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Ok, well, hey, I though ! made you guys wait long enough.... so here's the next chap.
Also, i have another story that I'm working on right now, it's called Letters to Nanticoke, it's another Alice and Jasper story, so go cheak it out!
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Eventually he came down for his laughing high and spoke, "No," he said between gasps.
"No, what?" I asked, generally confused. My mind had gone completely blank. More or less the entire time he was laughing I was trying my best to pinpoint why my thighs felt like jell-o and why my heart was pounding so much……
I hadn't figured it out.
"No, to your question." he whispered, his face still pale but smiling slightly.
"What ques-" then I remembered and more blood rushed into my face, "Oh…"
He smiled and closed his eyes, "We don't marry our cousins down south…" his brow furrowed and he tagged on at the end, "generally."
"Generally?" I asked, "Well, what's that supposed to mean?"
"There are always exceptions, right?" his voice seemed to be almost mute.
"Well… Yeah, I suppose so…" I saw his hair move slightly as I spoke and suddenly realized how close I was to his face.
"I don't think you would really…" he took a shaky breath, "call this marrying your cousin, but…"
Now I was really confused, what was he talking about? I was having trouble following his train of thought. Could the pain be driving him mad?
I glanced again at his bloody body and found that it could be a more than plausible idea.
There was silence for a short time then he spoke, "My friend Peter," he closed his eyes and I could have sworn a look of longing passed over his face, "Listen," he said grabbing my hand now with more force, "If he comes…." He winced as he took another breath, "Comes here….don't" his head shook form one side to the other slightly, and he stared at me.
"Don't what?" I asked, trying to goad him to finish his sentence. I squeezed his hand back.
"Don't let him die," He looked me dead in the eye and it took my breath away and made my throat go dry. It was pleading and commanding in the same note. And it scared me.
His eyes pierced mine and I could feel his hand start to shake slightly. He opened his mouth in what I thought was an attempt to speak but then closed it and let his head fall back onto his pillow. He whispered something that I didn't catch, and then said it again.
Staring at the ceiling he continued to chant the words over and over again and again. Leaning in closer I found that he was repeating the same words…
"Dear God, please, please, God please….please, Lord, please, please…dear…"
Eventually his pleading got so soft that I could only watch his lips quiver as he repeated his silent chant.
The warmth between my legs disappeared when I looked into his eyes and saw the desperation lying there. It made me shake with him and the cold feeling of the boulder returned and this time, sank lower than it had before.
"Shh…Shh… it's ok… it's alright…" I moved my thumb across the back of his hand, and continued to croon. "I promise…" I was grasping at straws at this point, "If he comes I'll take care of him…" I squeezed his hand so he would realize what I had said.
His lips ceased to quiver and he looked back to me, his eyes as wide as the swelling on his face would allow them to go. The glazed blue in his eye focused in a single corner until enough water gathered and spilled over the rim of his golden lashes. It glided down his cut and swollen cheek and dripped off onto his pillow only to be instantly absorbed.
Without thinking I reached my hand out to cup the side of his face while still keeping a tight grip on his other trembling hand. At first he winced away for the pain and I chided myself for being so stupid as to place my hand on the maimed side of his face, but before I could pull it away, his hand wrapped around mine holding it to its place on his cheek. I felt his head lull to the side slightly and press back into my hand.
"You're warm…" he whispered and I saw his shoulders shake a bit, whether it was from shock and blood loss or fear I did not know.
"You're cold," I noted, and it was true. His skin felt like ice compared to mine and it frightened me.
He exhaled slightly and I felt the muscles in his hand relax a bit so it drooped.
"Yeah," he breathed, and taking a deep breath continued, "An' I bet I'll be" another breath, "a lot colder soon…" his lips twitched.
My insides seemed to shutdown, and my ribcage close in, constricting my lungs. "I- I didn't- I …" but he didn't hear me, and if he did he made no notice of my words.
The muscles in both his hands went slack and his head drooped heavily on my palm, his cold sucking the warmth from my sweating hand.
For the longest time I though him to be unconscious, heading closer to death, but every time I tried to muster the will the lift my hand from his body it was as if suddenly iron shackles were fettered to my arms and I could not move them.
When more time elapsed then I could count he spoke. "I keep…thinking…" at this point only his lips quivered, his jaw didn't even move other than the slight shivering of his body. "Tha' I'll… wake up…" his eyes fluttered but didn't fully open.
There was another pause and I watched his still form and traced small abstract lines into his chilled skin.
"Tha's not gonna' happen…" I could just barely make out the words as he spoke them, "is it…?" I saw a shred of blue-purple staring at me out of a slit in his eye, and the calm was back again, the ocean had ceased its rolling tumult behind his lids.
There was peace and acceptance once more.
I felt my whole body start to quiver and my voice cracked as I spoke, "no…" it was a whisper not much more powerful then his, and I found I could say no more, another rock lodged itself in my throat and refused to move and the pressure built in my chest.
The moisture gathering behind my eyes blurred my vision and I felt my jaw tremble slightly. That look, that single harmonious look brought enough pain to me it was as if it cleaved flesh from my bone. A soft ripping sound sputtered from between my lips and my shoulders shook uncontrollably, my face twisted in to some unattractive shape and I felt the branding of tears scurry down my cheeks turning this way and that, catching at the dent by my nose and merging together to make one rolling drop of salt and water.
This time there was no hand to comfort me, to stroke the tears away and so they came like a strange hiccupping rain shower, just with no rainbow at the end. After some time his eyelids drooped, too heavy to hold up any longer, and covered the azure ocean beneath them, which was now calm and unmoving…still and silent…
Another shiver traveled up my back and I hunched forward more and let the tears come unabashed…
No movement came from his now still body and I couldn't help but let out a small whimper as an incomparable pain shattered through my chest. After a time of trying, I couldn't find the strength to lift myself back up again. It was like a massive hand had reached into me and wrenched out all of my support, all of my willingness, my hope…
I just lied there, crumpled inside, and wondered if this was what it felt like to die, this unbelievable aching that consumed you… was this what it felt like?
If so I think I would gladly welcome death, the pain was horrid, yes, but at least there would be a way out… a way to end it all…
There was a murmur beside me and the hope that he could still be alive acted as a makeshift plug to the pain, and the feeling was wonderful, uplifting, like a great yolk had been lifted from my shoulders.
"Alice…?" his eyes were still closed, and his word sounded more like a breath then actual speaking, but at this point, screw it all… he was alive.
Hope you liked that one, it wasn't one of my favorite chapters, but hey, Also I have something to ask of ya'll, and if your mind's not made up right now, then you can answer to it later, but, would you guys like to see what Jasper's family is going through while this whole thing is taking place? - I'm telling you now, his adopted parents are Esme and Carlisle, and Rose is his twin.... so just tell me what you thinK... ok?
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