Title: To Heal the Hurt
Rating: T
Main Characters: Bella Swan & Jasper Whitlock-Hale
Synopsis: Bella and Jasper were married back in 1860, right before the war started in the beginning of 1861. During the war, Jasper goes missing and it tears Bella apart. About a 150 years later, Bella and Jasper meet up again, but will everything go back to the way it was and will relationships work themselves out?
Hello, All=]
Well, my name is Sammie, and I thought I would take my shot at a Bella/Jasper fanfiction. I have only written one Twilight one before and it was called Truth or DareCullen Style! and I also write Sonny With A Chance fanfictions too=]
So...here is the first chapter of To Heal the Hurt. This will mostly be past tense just because it's the first chapter and we need background information=]
OH and by the way: In the flashbacks, the setting is in TEXAS!
So...
Sit back,
Relax,
And Enjoy!
(June 13th, 1860)- Bella's POV
I can remember every single detail of yesterday as if it were happening right now. Father sent me out to the store to pick up some eggs for dinner and told me to come as soon as I got them.
You see, father doesn't like it when you are late. Charlie was always a man of his word telling you what to do without hesitation. He was actually out on his journey to find a suitor for myself, and he's been on the hunt for a few months.
I never liked the idea of an arranged marriage. I don't know why, but this is the only thing that I don't trust my father's opinion on. I believe that the sacrament of marriage is supposed to be holy and take time, not something I can do after knowing a gentleman for only a few days.
But, as I made my way to the store, I wondered across a field. It was a perfect field of southern blue grass, as best as it can come. I wondered as far as I could just far enough until I made my way over to the oak tree right in the center of the field.
When I got to the tree, I ran my fingers up and down the delicate bark until my hand made contact with an engraving. I traced out the letters until I could make sense of the word. Then, I whispered the word I would never forget,
"Jasper," I said with a small but heartwarming smile.
"Yes, darlin'?" I heard a melodic voice ask me as I turned around suddenly but with grace.
As soon as my eyes made contact with his dark but subtle blue eyes, I felt myself sink a little bit in my posture, "I'm very sorry to disrupt you, sir, I was just on my way to the store to buy something for my father," I said while I looked down to my feet which were spread apart in nervousness.
He chuckled a bit at my response, "No shame on wondering onto another persons land," he said while moving closer to myself. "Would you mind if I accompany you to the store? With a girl like yourself, I don't want anyone hurting you," he said with a smile flashing all of his teeth.
I blushed a bit as I took my index finger and brushed a stray piece of my mahogany hair behind my ear, "Well, Jasper," I said as I looked up to him, "I would greatly appreciate that. My name is Isabella. Isabella Swan."
As soon as I said my name, his eyes lit up. He held out his arm for my to take, in which I put my hand lightly over his as he guided me to the market, "Well, Miss. Swan, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said with a simple kind nod.
And that's how it all started between Jasper and I. He took me to get my father's eggs and then decided to walk me home. It was around dusk when we finally made our way home, and when he escorted me up to my front porch steps, father was not pleased.
"Isabella Swan," he scolded as soon as I was in sight, "I told you to get home many moments ago, and then I find out you are with the Whitlock boy?" he asked nodding over to Jasper.
Jasper let go of my arm and extended a friendly hand to my father in which he returned, "I'm sorry, Sir. Your daughter and I were just wrapped up in a conversation that we lost track of time. I am very sorry to be a both to you and your home," he said politely.
My father's face instantly became more relaxed, "It's okay, son, just make sure you try to be on time next time," he said while Jasper simply nodded.
Jasper then turned to me, picked up my left hand, and placed a soft and gently kiss on the opposite side of my palm, "I look forward to seeing you again, Isabella. Maybe you could come out to my fields again tomorrow?" he asked while sending a soft glance towards father.
My father nodded, "Yes you may, Isabella, but remember, I need you home before dinner. Tell your parents' I said hello," father said before he turned around on his heels and walked into the house.
"I will see you in just a few hours, Isabella. Have a good night's slumber," he said with a soft smile.
I smiled back at him as I pulled my hand away, "And you as well, Jasper. Goodnight," I said with a small but simple smile as he turned around and started to walk back home with his head held high.
And that was the exact moment, when Jasper Whitlock walked away, that I knew that we were meant to be together.
(November 23, 1860)- Bella's POV
Here I was, standing at the back of the church waiting to walk down the isle.
I looked over to my father who was dressed in his black tuxedo robes with his head held high while my arm was carefully placed on his forearm. I had my veil over my face while my white ivory dress flowed down onto the ground with just a simple train flowing behind it. I looked up to my father as I sighed a bit.
"Father, thank you for letting me pick my suitor," I said in a hushed voice as my father looked down to me a smiled just a little bit.
