Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination.
If every living thing dies alone,
what am I doing here?
Jasper
The rest of lunch was spent talking about nonsensical things. We both avoided bringing up what happened and the rest of the day was easy.
The rest of the week followed that pattern. Easy classes and a basic conversation during lunch before we parted ways.
Tomorrow was the last day of her first week, and while she wouldn't need me, Isabella would still be my tiny shadow.
According to her, I was the only person in Forks, besides one other, so far that didn't piss her so I was stuck with her.
With her being my mate, I wasn't too upset about that. We got along perfectly and her very presence in the same room as my family pissed off the women and that made me happier than ever.
My phone rang from my nightstand and I stood from my piano and went over to it.
I was currently at one of the many houses I owned that my family didn't know about. I needed time away from the fuckery that was the house and if I hadn't left, Rosalie would be missing teeth.
Let's cause a little trouble. –Isa
What exactly do you mean by that? –Jay
Pick me up and you'll see. –Isa
I'm terrified of you. –Jay
I'll be there in 10. –Jay
I quickly replaced my old sweats with a pair of broken in jeans and pulled a shirt over my head.
I drove over to her house easily and as I went to get out, she ran out the door. She jumped in my truck and slammed the door behind her.
"Drive."
I raised a brow but did as she said.
"Problem?" I drawled lightly.
"Charlie is shit faced like usual." She huffed and pulled the hair tie from my hair. "I'm not in the mood to be a punching bag tonight."
"Where are we going?" I asked, ignoring her statement because I knew she wanted me to.
Her emotional cocktails were always more telling than her actual words and with all the time we've spent together this week, we've become well aware of certain things.
Like how she never left the house without her black hoodie and her obsession with good lemonade. Also how she never seemed to eat and how she always left the house without a hair tie.
"Leave it." She said as I started to pull my hair in a bun at a stoplight. "And Seattle."
I rolled my eyes but left my hair alone. "Anywhere in particular, princess?"
"Any piercing shop."
I glanced at her and found her playing with the ends of her ponytail. I shrugged and did as she asked.
When we arrived, I followed her into the building. She got her nose pierced and after she paid, we drove around the town.
"Ready to go?" I asked softly as we sat in an empty field next to my truck.
She rolled onto her stomach and glanced at me. She started to talk but stopped when she noticed my chain.
She reached over and hesitated just before touching it.
I nodded her permission and she ran her finger under the chain. The half of flame swung around and fell against my chest.
She gasped and sat up. She dropped the chain and pushed her hair over her shoulder. She reached under her hoodie and pulled out her own necklace. She moved closer to me and leaned down. Her hair created a curtain around us and blocked out the moonlight that was our only source of light.
She held a finger to her lip before she snapped and a small flame appeared at the end of her finger. I tensed slightly, more worried about her burning her hair than I was about her burning me.
She rolled her eyes and held the finger against her hair and against my chest. Neither things burned but I rolled my eyes in response.
She refocused her attention to the halves of the flame and moved even closer. She grabbed my chain and held it up next to hers.
"Did you know?" she asked quietly.
"That you had the other half? No." I answered just as quietly. "I wouldn't keep that from you."
In the last week, Isabella had easily become my best friend. There were very few secrets between us but the ones that were left were huge. On both ends.
She watched me intently before focusing on the chains again. She moved the halves closer together. She moved slowly and meticulously as she put the two halves together.
They were a perfect fit but I knew that already. Isabella's phone rang and she pulled away, my chain popping in the process.
"Sorry." She said distractedly as she looked at her phone.
I brushed her off and detached the broken chain from the permanently bonded flame.
I played with her hair as she focused on her phone. She tapped my leg and slid her phone into my hand.
What the fuck Isabella? –Peter
Watch your fucking tone.
Sorry ma'am. Who is it?
Jasper Whitlock ring any bells?
My maker. Your mate is my maker?
Clearly you were well aware. For exhibit A please refer to your first message of the night.
"You know Peter?"
"Do you know Greek mythology?" she asked, pulling her hair from my grasp.
I nodded and she got comfortable next to me.
"Hermes?"
"Messenger of the gods."
"Aphrodite?"
"Goddess of love, beauty and sexuality."
"Last one. Ares?"
I rolled my eyes. "God of war."
She giggled softly. "Yeah Peter spilled. Anyway, how many people do you know can do this?"
She pushed her hair behind her shoulder and titled her head up to the sky. She moved closer to me and slid her legs over mine. She planted her hand on the floor and took a deep breath.
Seconds later, we were surrounded by a low circle of fire. She lifted her hands and the flames grew just a bit taller.
She opened her eyes and looked at me intently.
Just like her first day at school, I lost all control of my physical being.
