting that they were speaking too fast for most, if not all the class to understand. The Teacher, whom still he did not know, was smiling, quietly going through papers at her podium.
"Peux-tu faire une paire comme la tienne pour moi?"Can you make a pair like your own for me?
"Ca dépend. Je peux faire d'autres modèles."Depends. I can make other designs.
"Nous en parlerons pendant le repas de ce midi?"We'll talk about it during lunch?
"Pas de problème pour moi."That is fine with me. At the end of the exchange, Mme l'enseignante Ms. Teacher cleared her throat.
"Votre siège, M. Black-Potter, est à côté de Mme Alice Cullen, celle avec qui vous êtes en train de parler depuis tout ce temps Your seat, Mr. Black-Potter, is next to Ms. Alice Cullen, the one you've been talking to all this time. Harry nodded, quickly making his way to his assigned seat next to the hyperactive brunette.
"Ca va être tellement fun."We're going to have soo much fun. She whispered softly. Harry could not help but glance at her, startled.
"Pardon?" What? She only turned to him, letting out a wide grin.
"Attention! Tournez à la page trois cent quatre-vingt-deux, s'il-vous-plait! M. Anderson, lire le premier paragraphe, et cette fois-ci individuellement!"Attention! Turn to page three hundred ninety-two if you will! Mr. Anderson, read the first paragraph, and this time on your own!
Harry quietly walked into the cafeteria, ignoring the roaming eyes around him. He could almost smell the increase of hormones around him as he walked by.
Good lord, these people really need to get a life!
Suddenly, as if she had simply appeared in the air, a girl jumped in his face.
"Hello!" She practically screamed in his ear "You must be Harrison Potter?" Harry glanced at her, and then put his hands in his pockets, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Yes…" He answered slowly "And you must he deaf, to speak that loudly." She flushed, and Harry raised an eyebrow, amused as she started again.
"I'm Jessica." She paused, but Harry only continued to keep his mocking gaze on her forehead. Her very presence screamed jealous rumor starting bint.
"You met Eric earlier right?" Harry blinked. Eric, Eric, hm…I wonder if she means that greasy boy from Government?
"No, I really can't say that." Harry countered "I really didn't get many names today." Still don't know that blasted French teacher's name too. Jessica shrugged
"Well you know me, so sit over here at my table!" Harry looked at her incredulously as she tried to grab his sleeve.
"Excuse me, but I have a prior arrangement-" Jessica's face morphed into a scowl that made Harry nearly freeze.
Who knew they could get so ugly!? Oh my god it's like a pit bull when you try to take their bone.
-Over with Edward and Bella, the bronze haired teenager suddenly snorted-
"Like they'll care when they see you with me-" Harry's eye twitched.
"Oh, don't worry, this mad woman will." As if she was called, that familiar bell like tone rang over to him, standing at the entrance of the Cafeteria.
"Harry! Par ici!" Harry! Over here!
Speak of the Devil, and she shall appear. Harry spun about to see Alice waving to him, currently sitting in the honey blonde's lap from Calculus. (Edward still chuckling, with Bella asking him what is wrong) Harry turned to the curly black haired girl, unable to hide his mocking smirk.
"If you'll excuse me…?" Dumbly, the teen moved and, knowing every eye in the school was watching him, Harry strolled over to the table filled with gorgeous people.
"Tu m'as appelée?"You rang? He commented dryly, giving her a skeptical look. "Et je suppose que c'est le petit ami pour qui tu veux ceci?" And I guess this is the boyfriend you want this for? Cutting the French off, Harry turned to him.
"You feel ok?" Jasper nodded slowly, his eyes a little wider than normal.
"Yes, thank you."
"Chut!" Shush! Alice scolded. "Ne le laisses pas savoir de quoi nous parlons!" Don't let him know what we're talking about! Harry raised his eyebrows, finally sitting down in a chair a seat near from the couple yet away from the others. "Peut-il au moins nous comprendre?"Does he even understand us?He asked wirily.
"Nan!" Nope! She responded with a chirp "Mais il est préférable de faire attention à ceux qui en sont capable!" But it's best to be quiet with those who do!
What, about two charms? Harry thought, a smile growing on his face. She acts as if we're about to steal the Declaration of Independence and in the process, want to kill the President. Harry thoughts involved an image of a man dead, blood on the wall above him declaring: The American French Speaking Club of Forks has Prevailed!
