Heat.
That's the first thing Jasper noticed. Excruciating heat that boiled his insides. Molten. Lava. Fire. Boiling water. Fire. Fire. Fire. His head was buzzing. Ringing. Ears ringing. A pressure threatening to split his skull apart. Brain explode. Combustion. Fire.
And someone was talking. Far. Far. Too far. Echo. He couldn't focus past the blurriness in his head. Fog. Cloud. Stuffed. Tight. Tight. Tight. Knot. Sweat trickling down his temple. Acid. Stung. The light stabbed at him when he tried blinking past the darkness. Fog. Cloud. The air was thick. Too thick. Unbreathable. Was that even a word? Ugh. The pain was all consuming. Pain? Wasn't it heat?
An iced hand rested on his forehead and he flinched. Swatting it back as a sound stuck at the back of his throat. He couldn't blink. Breathe. His insides were on fire. Each tendril being ripped apart before being licked and sewn back together with acid and lava. Blazing red. Nuclear. Atomic. Fire.
It reminded him of that night.
But worse.
Because this time the world was blurred. Like being underwater and all that ever made sense was getting further and further. He was sinking down and down and down until he was suffocating. Drowning. Burning alive. Flames licking his bones until he could do nothing but fight in a failed attempt at breaking out through the surface of the ocean. An ocean made out of darkness and such intense lava it's melting the skin off his bones.
Hands cold as ice are grabbing him.
"You must keep away from those with the touch of ice."
Whose voice was that? Woman. Female. Fear. Red. It made panic seize his chest, for what reasons? He couldn't tell. He didn't care. That voice was leaving him. Pain. Fear. Confusion. Loneliness. Anger.
He kicked and fought the hands of ice. Going as far as sinking his teeth into the flesh of ice. It tasted like ashes and death. His fingers gripped so hard he felt skin give in beneath it. Breaking like glass. Marble. Crack.
A hand rested on the back of his head and he tightened his grip on the ice.
"The blood feeders aren't to be trusted AJ. They may look like us but they ain't people. A creature with no heartbeat is nothin' but a demon wearin' the skin of the deceased."
He bit harder.
That voice was leaving him. He had to follow it. Run. Find it. There were screams. Pain. Fear. Loneliness. Coldness. Darkness. Demons of ice. Weak. Anger.
"My darlin' boy."
The ice was enveloping him. Ice. Death. Danger. Blood feeders. Blood. Death. Deceased. Demon. He broke free from the hold as fire seized his veins and as he pounced for the whispers of light the sun set the world ablaze from his insides up to his outside. He landed on the ground and bolted. He ran and ran until he could no longer hear or smell the dead.
The world was spinning and spinning and before he knew it he was crashing on the ground as he stumbled. He rolled and rolled and as his head connected with something a ringing blasted across his eardrums. Numb. Pain. Ring. Ring. Ring. Metal was thick in his mouth. Chest tight. Tight. It constricted until he could do nothing but gasp for air. Coughing and rolling on the ground. Spitting the acid taste in his mouth out.
Fire crawled up his throat. Vomit.
This time the fire rather than subsidizing increased as he threw up with more desperation. His body refusing to give him a break, his fingers dug on the dirt as the fire blazed and blazed until he was seeing white. The fire beneath his skin became so bad at some point he began clawing at himself and screaming. Something trailed down his cheeks. Nose. Ears. It wouldn't stop. Fire firefirefirefirefirefire.
GodDamn FIRE.
His vision went black not for the first time in his life but with some hope for the last.
~~~~~~~~~
Seth was the one who had found him while he was taking a night stroll with Brady.
Both of them had caught the acidic scent mixed with that familiar bittersweet scent characteristic of a vampire. And while familiar it was too contaminated to make out from who had they smelt it before.
That's when both had come across it.
The most weird situation to ever cross them since that of a human pregnant with a vampire.
Human.
Both of them had found one of the Cullens. The soldier one. Unconcious. Human.
He.
Was human.
Kind of.
I mean, he had been breathing. Actually breathing. With a heartbeat. And he was bleeding. Not red but black but still bleeding.
While taking him to the Cullens would have been the wisest choice something drove them to grab him and take him with them instead. Something about his smell compelling them to keep him.
Sam of course hadn't been happy about it.
Because while their relationship with the Cullens had gotten exceptional compared to how it used to be there was a line. Even more so when it concerned this particular Cullen.
But he was Leah's imprintee and not helping him wasn't an option.
