Love found in Hateful Despair

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Chapter 2

IPOV

I sat for hours, trying to figure out who could have beaten me to it. And just seconds before I was going to. It had to have been someone who had a strong ass feeling of resentment against her. While the newborns continued their bisexual orgy. Ugh, damn them.

Wait…

The one person, the ONE FUCKING PERSON who Maria fucked up more than me…..

The Major. Whoever the FUCK he is.

He is soooooooo going to get IT! How DARE he? After, what, a CENTURY? Why now? Why not 200 years ago, when he had JUST LEFT the army. It would've saved ME half a century of fucking SUFFERING!

With that, I did the only thing I could. I took off. After all, I didn't need any more drive to find out just who the little fucker was…

JPOV

Wind whipped past me as I tried to put as much distance between the camp and I. After all, if that "Eric" guy went to so much trouble to get me to leave, then that "Goddess of Death" must be fucking terrifying.

Damn.

I wonder who she is….

All I've heard of her is that she was captured by Maria. She has dark chestnut brown hair that cascades down her back and hypnotizing midnight blue eyes. And an oh-so-fuckable body….

Oh, and bites EVERYWHERE.

She must look like a fucking badass…..

"Ding dang dong dong ding ding ding dong!" My phone screeched into the silent atmosphere, and I decided to stop running for a few minutes. Even if she was looking for me, I highly doubt that she'll be able to catch up to me so soon…

Right?

It was from Malice; I thought hatefully as a roughly unlocked my iPhone 4s and checked what the fuck she sent me. She must've stopped fucking my EX-brother long enough to bother the hell out of me and ruin ALL of my "Goddess of Death hot sex" fantasies.

Dammit…

She said "Jazzy-Poo! Kk good job killing Maria! XD Anywayz, when u hear a noise in about 17 seconds, DON'T RUN! Luvs' u lots lover! Ur wifey, Alicat ;)"

….

Is she retarded?

The one thing that got me was the "don't run" thing. Is there something I should kn-

Before I even finished that thought, the leaves to the northeast of where I was, moved. I got ready to run, or at the very least; attack, but decided against it. A part of me still trusted her. After all, she was the first of my "loves" that I remember.

Then the familiar scent of freesia and strawberries hit me hard, but it COULDN'T have been her…..

Right?

The wind whipped across my face again and all around me when the scent pounded into me again.

NO. It can't be…..It just can't.

Can it?

"Bella?" I said out into the silence, hoping it was her. Not a minute later, did I get a response.

"Jasper?" replied a broken voice. A female, melodious voice. Filled with decades of pain and shock. With a seductive undertone. Damn, all that in one fucking word.

She emerges from the trees, and stares at me with so much animosity that I almost fall to my knees. The pure beauty I set my eyes on, it's absolutely indescribable. Long, flowing chocolate brown hair down to her curvy waist. Her face almost made me jizz in my pants. Plump red lips, with sexy, hypnotizing midnight blue eyes that stare right into my soul. Just enough makeup not to look like too much. She has an hourglass shape, with AT LEAST C cup breasts. And her legs looked like they went on for-e-ver in those mini shorts, fishnet tights, and black pumps. Oh and that ass…..Just perfect for spankin' hard all night…

"What happened to you, Bella? How are you still alive?" Jeesus Jasper, just don't scare her away, you DUMBASS!

But now that I think about it, it's been about 48 years since we left forks.

"I'm making an educated guess when I say you're the Major?" She spat hatefully. Da fuck? What did I do? But I nodded. I tried to ask her some shit, but she interrupts me.

"How the FUCK can you stand there, feigning confusion, and try to make small talk like you dint LEAVE ME?" She demands forcefully. Her sensuous midnight blue eyes turned a fiery red-orange color as her hands started to glow…

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

"What? That was over 47 years ago! Edward said you took it really well! What's with the shitty attitude now?" I retaliated. I was confused, again. She scoffs.

"Well, Fuckward hasn't been very honest, has he?" She chuckled. "I figured as much. Don't tell anyone how lost and heartbroken I was! Don't tell them how I was a FUCKING SHELLOF A PERSON til I met the Pack!" She was downright hysterical when she collapsed on the forest floor and I was hit with wave after wave after wave of pain and suffering and self-loathing an- and hate. Pure hate.

Before my brain even gave the command, my body went to hers. I embraced her softly, comfortingly, and she didn't move away. She leaned; fucking leaned into me and I SWEAR I felt electricity pulse through us as we gripped each other with no intention of letting go. I stroked her hair and murmured soothing words to her as she sobbed.

