Two weeks. It had been two weeks and we had squat. No lead. No trail. No visions. No more warnings. No visits. Nothing. And it was beginning to piss me off. I spent more time remembering and living in the past that I had in a very long time. I didn't want to miss a single detail that could give us some sort of advantage. Carlisle and Edward weren't helping much as they were always asking questions and Edward reading into my mind to see if he could see anything I missed. Try as I might, I couldn't block the memories and thoughts of Lia seeping through either. He had yet to comment and since none of the family had said anything, I assumed he hadn't told them either. For that at least, I was grateful. Lord knows the last thing I wanted to talk about was my dead wife. I did not want the looks of pity or disgust or anger either. I had spent my entire immortal life in fits of those emotions. I did not want to relive them. Hell if I had my way, I would rip those memories out and burn them. Well…maybe not all of them. The night before I left was pretty damn perfect. Edward grimaced and I chuckled. Serves you right asshole. I gritted my teeth as said brother started the piano again. He had his own damn house why the hell was he here?! As if to be piss me off even more, he played louder. The smug bastard. I should go over there at slap the music right outta him. I growled under my breath. I was too tense to on edge. We needed information. We needed a plan. Hell, I would take a damn visit from that bloody woman again if it meant we got somewhere other than standing around with our fingers up our arses, combing through my memories in a hope something sticks out. So far it just made me more and more pissed. I didn't like having the bloody things in my head to begin with let alone having to explain them and relive them. If I had to explain Maria's way of life one more fucking time I will explode…or kill someone in frustration.
"He's just nervous." Esme ran her hand across my shoulders. It was a habit of hers when she thought I was to tense. I had to admit, although never out loud, it was incredibly soothing. It reminded me of my own mother doing the same thing when I was sick. Lia as well.
"There aint nothing to be nervous about! We don't even know if this information that that damn woman gave us was factual!" I growled.
"What does your gut say?" Esme asked softly. I sighed and rubbed my face. Being around these damn humans was rubbing off on me.
"That was she tellin the truth." I growled out. And she was. I couldn't get a read on her emotions which was nothing I had experienced before. It unnerved me to be honest. But I also didn't get any ill feelings towards myself or my family. She had even admitted that she was not here to hunt Bella or hurt any of us. Just to simply warn us. But why?
"Well your gut has never lead us wrong before Jasper." Esme said softly continuing to rub my shoulders soothingly. "Do you honestly believe that this woman is a threat?"
"No." I sighed again. "I don't know why but I really believe she was just trying to warn us. Although she could have been less mysterious about it."
"Some men like an air of mystery around a woman." Esme smiled.
"Indeed we do. Unless it's in the form of a warning then the more information you can give us, the better." I chuckled. Alice came tearing into the room, eyes wide.
"We are about to have visitors." She announced. Instantly my family was in the room and ready for battle.
"Details." I demanded.
"I only got a brief look but there's two of them and they are heading this way."
"Any indication on when?" Edward asked. Alice shook her head. ?
"It was truly only a brief…" her sentenced was cut off by a loud knock. I frowned. Surely anyone wanting to cause us harm wouldn't knock? Unless it was a diversion tactic to throw us off. Esme looked at me.
"Should I answer it?" It made me feel a little bit smug knowing that she was asking me what to do. I looked over at Edward and nodded. He was to reach out and read the minds of our guests. I then looked to Emmett and Rosalie and tilted my head to the stairs. They nodded. They needed to be on higher ground. They scampered up the stairs and got into a defensive stance. Edward was frowning.
"There's a lot of pointless noise." He murmured.
"Explain." I was in battle mode again. No time for useless words and flatteries. Or manners apparently judging by the small frown of disapproval I received from Esme.
"Trumpets. All I am getting from them is laughter and trumpets." He frowned again and then grimaced.
"What are you hearing son?" Carlisle asked.
"Jasper."
"What?" I barked.
"All I am hearing is Jasper in…compromising positions." The family frowned and turned to me. Compromising positions? What the hell kind of sick twisted…. A barking laughter rippled through me. Oh that son of a bitch.
"Jasper?" Alice asked softly laying a hand on my arm. I smiled at her before whistling Rosalie and Emmett down.
"I know who is at the door." I said before making my way to said door. I flung it open to reveal the last two people I expected to see any time soon. Standing there wearing an odd outfit of jeans, a checker shirt and the most ridiculous bright red cowboy boots stood my very best friend and brother, Peter. The beautiful red head next to him smirked and winked before waving her dainty fingers at me. The relief I got from seeing them was instant and washed over me like a warm blanket. It had been far too long since I had seen my kin. The bastard smirked up at me from underneath his cowboy hat that thankfully didn't match his boots.
"Had a funny feeling you might be needin my help brother." He said. "You gonna let us in or not?"
Sorry this one took me so long to get out. I couldn't work out how to end it.
Good news is that I have a few more chapters up my sleeve so it shouldn't be that long between chapters again.
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