Summary:
What if Jasper was Freya's supposedly unborn son? What if Josie's spell returned to Freya more than just Hope's memories? What if her spell unleashed the potential end of an entire specie as the wrong people regained memories that should have been left buried? Secrets are revealed as Jasper's past, present and future collide.
Elijah and Klaus don't die, they find an object powerful enough to throw the dark magic into, said object is now currently at the bottom of the ocean. Finn is alive bc he deserved better and bc I say so.
Post-Breaking Dawn Part 2
Post-The Originals
Legacies season 2
The vampires from the originals are refered as "red vampires" by the poisonous vampires, the name so as to reference the fact that they have blood in their veins instead of venom.
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Dahlia lied.
She tampered with Freya's memories and made her think that her son had died way before birth, but truth is that Freya didn't manage to drink the poison in time and the boy was born. And while Dahlia let her keep him she eventually tore them apart for he was starting to become as much of a rebel as Freya.
Dahlia continued raising him in Texas with the illusion of his mother demanding Dahlia to take him away for she was tired of dealing with his breakdowns when she could barely deal with her own, all the while Freya was kept in Norway with fake memories of never having given birth to him in the first place.
Of course he escaped Dahlia, like mother like son.
Little did Dahlia know her lies would be exposed centuries later at the hands of a teenager's spell.
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- New Orleans, at Rosseau's -
Last thing Freya hears is Josie chanting the Japanese spell before an invisible force hits her and she is thrown across the room, darkness comes for her as her head connects with an all too hard object, but that darkness doesn't last long for soon an explosion of memories ripples across her mind.
Memories of a sweet little girl.
"Look who's awake."- Hayley stands by the door, a little girl by her side looks at them with both wonder and anxiousness.
"Hi."- Her voice is shy, as if not quite sure of what to do with all the attention on her.
"What is that?" - A small hand rests on her shoulder. Opening the paths to the pendant with an easiness Freya never saw possible.
"Mom! Wake up wake up! Aunt Freya, please, do something!"- She's shaking Hayley and giving Freya a pleading and fearful look.
"Let me go. I can save her." - The little girl claims/affirms, desperate for a way to save her mother from an apparent unseen danger.
"Dad? What's happening?"- She sits up with a confused look. Klaus looks so heartbroken but oh so relieved.
Memories of a heartbroken yet stubborn teenager.
"Where are her friends?"- The teenager asks searching desperately with her gaze any familiar faces in the giant crowd of strangers.
"This is all wrong."- The girl says, her voice with a dangerous edge, the edge of someone who's fighting to find just the tiniest glimpse of comfort, of something being right in an all too horrible situation.
"Do you think I can..?- She looks at the necklace in Hayley's neck.
"What's the point of an always and forever when I have been left all alone at the end?!"- She's so mad, but behind that rage there's such raw pain, and Freya knows she will do the spell with, or without her.
And she cannot allow her to do it alone.
She needs to protect her.
Hope.
Hope.
Klaus' and Hayley's daughter. Her niece. The wonderful miracle they all fought so hard for.
Oh God, Hope.
But Freya's mind doesn't stop there.
Right behind the smiles and bright blue eyes of that little girl something else spills into her mind. Washing her head with even more memories, like watching a movie.
Just that this time it's a boy.
A beautiful baby boy that she cradles between her arms, she's humming as she watches him sleep .
"My beautiful boy."- She whispers as she gives him an eskimo kiss. Her finger stroking the soft cheek. He's the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.
The images swirl and there's the most adorable toddler frowning as he struggles to stand up, golden brown locks raining down his shoulders and a hazel stare settled upon her with such innocent and bright light it steals her will.
He stands up.
The memories swirl once again.
Dahlia enters the hovel with a little boy, little boy she throws at Freya.
"I told you to keep the boy away from the village, haven't I made myself clear on why can't you go there?" - Dahlia snaps harshly.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." - Freya assures as she pulls the little boy towards her. Dahlia glares at them one last time before leaving.
"I just wanted to play, I didn't mean to anger aunt Dahlia."- Came the small voice as the little boy climbs on her lap, thin arms wrapping around her and a golden brown mop of hair tickling her chin.
"I know love, I know. Aunt Dahlia is just... paranoid... But I promise that one day, you will be free to have as many friends to play with as you wish ."- Freya assures, placing a kiss on top of his head and feeling tears prickle at the corner of her eyes.
