A/N:
1. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! I loved reading them. Special thanks go the amazing communities who have added this story their archives. Thank you so much! Please continue to review! :-)
2. I don't own Romeo and Juliet or Twilight, as despite having a fan club of one (thanks contygoldbarg) Stephanie Meyer - the real owner - refuses to write the epic tale "A Long-Winded Soppy Book About His Royal Hotness Jasper And His Soul Mate Alice, The Cutest Couple Ever!". Shame. Also there is a lot of swearing in this chapter so please be warned...
3. In a doomed attempt to achieve the impossible and make this very confusing chapter somewhat lucid I will try to make some things clear now: It has been shown throughout the last few chapters that Alice's presence has had a big effect on Jasper's schizophrenia, reducing it enormously. In response to the sudden immunity to it, the disease has progressed into Dissociative Identity Disorder (link to a site explaining DID in my profile) resulting in an alter-ego instead of mere auditory hallucinations. Please bare in mind while reading this - IT IS FANTASY! How else would you get a chapter narrated by an alter-ego and a pixie vampire? Thanks XD
Nightmare
APOV:
"I love you" I repeated.
A sense of fulfilment washed through me as he twitched.
I watched reverently, the flickering of his eyelids as copper-coloured eyes were revealed, scrunched up in agony as he attempted to speak.
"Ssh... I know, I know. It's alright, Jasper, I'm here. You just sleep, I'll be here. I'll always be here" I reassured him, tracing patterns in his skin as his eyes closed once more.
DarkJPOV:
Under the pretence of sleep I regarded her through deceptively closed lids, the bitch lying next to us, her short black hair sticking up against the hard pillow as she stared at Jasper's catatonic form while he remained distracted by the dark daydreams I created to entertain him, leaving his dormant and somewhat homicidal sub-personality in control of this weak body. I looked at the slut that had ruined everything for me. Within a second of laying eyes on her, Jasper had transformed for an obedient naive soldier to a pussy-whipped bitch.
He risked our life, undertaking surgery without painkillers or any of that other shit so he could make puppy eyes at his bitch for a second longer. He had disobeyed a direct order from Maria in letting the bomb be removed voluntarily and allowing our organisation to be compromised.
He would have to be punished.
But so would she.
After all, she was the one who changed him, made him see the fucking light. Before her face burned its way into Jasper's scarred mind, poisoning it with the image of the tiny tosser Jasper found so enthralling, he was my unknowing slave. Before her sodding voice infiltrated his senses I had a body at my disposal – quite an achievement as I was not born with it. She was the one who forced me to grow and evolve into a sub-personality. I was happy as a hallucination.
If I acted now, moving quickly and quietly under the cover of darkness the way I spread like a cancer through Jasper's mind, I could kill the slut before anyone could do anything to stop me. And the last image her golden eyes would process would be me grinning up at her from inside her loves body as I squeezed the trigger on the Glock-17 complete with silencer stashed in amongst my things at the end of the bed. It would have made more sense to use a handgun but how was I supposed to get that past airline security – let alone Jasper.
But the result would be the same – the whore would die and then I would watch as Jasper tears himself apart. It would take under a minute to turn this cosy scene into the finale of Romeo and Juliet.
Are we calling characters? Dibs on Nursie.
But if the girl was the villain, surely it made more sense to kill Jasper and let her do the pining. Jasper would be even easier to kill – it would practically be suicide. And it would be a fitting punishment for Jasper's treason – to lie, completely helpless and watch as his own hands suffocated him as his bitch desperately tried and failed to save him, to spend his final moments hating his love for not being able to save him.
In killing her, I would be killing Jasper. But in killing Jasper I would be killing her. Decisions, decisions.
His bitch, I decided after a moment's contemplation; if only because she was better looking. If I was going to have the bodies of my victims haunt me forever I'd rather have the hot slut stalking me than the pining dipshit.
Maybe I should kill the other slags in the family as well? Create myself a posse of hot hoes to entertain me in the next life? And if that posse included Rosie or whatever the fuck the blond slut was called, then so much the better. Her tits....
Stop. Focus, I chastised myself. I couldn't get distracted now.
I had a mission.
But first, I needed the bitch to go to sleep. If I rushed this and failed in my attempt at retribution there would – quite literally – be hell to pay. No, I would bide my time and wait before I acted.
I lay perfectly still on the cold bed and watched, inwardly smirking as the bitches eyes closed slowly as she wrapped a cold hard arm around our body. Her touch felt strange – the smooth feel of a gravestone, trapping me.
