…Low key I should be writing for my batman fic lol.
Anyways here's Jasper! This is just him explaining some stuff, and then we're back to Wren and we get more Cullen interaction in the next chapter, but I promise next time I write Jasper we'll get to see Wren/Jasper interaction from his POV.
I've never written him before, and I'm not sure how this came out but idk.
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She smelled like sugar.
From what little he could remember of his time before immortality, Jasper knew that he had always been a reserved man. He had a strong moral sense that not even vampirism had stolen, and it lived within him when a beating heart could not. He knew when respect as due, and how to show it appropriately. He knew when to step back and keep to himself, and he knew how to conduct himself when something needed to be said or done. At his core, Jasper was a pacifist.
Most of the time.
But, for all of Jasper's calmer tendencies, there was still a part of him that was a little bit wilder. That part of him was what had allowed him to break free of Maria's clutches despite the attachment he'd had to her. That part of him was what craved knowledge, tactic, and order. That part of him was what allowed for his brutality in battle. That part of him was what created the soldier that was in his very soul.
That part of him was The Major, and when Wren Kitt had walked into Forks's unimpressive little lunchroom smelling like some old granny's kitchen right after she'd finished making dessert, he'd stood at attention without leaving any room for dismissal.
It had been right then and there, when his disappointingly amber eyes had met startled brown, that the Major had developed a sweet tooth.
Jasper, for all of his reservation, hadn't had it in him to do anything about that, evening knowing how dangerous it could be.
Now at nearly 164 years old, he did know better than to let such an unpredictable variable go. A good tactician knew that wild cards could spell disaster in the long run, and it was always better to be safe than sorry. Jasper was nothing if not a shrewd planner, but this time he knew he couldn't eliminate the threat.
Because even if Alice hadn't told him of Wren's existence the very first day they'd met, he'd have known what she was by the way she made his dead heart ache to beat again. They'd been surrounded by too many scents for him to notice at first without actively looking for her.
There had been too many scents, too many noises, and just over all too much for him to focus on for him to notice her when she'd first walked into the lunchroom, but once he'd heard her…
Once he'd heard her voice, soft and slightly raspy as she posed her innocent question about who he was, he'd been caught. She hadn't said anything more, but her acquaintances had spoken and against his usual behavior, he'd turned to look.
As soon as he'd pin pointed her location, he had been able to find her scent, and all of his carefully won control had been shot.
Wide eyes, an innocent face, and a scent so sweet it made his mouth water had triggered an instinct in him that he had never been aware of before…
And for the first time, he realized just why the love he felt from Carlisle and Esme was so intense. Why the emotions from Rosalie and Emmet when they were around each other trumped anything else.
Why Peter had been willing to forsake Maria for Charlotte, when the former had an entire army behind her.
He'd discovered what it felt like to find the other half of your soul, and before he could stop himself, he'd projected his need to simply claim her right then and there. Focused as he was, he'd been able to feel the second her mild curiousness had been flushed out in favor of the pure need he'd unintentionally projected, and he was ashamed at how easily having her project his own desire back at him had broken his control.
Afterwards, when he'd been able to clear his mind, he had been thankful that Emmet had managed to drag him out of the school and away before he tore apart everything between him and his mate.
While it had happened, though, he'd wanted to rip tear Emmet limb from limb and toss every piece into a blazing fire. As it was, Jasper had actually severed the other man's left arm, torn out a chunk of his neck, and broken off all of his fingers before he'd calmed down enough to realize what he was actually doing.
Jasper knew he should have felt more guilt for injuring his adopted brother… But the Major's pride prevented him from truly feeling bad. He had a reason, and no one got to man handle him like that and live. Emmet was lucky, and their entire family knew it if the way they'd been treating him for the last few days was anything to go by.
He'd worked hard to maintain his diet and temperament, but he'd ruined all of the trust he'd built with the Cullens in a matter of seconds, and they all knew it. There had been apprehension in their acceptance of him at first, but Alice had fixed that.
Alice, who he privately had considered his own guardian angel for some time, had showed them that he was not just the monster his history made him out to be. He was the God of War, yes, but he was also just Jasper. There was a man behind the madness, and it had even taken him a long time to realize that.
Some days, he was still realizing.
It was a process that required effort, and support, but he'd been well on his way. For years, it had been Alice who had guided him, and he had loved her for it.
In some ways, he still did.