Because she knows this to be a lie.
"Mama look what I caught, look!"- The little boy was running towards her with a wide smile on his face, excitement oozing off of him and eyes sparkling with endless joy. The little boy came to an abrupt halt infront of her, dirt was smeared on his flushed cheeks and clothes, but not even that could stop the smile from breaking across Freya's face.
"What did you catch my love?"- She questions. The boy is clearly hiding something between his arms and Freya finds herself smiling even more as he brings up what he hides between his arms.
"A rabbit!"
Golden brown locks fall on his face as he gives his little jump of surprise, his soft dimples as he smiles reminding her all too much of the man she once loved so much.
"Can I keep it? Please? Not for food but for myself. I promise I will be real nice to it."- The little boy plead. Freya brushes his hair away, her hand coming to rest on his cheek.
"You know what aunt Dahlia thinks about keeping animals around if not for food."- She reminds sadly.
The little boy pouts at that, big puppy eyes stare back at her, pleading and hopeful.
"Please?"
"I'm sorry love."
The boy deflates, sighing in disappointment before bringing the rabbit back against his chest.
"I hate you!, I hate you!, I hate you!"- The little boy is screaming hatefully, each shout making the wind pick up even more, Freya wants to call out to him, but her voice won't come out, Dahlia's latest spell took way more of a tool on her than she had expected.
"Alexander, control yourself!"- Dahlia demands, approaching him, but the boy pushes her away, screaming as the canopies of the trees ignite on fire. Blood streams down his cheek as he grips his hair. And all Freya can do is watch.
"You hurt her! I hate you! You are mean! I hate you!" - A ring of fire begins to surround them at the same time the boy drops on his knees throwing up blood, blood streams down his cheeks, nose, but not even that stops him from glaring righteous fury at Dahlia. Freya finally manages to move, just enough to crawl towards the boy and pull him into a hug.
"It's okay love, mama is here, you are okay, just take a deep breath."- She says softly, the winds beats ferociously around, fire crackling as the little boy gasps, as if the air wasn't enough, dead birds landing on the ground all around.- " Just breathe love, breathe like I taught you. You are okay baby, mama's okay, mama loves you, calm down."
The fire dies down as the winds stop its ferocity, leaving nothing but smoke and dead birds behind. Freya doesn't stop stroking his hair, and as she meets Dahlia's gaze she manages to catch the fear in her eyes. Understood. She has never been able to calm Alexander when he got like this.
He could be even more devastating than Freya herself, and she knew why, she has seen it, he had even more devastating power than her.
But he had never rejected Dahlia's failed attempts to calm him down before, had never directed his anger at her.
Dahlia has never lost control of him as she had done today.
And Freya had a feeling something horrible was coming.
"No! No Dahlia! Please!"
Lobelia flowers coursed through her veins, the chains she had woken up with were cold around her wrists and ankles, leaving Freya unable to even stand as she watched Dahlia pick up the little boy's barely conscious body in her arms after she also drugged him with lobelia flowers spell.
"I should have done this long ago! You had your chance! I won't allow you to keep on putting him against me! Foolish girl, don't you think I know what you are trying to do?" - Dahlia snapped hatefully as she shifted the boy in her arms, his head coming to rest on her shoulder. His bleary eyes shinning with unshed tears as his little hands barely move.
"I'm not doing anything, I swear! I will control him better, please! Don't take him away!" - She plead as she struggled against the chains.
But Dahlia ignored her as she turned around and began walking away with the boy.
"Dahlia! I'm begging you! Please! You promised I could keep him by my side! Please! I will do anything you want, I won't put up a fight anymore, Please! Just don't take him away!"
Dahlia disappeared into the forest.
She had taken him from her.
Her sweet little boy.
He was alive.
Freya jerked up with a gasp, hand flying up to grasp her chest as even more memories filled her mind.
"That damn boy thinks he can weasel his way out of what's rightfully mine by becoming an abomination?! He belongs to me!" - Dahlia snarls to the air as she grabs onto the wall, fury like none other blazing in her eyes.
"What boy?"
"This is all your fault! You ungrateful child! I should have known since the moment he was born that you would ruin it all!"
A figure stands with its back to her, it stands in the middle of a field surrounded by piles of bleeding corpses, its hair matted in blood, and its skin wields an unnatural sparkle, almost as if it had been kissed by diamonds.
