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Previously:
Purgatory – 2012
''Tall – check'', the older Winchester thought, letting his eyes drink in the 8-foot tall monster: ''…long (emphasis on long), lean limbs – check. Glow-y red eyes – check'', suddenly his own eyes widened in fear: ''…sharp teeth''…gulp…''nope, scratch that – very big and very, very sharp teeth? Cheeeeek!''
The creature lunged, moving faster than the hunter expected for a thing its size and startled, he fell backwards, his back colliding with the hard cold ground painfully.
''Son of a bitch!'', Dean hollered loudly as the monster landed on top of him, its teeth immediately poised at his throat.
Purgatory – 2012
His heart beating wildly, Dean whimpered quietly as the monstrosity keeping him pinned to the cold ground growled right into his ear, its sharp teeth scraping at the thin skin covering his carotid artery. An involuntary shiver ran down the hunter's spine and before he knew what he was doing, he punched the beast just under its chin and kicked out with his legs, sending the creature careening off of him.
Red eyes glowed intensely as the monster stood back up, a menacing growl building in its chest as it glared at its prey, a warning hiss escaping its mouth soon after as other creatures continued to skulk around the clearing although they never stepped so much as a foot out of the tree line, too intimidated by the 8-foot tall monstrosity to try their luck with the human.
''What'cha glaring at, fugly?'', Dean – always the wise-ass – quipped, ''…you want a piece of me, huh? Well, come get me…I taste good!''
The creature glaring daggers at him was none the wiser when the hunter expertly slipped a hand into his jacket's pocket, firmly grasping the sharp butterfly knife there as he continued to distract the red-eyed monster from the barely-there movement with his sharp-tongued comments, goading it into attacking and the creature snarled ferociously, slowly and cautiously inching closer to the human man now that it knew its intended dinner could and would fight back.
''That's it. Come on sweetheart, don't be shy now…'', Dean wisecracked again, unable to help himself as his lips stretched with a cocky smile, his body automatically falling into a fighting stance.
The monster growled angrily and lunged, moving faster than any other creatures of the supernatural variety Dean had ever ran into but this time he knew what to expect and as soon as it got close enough he buried the wickedly sharp blade in the beasts gut.
Stumbling back, the creature roared in surprise and pain before swatting at the handle of the weapon sticking out of its lower abdomen with one of its long…claws.
''Crap…'', Dean murmured under his breath when the blade landed on a patch of brown wilted grass with a soft thud, accompanied by fat drops of glowing orange-red looking liquid that must have been the beasts blood.
The beast in question roared again, its red eyes burning with deep malice as it launched its tall frame at the hunter – who stood frozen in momentary shock – only to let out an inhumanly loud screech as suddenly a blur of movement tackled it to the ground.
Dean snapped out of his daze as the ground beneath his feet shook from the force of the blurs – who, as he could now see, had a very distinct human shape – attack and he watched on, wide-eyed as his savior continued to beat the giant creature who was about to disembowel him no doubt, into a bloody pulp.
With a growl of his own, the mysterious man – because Dean quickly decided the shape looked definitely male – ripped the creature's head off and tossed it into the surrounding trees.
The hunter gulped loudly as the brush at the tree line came alive with movement and sharp snaps of twigs resounded throughout the small clearing, followed by wild ferocious growls and hisses of other monsters hiding within the shadows of the dark woods, their eyes glowing ominously as seconds later, several of them stepped out of the tree line, ready to attack now that the intimidating beast was no longer standing between them and the human man.
The distinctly male figure jumped up from his motionless victim, his back straight and shoulders squared as he glared intensely – calculatingly – at the approaching pack of Purgatory natives.
Before Dean could so much as blink, the figure veered around and rushed towards him, his movements so fast he – once again – was but a blur.
Reaching the stunned human man – who now found himself staring into deep blue eyes that looked human yet…weren't – a second later, the curly-haired blonde threw him over his shoulder and took off running at break-neck speeds, the scenery around them blurring into a myriad of different colors as the duo practically flew through the ever darkening woods, making Dean force his eyes closed as a sudden urge to throw up assaulted him.