She had shown him a new way out of his darkness, and had offered a light in her ever present happiness for him to focus on. She was his beacon, and his reason for continuing on some days, and he had loved her for it. He had fallen in love with her for it, and after they'd met, he'd been adamant in taking her for his mate.
He had seen that she loved him as well, but it hadn't been like he loved her.
For a while, that he'd been hurt over that, but he had understood.
From their very first day together, she'd warned him that he had something better coming. She'd warned that she was just the beginning of his happiness; of his personal peace. At the time, he hadn't been able to see beyond the peace that she offered him, but even there she had shown him his way.
While Alice had been his beginning, she could not be his end. She did, after all, have a mate of her own who she was determined to wait for.
After decades of being companions sharing time, space, and even intimacy when she was sure he understood that it could not last, he found himself adapting to the Cullen clan when it was time and all it had to offer him. It was then that he also realized that even if it had hurt him at first, Alice had been right in her choices.
A part of him ached for the fae like creature he'd come to love, but beside it was the part of him that was hollow in a way he hated.
And now, as he sat amongst children who were only just beginning their much shorter lives, he watched a girl with earth toned skin tap her pencil against her desk and wondered what exactly about her was meant to fill him in a way that Alice couldn't.
Wren was his, of that there was no denying, but he didn't know why. He had hardly said a word to her, and knew little more than her appearance and her name. Even from those things alone, he could safely say that she was nothing he'd expected.
Alice was already ecstatic for him, and it was only by his request that she hadn't yet tried to befriend her.
The rest of his family… were less enthused. They were afraid of him, which was something he'd spent years trying to prevent, but the truth was that fear of him would always be there, and for good reason. He would never be able to get rid of that, but he had managed trust, and more importantly, love. Those things where something he was only sure still existed because not only where his family afraid of him, but they were afraid for him.
At first, after Rosalie had calmed down slightly from her almost rampage at the sight of her own mate being nearly shredded, his Carlisle had been intent on the possibility of them moving. He had assumed that Wren was his singer, and while they still loved him, no one in his coven trusted him to resist temptation.
Honestly, he did not trust himself to do such a thing either.
It was only by Edward's assurance that Jasper didn't see the young girl as a meal that Jasper was even allowed back t school. Still, Carlisle had almost had one of his siblings transferred into the classes he shared with Wren to ensure nothing happened.
It was there Jasper had put his foot down, even knowing that it would not help him get back in their good graces.
He may have been willing to do whatever it took to maintain their life style and keep them safe, but he still had to do what was needed for himself as well.
Edward had confirmed his suspicions that Wren was withdrawn, and Jasper had figured that having another of his kind in the class would set off her instincts, and possibly keep her farther from him. The Major rebelled against that idea violently, and so Jasper had stood his ground.
While Carlisle may have served as his 'father', they still had an understanding that Jasper was his own man as well… And that if it ever came down to it, there would be no way for Carlisle to win even with his superior age.
So Jasper remained unaccompanied in his last two periods, his family remained in fear because of his rash actions, and he was left with a new mate and no idea what he wanted to do with her.
He knew what he should do, and he knew what fate had decided for him, but at the end of the day Jasper had worked hard to obtain the freedom to do what he wished, and he wasn't quite ready to let fate take that from him…
….and a part of him wasn't quite ready to let go of Alice either, even if she had never truly been his.
But he wouldn't completely reject what was put before him; he couldn't.
He would test the waters, even if it was something he wasn't sure if he could handle.
He would try and be this girl's friend, and perhaps figure out the will of his own heart along the way.
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Okay so here's the deal: I actually love Alice. I like Alice and Jasper. I love the idea of Soul mates and true mates and all that.
But I also like OC's. And I like different. And I really, really like to play with developing relationships.
I think that love takes time, and effort, and yeah some people can just do the 'love at first sight' thing, but Jasper isn't the same as Edward. Jasper was more mature, he had to be because of where life put him as a human. He always seemed just… More to me then Edward did. Edward was okay, and yeah I guess Bella worked for him, but not everyone can just go right into it. Not everyone can just be like 'wham, I'm gonna drop everything for u'
So that's not what this story is about. This story is about learning how to move on, learning what love is, and learning about the true meaning of forever.
This will follow the books, but it will also be an AU that focuses on Jasper, and Alice, and even Rosalie because I freaking love her.
I'm going to take the idea of 'True Mates' and run with it, twist it, and make it something we don't usually see in the Twilight fandom, so tell me what you think, and hopefully I'll be able to pull this through and you all will enjoy the ride.
