Jasper sat at the bank of a river with his feet dipped into the water. He was rubbing at the most recent wound on his wrist which was a still healing cut The Major had done at some point last night with one of Esme's silver knives.
He wasn't sure of the reason and it didn't matter how much he tried to speak to him he was met with nothing but silence.
Waking up with random wounds wasn't new and at this point in life it was nothing but normal and familiar rather than alarming as it had first been when he was still not aware of The Major.
The gash was larger than he was used to. It went from his wrist up to his elbow and the pressure had been just right so as to not make him bleed too much.
-You are such an hypocrite.- He muttered under his breath as he traced the cut. The Major would get all bitchy if he was hurting himself but then he went and hurt him. It made no sense.
"Ah dun't wanna hear that from ya of all people." - The Major's voice was harsh as he glared at him from the reflection on the river.
-Oh, so you're talkin' again?
"Dun't git cute with meh."- The Major warned. Glare blazing with irritation.
-No, you don't get cute with me, you took the front from me even though I told you not to do that when I'm sleepin'. And for what you did it? To be an hypocrite and cut our skin! Why did you do that? You know perfectly well Carlisle's still checkin' us all over for signs of side effects. If he sees somethin' amiss I'm the one who will get in trouble.
"Ya wouldn't git in trouble if ya weren't so pathetic." - The Major told as a statement of fact. Arms crossed over his chest as Jasper shifted and came to stare him down. Fingers gripping the bank of the river as his eyebrow twitched.
-Pathetic?
"Yes! Pathetic! Have ya seen yourself?! Ya let that good for nothin' order ya 'round as if he owns ya! He may be stron' but he's certainly proven ta be as useless as he's pathetic. In fact. You've become as pathetic as 'im!"
-I would rather be pathetic than a monster who gets off on makin' others suffer. Moreover. Hurt people who cared about me on purpose.- Jasper told. Voice cold and cruel as his gaze darkened. The Major grinned.
"Ya may hide behind a false sense of composure but we both know ya ain't a saint. Dun't forget ah was born out of yer own hatred an' rage. 'm what ya would've become. 'm you an' you're me. We're the same. You're as much of a monster as I am Jasper Whitlock."
-You are right, I am a monster, I don't deny it. But we aren't the same. Never will be. You know why? Because unlike you, killin' isn't somethin' I do anymore, I'll never go back to who I was before. You? You are stuck and you refuse to move on. Refuse to accept that this place is good for us.
"It ain't! They're all waitin' for ya ta mess up so they can have an excuse ta kill ya! You're a black blood! Ya cain't live with 'em! Poisonous vampires an' black bloods dun't mix! Ya heard the coven leader yerself! Ya weren't made for this life. We should leave before it's too late!"
-I'm not leavin' and you can't make me, I won't let you call the shots whenever you please, this is my life now and if you refuse to accept it then you can shut up and don't come up ever again. I won't let you ruin this for me. Alice won't be hurt anymore, not by me and certainly not by you.- Jasper told. Voice absolute and gaze hard.
He wouldn't let The Major keep up washing his head with paranoia.
If the Cullens had accepted him as he was there was nothing else that could make him doubt them. This coven, this family, was worth trusting.
He wanted to make things right.
And if that meant getting rid of The Major then so be it.
"Ah helped ya! You created meh! Ya cain't jus' toss meh aside 'cause ya no longer need meh!"
-But I'm not tossin' you aside, I'm sayin' that if you don't have anythin' good to do or say to not come up at all.- Jasper told. Sighing as The Major glared even more at him. Fingers gripping the bank even tighter without his consent.
Did he think he was happy about this? He wasn't. But what else was he suppose to do?
-I know I created you, and I know I can't toss you aside, I don't want to toss you aside, but you're leavin' me no choice. You're hurtin' everyone I care about, and I can't allow that. They're important to me, why can't you understand that hurtin' 'em hurts me too? I'm not askin' you to like 'em, nor trust 'em, you do you. All I'm askin' you is to stop hurtin' 'em, please? The last thing I want is to carry their deaths on my hands.
The Mejor glared at him even more.
"Jodete entonces, dun't come beggin' for mah help when things blow up, Whitlock."- The Major snapped harshly before Jasper's fist unwillingly connected with the reflection. Water splashing everywhere and making the reflection blur before he was staring back at himself.
If The Major was using Spanish and his last name in a same sentence that meant he was seriously furious.
Yet before he could think about calling him back he heard footsteps. An odd scent in the air that he couldn't quite decipher making his hairs stand on end. He glanced towards it and stood up. He couldn't feel any emotional signature but he could certainly feel it.
The stare.
A growl stuck at the back of his throat.
And then it hit him.
Pain.
It slammed into him with the force of a nuclear explosion. Bringing him down to his knees with a strangled gasp. It pierced his skin and poisoned his insides like a flood of incandescent lava.
Pain strikes across his entire being like a boiling whiplash of lightning making him drop on the ground with a choked cry.
But even past the torturous pain he can hear footsteps approaching and in a surge of adrenaline he forces himself up and bolts. The pain eats him alive as he runs. Vision blurred. Hearing distorted. Pain.painpainpainpainpainsweetbeautofulpain.