Feeling the human's discomfort, the blonde slowed down some before coming to a halt and as soon as he did so, the hunter squirmed and groaned from his less-then-comfortable perch on the rock hard shoulder until he was once more standing on the solid ground, his world still tilting and spinning dangerously.
''There…'', the blonde spoke quietly as his keen eyes swept over the surrounding area, ''…this should be far enough.''
Dean lightly shook his head to get rid of the remaining dizziness and as his equilibrium slowly returned, squinting to see better in the darkness, the hunter glared at the blonde: ''what the hell are you?'', he asked, his voice gruff and demanding.
The unbelievably human-like creature in front of him cocked an eyebrow but otherwise remained silent.
''I asked you a question. What-the-hell-ARE-YOU?!'', Dean demanded to know again and the blonde's eyes narrowed just the slightest bit: ''a vampire'', he answered in a quiet southern drawl.
''Oh yeah?'', the human asked, his voice suddenly deceptively calm.
''Yeah…'', the apparent vampire answered, his eyes set firmly on Dean, watching his every movement as the hunter in question continued to glare for a second before – faster than Jasper had ever seen a human being move – Dean picked up a lethally sharp looking stick from off the ground and without any hesitation put his everything into driving the makeshift stake through the vampires heart.
However, absolute silence rained where the two stood; Jasper looking down at the cracked wooden stick still at his chest and the hole in his shirt and Dean was left blinking rapidly in stunned confusion when he realized his weapon of choice had…well, splintered on contact.
''I thought you said you were a vampire?!'', Dean bellowed indignantly, the stake still pressed up against Jasper's chest as he glowered at the blonde in front of him.
''I am'', Jasper deadpanned, slowly lifting his gaze from the ruined wooden stick to look at the human and his lips twitched with barely restrained mirth upon seeing the look on the green-eyed man's face.
Seeing this, Dean scowled: ''…glad I could amuse you, asshole.''
The vampire chuckled heartily at this.
''…and what kind of fucked up vamp can't be ganked with a freaking stake anyway?!'', the hunter simply continued on with his angry rant as he dropped the ruined weapon to petulantly cross his arms over his chest.
Grinning, Jasper met the human's gaze: ''…my kind.''
Dean frowned, making the blue-eyed vampire roll his eyes: ''…there're two kinds of vampires out there: the kind you apparently already know about'', he started, briefly glancing down at the ruined stick at Dean's feet as though to make a statement, ''…and my kind.''
''I've been hunting monsters and other beasties since I was old enough to fire a gun…'', Dean scoffed, ''…and I've never seen or heard of one of your kind…''
Jasper looked at the human man appraisingly; the speed, the sharp mind – the quick reflexes…It all made sense now – the man standing before him must be a hunter of all that went bump in the night. ''How interesting…''
''If it makes you feel better, I didn't know there were hunters out there either… human at that too. And as to answer you – my kind isn't widely known; we are highly secretive because we have rules, laws – enforced on us by three ancient vampires residing in Europe who see themselves as Kings. We are to guard our existence from the human populace at all costs. Failure to do so ends in a very painful lesson…if you're lucky.''
Transfixed, Dean stared at the blonde: ''…and if you're not lucky?'', he asked, his curiosity piqued.
''…torture, then death. Slow, drawn out death…and that's probably why you have never heard of my kind. Even if one or more of these…hunters did run into one of us, I doubt they lived long enough to spread the word.''
The hunter's eyebrows furrowed. ''So why did you just tell me all that when really, it was enough to say you were of another kind? Was that so I'd know what's about to eat me or are you playing some sort of a sick game before you just kill me?'', Dean once again snarked, his voice laden with bitter sarcasm.
Jasper stared at him unblinkingly before answering: ''one – you asked and two – no. Had I wanted you dead you would be; I'd have simply left you at the mercy of those…'beasties'. And I don't– '', he explained and then stopped, grimacing as though the words he was about to say left a bad taste in his mouth, ''–eat people…and now, if you're done with the game of 20 questions, I suggest we get moving because your friends from earlier are gaining on us'', Jasper finished, his head suddenly cocking to the side as he listened intently to something Dean couldn't hear.
