Jasper
Charlie waddled in, his face scared, and nervous. The bags under his eyes showed that he had not had sleep over the two days Bella had been gone. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet for awhile until Carlisle gestured for him to take a seat. I stood in front of everyone, the pull in my chest getting stronger, but still dull. It was too weak for me to chase down and the demon inside me roared for me to go find my mate.
Patience.
He snarled at me as my eyes darkened. Charlie watched us all, flickering eyes between us. Carlisle was the first to speak and he arched a brow in the middle aged man's way, "May we help you, Charlie?"
"Yes," His brown eyes landed on me, "Jasper, please, where's Bella?" I sputtered slight, but answered all the same. I needed to explain everything to him.
"Charlie..." I glanced at Carlisle and he nodded shortly. I, then, set into the world of vampires, telling him the old legends and informing him of why we came to Forks. I told him about how Edward immeditely set his sight on Bella and his eyes narrowed. I told him of Victoria and Alice, leaving out the part of us killing James, but I'm sure he knew. He was quiet, only asking a few questions and taking this all in stride. When I finally finished the story of the battle and Bella getting kidnapped, he snapped, demanding us to get her back.
"Trust me, Cheif, we're workin' on it." My drawl was laid with irritation and he huffed. Esme's eyes were nervous and twitchy the entire time and she suddenly snapped, standing.
"Who wants cookies?" She asked softly, glancing between us. She zoomed into the kitchen before any of us could stop her. Charlie's eyebrows crumbled and Carlisle shrugged, sighing heavily at his wife's actions.
"She bakes when she's nervous." He explained. Charlie nodded slowly, gauging everything. He seemed alert of his actions now, ducking his head when blood piled in his skin, and glancing worriedly around. Carlisle quickly ended his suspcions, "We are vegitarians, Charlie. No need to worry." He smiled gently.
Emmett and Rosalie suddenly lopped through the broke door. They were both covered in dirt and debris. Emmett's face seemed to be in pain and he winced as his hand darted over his right arm. Rosalie frimaced worriedly and ripped the black shirt from his body, exposing his white chest and two deep bites. Esme blurred out of the kitchen with a plate of cookies and placed them on the table, before disappearing into the kitchen again.
"What happened?" I asked gruffly. The pain in my chest was getting worst and the gentle pull wasn't making it any better. Rosalie shrugged, blowing a strand of curly blonde hair out of her face. Then her eyes landed on Charlie.
"What the fucking fuck?" Emmett exploded, throwing his arms out and accidently shoving Rosalie on the floor. He frowned and helped her up as she shoved him, growling. He cringed away as she touched his scarred arm aand she quickly apologized. Emmett's eyes met Charlie's and he frowned, "Um...we were just..."
Charlie held up a hand to stop him, "I already know you're a vampire, son."
He stared at Bella's dad for awhile then broke into laughter, holding his sides and clapping his big, obnixious hands, "Fuck, sorry. It's funny."
"What happened?" Carlisle repeated, glancing at Emmett's arm again.
"Oh! Um, I was running after Alice, but she seemed to have some friends. They attacked me before Rosie knew and kinda bit me. Rosie thinks their really deep, but I'm fine." The pain radiating from him, showed that he was not, indeed fine.
Rosalie rolled her golden eyes, "He's not, please check him." She turned glanced at Charlie, "So, you know now?" he nodded, "Great, just another reason for the Volturi to be up our asses."
"Where are Peter and Charlotte?" Just as that was asked, they both burst in They were dripping wet and mud was in their hair and clothes. Charlotte seemed extremly livid and snarled at her mate as he shouted in Spanish. He wrung out his shirt as she nodded, a bitter smile on her face, taking whatever he was telling her.
"Right, because it's my fault they got away!" She yelled, pushing him back.
Esme darted out of the kitchen again and placed a chocolate cake on the table, complete with frosting. Charlie stared at it as it sat in front of him, his eyebrows immeditely crumbling again. She blurred back to her stove and Rosalie follwed her with a sigh as I rolled my eyes.
"What happened?" I questioned them cautiously, tilting my head to the side. Char turned to me first, her face twisted in irritation.
"I'll tell you what happened. This fucker," She pointed to her dripping husband, "was being a pain in my ass. I told him to go around Alice so we could trap her before she got to La Push, but no. He just had to play the fuckin' hero. He let them both get away and pushed me into the water."
"It was an accident!" He hissed, pointing a finger at her. Charlie picked up a cookie off the table and bit into it, smiling.
"Hey, this isn't bad." He shrugged.
Peter gave a sarcastic smile and walked over, "Oh, really? Can I see that?" Charlie handed him the sweet and Peter crumbled it into peices, "We don't have time for this! Bella's slipping away! I can't see her clearly!" He was quiet for awhile, squinting, "Wait! I got it! Texas!" I grabed his collar and pulled him close, snarling.
"What about Texas?"