Slowly not wanting to wake fucking sleeping beauty, I writhed and squirmed beneath her unrelenting arm that bound us tightly to her side. Abandoning all attempts at subtlety I pushed, straining in her iron embrace. Who was this chick – a wrestler? And why the hell couldn't I get out?
Suddenly, I felt my body twitch. Silently I grabbed a discarded pillow and leaned over until I was hovering over his bitch. It was a pity, I thought as I prepared to descend, that there would be no blood; I had imagined my murder groupies to be naked save for some bloodstained rags. They would have been easier on the eyes.
I clamped the pillow down suddenly, pushing the white cotton into the cavities of the nose and mouth. Amber eyes flickered open, but they were calm and tranquil – there was no trace of the panic or fear I craved.
My leg gave another involuntary twitch. Motherfucker. Why did he have to wake up now?
Damn.
Losing control.
Shit.
Numbness everywhere.
Fuck.
Can't move...
APOV:
The course of true love never did run smooth.
But how twisted could a course get and still arrive at the intended destination? The question haunted me.
Because my private world of shadows and maybes, which had been illuminated for years by the promise of Jasper, now showed my love, with the shine of darkness clouding his tawny eyes attempting to kill me.
He was standing over me, gun placed in the centre of my forehead...
Mist, swirling shadows, blurred ghosts.
Changes.
He was leaning on the edge of the bed for support as he pulled the trigger, a loud bang...
Mist, swirling shadows, blurred ghosts.
Changes.
He was leaning on the edge of the bed for support, screwing a silencer to the barrel...
Mist, swirling shadows, blurred ghosts.
Changes.
Now.
My extended hearing recognized Edward's explanation of alter-egos and dormant personalities but my gaze remained on the body lying in the hospital bed. He looked so pure, so peaceful, so incapable of the actions I had seen him attempt. Ignoring the running commentary of thoughts Edward was currently reciting, I pondered the affects of vampire venom on a mental illness.
My internal musing was instantly repeated by Edward and met by universal hisses and growls.
"You can't even consider it Alice. We have no clue if it will cure or strengthen the disease and a sudden personality change in the highly unstable mind of a newborn would most likely render him insane." Carlisle, ever the professional.
"Will he harm my family? Because I want you to be happy with all my heart but I can't allow it if it jeopardises my family. I need you to be safe." Esme, ever the mother.
"I understand, Alice. I also loved a human... "In killing her, I would be killing Jasper. But in killing Jasper I would be killing her. Decisions, decisions."... But Jasper is not Bella. He seemed stable before – but the strain of multiple personalities on a weakened mind..." Edward, ever the omniscient know-it-all.
"Have you forgotten he was fantasizing about killing you?!? Wait... What was that about Rose? THE SICK..." Emmett, even abridged, he was blunt and honest.
"One version of him is a sick psycho-pervert. I don't care which one it is, I don't care how small it is, I refuse to allow you to turn that. I will not be around that." Rosalie, ever vapid and self-absorbed.
"Alice, you know I want for you what I have with Edward and if you say Jasper is the one, I will accept that. But we need to help him become Jasper before you can change him." Bella, ever the voice of truth and kindness.
With a resigned sigh, I saw my future self feign sleep. I did so while I wrapped my strong arms around Jasper's lightly muscled frame as commanded by the shadowy figures of the future. I followed the instructions of my vision until I felt the harsh cotton being pressed to my face.
Opening my eyes, I stared into a pair of eyes consumed with pain, anger and confusion.
I watched as my Jasper awoke.
JPOV:
Opening my eyes, I stared into a pair of eyes consumed with love, relief and sadness.
I watched the relief flicker across Alice's beautiful face when I smiled weakly at her.
I loved her.
She loved me. I had heard her beautiful voice proclaim her love as I lay on the operating table. How I wanted to sit up and tell her it was alright, I loved her too, more than she would ever know. But the pain was too much.
With her there, my mind was freed from the haunting visions of death and the dying. She released me from an internal prison I hadn't known I was a prisoner of until I was unconfined by its oppressive walls. She was my heaven, home and heart all in one perfect being.
But something was wrong.
She was upset. I frowned.
"What's wrong?" I asked, bewildered.
She told me.
APOV:
As I watched the horror dawn on his perfect face as I recounted his actions explaining about the mutated disease, I swore I would put this right.
I would free him of this thing.
Consequences be damned, I would cure him.
Story Notes:
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