The figure turns to look at her, its eyes are like pools of the darkest shadows in the void, endless and unforgiving, blood stains its face, its chest. Its lips pull back in a silent snarl, fangs smeared in blood peak out.
Its glare is so dark, such darkness it makes her feel cold. It was like staring at the void.
Or the void staring back at her.
She didn't even move as a smart person would have done when it, he, began walking towards her. The air around her seemed to grow twice as cold and dark, and heavy. Her heartbeat accelerated, cold sweat trickling down her spine as her throat closed. A sense of impeding doom settling over her chest. That gaze was darker from up close. Darker than black. Than the night. Than the void itself.
It was like staring at death itself.
She was frozen in place despite her body screaming at her to run.
But she can't move.
Not even when he leans so close to her neck that she can feel the iced tip of his nose touching her. A low sound that seems to resemble a growl rumbles deep within him. It crawls from the pits of hell itself and resonates through her whole body, making her hairs stand on end and chills ripple down her spine. The desire to run flares in her like never before. Her instincts are screaming at her to run but she can't move.
Was he gonna bite her? Kill her? This was the first time she had ever felt like an actual prey in the face of a vampire. The first time she hasn't been able to react to the incoming attack.
But he doesn't bite her, it takes a moment before he steps back and meets her gaze, he bleeds hatred, such asphyxiating hatred her ears start ringing.
"Liar." - Freya's knees gave in.
-Alexander.- She chokes out as her hand flies to her mouth.
She refused to believe this to be true, there was no way this could be true, her son was not a vampire and he was certainly not alive, she had seen his barely formed body, she had buried his little body. So there was no way for him to be alive. Someone had to be playing cruel tricks on her, a deception of some kind in hopes of getting to her.
-It can't be true.- She sobs into the air as tears start streaming down her cheeks. It couldn't be true. He was not alive. He couldn't be alive... right?
But these memories...
Hope.
Alexander.
Her little boy was alive.
He was alive as she was sure Hope was real.
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- Forks -
Jasper had secrets as the ocean had fish.
Even the background he gave from his life before meeting the Cullens held thousands of plot holes. But no one ever questioned him about it, the past was in the past.
And while Alice knew things about him no one else did she wasn't stupid either. She knew that all things considered she could never know all about his life.
But she never expected for things to turn out the way they did.
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Jasper was helping Esme with the groceries when he felt it. The wave of magic slamming into him with enough force to make his head feel as if a bomb had gone off right inside his skull. It rippled across his mind and unleashed thousands of flashes. His knees hit the ground as his hands went for his head.
White flashed in his vision.
A woman with golden hair and blue eyes sits chained on the ground.
"Mama?" - He calls as the forest spins around him, the bowl in his hands dropping on the ground as his legs gave in and he collapsed on the ground.
"Alex!"- The woman cries as the chains clink in her attempt at going to him. The world becomes a blur and he can hear footsteps approaching.
"No! No Dahlia! Please!"- She cries, there's such raw pain in her voice, such desperation. But his body won't answer to him, he feels so weak, so heavy.
And he can do nothing as he is picked up.
"I should have done this long ago! You had your chance! I won't allow you to keep on putting him against me! Foolish girl, don't you think I don't know what you are trying to do?" - Another woman snapped, such acidic hate. His head rests on the shoulder, tears prickle at the corner of his eyes as he tries to move his hands, desperately wanting nothing more but to reach for the chained woman.
"I'm not doing anything, I swear! I will control him better, please! Don't take him away!" - The blonde woman pleads as she struggles fervently against the chains.
The woman holding him turns around and starts walking.
"Mama..."- He calls, but his voice comes out as nothing but a broken whisper.
"Dahlia! I'm begging you! Please! You promised I could keep him by my side! Please! I will do anything you want, I won't put up a fight anymore, please! Just don't take him away!"
"Mama..." - He calls even as the blonde woman disappears from his vision, even as her screams and cries became nothing but far away echoes, tears stream down his cheeks, fingers curling into fists.
More white flashes in his vision.
He wakes up to crackling fire, as he sits up it takes him nothing but a moment to remember what had happened. He quickly gets up, running outside, he came to an abrupt halt as he realized he didn't recognize the place he was at.
"Good, you are awake."- Dahlia's voice caught his attention, he turned to look at her as this came walking, a bowl in her hands.
"Where's my mom?"- He questions warily, growling as the woman grabs his arm and forces him back into the hovel.