Bella
It felt like the sun had planted onto my body and echoed the heat into my body. The fire was a terrible feeling. It hurt so fucking much and the breath in my lungs seemed to not cooperate with me. I was not dead, that was for sure, because the pain was too indescrible. My heart, which had stayed out of the pain, was now beating harshly, the fire taking over it.
I held back a scream as soothing words were whispered into my ear, "That's it, baby. You're almost done." He whispered softly, brushing the hair from my face. I couldn't see him, but his voice sounded wrong...something was missing...
His touch was cool though and it felt good against my skin. His relaxing fingers weaved through my hair and I was drawn to it. It felt so good, but so wrong at the same time. I burrowed into his arms as he craddeld me, his voice like silky. The burning was far from over, I could tell. And my heart wasn't going down without a fight.
They warred together, causing me to whimper in pain and clutch his shirt tighter, holding his cool body to mine. I needed him, now more than ever.
"That's it, my mate. You are going to fantastic, Isabella." I whined in answer as his hands went down my arms, rubbing the newly formed flesh. The fire took a chance and flew everywhere, searing my veins with such pain, I screamed, wiggling in his strong arms. He crooned at me and held my wrists firmly. I knew I could easily break out of the hold, but I felt submissive in some way, like I was uable to fight his words.
When he saw me calm, I could sense his smile, "You're so beautiful."
The venom was smoldering, taking everything that made me human; my scars, my stretched skin, my freckles, and my outbalanced limbs. I would miss every flaw, even though I could hardly remember. My brain seemed to sense my confusion and sent me a short reminder.
Skinned knees. Helping hands. Seventeen stitches. Gentle smiles. Broken bones. Casts. Signatures...
That's all I could remember and it hurt to think anymore.
I fought through the flames and pain and memories so I could see who exactly was holding me. The scent was so wrong, man and wood. That wasn't right and it confused me.
The fire suddenly went for my limbs, attacking every fiber of my blood and sealing it away. Another scream sounded from my chest as the flames licked their way up to my chest, once again attacking my weak heart. I arched instintively, crying out and clutching material in my fingers. Then man whispered more words at me, while I whimpered in protest.
There were murmurs in the back and I was able to make out the gist of it with my sharp ears as the fire sucked up my heart. It beated one last time and then there was silence. The vice was high, and keening.
"She's waking up." It was familiar, but blurry in my memory. Whoever she was, she was not important, useless to me really. Every sound echoed through my ears, inviting me to join the wild life, but I refused. I didn't want to changed out of the darkness and meet my new life. I didn't want to say good bye.
"Bella, open your eyes." It was the male's voice again and my eyes invountarily fluttered open. My body felt different, stretched out. The pain was completely gone, leaving me empty. That wasn't the only thing different. My ears nearly hurt with all the sounds and my eyes narrowed in on dusts. It was nothing special, just clumped into the air for no particulaur reason. But, my eyes followed it until it was snatched away by the wind. The smells made my nose burn and made my lungs compress to register them all.
I was in someone's arms. Somene who was very close. I knew I should've jumped up and ran away, but my instincts told me to stay. He smiled at me, a white dazzling, smile.
"Riley." The word fell from my lips, the name. It was so familiar and it fluttered from my lips so perfectly, I almost gasped. His face was defined, sharp, and gorgeous.
Riley...
Rough. Grins. Happy. Sparkling eyes. Evil glints. Expert hands. Peaked nipples. Bruises. Love...?
No.
That wasn't right.
My eyebrows furrowed as he held me close. He stood fluidly, sweeping my feet off the floor. I gasped at the unexpected movement and almost snarled, but his eyes pinned me. I became submissive again and allowed him to take lead. And he did. His lips crashed onto mine before I could protest and his desire burned into my head.
I heard a dry chuckle and hissed, crouching in front of Riley protectively. My body commanded me to keep him to myself and never let go, but my heart was telling me something was missing...something important.
I let go of the lingering thought and saw a small girl huddled in the corner. She wasn't a threat , she looked so fucking weak. She bared her teeth at me, but I just stood there. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards him. I didn't fight. What was the point? I was already drawn to him.
It hurt to admit that for some reason. He whirled me around to face him and I was momentarily shocked at the close prioximity. Scent; wrong. Looks; wrong. Voice; wrong. Feeling...right. It didn't matter, right now, he was my top priority. He stared into my eyes and smiled widely. I was glad to produce that smile.
"You're so fucking beautiful. You deserve to see yourself." He pulled me into a different room and I almost stumbled. I was being too graceful. I didn't remember ever being graceful. I didn't remember a lot of things, but that was one.
Blood. Bruises. Stumbling. Falling. The floor was my friend.