Edward snorted, muffling his face into Bella's hair as he started to laugh again. Everyone turned to him, and then Harry tilted his head to the skid as he leaned forward.
"What is it?" The bronze haired teen shook his head.
"Ne t'inquiète pas à propos d'Edward." Don't worry about Edward. Alice threw out, then tapped her head. "Il n'est pas complêtement avec nous." He's not all there. Edward shot up, blinking at her in shock.
"As-tu, toi entre tous, juste dit que j'étais fou? Et à ton propos!?" Did you of all people just say I am insane? What about you!? Harry laughed, watching as three people at the table finally sighed, starting to ignore the heated conversation.
"Calme-toi. Je peux dire de moi-même qui n'a plus toute sa tête et qui l'a." Calm down. I can tell for myself who has no marbles, and who does.At that, both turned to him as Bella looked at the three of them, eyes wide.
The blond boy looked at the two of them, raising an eyebrow.
"Should I be worried that you two are speaking the language of love, right in front of me?" Harry snorted, letting his bag fall to the ground.
"Hey, just remember she's on your lap." And looks very comfortable. Jasper smirked as Edward snorted again. "So…who all are you?" Alice clapped her hands, before pointing.
"Ok then! Over there is Edward Cullen my brother, whom does know French, but is in German right now and his girlfriend Bella Swan." The red head waved, Bella smiling at him.
"Du kannst auch Deutsch?"You know German too? Harry asked, surprised. Edward raised an eyebrow as Jasper sighed.
"Endlich verstehe ich etwas." Finally, something I understand. The brunette only laughed.
"After that we have burly brother Emmett, the large one, and his girlfriend Rosalie Hale. Jasper Hale, my boyfriend, is Rosalie's twin."
"Fraternal." Jasper threw out, smiling when Harry sent him a 'no, duh'look. Harry smirked as Jasper sniggered, nodding to them.
"Well, you all at least know my name, if you don't then something is wrong." Edward and Jasper sniggered while Emmett let out a booming laugh.
"Sais-tu ce que tu veux pour lui?" Do you know what you want for him?Alice let out a tender smile.
"Un crucifix, avec Jésus-Christ." A Crucifix, with Jesus Christ. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Un crucifix?" A Crucifix? He tapped his chin, "En quoi?" Out of what? Alice smiled.
"Que peux-tu utiliser?" What can you use?
"Du platine, du cuivre, de l'argent, de l'or, du fer, du nickel, de l'étain..." Platinum, copper, silver, gold, iron, nickel, tin... Harry waved a hand. "Et je peux le graver également, et enchâsser les métaux, si tu as les pierres." And I can engrave this as well, and begem metals, if you have the jewel. Alice's grin got wider and wider as Harry spoke. By then the entire table was watching them, Rosalie rolling her eyes, Edward in wonder, and Jasper in amusement and curiously.
"Où as-tu appris ça?" Where did you learn this? Harry smiled softly.
"Juste avec un de mes vieux amis. "Il m'a enseigné son métier avant de se rendre outre-mer." Let's just say from an old friend of mine. He taught me his trade before he went over seas. Alice nodded.
"What are you two going on about?" Jasper finally gave into his curiosity. Alice laughed as Harry raised an eyebrow.
"The best way for her to sneak out tonight." He deadpanned. Darkened amber eyes widened as Edward and Emmett joined into Alice's laughter.
"She doesn't want you to know. Customer confidentiality." Harry continued on, ignoring the three as he waved a hand before his face. "Besides, let her do this and stop trying to butt in. Be happy you're getting something." Jasper raised an eyebrow.
"Customer confidentiality? Getting something?" He repeated slowly. The next message was to low and fast for a human to hear, as Jasper pulled Alice close "What are you getting me that we don't already have, Mary Love?" Alice simply patted his cheek.
"Class starts in three minutes." Bella's voice cut through the banter as she stood, picking up her book bag. Harry winced, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"I'm going to get lost, just watch." Bella laughed, tapping a finger to the table beside her.
"What you have next?" Harry pulled a notebook from his bag, grabbing a sheet of paper in its folds
"Ah…Biology." She grinned
"Well well, lucky you. Edward and I have that as well. Come on."
"Je t'attends à la sortie pour finaliser le porte-bonheur!" I'll get a hold of you after school to finalize the charm!Alice called out from halfway across the cafeteria. Harry laughed, watching half the students jump in alarm at her voice.
"C'est d'accord pour moi!" That's fine with me!