"She's where she belongs, as so are you."- Dahlia says, giving him a dirty look as he yanked his arm free.
"What is that suppose to mean? Why was she in chains?"- He demands to know.
"Come child, you must feed." - Dahlia orders, ignoring his question completely.
"Not until you tell me where is my mom!"- He snaps harshly. Dahlia slams the bowl on the table and turns to glare at him.
"Your mother is perfectly safe, but you won't see her ever again, she was attempting to take what was rightfully mine and I refuse to have that."- She tells.
"I don't belong to you and neither does she! We have nothing to do with whatever deal you and that sister of yours made!" - He snapped back hotly.
"I won't have this discussion with you, boy, now sit down and eat."- Dahlia ordered firmly, pointing at the table.
"No!"
"You are just as ungrateful as your mother."- Dahlia says as she grabs his arm and pulls him towards the table despite this one's struggles.- "Eat."- She orders releasing him. He glares at her.
"I would rather starve!" - He snapped with righteous fury, smashing the bowl on the ground, thunder rumbles outside as the bowl clatters on the ground, food spilling everywhere as the wind began howling outside.
"You ungrateful child!" - Dahlia berates.
"I want to go back with my mom!"- He demands, fingers curling into fists as he throws himself at her, of course Dahlia dodges him quite easily. He stumbles with a chair instead, crashing on the ground, lightning crackles outside as he stands up, angry tears prickling at his eyes.
"You won't! And you better calm yourself down, I won't stand for this disrespect!"
"I don't have to do anything you say! You are not my mother, you are a mean woman who no one likes and I will never obey you! I hate you!, I hate you!, I hate you!"- The woman grabbed his arm as the fire from the fire roared aggressively, she yanked him forward.
"If you don't cease with this behaviour this instant I will give you an actual reason to hate me for, understand?!"
He glared at her even more.
The pain in his head intensified making him bend until his forehead was against the ground. It felt like his brain would explode right through his skull. The images too overwhelming to deal with at once. What the hell was this? Had Dahlia found him?
It was intoxicating. Suffocating. It strangled him until he was left gasping, fingers clutching his head. His head was buzzing. Throbbing. Like a sledgehammer falling down upon his skull over and over again until it crushed his bones to dust. He knew his body didn't react well to magic but it has never felt as horrible as this. It felt like his insides were being torn apart. Like his mind itself was being flayed.
Like he was being cursed from the inside out.
With black magic.
The air was bitter. Metallic. Humid. Something's wrong. Wrong . A sense of utter heat filled him until it felt like his skin itself was melting off his bones. Melting. Melting. Melting. Such acid. Heat. Rage. Pain. It drove him insane.
"This is enough, I won't stand for you to turn out as disrespectful and ungrateful as your mother. If you won't obey, you will forget."
"No!"
Like a string being snapped the pain dispersed with the might of a whiplash of lightning.
Black.
Cold. So cold.
A fog began creeping up at the back of his head, submerging him underwater as the world slowed down, the glimpses of a woman standing in a field of corpses blurring, dropping like a smudged picture of paint that's been splashed with water, merging into a mess of blurred colors. The noise from the forest became distorted, or was it from the present? He couldn't tell.
Someone was talking again, he knew that, but he couldn't grasp the words. It was like water slipping through his fingers, too far, numb, floating inside his own mind.
Strong hands grabbed his arms. Carlisle's face was infront of him, his lips were moving but he couldn't grasp the words, couldn't grasp it. The words fell and sank into the fog that was filling his head, fingers snapped infront of him but the world was slow, muffled, far from his reach.
The words kept distorting, slipping through his fingers like water, but the words kept coming and going, sinking, going down down down down the sinkhole. It was like watching a movie in slow motion from underwater.
-Jasper!- The world came rushing back in as if breaking out of the water and he flinched back as the emotions around him became too deafening to tell apart. For a moment his mind went blank, but he felt too exhausted to even attempt to move. A little voice at the back of his head assuring him he wasn't in danger.
And against his better judgement he ended up collapsing against the person. The arms were strong, firm, the smell familiar, generally he would avoid physical contact with anyone that wasn't Alice, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care.
He was tired. Too tired to focus.
He felt unbalanced. Unfocused. Lost. Odd. Weird. Wrong . His mind sluggish.
And when the darkness came for him he had no strength left whatsoever to fight it off.