The hunter scoffed again: ''…right. Well, if you're sure you're not gonna kill me or eat me – get going buddy, cause I don't want or need your damn he–'', he began hotly but the blonde vampire interrupted his rapid-fire refusal, his smooth voice nonchalant as he turned on his heel and – at human speed – started to walk away: ''fine. Suit yourself.''
Dean could only stare at the slowly retreating figure of the southern vampire, grumbling something unintelligible under his breath as he desperately tried to come up with a smart-ass comeback to throw at the infuriating vamps back and the vampire in question – feeling the turmoil brewing within the human – smirked, his tall frame shaking with silent laughter.
''Son of a bitch!'', Dean swore loudly when a few seconds later his ears finally picked up on the sound of multiple growls quickly approaching his location and he knew – he knew that if he wanted to get out of this place and get back to Sammy – preferably alive – he should…ally himself with someone strong enough to help him accomplish that. With that particular thought playing in his mind on a loop, Dean took in a deep breath, his green eyes closing of their own volition: ''…wait!''
Cullen Residence: Forks, Washington – Present Day
Still holding her face in his hands, Edward gently raised her head up until she looked at him and he frowned, his thumbs lightly trailing the dark shadows under her sad eyes: ''you need to feed, love'', he murmured quietly, his voice showing his concern.
Alice closed her eyes and nodded weakly, knowing better than to argue with him about that particular subject. ''Come on…'', he said encouragingly as he rose up from the stool they both sat on, ''…let's go hunt…''
Standing up too, she smiled up at him and grasping his hand in her own whispered: ''yes. Let's go on a little hunt.''
Edward smiled back and gently squeezed Alice's hand as he led her towards the glass back door.
''Don't do anything I wouldn't do!'', Emmett quipped from his seat on the white couch, his eyes still firmly glued to the game on screen.
Alice chuckled quietly and Edward shook his head, laughter clear in his eyes when he glanced over at his soul-mate: ''yes, of course…because there really is a thing in this world you wouldn't do…''
The burly vampire roared with laughter, knowing without actually saying it that his brother was absolutely right.
''Dammit!'', he swore but a second later, loudly, when red letters on the screen announced his game was over. ''This is your fault, Eddie!'', he shouted, jumping up from the couch and turning in the direction of the back door so he could glare at Edward who was laughing his ass off as he led Alice further into the woods.
''Language Emmett'', came the soft maternal voice of Esme seemingly from out of thin air, startling the vampire in question as the matriarch of the Cullen coven gently scolded her dark-haired youngest son.
''Mom?'', he asked, his head immediately turning towards the sound of her voice. At her pointed look, Emmett bowed his head a small, sheepish smile playing at the corners of his lips: ''sorry mom.''
Esme smiled right back: ''good. Oh, and leave your brother be.''
''But mooooom…'', he whined, his face falling into a patented puppy-dog expression.
''No, Emmett…'', Esme repeated, her face a mask of calm as she denied him – yet again – from going after Edward, although she had to work really hard to keep from laughing.
Suddenly, a throat cleared: ''…what's going on here?'', Rosalie asked as she entered the room, her and one of Esme's bags slung over her shoulders.
''ROSIE!'', Emmett hollered, his eyes wide with joy as he practically flew off of the couch to envelope her in his arms, all plans of revenge forgotten.
''You missed a spot, love'', Edward murmured pulling out a handkerchief out of his jacket's pocket to gently dab at a corner of her lips, swiftly wiping off the little trickle of deer blood as they sat under a massive white oak tree – Edward leaning against the wide trunk with Alice sat between his legs, her back against his chest.
''There…all done'', he added quietly, returning the off-white scrap of fabric back where it had come from. Alice however, remained silent as she stared ahead unseeingly.
''Love?'', Edward whispered, his brows furrowing. When she still didn't answer, he gently grasped her chin in his hand, carefully and slowly turning her head so he could meet her gaze but the eyes of the girl he loved for so long already were close to glazed over as she once again – as was quite usual for her these days – got lost in one of the many memories floating about her restless mind.