"As long as you are happy, Isabella, that's all that your mother and I have ever cared about," he said carefully trying not to express to many emotions. I smiled back in appreciation not saying a word knowing that he actually meant it.
After a few more moments, Pachelbel's cannon in D started to ring throughout the church. My two bridesmaids and the flower girl started to slowly drift down the aisle with a smile on their faces. After a few more moments, my maid of honor grasped her flowers tight and slowly start to walk down the aisle leaving just my father and I left.
My father looked down on me as I tightened my grip on his arm just slightly as I started to slowly float down the aisle looking all sense of direction and reality as soon as my deep brown eyes met with Jasper's crisp blue ones.
While my father and I slowly made our way down the aisle, Jasper's smile lite up like he's never seen me before, to which I returned with a crimson red blush.
When we finally stopped at the base of the steps, my father let go of my arm and backed away slowly. Jasper took my ivory colored gloved hand in his as he led me up the stairs until we were right by the minister.
Jasper took both of my hands in his as he looked deep down into my eyes. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the sacrament of holy matrimony between this man and this woman," the minister said while Jasper stayed focused on myself.
After a few more moments of scripture readings and our vows, Jasper took the ring from his best man's hand and looked over to me, "Isabella Swan, with this ring, I thee wed," he said as he slid it on perfectly to my ring finger.
I then turned to my maid of honor and took the ring from her hand and held it gently in my hand. I looked up to Jasper and started to let a small smile spread across my face, "Jasper Whitlock, with this ring, I thee wed," I said softly so only Jasper and the minister could hear it as I slowly slid the ring onto his finger.
The minister smiled down to us as he made us turn and face him for a brief moment, "Do you, Jasper Andrew Whitlock, take Isabella Marie Swan to be your loftily wedded wife? In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, in good times and in bad, for as long as you both shall live?" he asked Jasper while he turned and faced me while he took my hands in his.
"I do," he said with a smile that spread wide across his face.
The minister and I both smiled as I felt a stray tear come out of my eye from happiness, "And do you, Isabella Marie Swan, take Jasper Andrew Whitlock, to be your loftily wedded husband? In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, in good times and in bad, for as long as you both shall live?" he asked while I turned and faced Jasper as I gave his hands a reassuring squeeze.
"I do," I whispered up to Jasper as I gave a small nod while everyone's faces started to brighten up around us.
The minister smiled as he looked down to us, "I now pronounce you husband and wife," he said while Jasper's smile spread from cheek to cheek showing his teeth, "Jasper, you may now kiss your blushing bride," he said while everyone gave a small chuckle.
Jasper smiled down to me as he snaked her left arm around my waist, finally resting it on the small of my back. He then put his right hand on my cheek, cupping it slightly as he tilted my head up towards his. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against mine for a few seconds.
I put my hand on the side of his face deepening the kiss for a few moments before he pulled away. He smiled down and stared into my eyes, "I love you, Isabella," he whisper before we turned to face the congregation.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the minister said while extending his arms out to the side, "It is my pleasure to introduce to you for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Jasper Andrew Whitlock," he said while everyone cheered.
Jasper then bent down and put his arm under my knees and proceeded to lift me up bridal style so I was resting in his arms as I quickly put my arm around his neck so I wouldn't fall. He then carried me out of the church until we were stopped at the front door to where we had our picture taken.
As soon as the pictures were over, Jasper leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Isabella Marie Whitlock, I love you more than anything," he whispered before he gently kissed my cheek, making me blush.
(January 2, 1861)- Bella's POV
Things have been absolutely perfect since Jasper and I have been married. That night, he took me to my wedding bed to which we made love until the sun came up that morning.
All in all, Jasper has been a fantastic husband. We keep in touch with our families, always going over on Sunday for a Sunday brunch while the boys go out and play soccer while the girls stay inside and gossip about the boys.
Jasper had gone out every weekday and went to go train in the military. He told me that it would be a very successful career if there was ever a war to be fought, which, was likely.
Jasper was always the one to be a leader. He loved to be in charge of large groups of people and he loved having a sense of power. Of course, he wouldn't bring it into the household, but you could just always tell that if there was ever a fight, he would be the one to get in the middle and make sure things went his way.
You see, tonight is a very special night for myself. Jasper will be out until dinner time, so I've been spending all day making sure I have made his favorites: Turkey with a light gravy sauce, homemade mash potatoes, an assortment of vegetables picked out from the garden that we have been growing, and for desert, a homemade apple pie with apples picked from the orchard.
