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You Promised Forever
A/N: This story was adopted from I-Have-A-Dark-Side. I will be revising some of the chapters before finishing it. We both hope that you enjoy the story! Read and Review!
Chapter 7: A Hero
(Bella's POV)
He slid down onto the bench opposite of me before handing me a cup of coffee as he slid his fine ass forward on the wooden bench with a small smile on his pale pink lips.
We had arranged after a few brief text that meeting up was the way to go, like old friends catching up over a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, of course I was the only one going to be drinking and eating anything, but still, it's the same principle.
"You look good." He said out of nowhere as he laughed shakily.
"Thanks, I don't always look like a hooker." I said playfully causing him to smile softly, but I could see a hint of concern and a flash of burning anger in his eyes behind his smile.
He didn't say anything; he turned his head to gaze out the window. I sipped the scorching coffee slowly, cursing the reason why everything seemed to be so tense, so forced all of a sudden when everything seemed to flow so much easier the other night. Sure, the conversation wasn't an easy thing to talk about, but at least things didn't seem so awkward between us.
"Why?" he said suddenly with his head whipping round to face me, his red eyes on fire with questions and a hint of anger.
My eyebrows creased in confusion as I played with the cardboard cup holder that kept you from burning your hands."Why what?"
"Why do you do that to yourself? Why work there of all places? Why degrade yourself? You're worth so much more than that...than them." He said with such passion that I was momentarily shocked. I never had seen Jasper show such strong emotions about something before.
"It's hard to explain" I said with a sigh as I looked down at my hand that was still fiddling with the card board.
"Try," he pressed in the same passionate tone.
I pushed my hand through my long curly hair, knowing that saying what was going to be said next would cause me mental and emotional pain. Retelling these stories always left me with shaken up that way, it's unavoidable.
I licked my lips and swallowed before I began, "I was a mess and Pins took me in and gave me a purpose. It might not seem like much to you, but some of them are really good people and it gave me a purpose rather than hiding in my apartment. I would be a lot worse off if not for that place, Jasper. You have no idea how bad I was. You can't always judge others by their outward appearances." I sighed.
He must have noticed me fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve before he asked the inevitable question. "The scars?"
"Yeah, they were made before I found Pins, just after I left La Push. It got too much; the pain, the tears. I wanted it to end right then, but something was always holding me back; a tether of some sort, though I have no idea what it has on the other end. Everything was unbearable and I was just so fed up of being broken, abandoned." I brought the steaming cup of coffee to my lips and sipped, cursing slightly as it burned my tongue.
"What happened... in La Push?" I shakily drew in breath at his question, knowing that the question was bound to come up, but I was nowhere near ready to answer it. The pain started to return as it began battering at the walls that I've built for keeping it at bay.
My hand began to shake as I began to draw little designs on my jeans. "I can't... not yet... not now..." I shook my head.
"Ok, I'm sorry... come on, it's ok." He sounded a little panicked at my reaction and he moved and slide in beside me, wrapping me in his arms. I moved closer, leaning into his embrace. Again, it felt right, safe. I didn't feel the need to move away or cringe. I wanted to stay in his cold, yet oddly warm and soothing embrace.
"How do you do that?" He asked out of the blue, stumping me.
I looked up at him creasing my brows. "Do what?" I asked with confusion evident in my voice.
"You reel in your emotions. I've never felt anything like it before, it's like one minute I can feel everything that you're feeling and then the next, I can't feel anything." Frustration was etched onto his handsome face as well as lacing his tone. "If I couldn't see you, smell you or feel you right here next to me, I would never have known that you were there."
"Sorry," I muttered not entirely sure what to say or do, especially when I didn't realize that I had been doing anything in the first place.
"Don't be..." he tilted my face up slightly, my chin in his hand."...it's amazing, just unusual." He smiled softly, my stomach tightened a little and I couldn't help but wonder why he was having such an effect on me.
"I guess that's just me," I shrugged with a small smile, electing a small laugh out of him.
We sat there for a while, in perfect comfortable silence. I sipped my coffee and looked out the window now and then, glancing at him and smiling shyly when he caught me before looking back out the window again.
"Can I ask you something?" I murmured softly in a low questioning voice.
He looked down at me, tilting his head in wonder. "What is it darlin'?" His accent made my heart skip a beat,
"Why did you change your... diet?" His red eyes weren't scary, they were sort of beautiful in their own way, but I know how hard Jasper had fought to stay in control, to be a vegetarian; a Cullen.