"Be a doll and touch that flame." She said. Her voice was the loudest it's been all night and I was compelled to listen to her.
As my hand got closer to the ring of fire, the flames got hotter.
"Stop."
I stopped just short of the flame and then it disappeared. I regained control and glared lightly at her.
"I know I'm sorry and I'll stop doing it." she said quickly.
"What is the point to all of this?" I asked softly.
"Before I could walk correctly, I've been a ballerina." She started. "Yes this is relevant so you're going to listen."
I rolled my eyes but nodded at her.
"So before I could walk correctly, I've been dancing. When I was around four or five, my mom forgot about me. Not getting into it, just know Renée is the root of all of my life problems and Charlie doesn't subtract anything. Back to four or five. I stayed at the studio for five hours before walking home. There was a shit ton of alleys down the main street and this particular night was dark.
"I was about two minutes away from the house when three people, literally, dropped from the sky. Now to a normal four year old, that'd be either really cool or really scary. I felt nothing. I was hungry and sleepy and sore. So I was really polite and asked them to move. Clearly they didn't."
She lifted her arms and pulled up her sleeves. On her right arm there were two very obvious, at least to vampire eyes, vampire bites. On her left there was a singular bite.
"Victoria, James and Laurent." She said quietly. "Peter happened to be roaming around and came across them. He fought them and won. Then he used a bit of venom and healed me.
"When I was 13, I was already pretty invested in an eating disorder, depression and self-harm. So when Irina came about, I was happy to see her. I wanted to die as it was, and I figured why not. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I guess depending how you look at it, Peter was being a stalker. I'm a naturally overly aware person so having him stalk me every day was bothersome but I was aware and just let him do his thing.
"Irina disagreed with his methods but it took her eight years to find me. When she did, Peter was ready and he ended her before she could do anything. Ever since then, Peter has been around and stalking me."
"Where is he now?"
"Just before I left to come here, I made him promise he'd leave me alone. He'd been following me since I was four. I just needed to be alone for a bit. I'm sure he'll be showing up again soon enough."
"And Greek mythology has what to do with this?"
She beamed at me happily. "Finally, my favorite part."
She pulled at my hand as she stood and I let her pull me off the ground. I stood in front of her and she walked about arm's length away.
"Besides the obvious, why did you change him?" she asked loudly. "You could've changed anyone else, why him?"
"He was annoying and I figured if he was annoying as a human, he could bother the fuck out of some vampires and he'd become someone else's problem."
"Exactly. And what happened?"
"He got stuck as my problem."
"His gift though, what it is?"
I looked at her intently. I sighed and answered her question. "He knows shit. Everything all the time."
"Remind me again, Hermes?"
It clicked as I answered her. "Messenger of the gods."
"Know all, tell as much as necessary." Isa smirked.
She stepped back another arm's length and I stayed where I was.
"My turn." She said playfully. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Absolutely." I said honestly. "The prettiest girl in the world."
She tossed her hair. "Thanks. But, because of her beauty, other gods feared that their rivalry over Aphrodite would interrupt the peace among them and cause war. Because of this Zeus married her to Hephaestus, who, because of his ugliness and deformities, wasn't seen as a threat. She had many a lovers but the most well-known was?"
She trailed off and once again, in her weird way, Isabella suddenly made all the sense in the world.
"Ares." I whispered.
"Bingo." She said as she moved back yet another arm's length. "Do you wanna tell it or should I?"
"Let's hear it." I said leaning against my truck.
She sat crossed-legged where she was and started. "The most long standing and significant of all of Aphrodite's lovers was Ares. One night, as Helios hitched up his golden chariot of the sun, he saw the lovers in Ares' palace. When Helios told Hephaestus, the smith god forged an unbreakable bronze net and secretly attached it to the posts and sides of his bed. Then he bid Aphrodite adieu, saying he was going to relax on Lemnos for a while.
"As soon as he had gone, Aphrodite sent for Ares. When the morning came, Hephaestus walked in and found the two ensnared in the net. The cuckolded god quickly gathered all the other gods at his bedside to witness the shame of the naked, helpless couple and to heap ridicule upon them."
"Amazing." I said softly.
She was an amazing story teller, although she didn't completely finish the whole story.
The sun peaked over the top of the trees as she came to me.
"Well, my tiny Aphrodite, we have school today." I said pushing her hair behind her ear. "This means, you need to get home and get dressed and I should do the same."
She pouted but nodded. "Fair enough, my Ares."
I rolled my eyes at the name. I would tell her exactly how it came about later in life; just like I'm sure she'd explain more about her eating disorder that she easily skipped over.
I dropped her off and made my way back to my cabin.
Tonight was surprisingly interesting.
A/N: Another chapter is done! Hopefully this version is better and easier to keep up with.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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