Footsteps chase him from all directions but he knows that it's not the dogs. Not even the Cullens. Who the hell could get a jump on him that he wasn't aware of?
And then he came to an abrupt halt as the forest parted into a meadow.
The sun shining above in all its noon splendor.
Its shone making his head scream as light stabbed him. He was panting past the agonizing pain. Shaking. Couldn't focus.
And still.
He spun around and slammed his fist against the throat of a newborn who had lunged at him, but even as he tried to run off five more came running like a wave of rage and bloodlust towards him. Three more from behind him. Yanking him out of the shadows and onto the sunlight.
The group collided with him with such force he crashed on the ground with no opportunities of getting back up. Their hands pulling and grabbing and ripping. Teeths biting and tearing until his clothes were an absolute mess and acid burnt his shoulders and elbows with unforgiving throbs of nightmares.
And when the newborns left him the sun finished their job.
He felt the heat engulf him. Licking his skin and tearing his muscles apart. Making him scream and trash around as hands held him down. He tried to fight it off. Fighting to remember something that wasn't pain. But his mind was white. Nothing to grasp into. He couldn't break free. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see.
And it hurt.
It felt like he was boiling alive. Eyes being prickled with needles. Piercing through his sclera and stabbing right through his brain. Fire was scratching at his skin. Licking and biting. All over his body. He kicked. He punched. Trashed and fought.
But no matter how much he fought he couldn't fight the fire of the sun.
Couldn't escape the searing whiplash of fire that's obliterating his skin with such colossal force it threatens to drive him insane. Centering around his ankles like a grenade going off right under his skin that sets the world ablaze and rips his skin apart.
And all he can do is throw his head back and scream as the agonizing river of nightmares ripples his entire existence. Back arching and limbs jerking as he twists and twists.
But he can't escape.
Light is sending searing fire into his eyes and head and all he can do is scream and scream as the agony ripples through his body. The pain. The pain . He is burning alive. His skin tearing apart and splitting into nothing but utter and absolute pain.
And when it feels as if the core of the sun itself is threatening to pierce his soul and melt him from the inside out arms grab his legs and he is pulled back into the shadows. His limbs shaking and throat closed so tight all he can do is gasp and fight for an air he doesn't even need. He is burning and his bones are melting . It hurts.
He can feel fingers running across his back and he whimpers as the action brings nothing but ripples of sizzling pain across the sensitive skin.
The hand rests on his nape and there's a voice but he can't hear. Can't think. Can't breathe. Can do nothing at all to think past the fact that he was in Hell. All he can see is a blurred figure over him that gets closer and closer and-
Fingers grab at his hair as the person kneels before him and this time at least he can make their face past the blurred nightmare.
Volturi.
He can't recognize the face but he can recognize the clothes.
He wasn't stupid, he knew the Volturi would find out, eventually, but he never expected it would lead to this.
On the other hand.
He should have known that Aro's dramatic psychotic ass would pull out something like this.
-Aro will be pleased to know it was true. The Major's hiding with the Cullens.
Jasper grunted when the fingers tugged at his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back and making his skin stretch with blazing pain in the act.
He glared up at the Volturi.
And without missing a beat he spat at his feet.
An electric whiplash rippled across his stomach as a familiar flare burst and twisted his insides. Exploding with the might of a grenade and blazing up like a wildfire.
Wood .
Stake.
He bit down on his tongue, refusing to give them the pleasure of hearing him. Dizziness was doing great at making focusing hard. Vision swimming. He felt weaker than he had felt in decades and now the stench of his blood...
He wondered if Alice could see him.
And if not.
God he hoped she didn't see him at the last minute. It would kill her.
The Volturi grabbed him and forced him up on his knees. The world spun around him at it. A hand grabbed his neck and he saw red. Even past the dizziness and agony.
His instincts obliterated his senses.
And the little strength he had left went to his legs as he sprung up and took hold of the Volturi, drowning it in absolute calm.
He grabbed his arms and pulled him closer. Fingers crushing his biceps as he sank his fangs into his throat. The taste of venom merged with the bitterness of newborn blood ignited something so hot in his throat it felt as if he was melting from the inside out.
And he ripped the skin.
Even when dizziness and a sense of wrongness hit him he couldn't stop himself from keeping on flooding his mouth with the glorious liquid. So precious he couldn't even swallow past the desperation to taste more. Each drop like a sinful thickness of absolute sweetness on his tongue. Acid. Bitter. Sweet. Perfect . It lit his throat like a volcano and made him crave for more more and more.
And when no more came out he went after the others without an ounce of doubt. Slaughtering them and sucking their venom. Their remaining blood. One was running. Threat. Food. Venom .
It was getting away.
He chased after it. Slammed into it and pinned it against the ground.
Biting into it was like the gates of a new world opened.
But that's all he got to do for a force collided with him sending such a ripple of absolute nightmarish torture across his entire existence he saw white. Arms of steel around him and such a tsunami of sweet blinding pain he could do nothing about the sudden flashes in his vision or the ringing in his ears.
And as the South's terror rose the world was bathed in red.
A/N: "Jodete entonces" basically translates to "Fuck you then".