Mr. Banner took one second to take in Harry's clothes, before deciding he did not like this child. Genius or not.
Look at the boy, obviously a hooligan! Just what is Potter doing letting the child out looking like this? Edward started, glancing up as mental abuse continued to floe through his mind.
And then the boy's grades…do they actually think I'll believe that a fifteen year old is in Junior classes? If the boy is that smart, let him go take college classes! Probably stupid Potter trying to show his reject around…
"Mr. Black-Potter?" Banner started slowly. Harry nodded, absentmindedly pulling his bangs back behind his ear. Edward sighed. He'd really wanted to get to know this kid, and here goes Banner messing it all up.
Go and take independent studies if you are so smart.
"Yes Sir?"
"Will you take this note up to the Front Office, if you will? Mr. Cullen. Show him the way." Edward nodded, placing his things down
"Can I leave my things by my desk, Sir?" Harry got in before he left was forced out the door.
"No…I don't see any reason for you to do that." The words made Harry's eyes narrow as confusion, and suspicion crept through.
What is up with this guy? It's like he's kicking me out of the class! Edward shook his head, leaning down to stroke Bella's cheek before quickly making his way up to the front of the class.
"Whatever." He muttered, quickly stalking though the door and into the hallway. Edward was able to easily keep up as Harry paused, opening up the note.
"That is not polite." Edward chastised with a smirk, the gesture widening as Harry locked an eye on him.
"Not polite?" He mimicked, sneering as he waved the note before the bronze haired teen agitatedly "Mr. Benanter, I feel that this child is not significantly advanced enough to be placed in my class so soon to the end of the school year. Place him else where, where he belongs." Harry finished reading the note with an angry gesture, as if strangling someone in front of him.
Ooo! If only I could kill that blasted old man!! I'll show him who isn't ready, I will!
"You aren't a Freshman, are you?" Harry looked at him, before raising an eyebrow.
What is it that makes him this…clear?
"Percettivo. Lo odio." Perceptive. I hate that. Harry muttered to himself, uncaring that Edward was staring at him. "Yes. Why?"
"Junior?" Harry blinked up at him.
How…did he guess?
"Ya." Edward smiled.
"Good luck with Mr. Benanter." Harry frowned, finally realizing that Edward had led him to the Office while he ranted. He gave the taller teen a black glare.
Stupid tall, handsome basterd! Your next on my list, just wait for it! Edward chuckled.
"Ya thanks." Harry paused on the way to the door, as a picture of Jasper, eyes black with bloodlust flashed in the boy's mind, stunning the other. "Good luck with your brother." Before Edward could comment, Harry was in the office.
Good luck? With Jasper? What happened that I missed?
"Mr. Black-Potter, Harrison. Mr. Banner seems to think that you are not ready for his class." Harry rolled his eyes, the action hidden behind his hair.
"I'll be frank sir, I was in that classroom for a total of maybe five minutes before I was given that note and told to leave." The elder man raised an eyebrow.
"Well, Mr. Banner is prone to judging a person by their looks alone at first glance…" Harry frowned, but said nothing. "He is an excellent teacher, just stubborn in his old age."
"So, if he is not allowing me into his classroom, what shall I do this hour, Sir?" Mr. Benanter stroked his chin for a moment, then looked the boy over
"Have you taken your ACT or SAT?" Harry nodded. "Good this is what we'll do. Tomorrow, come to class early, and we will show Mr. Banner your scores. He should let you in after he sees this."
Or say that I am too good for it.Harry grumbled. "That sounds good Sir. I'll bring the papers then." Mr. Benanter nodded
"Good. Well, you might as well start looking for your next class." Harry nodded as he rose, then left, pausing as he exited the office.
Already there is a problem. He mused, shouldering his bag. It took longer than I expected.
Another ball flew past and Harry watched it fly, absentmindedly unlocking his knees so he's body went straight down, falling into a crouch, ducking another foam ball aimed for his head.
This…is actually quite fun. Sidestepping another ball, he absentmindedly noted that he and one other boy where left, a blonde he remembered from the five minutes he was in the Biology classroom. He was making erratic movements that wasted energy, and soon enough he was hit.
And then, soon enough all the balls where on his side. Letting a smirk show on is face, Harry slowly ducked down to pick a ball up, and hefted it in his hand, before tossing it into the air.
"Let's have some fun!" cracking his back, he looked at one girl, then threw, watching the ball shoot towards her halfway, then swerve, smacking a guy in the gut as he stood there completely stunned.