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The Cullens knew about Jasper's gift. It was basic knowledge that he could read people's emotions and influence/manipulate them, even if he used his gift little to none, it was there, the knowledge was there.
But none of them had ever wondered about the true extent of his gift.
Thinking better of it his gift was as dangerous as it was powerful; the ability to control someone's emotions.
But none of them expected to find out about the true extent of his gift through that sudden wave of asphyxiating pain, it obliterated the air with the force of a tsunami, crushing and unforving, destroying everything in its path until there was nothing but pain, agony, despair, fear, rage.
It was thick. Overwhelming. Unexpected .
He had been fine. And then he hadn't.
Edward saw it. He wasn't quite sure what was he seeing considering he could barely focus under the horrible and melting pressure that was rushing through his veins but he saw it. So similar to Alice's gift but so much more different. Almost as if he was watching the world through someone else's eyes.
His gift got to each and every single corner of the house, mercilessly poisoning those it reached.
Esme who had been the closest to him had tried and failed to get his attention despite how much agony was blurring her vision. Even if she had no idea what was causing such pain to her son she needed to bring him back. Because he had been fine.
Carlisle was the one who managed to break out of the agonizing fog and reach the garage, ignoring the crushing river of lava coursing through his veins. All in order to find Jasper on the ground clutching his head and as silent as death. Carlisle's first instinct is to grab him but there's no recognition in Jasper's face.
His eyes are completely glazed, moving frantically as if seeing something completely different from what was before him.
He would expect that from Alice given her gift.
But Jasper certainly couldn't see the future like his wife.
In fact.
If he didn't knew better he would dare and say he was having an absent seizure.
But Jasper was a vampire. Vampires couldn't have seizures for the single fact that their brains didn't had what it needed to provoke a seizure in the first place. His gift is piercing. Unforgiving. It threatens to send Carlisle back into a fog of acid and fire as his skin threatens to be incinerated from the inside out.
And he wonders how did he ever thought Jasper's gift to be the most harmless of his three children's when of them all he was the one with an offensive gift.
Carlisle tries and fails at catching his attention. It's like his words aren't registering.
And in a moment of flat out desperation he shakes him.
-Jasper!
To his surprise that seemed to be enough to snap him back to reality, his gift's influence disappearing off the air like a whiplash that made his gut twist with a nauseous feeling. The pressure and heat dissipating off his veins. It was over.
Sort of.
Jasper flinched back but just as quick he was crumbling against Carlisle, almost as if any strength he had ever had had completely left him.
Carlisle grabbed him on reflex, arms keeping a firm hold on him, even more so when he leaned his entire weight on him.
It took him a moment to realize something.
He passed out.
That was... Carlisle didn't even know poisonous vampires were capable of passing out.
In a blink there was Alice standing at the garage's entrance and looking like the personification of concern itself.
Between her and Carlisle they got Jasper to the living room, leaving him on the couch.
Alice sat down at his side, she wasn't sure what had happened, she had been about to pounce on a mountain lion when the vision had hit her, a vision of Jasper on the garage's floor, clutching his head as if he was in pain. All the while his gift seemed to affect everyone around.
But she had also felt the overwhelming and foreign heat coursing through her veins. A pressure that threatened to burst her insisdes and burn her from the inside out. That while she had been way too far from his range.
And now he was unconcious?
Last time he passed out was also last time he slipped and it had taken him an entire week to wake back up. She had only been glad that at the time they had gone on a vacation after the whole ordeal with the Volturi, away from the Cullens.
How was she suppose to explain the reason of his unconsciousness if he didn't wake up today? It wasn't as if she could tell them the truth.
-What the hell was that?- Rosalie demanded. She was still struggling to get rid of the nausea that damn emotional wave had left behind. The sense of disarray in her emotions.
-His gift.- Alice told as a statement of fact, though even she had her doubts about that being completely true, she had felt the entirety of his gift before and it had never felt like that. Her hand rested on Jasper's cheek.
-Since when can he do that?- Emmett asks still feeling quite flustered over the whole situation.
-Since forever. He just chooses not to do it for it takes a tool on him...- It wasn't exactly a lie, Jasper usually avoided pushing his gift to the limit for it put way too much of a strain in his body.
-Is that why he passed out?- Esme questioned worriedly.
-... I don't know.- Alice ended up conceding after a moment of silence. Because she truly didn't know what had happened for him to react like he did.
Then Edward spoke.
-There was a woman.