Right as the dinner bell rang for the town, I heard Jasper's military boots cling up the front steps to the house. I smiled as I took off my apron and hung it up on the hook and went to go greet my husband at the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he smiled when he saw me. I went up to him and placed a hand on the side of his face as I stood up on my toes to gently kiss him on the lips for a few seconds, "I missed you today," I whispered to him while he gave a small but grateful smile.
"I missed you too, darlin'," he said while he took off his boots and coat and headed over towards the dinner table. "Darlin'," he said softly as he placed his hands on the top of the chair as he stood behind it, not facing me or sitting down, "We need to have a discussion tonight," he said seriously.
I nodded my head in agreement as I walked over to the table and took my usual seat at the opposite side of the table, "I agree, honey," I say as I placed the napkin in my lap as Jasper started to gather some food onto his plate. "Why don't you go first then," I said with a smile while he looked up to me with a heavy sigh.
He looked up with regretful eyes, "I've done nothing wrong, Isabella, but you have to understand what I'm about to say. War was declared today," he said looking up straight into my eyes as I was taken aback just a bit with my eyes going wide.
He shook his head a little bit, "It's against the north and the south for independence for the slaves. Darlin'," he said as he looked down to his plate and then back up to me, "I've been drafted into the war. They told me I have an excellent change on getting my rank improved if I go into war," he said with a heavy sigh.
"So what does this mean, Jasper?" I ask softly as I took my fork and started to pick at my food not even hungry anymore as I didn't look back up to stare at him.
He reached across the table and took my left hand in his right, "Isabella, I leave tomorrow morning to go up to the northern part of Texas. We don't know when we will be back, but I promise I will come back, okay?" he said as he gave my hand a squeeze.
I nodded my head in an understanding way as I looked up to him and gave him a small smile, "I know you will come back, I just don't want you to get hurt," I whispered out to him.
He frowned a bit, "Darlin', I am professionally trained not to get hurt. If I get hurt, I will be able to return home for six weeks. You should be prayin' every night that I get hurt so I can come back to you," he said with a little chuckle on the end.
I gave him a small humorous smile, "Promise to write me every chance you get?" I asked him in a soft tone after a few moments.
He nodded his head with a smile spreading across his face, "Every single day if I can," he said before he let go of my hand and looked back up to me, "So what did you want to talk about?" he asked as he took some bites of his food.
I put my fork down on my plate and took a few deep breaths in, "Jasper, I'm pregnant," I whispered as I looked up to him with a smile tugging on the sides of my lips.
He dropped the fork down onto his plate and looked up with a huge smile, "Really? I'm going to be a father?" he asked as he got up off of his chair and walked closer to me.
He pulled me up off of the chair and brought me in for a long tight hug. He kissed me on the cheek for a few seconds before he pulled away looking down at me, "We're going to be parents, Isabella," he whispered. "Now I'll be able to leave earlier just to be with you," he said as he kissed me again on the cheek.
I smiled up to him, "Come home soon, honey. I want you to be here for the baby's birth," I whispered as I put my hand on my stomach while looking down.
He placed a hand over mine and took his free hand and brought my face up to look at him, "I will be here every step of the way for you, even if it's just through letters. I promise, darlin', I'm going to be the best father and husband there ever was," he whispered in a proud tone.
I smiled as I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, "I love you, Jasper," I whispered as I rested my head on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer to him, "And I love you, Isabella," he whispered back as he kissed the top of my head in a very warm embrace.
(September 18, 2010)- Jasper's POV
I ran over those memories in my head at least three times while I was sitting in my room staring at my ceiling. That was the last time I was ever home with my Isabella and that was the last time I have ever heard her voice.
When I left for war, I promised Isabella that I would return for her in a few months time, but I never did. I never had a chance to write to her or even go home to say my goodbyes. You see, I was attacked exactly two weeks later.
The military had just named me Major Whitlock, and I was in charge of every Confederate soldier I could get my hands onto. They told me I was the youngest one they have ever seen at only 20 years old. I was the only one the military has even been fortunate enough to have on their side. I like to think that if I wasn't attacked, the south would have won, but I was changed for the better.
I was changed my a woman named Maria. She lured me into her red eyes as I slowly lost myself in her gaze, and when she touched me, it felt like fire was dancing across my skin. I was in love again, but this time, with a vampire. She changed my shortly after, and I was the most powerful I have ever been.
I could control whoever I wanted to under Maria's guidance and I could do whatever I wanted to in order to stay alive. I fed off of humans on a daily basis and I trained the newborns to be the most powerful creatures there ever has been.
What didn't help was the fact that I had to kill them exactly a year later. Every day someone new was created and someone else died. Maria put me in charge of the transformations and the burial process. It was horrible to do, but if it was for her love, I would have done it in a heartbeat.
