Here's the chapter you've all been waiting for (hopefully)! Jasper heads off to Mississippi! Jasper and Alice should be meeting around chapter five or six. So only a chapter or two till some "happiness" comes into their horrible lives.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Fun Fact of the Day: In Mississippi, there is a place called "Newton." Directly below it is a place known as "Jasper." There is also a town called "Houston," which along with "Jasper" is also located in the state of Texas. There is also a place called "Brandon" located in Mississippi, not to far from "Jasper," which was originally going to be the name of a street directly opposite of "Hale," but was instead named something else that had to do with the Civil War; a specific battle fought the year Jasper was turned into a vampire. (Talk about irony.)
Chapter Four
They were coming. Clothed in black, wide red eyes, and a wicked mouth turned up in a cruel smile, they approached. They killed everyone in sight, the cool blood of the dead now filling the life of the young ones.
They were coming. They didn't know where they were going, but they new what they were going for. They knew their mission. They knew their duty was to kill; to murder the life and soul, and then to quench the life and thirst of the young ones.
They were coming.
Jasper Hale
"Attention all flight 42701 passengers, attention all flight 42701 passengers. Flight 42071 to Mississippi is now boarding. Take off in half an hour." The mechanical sound of a woman speaking into the loud speaker rang in Jasper's ears, an unfortunate reminder that he would be permanently leaving his family in the time span of only a few months, maybe a year if he was lucky. He was to be disowned; only for reasons that his father lost a large amount of money and had to relocate across the country.
Mr. Hale picked up his two suitcases and started weaving through the mess of people to the boarding area for their flight. Jasper trudged slowly behind, his two bags suddenly seeming much heavier. Sighing, Jasper pushed through the heavy crowd of would have most likely gotten lost if it weren't for his enormous height. He ignored the many people pushing past him to get to their flights, some of which shouted angry words at his sluggish like movements.
The line was rather short; apparently not to many people were interested in heading off to Mississippi, not that Jasper was surprised. A woman who looked like an older, slightly plumper version of Rosalie stood just ahead of him, once again reminding him of his selfish but occasionally kind sister. A short, stocky man, who looked to be in his late thirties collected Jasper and his father's tickets, handing the four suitcases to the luggage carrier as he did it. Jasper trudged slowly behind his father, wanting to remember every bit of his hometown before walking onto the wretched plane. He would miss it all -- the houses, the shopping centers, the people, the plants, the schools, even the hot, humid, weather that was often the cause of his painful sunburns.
"You need some time alone, son?" Jasper whirled his head around, his blond curls in a messy disarray. His father stood a few feet ahead of him, a somewhat skeptical look on his plump face. His eyes were strained and bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept in days. Jasper felt a small hint of sympathy for his father, but that immediately disappeared once he remembered why he was going to Mississippi in the first place. He nodded, handed his carry on to his father, and walked back down the hallway to the airport. "Be back within the next fifteen minutes!" Mr Hale called.
The mess of people had cleared slightly -- a majority of them had either left or boarded their planes--leaving more room for Jasper to settle down and think. The ticket master strapped a dark purple paper bracelet on his wrist, signifying he had already given in his ticket. Jasper sent him a polite but forced smile in return, before heading down the near empty hallway and to the front doors.
Once outside, a faint smile broke across Jasper's face. He was still upset at the fact that he was being disowned and his fiancee had left him, but a small part of him was happy that all this had happened. It was almost as if an old bondage had been broken; like the ropes has been torn away and the person they held set free. It was warm and relaxing, but at the same time a faint hatred fueled in his mind, though he was unsure of the source. Jasper ignored the strange but somewhat comforting feeling and checked his watch, setting the timer so it would give him enough time to get back to the airport and board his plane.
Jasper walked down the sidewalk, taking a different path through an alleyway rather than continuing into the rural areas of Houston, Texas. He had taken the path only once or twice before, each a day or so before his family had taken him out of the country. Usually a calm and relaxed person, at the time Jasper wasn't at all worried about the trip, or what the causes of it would be. He mind remained focused on duller, less important, things in life. Friends, toys, and ice cream were the only things that mattered at that time so many years ago; the only things he cared for.
The wind blew softly, brushing Jasper's curly, blond locks out of his blue eyes, signifying a small but violent storm would be hitting would be hitting the Texas area within a few hours. A cloud was slowly beginning to darken several miles away, in the exact direction the plane was heading. Nearly all the birds had settled down in their homes, leaving only the cicadas to growl loudly in the hot, summer weather. The storm couldn't come soon enough, much to Jasper's dismay, and it wouldn't be delaying the flight. Changing the flight route was the only thing that would allow him to relax a few moments more.
