Chapter 9 / Just...How?
(Jasper's POV)
Her soft eyes closed as she drifted to sleep. A smile graced my face as I gently wrapped my arms around her, making sure they stayed on the outside of the blanket so she didn't freeze. She sighed in her sleep and curled closer to me. The sunset wouldn't be setting for a couple hours and I would smell anything coming so I decided to stay and wake Harley up at daybreak so she could see the beauty. It would never compare to the beauty she gave off but it was a close second.
The night passed slowly. The sunset came and left before the moon settled in and the stars came out. I watched each inch the moon moved, often taking my eyes away to look at the beautiful creature in my arms. I had lied to her. I had told her that Carlisle had injected her with with a liquid that would clean her blood. It was our cover story for Harley. She couldn't know that I had actually drank her infected blood straight from the wound.
Sighing I kissed her head and brushed her hair back before pulling her closer and relaxing onto the pillow. It would be a long night but maybe if I pretended to sleep it would go by faster. Closing my eyes I tightened my arms around Harley, creating a almost vice like grip around her small frame.
As gently as I could I slipped the I.V. from Harley's hand and placed a band-aid on the slightly bloody hole. I was trying not to wake her but unfortunately I was unsuccessful and she rolled onto her side to look at me. She was about to say something but her eyes locked on something behind me. As I turned I realized it was the sun rising. Laughing lightly I moved behind her before pulling her shoulders back gently so she rested against my chest.
By the time the sun was fully up, Harley was not. Her head lolled on my shoulder as I carried her to Carlisle's car and placed her inside. Carlisle was in the driver's seat so I laid her across the backseat before getting in the passenger's seat.
"Does she believe it?" Carlisle asked softly as he pulled out of the driveway and started the drive home.
"Yeah. She thinks that everything is fine." I responded as I glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Carlisle did the same. "We'll have to tell her the truth some day." I reminded him. He nodded softly, eyes never leaving the nearly empty road in front of us.
"Alice called and told us she would email us any bad visions." He informed me. "She's still family but I don't think I can forgive her just yet. What she did was senseless." Nodding I agreed with him and we both fell into silence. One last look revealed that Harley was still asleep, her young body curled into a small ball in the backseat.
The entire 3 hour drive was silent except for the occasional groan or whimper by Harley. Each of these made both of us look into the rearview mirror, praying she had not awoken. Each time we were granted our wish and Harley stayed asleep throughout the whole drive. Esme was the first to meet us as we got out of the car. I was barely out of the car when she snatched Harley from the backseat and rushed her into the house, presumably to dress her in the clothes I hadn't got her to wear.
I laughed slightly along with Carlisle when my phone pinged alerting me of a message coming in.
The infection is gone
-Alice
Smiling I prayed Alice wasn't just fucking with me. Tucking my phone back into my pocket I ran, at vampire speed, to my room and changed into a pair of Levi's jeans, a button up t-shirt, some new socks, and my boots. It was a nice outfit and I knew Harley liked the cowboy look on me. Quickly I tucked my shirt into my jeans as I heard her voice.
"I like that shirt." Shocked I turned around, amazed she had snuck up on me. As I turned I ran my eyes over her outfit. Her red hair had been made into loose curls that flowed down her back and she wore a spaghetti strap white lace dress with a leather belt paired with the cowboy boots I had given her.
"I like that dress." I responded as I walked over to her. Smiling she pulled the skirt portion a little bit. "Who did your hair?" I asked softly as I gently let a finger run over a curl that hung over her shoulder. A bright blush coated her beautiful cheeks.
"Rosalie did it." She whispered, obviously shy. That's when I noticed she still had a Sharpie drawn cat's face on her left shoulder. Noticing I was staring at her shoulder she glanced down before laughing. "Emmett's contribution to my pain. I asked mom and she said Emmett did it." Laughing I ran my thumb over it.
"DID YOU JUST SPEAK?" Emmett's voice screamed from downstairs making both of our eyes widen.
"Run." I stated before pushing her towards the hallway. Laughing she took off in a full on run mere seconds before Emmett reached the room. As he saw only me in the room he growled before taking off in the direction of her scent. I ran after him but we both stopped as we reached the front yard.
"Where is she?" Emmett muttered as we realized her scent stopped directly at the tree line. I searched the trees when I finally saw it. Confused I tapped Emmett. "Wha-" As he followed my finger he also caught sight of Harley in a 30 ft tall tree. She stood there proudly, arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
"How did you do that?!" I called up to her.
"I'm talented!" She called back. "Hey boys?"
"Yeah?" We called back.
"Catch!" A laugh left her mouth as she ran to the edge and leaped off the branch, her body soaring in the air for a few long seconds before she landed safely in both our arms. "Knew I could trust you two."
