Chapter Thirteen

Only a Dream

Edward's POV

Five nights later...

Creak.

Tap.

My ears already straining to pick up more of the nearly mistakable noises occurring within the house, I opened my eyes where I lie in bed, fully awake despite the late hour of the evening.

For a silent moment, I watched the shadowed ceiling, extending my listening to the stillness of everything around me as well as the rooms beyond, trying to detect the one thing that felt out of place.

Jasper lie partially on top of me, sleeping soundly as his broad, tattooed back steadily moved up and down whilst he breathed deeply, and it was with the utmost care as to not disturb my angel that I slid my body out from underneath him.

I smirked softly as my Russian lover only stirred for a second before nuzzling his face into the pillows, his arms sliding underneath the cool, cloud-like material as Jasper effortlessly fell right back asleep on his stomach, our red and white duvet resting comfortably at the middle of his back.

Taking my sharp green eyes off of my slumbering beloved and towards the bedside table, I crouched down low and brought a knowing hand behind the small wooden fixture, my movements careful yet wise of my surroundings despite the prevailing ink of night covering the walls and shielding my vision.

Tap.

Tap.

I held my breath as I felt my fingers close around the cool steel of my handgun, slowly pulling the firearm from its hidden place behind the nightstand, before I silently stood up to my full height.

My sleep pants felt heavy against my tingling skin, my palms gathering a bit of moisture as I held the gun with both hands, just as I had been trained to do, as I began taking painstakingly measured steps towards the open kitchen area.

My emerald orbs instantly catching whatever glints of light the scene presented me, whether they be mere shards of reflections of the moon along some surfaces or otherwise, as I mostly concentrated on the coal black corners and stretches of space, knowing that if anyone or anything was currently in here...they would be there.

Creak.

My handgun flew up, my bare arms steady, my vision honed, as I steeled my jaw before I spoke.

"Come out," I spoke quietly but fiercely to the darkness.

Upon hearing my icy command, the toes of black shoes slowly but surely came into view from the bleak void before me, before a pair of blue slacks followed by a starched white shirt emerged.

Already aiming his similar firearm at me, Sam Uley of the FBI stood before me, his jet-black eyes peering intently into my narrowed gaze.

My stance never faltered, my dangerous gaze unwavering, as I beheld the familiar face now standing in my rustic kitchen in western Mexico, and it was after a deafening silence took place between us that the dark-skinned male spoke.

"I'm going to have to ask you to..." he attempted to use his FBI-instilled tone of intimidation with me, before I hastily cut him off.

"Shh..." I hushed him at once, darting my eyes over my shoulder so that Sam would look in that direction and see my angel sleeping soundly in our bed.

Something shifted in Uley's eyes the moment he beheld my Russian lover, an alleged threat to all of the United States snoozing peacefully not even thirty feet away from us, before the agent directed his changed gaze back on me.

"Just what in the hell are you doing here?" I growled lowly at my adversary, our gleaming black Glock handguns still pointing equally steady towards the other, as I asked him a question I already knew the answer to.

"I still can't get over what happened with you," Sam spoke halfway condescendingly, halfway in amazement towards me, as he purposefully dodged my question and began speaking of what probably had been burning on his tongue for months, "...you know they interrogated me...barely let me leave my own house because of that stunt you pulled at the prison...giving them my name and faking my appearance."

"I'm sorry, but it had to be done," I stated curtly, nearly cutting off his words to me, as I locked my jaw once more, daring him to argue with me about why I had done such a thing.

Sam moved his tongue around the inside of his mouth, before taking my bait.

"Masen...you were one of the best...one of the ones me and the guys would say was going to make it in that place...why the hell would you..." Sam said, his volume increasing unconsciously, which made me hurry to interrupt him so I could prevent him from speaking any louder.

"Because I love him..." I replied evenly, my voice intensely soft, my senses positively burning to be closer to my blonde-haired lover once more, as I could practically feel him resting serenely behind me, "...plain and simple...there was hardly anything to think about."

Sam and I were quiet for a moment as the remnants of the words I had last spoke hung meaningfully above us both, the only sound occurring being a barely audible sigh coming from the black-haired agent before me.

"...just leave, Sam," I uttered, knowing that I had said everything I might have needed to say to him, my gaze softening towards him, letting him know that I was now asking him to do something for me, for Jasper and I.

"Edward...I wish I could..." Sam said, his tone sounding genuinely weighed down, as if he did not want to say what he was to me right now, before he pursed his lips and continued with much more strength in his voice, "...but I tracked you down...to give you a choice."

"What choice?" my quietly spoken words were lined with razor-sharp acid, my grip tightening along my firearm as I adjusted my aim just a little higher on his body, my jade eyes raging at how this conversation was going.

Every word felt like the strategic movement of a chess piece across a board, trying to see how far it could go without being noticed, trying to trick the other with the maneuvering of something else all the while.