Beep, beep! Beep, beep! As if on cue, Jasper's watch rang loudly throughout the air, echoing in the nearly empty alleyway, and startling any animals within hearing range. He quickly silenced the watch, trying to revel in the last moments of silence he would receive in the next few months. It would be tough, moving to a new state so far away from his hometown, but at this moment he was prepared for anything. Jasper ran quickly down the alley and the two blocks to the airport, taking in his last few minutes of Texas air and freedom before boarding the dreaded plane.
He didn't expect to fall in love.
Alice Brandon
Miserable. Revolting. Horrid. Awful. Horrible. Repulsive. Cruel. Abominable. There were more than a million synonyms to describe this wretched place, and each one would fit more than perfect in description. This included the blue and yellow paper that was sent out to everyone in the asylum -- including the guards -- that stated visitors were to be coming next week for observations and studies. Several other new people had signed up for guards, most of them taking the night shift, as the children were more frightened and likey not to escape at night. It was obvious that James himself belonged in the asylum for not having a brain and acting like the idiot he is to everyone who was willing to pay him.
Alice chuckled dryly to herself, and for the first time in weeks, a smile -- even if it was barely there -- crossed her petite face, which was now pale and bone thin. Having been fed only a small slice of bread and a teacup's worth a water, Alice was surprised she hadn't already starved to death. The weird guard -- Laurent -- was rather gullible and was easy to trick, instantly giving Alice access to more food. The visions were also helpful; when a guard fell asleep or left their post, Alice could use the chance to peak out the tiny window -- having to stand on the bench -- and get a glimpse of what was going on.
It was what a typical outsider would call "normal." The outside area of the asylum was, indeed, normal enough to pass, but that was really all people used to interpret what went on inside. To an outsider, the inside could've even been considered nice; it had furniture, it was decently cleaned, a few portraits were hung on there otherwise bare walls. The point of view changed completely when someone was an insider rather than an outsider. An insider would hate everything about this place; the look, the treatment, the people, even the smell. It would not in the least bit be considered normal.
Alice looked at the yellow and blue paper James had sent out yesterday, squinting in the darkness to see the black words printed on it. The faintest bit of light filtered into the room, almost seeming to make the most "important" words stand out. "With all the people we are trying to protect and care for in our building" -- it didn't escape Alice that James was careful not to use the term 'asylum' -- "we are in need of more workers; more people who are willing to save the lives of those possessed and in need of our help." Alice scoffed, crumpling up the paper of lies and tossing it to the corner of the room.
A small part of it was true -- the asylum wasin need of more workers, in James' opinion at least -- but it was almost completely for the opposite reason. A day or two ago -- Alice was still unsure of the time, or even whether it day or night -- a twenty seven year old woman had escaped because they had only two guards guarding one section; a total of twenty rooms. There was also the fact that there were several other younger children, a majority of them between the ages of five and eight, and it was getting harder and harder to control them. Alice had been all but forgotten in all the commotion of the new arrivals.
"Mommy! Please don't make me go! I'll be good; I promise!" One of the heartbreaking visions Alice had recently seen was of a young girl, maybe six or seven years old, who was given up by her aunt and uncle because she claimed to hear voices in my head. The sad thing was that few to none of the people in here actually had something wrong with them -- they were just gifted, and apparently a majority of the people on this Earth couldn't accept that, instead ready to give up their own children. To say the least, Alice was elated when she found out the young girl's aunt had fallen down the concrete stairs and twisted her ankle, the bone nearly snapping in half in the process. It wasn't exactly something you could avoid laughing about, even in a place like this.
Unfortunately, this had instantaneously brought back the painful memories of Alice's childhood when her visions had nearly killed someone, causing them to end up in the hospital for several months. Her mother and father had locked her in the closet for hours, only letting her out for food. It was a rare time when Alice actually considered her visions a gift, and now was most definitely not one of them. They were more often than not considered a curse; encasing her to this horrid life of nothingness. This life of cruelness and emptiness she was trapped in; destined to die in this awful place.
She didn't expect to fall in love.
I would like to give a big thank you to my friend LilyPadADV for beta-ing this chapter. She's awesome.
Did anyone else hear that's Stephenie Meyer started rewriting Midnight Sun? Somebody, confirm it for me and I'll give you a preview! I need to know!
Good songs to listen to: Amazing by Janelle. It fits Edward and Bella's relationship perfectly. At the Beginning (With You) is perfect for Jasper and Alice. Love Game is perfect for Rosalie and Emmett.
How should Jazz and Al's relationship start? Love at first site or mild interest in one another? Seriously, if I don't get answers to this question, I might not be able to continue.
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