"I got tired of fighting the need. I always knew that I was, am nothing like the Cullen's. I had a very different up bringing than they did, one that has left me with more of an urge, a need for blood. We can't always fight our desires, one of mine is human blood," he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "I've been taught to take human blood and not take no for an answer; not to care about the killing. I don't want to be a monster, but I was. Some may say that I still am, but I hope that I'm a better kind of monster now than I was before, if there is such a thing." He looked out at me from the corner of his eye as if he was trying to discretely check my reaction.
"I hunt the criminals, the ones that don't deserve to live and those who have taken life for their own pleasure. The ones that do it not because they need it to survive, but just because they like to see the kill and like the feeling of power of playing God." He looked tortured, his red eyes ablaze with emotions that scared and startled me.
"You're not a monster; you can't help what you are! You didn't ask for this life, but you making the best of it. You're like a hero riding the world of scum; a vigilante, if you will." I smiled slightly putting my hand on his tense arm he seemed to relax a little bit, but not a lot.
"Why do you always see the good in people? You make it sound as if I'm a city cop arresting villains instead of a vampire killing them. I know that you believe in what you're saying; you truly think I'm doing well. I can see it in your eyes and I can feel it... when you let me," he finished with a crooked grin, so much more appealing than Edwards.
I let his words sink in before answering, "I see the good in others, because it's better than seeing the bad. Too many look for the worst in people and I don't understand why. Maybe it makes them feel better about themselves of something, I don't know; I can't speak for others." I tilted my head sideways slightly gazing at him, "I don't think there is much bad to see in you anyway."
He scoffed at my statement; "You're wrong there, I have plenty of bad in me..." he seemed to drift off too though as if he was lost in thought.
"We often see the bad in ourselves, it's in everyone's nature, I think. We always see the ugly in ourselves and not the beauty. It's like we always remember our mistakes more than our achievements..." he had turned to me now, listening to me with his blood red eyes blazing, "... I can see pain, sadness and regret in you, but nothing bad, nothing evil." He gazed at me with some foreign emotion filling his red orbs. "I can also see something just below the surface. Even that part of you isn't evil; none of you is."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he didn't say anything. He only listened and let me continue to speak. "All men make mistakes, but only the wise men learn from them..." I smiled softly, tilting my head up slightly to look him in the eyes, "... whatever mistakes that you've made, I'm sure you've learned from them. I'm sure you wouldn't make those same ones again."
He chuckled slightly, it almost sounded nervous. "I thought you were like an open book. It seems that I'm more so..." he drifted off into his own world again, gazing out the same window that I had been looking out of just moments earlier.
"I've made many mistakes and I've done terrible things, more things than I care to admit. I might tell you someday ...but your right, I've learned from them. I would never be that man again, ever." His voice became harder, stronger with more conviction behind his words at the end and I had no choice but to believe him.
We lapsed into silence once again, my body leaning on his ever so slightly; we were like magnets. I liked the feel of him being close, his presence was comforting, soothing.
"Winston Churchill," he said out of the blue pulling me back to reality.
I quirked a brow, "Pardon?"
"Winston Churchill; you're 'all men who make mistakes, blah blah blah speech," he chuckled.
I raised my hands in surrender. "Alright, you caught me; I can't even make up my own pep talks." I said with a giggle behind my words; he chuckled again, though this time with a little more heart,
"I forgive you this time, but next time I want something original." He grinned.
"Yes sir," I saluted causing us both to lapse into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
Time flew by from then on and soon it was five and I had to head back to the apartment to start getting ready for work. A feeling of dread set in at the prospect of leaving him and I knew that he felt it. Apparently, I can't seem to control which emotions he does and doesn't feel.
"Hey, I'll be there tonight. The others are coming as well; they want to meet you again. I had to all but tie them up so that they wouldn't come here with me," a boyish grin graced his lips and I returned it with one of my own.
I placed a hand on his upper arm, "I'll see you tonight, then," I smiled.
"That you will, darlin'." He nodded and goose-bumps layered my arms as he moved forwards, his head tilted down towards mine. I felt his lips press against my right cheek and I wished that they would move a little to the left and down a bit and on to my now parted lips.
He chuckled, of course picking up on my accelerating heart beat and my obvious desire.
"See you tonight, Izzy," he murmured softly.
I walked home, a smile on my lips and a warm feeling in my heart.
"You're smiling!" Sarah exclaimed as I walked through the front door, startling me slightly from my day dreams.
"Yes, I am, aren't I?" I chuckled.
A/N: Someone's smitten! Let me know what you thought of their first meeting since the club?! What do you think will happen there later that night?
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