Edward sighed as he let go of her chin to grasp her hand in his own instead and closed his eyes…
The Leverich Towers Hotel: Brooklyn, New York – 1928
[Eros by Late Night Alumni]
''mmm…'', Alice moaned softly, her lower lip pulled in between her teeth, biting down while Edward continued to trail small, sensual open-mouthed kisses down her bare belly, slowly heading down south as the newly-acquainted soul-mates lay in the skillfully carved dark wood bed of the breath taking Venetian style hotel.
Satisfied with her reaction, he smiled against her pale skin and continued on with his ministrations, not noticing at first when his companion froze suddenly, her eyes quickly glazing over with an oncoming vision.
However, when he reached her belly button and chose to torturously slowly lick around it before dipping his tongue in and that garnered no reaction whatsoever, Edward cautiously raised his head up to look at the face of the enticing little pixie laying underneath him.
''Love?'', he questioned softly only she didn't answer.
Frowning, Edward closed his eyes, concentrating as his gift kicked in and he was assaulted with what he now realized was an extremely vivid vision.
As it played out in his own mind, the young Cullen growled deeply, his chest vibrating with the action.
As soon as he snapped out of the vision, his normally red eyes turned a charcoal black color and he raised his head up to stare intensely at Alice who – too free of the vision – was resting her weight on her elbows, once again biting her lip only this time she did so to smother down the giggles that were just on the surface.
''Who was that?'', the young copper-haired vampire growled again, his dark eyes on her.
Unable to help herself, Alice laughed, her musical voice like the most beautiful melody to his ears, even when he was seething he was so mad, jealousy burning hot and bright within him.
''Alice…'', he bit out through gritted teeth, his patience wearing thin.
''Oh, Edward'', she cooed softly, her eyes hooded with renewed lust as she extended a hand towards him, her fingers barely brushing his face.
Relaxing almost instantly at her touch, Edward closed his eyes, a purr of contentment escaping his lips before he caught onto what she was doing.
''I think not, love…'', he whispered, his eyes red again as he grasped her wrist in his hand, ''…not until you tell me who he is.''
The smile fell from her face and she heaved a sigh as she slowly sat up, pulling Edward by the hand to join her at her side and he let her. Once he situated himself, his right arm winding wrapped around her tiny waist, she laid her head down on his silent chest, wordlessly tracing invisible circles over his heart as she thought of where she should begin.
''Ali…just tell me'', he encouraged, not caring how it came out so long as she told him.
''I've been seeing him for a while now'', she started and Edward once again growled, his anger returning and she quickly added: ''…in my visions, baby. I meant my visions…I've been getting a lot of them lately, almost all revolving around the vampire you saw yourself earlier…His name is Jasper and Edward – we need to find him…''
Edward frowned. ''Why?''
She lifted her head off of his chest to meet his gaze: ''…because he's important. Because he is destined to join your – sorry, our – family. He is to be our brother, a Cullen. And right now he needs us, he needs someone there for him, someone who could show him there's another way to survive without resorting to killing innocent humans…''
Having listened carefully to what his little naughty pixie had to say, Edward met her gaze, staring lovingly into her dark amber-colored eyes: ''but how are we to help him?'', he asked, ''…sure you could do it, I'm certain he'd believe you…but me?'', he shook his head. ''I myself am feeding off of humans, love. Scumbags only, granted – but still'', he murmured, his gaze falling from her face to stare intently at the rumpled sheets half covering their still naked bodies.
Alice sighed, gently placing her hand over his cheek to make him look back up at her. ''There is another way…'', she whispered quietly, determination dancing in the depths of her expressive orbs as her lips teasingly stopped only millimeters away from his.
''I'll do it'', Edward quickly nodded, his words a quiet murmur, ''…I'll do it for you…and for our future brother…''
'Miss Lynn Diner': Philadelphia, Pennsylvania – 4 months later…
''There he is…'', Alice whispered into Edwards ear excitedly as a tall, curly-haired blonde vampire stepped into the cozy little diner in his attempts to hide from the torrential downpour.
Edward smiled and quickly pecked her on the lips as they vacated the corner booth they held occupied for the last three hours, heading towards their future brother.
In her excitement, Alice let go of her soul-mates hand as she rushed forward stopping right in the blonde's way, her hands resting on her hips.