Maria made me forget all about Isabella. I never once thought about her or our child until the Cullen's found me a few years later. When I was finally able to clear my head of every single killing thought I found conjure up, my mind raced back to the brown eyed beauty that stood in front of me at the altar on November 23, 1860.
The Cullen's took me in as one of their own. Carlisle never gave a second thought to adopting me after he found out about my lifestyle, but instead, he taught me how to do it right without hurting anyone. He taught me how to hunt and how to stay my respective distance away from humans, and honestly, I couldn't have been happier.
Alice was the one to find me. She always knew I was to come along, and so one day, she came out to Philadelphia in a half empty diner, and she brought me back to as close as a human life I could have.
Her and her mate, Edward, were the two odd ones in the family. Alice was able to tell the future, but not everything was set in stone. She always came in handy when there was something life changing or when someone was about to get hurt, and we were always able to protect whoever was in danger. But her mate, Edward, was the one that you needed to keep focused around.
Edward can read minds. Every little thought that runs through your head, Edward knows and will be able to decode it perfectly. I mean, they work as a couple, but honestly, their talents combined are a little...cryptic.
Emmett and Rosalie are a different story though. Neither of them have powers, but they do have their physical attributes. Emmett is the strongest out of all of us and Rosalie is the most tenacious. She never gives up on her past like myself, but in an instant, she can let something go. Also, Emmett and Rosalie are the most sexually active in the family. They both have so much anger inside of them that I think that's the only way they know how to let it out.
Now, Esme is the most normal one out of all of us. She's Carlisle's mate and she's the perfect match for him. She's very down to earth and she's always in such a peaceful and loving mood towards all of her children.
And for myself, I am an empath. I can decode any emotion around me, find out who it's coming from, and be able to reverse it if I really wanted to. The only drawback is that I can't reverse it on myself on most days.
When I looked to the clock, I saw that it was time for us to leave for school. I quickly put on some nice fitting light blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt that shows ever aspect of my muscles. Of course girls will gawk and guys will be envious, but you stop caring after a few decades.
We all piled into Edward's Volvo while I was sitting next to a very jumpy Alice. "Jeez, calm down a bit," I muttered over to her as I sent her a wave of calmness in which she ignored.
She rolled her eyes, "Jazzy, trust me, you'll be thanking me later for this," she said as Edward shot us a glance through his rear view mirror trying to figure out what was going on.
I leaned my head against the window trying to put myself back in 1860 where everything just seemed to make sense. I was in love with Isabella and I was able to be myself around her without anyone caring about us.
I always wonder late at night what happened to our child. I thought about going and searching through hospital records to try and find something, but I couldn't find anything.
Although, in the year 1862, I found the one thing I was dreading most, and that was Isabella's death certificate. The cause was unknown because they never did find her body. All they could do back then was search for a few days and give up. Women didn't move suddenly or run away, so the most probable cause of death was an animal attack.
I honestly think about her every second I can. Throughout school I think back to the first day we met, in the afternoon I think about our wedding day and about how beautiful she was in her dress to which could put every single female on this earth to shame, and in the night when I'm hunting, I think about the night I told her I was leaving. You could see the desperation in her eyes the next morning for me not to leave, but I had to do what was just in our society and I had to fight.
"Jasper, it's been 150 years, just think of something else," Edward whispered as we pulled into the parking lot of Forks high school.
I sighed a bit as I got out of the car and leaned against the back door, "It's hard. Imagine if you had to leave Alice and then never hear what happened from her again. I was having a child, Edward. I can't just get over the fact that my child is now dead after not even knowing it," I whispered as I shook my head.
He nodded as he patted my shoulder gently, "I'm sorry, Jazz, but you'll get over it within a few decades," he said with a small smile.
I laughed a little bit, "Maybe. Maybe I'll just forget about Isabella in it's entirety," I whispered to myself as I grabbed my backpack out of the car and headed towards my first class.
As I walked through the halls, I caught a very familiar scent to which I traced all the way to my first period class. I slowly snuck in and took my usual seat in the back as I noticed a girl up front with her back to me talking to our teacher.
After a few moments, both of them turned around so they were facing the class. And that's when it hit me, the mahogany hair that was down to her mid torso, he slim figure, and her awkward stance from her clumsiness and embarrassment.
Our teacher then put his hand on her shoulder and smiled to the class, "Everyone, this is our new student, Isabella Whitlock," he said while my eyes snapped straight up into her topaz ones.
"Just call me Bella," she said with a small smile before her eyes darted to mine and then, her eyes widened in shock as we both stared at each other for the first time in 149 years.
So...what did you think?
Did you all like it? I think it was pretty good for the first chapter, don't you think?=]
If I get a good review about this story, I will do another chapter and finish the story...trust me, I have plenty of ideas going through my head right now with this story=]
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~~Sammiee!