Thus, that's how the leech ended up on the couch with Emily stitching the cut on his head to Sam's immense distaste. She shouldn't be so close to that thing. He wasn't stupid. He had heard about this particular vampire. His control around humans was as weak as a newbie's. Plus, he had bitten Leah.
But he didn't knew how to stitch a wound and he would rather not have him bleed out. The doctor had helped them a lot and so had the blond creep. It was fair he didn't let that one die.
Also.
There was something about his scent that irked at him. Like something he should keep wary about but also protect. It was unnatural and unnerving.
-His shoulder needs to be set back.- Emily's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the leech. His shoulder did need to be set back.
Sighing, he went over to the blond creep. His skin wasn't even that pale and the hideous scars stood out like a sore thumb.
Those scars were one of the many reasons why he had labeled him as the most dangerous Cullen.
He grabbed his shoulder and without missing a beat, but also careful with the strength he ensued, he popped the shoulder back in place.
The reaction was immediate as he sucked in a sharp breath and began struggling against Sam's hold. Kicking and writhing. Sam was surprised to come across such abnormal strength, even for a vampire.
But soon enough the leech was unconcious once again.
-I'm not sure he's entirely one of those leeches.- Sam muttered as he released the leech. His skin felt hotter than he knew a vampire's should be but that could be attributed to the labored breathing.
-Then what is he?
-I don't know. Something's not right about him.- Sam felt on edge. Something about his scent irked at him. Like something to watch out for. Protect? Kill? He couldn't figure which one but it did great at keeping him on edge.
What the hell was happening?
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Jasper woke up to a hand touching his forehead. Warm. Unfamiliar. Even the air smelt foreign. Wrong. He swatted at the hand before scrambling off the couch. Couch? He crashed on the ground as his legs gave in. A jolt of pain rippling through his spine up to his skull. His hands clutched his head. Pounding. A sledgehammer smashing down on his brain over and over and over again.
Breathe.
"He's at Emily's."
"Since when do leeches bleed?"
"I wasn't aware we were letting them walk so deep into in our territory, regardless of their state."
"Stop talking as if you weren't sitting outside of Emily's all night."
The voices were loud. Glitching. Static. Buzzing. Buzz. Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Do you want me to break your jaw?"
The voices were loud. Deafening. Like a crowd. A sound stuck at the back of his throat. He wanted the voices to shut up. Silence. Quiet. Mute. Mute. A hand touched him and he lashed out with a ravenous snarl. Almost managing to bite a shoulder.
That if he hadn't been tackled against the ground. Fingers of steel grabbing his wrists and knees pressing hard on his legs keeping him from moving. He struggled against the hold. Growling and snapping as he did so.
It took him more than he was willing to admit to even clear his vision enough to process the identity of the person holding him down.
Sam.
Why the hell was the mutt holding him down?
And why did everything smelt of dog? It was such a reek it made him scrunch up his nose in disgust.
-Dog.- Was the first thing that left his mouth. Sam scowled at him as irritation washed over him before the Alpha decided to release him and step back.
Jasper took it to sit up on the floor. His gaze roaming around what appeared to be the living room of an unfamiliar house. There was a woman standing close to the door. A scar on her face. He could hear her heartbeat. She didn't smell like a dog. At least not in the sense of a shifter. Human? She didn't seem nor felt frightened.
So that had to be Leah's cousin.
His attention went back to Sam who was glaring at him. Anger and wariness oozing off of him like giant waves.
-Why am I here?- He questioned as he stood up, ever so slightly caressing the man's emotions with calm. He couldn't remember much of what had happened. There had been pain and then... then what?
-Seth and Brady found you unconcious by the treaty line.- Emily told as a statement of fact, making sure to keep her distance, she knew the Cullens weren't particularly dangerous towards humans but any creature who found itself in unknown territory, harmed and surrounded by other creatures they don't trust...
That wasn't bound to end well. Much less if said creature was a vampire.
-I wasn't aware vampires could bleed.- Sam said, he still couldn't for the life of him understand why the hell would a vampire bleed, he had never heard such a thing.
-I wasn't aware we'd to report to you every mishap that happened with our bodies.- Jasper reiterated holding the Alpha's glare with one of his own. He wasn't sure of the reason but the man's altive attitude was irking at him more than it would usually irk him to be looked down.
-Alright, that's enough, you have to call the doctor and you, change that shirt, no offense but you stink like hell and I don't want that stench in my house.- Emily interjected shoving a shirt from Sam at the Cullen and giving Sam a look.
Jasper made a face at the foul smelling shirt but said nothing.