Startled, the blonde vampire froze as he looked down at the tiny girl blocking his path. ''Can I help you?'', he asked quietly, politely his breath catching in his throat as soon as her jovial emotions flooded his senses.
''I sure hope so…'', Alice chirped right back, smiling widely as Edward caught up to her.
''Um…'', the emphatic vampire struggled to find an answer to that.
''…and boy did you keep me waiting…'', the pixie-like girl playfully scolded; only further confusing the handsome man before her.
Blinking rapidly, he sheepishly bowed his head: ''why I am so sorry to have kept you waiting, ma'am'', he drawled slowly, his accent thicker than honey as he – smiling for the first time in a long time – extended his hand for Edward to shake, ''…Jasper Whitlock.''
The copper-haired vampire grasped it tightly: ''Edward Cullen'', he introduced himself, then nodded to the beaming girl at his side, ''…and that little sprite over there is Alice – my mate.''
''I see. Uh, have met before?'', Jasper asked cautiously, ''…because I'm sure I'd remember someone so…exceptional'', he added, smiling again as his eyes landed on the energetic female.
Edward sucked in a breath: ''no, we haven't.''
Jasper's eyes narrowed in suspicion, ''…then how do you seem to know me?''
''Well…'', Alice started, ''…we kinda do…''
''I'm afraid I don't follow…'', the blonde vampire murmured, his brows furrowing as his gaze jumped from one orange-eyed vampire to another.
Edward sighed. ''Well, why don't we take a seat and talk since it doesn't seem like that rain is going to let up any time soon, anyway. We might be stuck here for a while…''
''Alright…'', Jasper nodded in agreement, following the two strangers to a booth in the back.
Red Pine Motel: Houston, Texas – Present Day
''I think he's waking up'', someone murmured quietly and several other unknown voices voiced their agreement as Jasper fought the overwhelming exhaustion to open his eyes.
As soon as he did he was greeted with the sight of multiple sets of worried eyes staring straight at him and a second later, their emotions assaulted his senses, making the freshly resurrected emphatic vampire groan.
''Son?'', Carlisle asked, his worry and anxiety damn near suffocating but he didn't care as finally it was one voice he did recognize.
Sighing, Jasper turned his blue gaze towards the familiar voice: ''…Carlisle?''
''I'm here son'', the leader of the Cullen coven and family assured him, quickly grasping the younger vampires hand in his own and Jasper – his head pounding something fierce – sat up in the bed he found himself waking in just moments ago, his eyes squinting as he glanced about the unfamiliar room and its occupants; he didn't recognize any of the younger people but judging by their identical olive-colored complexions, midnight black hair and of course, the fact that they all seemed to stick close to an older man who he remembered as the Alpha of the La Push shifter's-pack, he decided that they all must be of the Quileute blood line.
''Where are we?'', he asked, his sapphire blue gaze returning to Carlisle, ''…am I really back?''
Doctor Cullen smiled: ''yes son. I don't know how but you really are back…and we are in my motel room. I thought you could use some rest.'' Jasper nodded.
Suddenly, the motel room door swung open and in came another Quileute – a young boy bearing quite the resemblance to the pack's Alpha. ''I'm back…'', he announced and then froze, his dark eyes on Jasper: ''oh, he's awake. Good…'', with that he handed Carlisle a metallic container, ''…fresh bambi blood – just what doc ordered.''
Carlisle smiled at the boy as he took the container from him. ''Thank you, Jacob.''
Carefully opening it, the vampire physician offered it to Jasper. ''Here son, drink this and then we can go home…''
The curly-haired vampires eyes snapped up from the container to meet the golden ones of his father figures: ''home?'', he asked, his voice filled with hope.
Carlisle swallowed back the lump forming at the back of his throat and nodded. ''Yes son…home.''
A/N: OKAYYY…I'm finally done with this chapter and let me tell you – it was a bitch to write…I mean, I have literally just took two different as day and night characters from two different cinematic (or literary) worlds and made them play ball. Right now – I. am. Fucking. Anxious. So please let me know what you thought of this chap: did Dean seem…well, Dean-like? Or was he OOC? Did I do justice to Jasper's character by the way I portrayed him? Do you think they mesh alright so far? Gahhhh!