Jasper Whitlock is known as the enforcer. He's the Volturi's main vampire when exposure is at risk. He's sent to Seattle to investigate a human. Isabella Swan. She's claimed she knew a family of Cold Ones. He finds her in a mental institution for the mentally insane.
AN: I know I've been absent, but that's because I have been working on other writing projects. On my AO3, my UN is Half_of_my_soul and I have been getting into reader inserts. I have started a new story there called Drawn to You. It is a Superman reader insert. That has been taking my time lately outside of work and school, and I'd appreciate it if you guys checked it out.
TW: Violence, Torture
The screams that tore from her throat were haunting. Echoed down the empty halls with pain and suffering. Her forehead was marred with sweat, eyes wide, breaths raspy and deep. The bright white light was harsh on her face, and tears streamed down her face. A pale face and crystal blue eyes stare her down with a mocking, insidious smile. "Now sweet Isabella…do you think vampires are real? These Cold Ones?"
Isabella shakes her head fervently, swallowing down the real answer she wanted to say. Dr. Eisenhower was an evil man. Power hungry, and greedily liked to soak up pain. She lets out a pained cry as his strong hands grasp her cheeks, puckering her lips together. "Are you telling me the truth?" He asks harshly, his dark brown hair shining under the light with the gel that slicked back his hair. Isabella nods eagerly. She'd say anything to make the torture stop. Shock therapy was Dr. Eisenhower's specialty.
He'd been with her down in the basement for over 8 hours. Typically, a person would have passed out by now or died, but she was special. He liked special. He narrows his eyes at her before reaching next to him. Her eyes widen at the mouth guard, and she made a strangled noise in the back of her throat as he shoved it in her mouth. "You'll thank me," He kisses her cheek almost in regret before he steps away.
"Increase the voltage," He demands, a sickening, wide smile that shines under the flickering lights, illuminating his tall figure with the added lightning that would strike in the distance.
Jasper lifts his head, the rain bothering him none as screaming clear as day filtered through the forest. The thunder booms, and lightning flashes across his face, his ruby red eyes glistening in the dark. He looked down at his phone, pinging the location of this human. He follows the direction of the GPS, following the constant screaming that made every living creature pause in fright.
The screams grow louder as he goes deeper into the woods, and he's able to feel the inkling of emotions. Pain of course was the most prominent. He ignores it, quite positive that his mission was the source, and that the cause was torture. Humans and their sick lust for pain that causes pleasure. Upon approaching the institute, Jasper was certain this was the place. He could sense people inside, and their drugged, muted emotions made him scrunch up his nose.
It was one of those places you read about in books, overgrown vines, and shuttered windows. The doors were slightly ajar, and Jasper tilted his head before following the sudden silence. He walks around the institute, finding a cellar door. It had a lock and chain, but that didn't deter Jasper. Breaking it was simple, and like the wind, he slipped inside, watching with keen eyes from the shadows as a young woman was wheeled down a dark hall.
The moonlight through the only window was Isabella's only source of light, and she blinked her eyes open, taking in her dark room. It smelled like mildew, and there was a constant drip of water somewhere. She makes a move to sit up, but finds that she has been strapped down, her white gown practically glued to her sides.
She struggles weakly, silently crying at the feeling of dread that had filled her very soul. She was going to die here. Thunder cracks the sky, and Bella longs to feel the rain. She's been here for two very long years, subjected to nothing but pain. Continuously.
Something out of the corner catches her eye, and she turns her head slowly, her eyes narrowing. "W-who's there?" She whispers out, clutching the leather straps at her sides. Her heart beats like the wings of a hummingbird, and she waits with bleeding anticipation. "Show yourself," She whispers, her lips trembling as she stared into the dark corner. She's suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of calmness, and her hands start to visibly shake at trying to fight off the feeling.
She sucks in a breath as a body steps into the light, just enough to see glowing red eyes. She shuts her eyes, turning her head to the wall, shaking her head. "You're not real," She whimpers, flinching at the cold hand that now laid on her cheek. "I'm not supposed to be," A low voice responds, and gentle fingers turn her head. She shakes her head, prying her face from this stranger's fingers.
"Go away…you're not real…" She whispers. "You're going to make him come back…stop talking to me…." The leather straps on her hands are suddenly snapped, and a stony face is now in her line of sight. "I am real Isabella. I had hopes that this would be easy, but it seems these….monsters have made this rather difficult," His smooth voice makes her stop and stare, the blonde strands of his hair catching her attention. She raises a shaking hand to the blonde locks that fell, and red eyes followed her every move. The curl bounced with her touch, and Isabella drew her hand back.
"The mind is truly…. unfathomable," She whispers. Jasper's brows lower, and he lifts his head for a moment, listening. He looks back down at her, his decision made then and there. He covers her mouth, and her eyes widen. "Be. Very. Quiet." He shushes her, and as if it were a million years ago, she found herself pressed against the wall at a speed too fast to follow. Her vivid imaginings of Edward had stopped when Dr. Eisenhower started shock therapy with her, and now as she looked at this strange figment of her imagination, she couldn't believe how active her imagination had come. Why would she dream some savior?
Her attention is stolen as the stranger hides across from her, his glowing red eyes dark with deep emotions. Jasper eyes her carefully. His plan was to kill her, erase her from this world, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. She had endured horrors only she will ever know of, and he could see it in her eyes. The woman he sought had long since left. He was well aware of the human the Cullen's had immersed themselves with, having heard vivid descriptions of her from their very mouths. The Volturi had caught the Cullen's for their behavior of allowing a human to live knowing their existence. They should have turned her.
This however wasn't the woman they spoke of. This woman was no longer of this world, stuck in her own head. She was broken. As he stared into her brown orbs from across the room, some feeling settled at the bottom of his unbeating heart. It didn't take only but a few seconds for him to place this feeling, and he now knew what he had to do.
He flickers his eyes away from her, turning to the door that was now being unlocked. He didn't bother with taming down Bella's spike in fear. It only made him angrier, which was what he needed to get this done. The nurse that came in grumbled to himself before shining his flashlight in the room. The bright light blinded Bella, and the nurse closed the door. "Now, how did you get out?" He croons, and Bella pushes herself back into the shadows, pointing behind him.
The nurse turns, and of course sees nothing. He turns back around, only to see Jasper and his malicious smile. Bella's eyes widen as Jasper take his hand, swiping across the nurse in fast moves, and her eyes go to the wall as blood had spattered in odd patterns. She watches in horror as the nurse falls to the ground, his head nearly severed. Bella's cold, earth-shattering scream is deafening, and she pushes herself as far she can into the cold wall as Jasper turns around, his face bloodied in splotches. In a slow walk, he walks towards her, lifting a hand, his finger grazing her pale cheek, leaving bloody finger marks.
She was still screaming, frozen in fear. He gently grabs her face, forcing her mouth closed. "Nobody is going to hurt you ever again," He promised, and before her eyes he was gone, terrified screams echoing in the basement.
Will be another part. I didn't expect it to be as dark as I made it, but the next part will be just if not more violent. I know, so not holiday festive lol but I do plan to include some like that for the holiday season.
Next time guys