"One down." The others stared at him for a moment before one quickly grabbed the ball and chucked it. Harry caught it, when as that boy left the area, spun his shoulder, and threw.
"Two down." And it continued on in that same fashion, until only one was left, a girl whom had been hiding. Bella waved shyly and Harry chuckled as she picked a ball up. Then a ball hit him in the back of the head, one a lot harder than the foam he'd been throwing around. Harry hit the ground instantly, holding the back of his head as stars flashed in his vision.
"NEWTON!" Clapp screamed out, forgoing his whistle. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" Harry turned around to see Mike Newton with another ball like the one that had hit him in his hands.
"Finishing this game." Mike returned, shrugging. Harry stood, and then stumbled, blinking rapidly.
"You ok there Potter?" Harry nodded, smiling while trying to hit his pain filled eyes.
"No problem Coach. I'm just a little dizzy. Mind if I sit out next round?" Clapp nodded, starting to round the teens back into different groups as Harry sat down, finally letting himself groan in pain.
What the hell did he hit me with? If felt like a baseball bat… Harry made to stand back up but a sudden loss in balance made him crash back down onto the benches, where he sat in utter amazement, startled at the slight throb on his lower back from the fall.
"Whoa! You are so not ok." Harry opened one eye to glare at the blond monstrosity.
"If you hadn't hit me in the first place then this wouldn't be a problem!" He snarled, pulling away as the blond raised a hand. The teen scowled.
"Look, I'm sorry, Ok?" Harry sneered behind the curtain of hair covering his face, then brushed past Newton, pausing as he whispered
"I'll take the apology, when you really mean it." Blindly, Harry stumbled back into the locker rooms, changing and leaving before any of the other boys could say a word to him. On the way to his car, Alice appeared from nowhere he could tell, standing on her tippy toes to put a hand to his forehead.
"Tu n'as pas l'air bien." You don't look so good. Harry couldn't help his wince, the change of language making his temples pound.
"Merci pour l'information." Thanks for the tip. He deadpanned, smiling to lessen the sarcasm.
"Peux-tu conduire jusque chez toi?" Can you drive back to your house? Harry nodded, clenching his eyes shut as he did so.
"Ca va aller, merci. Bien que je vais devoir reporter notre discussion..." I'll be fine, thank you. Though I will have to reschedule our chat…Alice shook her hand before her face.
"Pas de problème, sois juste là demain!" No problem, just be here tomorrow! Harry nodded, wincing as the throb grew to a new pitch.
"A demain." See you tomorrow. He smiled, and then got into his car, letting his pain show on his face for a brief moment, before starting the car and backing out into the roads.
Alice got into Edward's car, frowning lightly.
"What is wrong?" She turned to her lover, brushing a hand though her hair as Edward pulled onto the roads, quickly driving home.
"He's in pain, and not complaining." She started slowly "Harry. In gym I saw him get hit in the back of the head with a led and foam ball. He acted as if he was fine, though he can barely think." Jasper sighed, pulling the pixylike woman onto his lap
"He'll be fine. If not, you would have seen it."
It hurt! Like someone was pulling a sword though his mind, the pain was razor sharp, acutely painful in every sense of the word.
"Don't you dare pull that trigger you bedamned fool! Step away before I blow your ass sky high!"
"Like I care! I want to die! I might as well take as many with me as I can!"
Mind numb, it was only now, at the end of the day alone in his room, when he allowed the unknown persona to fall, to let once purely sparkling emerald eyes dull and fade, becoming a slate gray as he sagged from his stance of a knowledgeable and capable teenager, finally letting the sealed memories flash behind his eyes of love and acceptance, and pain-
-only for them to vanish as he let himself collapse, curling on his bed.
It's all over…we are over! There is nothing left of that…forget it! Tears started to fall as he gripped his hair in a brief. Forget it all, erase it, this is not the reason why you came here! Calm… sparks flew around his head, then his heart beat and breathing slowed, letting himself drift asleep, never thinking that he had spoken aloud, and that someone, miles away, had heard every word.
Startled into consciousness, a girl flouting in a large vat of liquid slowly opened silver blue eyes, before pressing a hand against the glass containing her.
He has Sealed himself away…forgotten everything…what could he have made his password?...? Slowly those calm thoughts faded away as the tubes in her body shot her full with drugs, designed to make her mind slow, her body weak. But nothing could stop her instinct.