What I saw in the mirror made me gasp. Her eyes were a light violet, starking out into her face. Her face, so beautiful. Her heartshaped face was perfectly shaped. Her nose was straight and her lips were turned up into a delighted smile, showing off her amazing straight teeth. Her ivory skin looked like it had never seen the sun, but very elegant and didn't have one flaw. Her cheekbones were high and set her face into eternal beauty. Her hair, which surprised me dully, was long and brown. It was the color of chestnuts and coffee. It had tinges of red and was reaching my small waist. It was curled softly on the ends. Her body was perfect. Her breasts, full, high, and small to fit my petite form. Her waist was small and flowed out to her full hips, running down to my curved out thighs and daint feet.
"See?" Riley moved my hair to the side and softly kissed my neck, soothingly rubbing circles on my exposed hips. I then realized that I had clothes on. That was what was annoying me. The scratchy, nonneeded material. I was in a basic black camsiole with gray stripes and gray skinny jeans that made my legs long. I had on no shoes and I silently thanked whoever dressed me.
"I know." I whispered, placing a hand on my cheek. It felt weird under my finger tips. Too satin and soft. I was beautiful, but not as beautiful as...R-Roger? No, it was a girl. Raven? Rainbow? R-Rose? Rosalie...
Rosalie!
Fine golden hair. Flashing butterscotch eyes. Full, red lips. A look of disgust. A big, burly fellow attached to her mouth.
Emaniel? Egor? Em...Emmett...
Jokes. Big muscles. Laughing. Loud voice. Protective.
Before I could think anymore about these strange people, Riley snapped me out of my thoughts, turning me around so I could face him. This pull towards him was not located anywhere in my body, but on my mind and the venom that swept through me. It was not the pull I was expecting. He leaned down to my ear, his sweet breath cascading over the shell.
"Keep your shield up no matter what." He whispered, kissing right below it, making me shudder. I leaned into his touch, but he moved with a devious smirk. He grabbed my hand tightly and I wondered how he got past the shield that was wrapped around me so tightly. I now had a better hold of it and I could actually see the purple protection glazing my skin.
He pulled me out and Bree muttered a comment to herself, too low for me to hear, but followed us other with a sigh. Fire. That was what I saw, or what I thought I saw. Her hair was like fire. Free, red...hot. It looked like if I touched it, it would burn me. She slowly turned around, her face set into a scowl and my mind sent my some warnage.
Agressive. Pain. Angry words. Blood. James...
James?
Blood. Kill. Baseball. Phone call. Danger. Glass. Ballet stuio.
Gold eyes...
Before my mind could elabaorate again, a hiss fell from my lips and I stepped in front of Riley protectively. Victoria seemed amused, but anger flashed in her dark red eyes. Riley tugged me back to him, a gentle smile on his face as he asssured me everything was alright.
I took his word for it and burrowed back into his arms, purring contentedly. Victoria scowled, "Has she beeen fed?"
My eyes immeditely shot to the trees.
Gold eyes. Vegitarian. Good. Animals.
As I started to the woods, Riley grabbed my arm roughly, tugging me back to him. "Where are you going?"
I stuttered out a response. He was mad? Why? Animals; good. Right? His eyes proved they were not.
"To hunt animals. Good, right?" I frowned. Victoria had the nerve to laugh and Riley snarled at her. She quieted with an icy glare.
"No." He said firmly.
"No?" I raised my brows, surprised.
"No." He growled, comfirming it.
I nodded feircly. What ever he needed me to do, I would do it. He suddenly grabbed my arms, shaking me rather carelessly.
"I told you to keep your shield up." He hissed.
"It is, Riley. I swear." I vowed, my eyes wide and unblinking. He stared at me awhile then let it go, releasing me from his almost painful grasp. I knew I was supposed to listen to him, but my dead heart warned me not to. It was calling out to someone else.
The problem was, who?
...
Riley was right about one thing: human blood was good. He had brought two back for me and I immeditely feasted, killing the woman first then the man. When I was done, I was still thirsty, but Riley started to lick the blood off, and I purred, enjoying the feel his velvety mouth on me.
No. Wrong.
Rought, yet sweet kiss.
Scars telling different stories.
Laughs and tears.
Tickling hands and roaming fingers...
J-J...?
Riley's lips cut off my thinking and I left it alone. Right now, he was with me. And that was all I needed.
Jasper
I still hadn't got the full story, but I knew the pull of my mate was south. Peter was trying to clue me in, but I wasn't listening. JUst an hour ago, I could feel her being, like we were morphed, then just like that, it was fuckin' gone. Charlotte thought it was her shield and Peter snarled out she wasn't letting anyone in but Riley.
So hopping on the plane with the rest of my family, wasn't a good idea, but the pull had lead me here. When we exited the airport, Peter said it was better to get off in New Mexico so they wouldn't know we were coming. Before I could enter the Texas state line, Peter grabbed my shoulder.
"You're not going to like what you see, Major. I'm telling you now. " He told me breifly. Charlotte frowned when I paused.
The best in me rattled in its cage, thinking of the possibilities that my mate could be in. It hurt to say, I didn't know what to expect. I shook his arm off and turned to my wary family.
"I don't care." And with that, I went to go find my girl.