A/N: Thank you for all your reviews and for following my story, wasn't really expecting anything but it really makes me happy. Also a heads up, this story is placed in more modern times and not from the book or movies, Although everything is the same, alittle bit of OOC'ness with Jasper and Leah. Here is chapter two! Enjoy.
Thirst and Desire: Chapter 2
What would I do without your smart mouth
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
All of me- John Legend
Jasper's view on Leah's entrance
The moment Leah Clearwater came walking into Forks High School with a rush of anger and resentment hit him like a boulder. The rage that came crashing like raging tidal waves into him, and shook the very foundations of his being. It was a very different feeling and he'd experience this before, twice and he knew who it had come from, but, he hadn't understood why the she-wolf was here.
He was of course pathokinesis, the very woman who had turned him had these same emotions pent up within her and her name was Maria. The woman he became slave to during the southern vampire wars in the 1800's and now here the she-wolf was, with the very same emotions that of which was in similar to his first deranged coven mate, Maria.
Her emotions called out to him in anguish, this was something totally different from what he was used to feeling on an everyday basis. The Cullen household all had a grip on their never changing emotions, mostly unemotional, a little sadness here, a touch of worry...a dab of anger there, mostly radiating off Edward and Rosalie. Alice had nothing but happiness along with hope which had first drew him to her in that Philadelphia diner during 1948.
But Leah Clearwater was a different story, when he had first seen her after the battle with the newborns...
She was graceful
She was bewitching
She was in control
From Edwards thoughts, she had been labeled as the bitter harpy, the bitch of La Push and Edward had come to disliking just as her own pack members had.
Emotions were fickle, to him that is, they were a welcome...he fed off emotions, lived off it. Heck, he even craved it and this feltso good. It made his mouth water, venom pooled in his mouth as he closed his eyes sitting back in his desk savoring it while she passed his class to go to hers.
Finally, she had the same class he was in...it took long enough, he smirked.
As she walked in, she was introduced as a new student, the only empty seat in the room was beside him. He watched the way she moved across the classroom, with such grace that made the rest of the female population green with envy and yet this little wolf didn't know what she was capable of doing.
Shoulder length black hair framed her face, a gray tank-top covered by a black jean army jacket, black skinny jeans that hugged her luscious curves quite perfectly and black combat boots.
But he could see over carefully crafted look, underneath the self confident, powerful woman lay her broken soul. Fear, remorse, pain and acceptance was underneath all the B.S she had hidden away in the back of all her dark emotions.
Upon hearing her curse softly to herself as she sat down, damning the eternal father for being seated near Leeches twice in one day, she sat down and ignored him. Almost completely forgetting him while she glared at his step-siblings across.
Hate, resentment, rage, and turmoil soon hit him again as she stared across.
"You know...you shouldn't stare at Emmett like that, he'll get the wrong idea." He teased as he began taking notes on what their teacher had been going over, still relishing in her numerous emotions.
She snapped out of her trance and embarrassment took over at the realization of what she had just been doing.
"I was wondering what smelled." She answered him, got to love that legendary Leah glare. He had to laugh at her situation, from what Edward had told him along with step-siblings, the news of Leah's unexpected entrance.
As the day progressed, the more he had been around Leah, the more he held respect and admiration for her. Her malicious attitude was very much welcomed and he could easily overlook her species, which was new for him to say the least. He had thought Rosalie would be more in-tune with the she-wolf, given the almost similar situations of a life lost and immortality gained.
She was enticing to say the least, so unlike Alice...tall, muscular, feisty, and exotic all in the form of this beautiful female. Now...if he could compare his situation to that of the ever romantic fool Edward, he would agree, that some women just drew a person in. He was hooked on Leah already and it hadn't even been a full day, she was a drug. She was lust itself.
The need, the need to be drawn in and feast on her many emotions was bliss, followed by the want. It was a desire that lodged itself deep into his aged marbled bones, something no one could understand, like a dying dehydrated man in the Sahara desert upon seeing a lone river ahead. The need to take the emotions and smooth it over, like breathing in and exhaling out. He thought of this as Alice motioned him over in the lunch room, he told her the need to keep Leah calm. They all agreed without the exception of Bella, but it really wasn't any of her concern.
There had been an undeniable understanding after the newborn war, betwixt Alice and him both. Their relationship and marriage had drifted apart during the last century. There was hardly any chemistry nor spark left and On this they both agreed, separated and filed for divorce.
Most vampires did this and went on to find another suitable mate, based on agreement between both...this was fine. It was mutual, no hurt feelings were involved, they still talked, they were still the best of friends...they just didn't feel lust or desire for one another anymore.
The family took it well and understood, making a promise that there would be no jealousy involved if the other found a potential mate. Human or vampire.
The first wave of lust he felt from Leah, it felt exquisite. The desire that hit him afterward as she looked into his eyes, he knew then that she would be lusting for him, lusting after his blonde locks...hazel eyes, cold smooth skin and his natural accent. His accent that drew her in...and advantage to reel her in if he wanted to...she just hadn't known that yet. She tried to deny it and smother her emotions but it already happened...it would be the beginning and he knew it.
They were both predators in this tiny place with prey all around.
In the wild, two predators of different species who occupied that same space was a recipe for disaster, and this was just the beginning of something beautiful, something deadly. Scent be damned! He didn't give a fuck about how his predatory senses disliked her scent. He would welcome it and engage in what was not suppose to be persuaded. He always loved a good hunt, and this was a hunt to show Leah that there was such a thing as kindness, love, romance and joy...and this would be driven by lust and desire.
And he would pursue her until she gave in.