But then I purred. I fucking PURRED.

It was like instinct, to hold her. To comfort her, to protect her, to love her…

WHOA, love? Da fuck did that come from? This is Bella were talking about! My little sister!

But why have I always felt as protective as a mate when I was with her?

Is she my TRUE mate?

Nononononoononononononono! I should stop that shit right the fuck there! Bella is such a beautiful person, inside and out. I'm just a monster, undeserving of everything BUT pain and suffering.

She deserves better…..

When she finished, she was a bit distant. As if she didn't want to be hurt again. But she stayed.

We talked for hours. Art, History, Philosophy, Music, Literature, Wars, and even dabbled in romance a bit.

"So you're the 'Goddess of Death' huh?" I asked, already knowing the response I'd receive. She nodded, as if remembering. Then, she turned to face me, as if asking if she could tell me about it. I nodded, already knowing that I wouldn't be able to refuse her anything. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began.

"I was a zombie after you guys left. Probably because of the attached I was to them and HOW he left-"

"Wait!" I interrupted, needing immediate clarification. "What do you mean, Darlin?" She sighed. Content? Hurt? LUST?

"He took me deep into the woods, and explained how fucking useless I was and how he only loved the proud look Carlisle gave him when he dated me. He told me I was worthless, a waste of time. He didn't want me, and said NEITHER OF YOU did either. He only loved my blood. 'Just a fucking distraction!'" Her eyes blazed with anger at that, but took another deep breath. Instinct.

"Malice and Fuckward wouldn't let me do anything. What I ate, what I wore, what I did, where I went, and where I slept was always determined and controlled by them. I had no say in my own life. No freedom. I realize that now. That's mostly why I completely fell apart so badly when you all left." She looked into my eyes, so vulnerable.

"We didn't wanna, darlin. Carlisle, Esme, Em, and even Rose, didn't wanna go. Rose regrets being queen bitch to you so much. She knew how they were treating you, and didn't want you to let them take you over." She became a bit more content, gaining closure she needed all these decades.

"Malice was 'sad' for about 46 minutes before she was back to her annoying self." I informed her, already knowing full well she expected something along those lines from that hateful pixie bitch.

I looked straight into her beautiful, captivating eyes. Oh shit, I am turning into a fucking pussy. It's ok though. I'd be anything for her. Even a pussy.

I, Jasper Whitlock, am a pussy for ONLY Isabella Swan.

There, I said it.

She stared back at me with these eyes; there aren't words.

"I didn't want to go." I stated. Her mood literally went from self-loathing, to hopeful, to that small inkling of hope crashing down and disappearing, welcoming that suffering back.

….

Was it becau-

Oh.

"I don't know how to tell you this," I began uneasily. She then turned to me, a void of all emotion."About a month after we left, I caught Fuckward and Malice. Fucking….." I glanced at her, expecting all hell to break loose.

But she did the exact opposite.

She laughed. She fucking LAUGHED. And her hope skyrocketed. And she now felt extreme determination and confidence.

What.

The.

Fucking.

Fuck?

"Well that honestly doesn't really surprise me. I saw the way they looked at each other. I actually have a theory that they fucked while I was sleeping. NEXT TO ME!" She giggled, and that turned into a full blown laugh and I couldn't help but join her.

Oh my love…

What the hell? I don't feel that way about her, do I? Even if I do, she won't! I'm a monster. Oh, how I wish she did though…

"Jazz?" Bella asked quietly. She never has called me that before. I think I like it more than I should…..

"What, Bella?" I reply, willing with all my might for Jazzy Jr. to calm the FUCK down.

"I don't go by Bella anymore. It's Isa now." She sees my confused expression and decided to elaborate. "Too many memories." She says darkly, staring off into space.

"Isa," I say slowly, trying it out. I like it. Fuck, calm yourself Jr!

"Hm?" She replies, curiously, leaning into me again, which is SO not helping out my- uh- situation.

"Would you like to come live in Texas with me?" I ask, prepared for rejection, but hoping to God Almighty that she says yes.

"Ummm….."

Did ya like it? Did ya did ya did ya? Please leave a review if ya feel like! Sorry It took so long! My Baby bro was born premie so THAT, my friends, has been VERY busy! And we moved! So yea, Im open to Beta anyone's work! Thanks for reading!

Isabella

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