Sam on the other hand bit back any protests and instead left to get his phone, giving the Cullen one last glare, the sooner he called the doctor the sooner he would be rid of the odd leech.
Or those were his thoughts until he stepped back into the living room and caught sight of the leech's bareback.
Of the birthmark on his shoulderblade.
The Labonair's bloodline's birthmark.
And with that single mark a lot of things acquired sense and at the same time a lot more lost their sense.
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Jasper didn't like at all the idea of wearing a shirt with dog stench, but he also didn't want to wear a shirt with his blood's stench.
Thus as the dog left he took it to remove his shirt, ignoring the woman's surprise, most of the scars on his back were deep enough to be seen by humans, they had been seen by humans in the past, reason why they had to move from Alaska sooner than anticipated.
But how was anyone suppose to know that those girls would barge into the boy's changing room where Emmett and him had been at?
The sudden flare of surprise mixed with disbelief and confusion caught his attention and he turned to look at Sam who was staring at him as if he had grown another head.
-What?- He snapped. If the mutt had something to say he could say it.
Yet. All Sam did was frown and walk away, ignoring him completely. Jasper glared at him.
~~~~~~~~~~~
When Sam called Carlisle to tell him that he had Jasper he had felt quite relieved. What he hadn't understood was Sam's desire to speak with him first. Something about the man's voice had felt off.
Now that he had the man standing across from him he understood that something was off. He hadn't come alone. In fact. Leah and Paul were with him.
-Where is he? If he did something I apologize on his behalf. He's-
-Why did you turn him? Did you think it would be funny? And here I thought you were actually quite civilized.- Paul's harsh voice made confusion seize him.
-Paul.- Sam warned as he raised his arm to deter any more comments, they needed to thread carefully, he wasn't even sure how this was possible. But that mark was unmistakable.
Still.
He wasn't prepared for the doctor's next words.
-I don't know what's that suppose to mean but I wasn't the one who turned him. Same as I wasn't the one who turned Alice. They showed up in 1950 and have been with us ever since. His creator is a vampire from the South; Maria.
Carlisle wasn't sure of what their expressions meant. He wished he had agreed to let Edward come with him.
-Still, I'm afraid he can't go with you.- Were Carlisle human his blood would have ran cold over Sam's words.
-I'm sorry?
-As I said, you can't take him. Don't get me wrong, while I may be willing to accept that you won't pose a threat to him I can't say the same of those vampires that breathe down your neck, if they came for the hybrid child they will certainly come for him if word gets out.- Sam's words did nothing but confuse Carlisle even more, why would the Volturi come for Jasper? Why did it felt as if they knew something he didn't?
Still.
-You have no right to keep him prisoner.- Carlisle stated biting back the urge to snap at them. Who did they think they were to decide to keep someone just because? Jasper was his son and he would be damned if he was to leave this place without him.
-He's got the Labonair mark. As far as I'm concerned he belongs to us more than he could ever belong to any of you.- Leah's words made Carlisle frown for a moment.
Then realization hit.
Labonair.
He had heard that name before.
In Volterra.
Labonair was a last name that had belonged to a clan of werewolves in Louisiana. Or more like to a certain bloodline within that clan.
The Labonair family had been one of the two great families of the Crescent Wolf Clan which, according to history, came to be at the beginning of the werewolf species. The two families were considered royalty among the werewolves due to this birthright.
But the Volturi had slaughtered them all.
How could Jasper even have that mark?
But if he gave it thought now he could understand the reason behind a few things.
Like how his bite was poisonous to vampires but not humans. How he didn't got sick over the raw meat. Leah imprinting on him. The fangs. The glowing eyes. His thoughts from last night. But it still made no sense. How was he even turned into a vampire? If he had werewolf ascendance he shouldn't have been turned. His blood shouldn't have reacted to the venom of a vampire. It shouldn't have been possible.
And what did that meant to him now? All those changes he had been going through lately, was his body trying to fight the venom out of his system? But why now? And would he even survive something like that? Was that even possible? He had never heard of such a thing as that of a werewolf being turned into a vampire.
In fact.
How did Jasper never mention any of this? Something wasn't making any sense here.
-I warn you, Jasper is not the kind of person you want to make feel imprisoned. He has no reason to stay there, he will leave by choice and if you try to stop him I can't assure you he won't attack those who try to stop him.
-He's-
-Leavin'.- Sam's words were cut off by one familiar voice, Jasper walked past him, masterfully dodging the man's attempt to grab him.- He's leavin'.- He repeated giving Carlisle a look before getting into the man's car.