Master…Master needs me…Another hand joined the first as the girl put all her weight against the glass, but her efforts did nothing.
"Ahh, Moonlight, darling, your master has left you, fled to a place on the other side of the globe." The memories of a traitor's words suddenly flashed in her mind, and as her anger sparked, the glass at her hands cracked.
"He has left you here for dead, sweetling. Just give into me…and you may have your revenge…!"
He thinks me dead because of you! You took me away from him! Another pulse, and the glass shattered spewing water everywhere as she let herself fall to the ground amid glass and the tubes that held her still. Without pause, the girl reached around herself, gripping the tube at her spine, and pulled it free from her flesh, letting a geyser of blood free. Three more plugs fell to the ground from her flesh, and she became aware of a loud ringing around her, lights flashing red.
Master…I'll be there soon, Master, wait for me! Standing tall, pale hands rose, then clenched wave after wave of her power flying free as mixed eyes rose to the army of men trying to block her path.
"Moonlight! Where do you think you are going?" That man, that liar, how dare he come near me! Raising her hands, the girl smirked, and then let out a thunderous clap.
"You need to hunt again." Alice stated quietly. Jasper sat up slowly, watching her rise from their bed. "I will?" she nodded, pulling her shirt back on
"If not something bad will happen…take Edward with you. Don't go too far." Jasper nodded as Alice left the room, Edward appearing a minute later to see Jasper staring out the window.
"You know what's up with her?" Edward shrugged, leaning on the door.
"She's decoding a hymn in French." He told the honey blond unhelpfully. "Though she did let slip to go by Bella's house." Without waiting, Jasper leapt out of his window and ran, Edward following close behind.
Kill him, kill him killhim!! Edward started at the thought, as Jasper nearly recoiled in disgust.
Jealousy, anger, fear, lust, what is going on over there?? They burst into a clearing just in time to see the blond hunter from before fly past, broken and bleeding. Edward caught the boy and set him on the ground, desperately trying to hold his breath as he pulled out his phone, hitting speed dial.
"Carlisle. We found the hunter and he's bleeding badly." He could hear Carlisle stop breathing.
"That doesn't sound good. Where are you?"
"1.455 miles south, .034 east of Bella's house."
"Is his breathing normal?
"Yes."
"Did vampires do this?"
"No, only two humans." There was a pause, and Edward could hear the sound of wind.
"I see, I'll be there soon."
"Understood." The humans started at Edward's voice, jumping back when Jasper stepped forward.
"Oh! So here we have the Vampires that Alecki spared. Are you the reason our strongest hunter has gone soft?" Jasper growled softly.
They hate him, yet lust for him. Both are afraid of him and us…and they radiate the emotion that comes with a traitor. Before Jasper could continue, one man created a blade in his hand, swinging it expertly before he locked in his stance, a hand outstretched before his face, the sword held above his head, parallel to the ground.
Show off…it was Alecki's, the Hunter's, thoughts again, though he didn't move. Don't let your brother touch those blades, they are specifically made to cut through a vampire's flesh. Edward started.
"Jasp! Don't let the metal touch you!" Jasper nodded, dodging out of the way as he spun about, grabbing one human's wrist, and used him to parry the other.
Despite your brother's abilities, he has never fought against a hunter…gosh… The Hunter sat up slowly, opening one eye as he pointed to the two humans.
"Move!" Jasper jumped back as Alecki sent out a bright beam of energy to them, both vanishing as they were hit.
"What was that about??" Edward started, helping Alecki maneuver onto his uninjured side. The blond smirked, odd eyes flashing with resignation and hatred.
"Because I did not kill you, they branded me as a traitor."
Hm…shorter than the first…not as much action…but much faster than I thought I could get it out…o'well
Review responses:
Belle hawk: Your question makes me smile, but I really can't answer it…what do you think? And do you think I should change it, or is it what dragged you in?
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Thank you to all that reviewed! Even you Simple Sentence peoples.
Oh! And if anyone is wondering about the title of this story, for yes there is a reason for it, this will pop up soon…
You know what? I want reviews! At least tell me what you think of this! I honestly hope that it's different from the mass of Twilight Cossovers that have spawned recently, hm? *pouts*
And now, I must thank the lovely Lostariel for fixing the French in this Chapter!
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2/13/09
And again, someone (they call themself "reader") helps me with the languages, this time the German. gosh, why did I even try that?
2/21/09