...and this far into our game of chess...I could not help but feel at a disadvantage.

Sam sighed once more before hardening his dark eyes at me once more.

"...come with me...back to the Unites States...or..." Uley finally stated, his naturally gruff voice impossibly electric right now, as if sizzling right through the very atmosphere within my abode until the words of his ultimatum could sting inside my ears, "...I kill him. Don't test me, Edward...you fucked up big time when you decided you wanted to break him out of that jail...I'm just trying to right your mistake here...if you really care about him...you'll come with me."

I drew my lips inside my mouth, wetting them over with my tongue, my expression cold, largely unreadable, blank of all emotion except for one.

Fury.

"...checkmate..."

"...I really thought...I was going to get away with it, you know...always be a step ahead..." I sighed heavily, lowering my handgun as well as my gaze, feeling my heart beating a little harder inside my constricting chest as fragments and fragments of thoughts about Jasper flashed through my mind at an unforgiving pace.

"Of course I love him...of course I want Jasper to be alright...how could he even ask that...I've always...just...wanted...that..." my raging thoughts were able to filter through such simplistic words despite the rapid-fire haze occurring inside my mind of every time I had seen my Russian lover smile so beautifully at me, every time I had felt his sweet lips press so gently against mine right before he would wrap me in his arms.

I lifted my free hand up to my eyes, smoothing a few of my fingertips over one of my eyebrows, before turning my torso around so I may look back at the sleeping Russian male, my blonde-haired reason for existing with a lovely accent and gorgeous personality.

My mind was made up.

I knew what I had to do.

"God, I just..." I swallowed thickly again, my eyes watering as I let my gaze sweep leisurely over Jasper's tattooed, graceful back and soft, honey curls splayed out against the pillows, "...I love him so much...so I guess...my choice has been practically made for me..."

I closed my eyes before turning back towards Sam, knowing that he had also lowered his gun and had taken a tentative step towards my downcast, forlorn form.

"I know this isn't easy, but I think you'll see that...this is for the best..." Uley began trying to appeal to me as he took another step closer, only a matter of a few feet separating us now, as I kept my pained gaze lowered to the wooden flooring, blinking slowly, thoughtfully, "...why don't you give me the gun, Edward..."

My eyes flicked up to his outstretched hand as the dark-skinned agent began reaching for my idle firearm, my gaze no longer listless as it was as rigid and fiery as hot-pressed steel as I suddenly exploded into action.

Before Sam could even register that I had disobeyed his every assumption, I was behind him, gripping his arms and yanking them behind his body.

"Edward? What the fuck are you do...mmh!" Sam had attempted to shout before I hurriedly clamped a hand across his mouth and kicked him in the center of his back, knowing that such a blow to his spine would cause him great pain and force him down onto the floor.

"Gah!" Uley voiced as he fell hard onto his stomach, his handgun skidding away from him across the kitchen floor.

Not even a second later, I was on his back, shushing him quietly like a parent would a crying child, knowing that I needed this to be over quickly, as I dug my knees into his shoulder blades and wrapped my hands around his throat.

Sam's slightly larger body thrashed violently beneath my own, his noises of struggle only subtle garbles coming from his throat as I squeezed and squeezed at his vital flesh, crushing his airways and any hope he had of taking in a deep breath.

"You come into my home, and speak to me of..." I began lowly, my voice laced with horrid disdain for this man I was overpowering with sheer anger alone, before I stopped that particular train of thought and continued with another, "...I...will not let anyone...come between me and Jasper...no one...do you hear me..."

Sam's struggling against my grip and weight were vastly lessening, his own chokes being breathless and frightened as he now gasped for precious air and tried to hit at my hands.

"...I would die for that man in that room over there...do you have any idea what that fucking feels like..." I asked the silently sputtering agent beneath me, watching with uncaring eyes as pleading tears streamed down either of Sam Uley's tanned cheeks whilst I continued talking to him, "...it means that doing this right now...does not even fucking bother me..."

I watched as Sam took his last, shaky breath before his black eyes rolled in the back of his head and his body suddenly went limp underneath me.

I removed my aching fingers from around the FBI agent's throat, letting his head thud against the kitchen floor as I forced my jittery nerves to slow down with a few, great breaths that expanded in my lungs before being slowly released, calming me down.

I rose slightly wearily, my eyes still observing Sam's unconscious form lying sprawled across the wooden floor below, before I carefully stepped away from him and towards the nearby counter.

Taking in another relaxing breath, my hands automatically retrieved both the bottle of whiskey and a highball glass from upon the counter and poured out a small amount of the amber liquid.

My body and mind exhausted, my senses seeming to be on auto-pilot as I padded across the area once more so I may sit down with my drink at the dining room table.

The silence was comforting, letting me know that there were no more disturbances, no more problems to be dealt with right now.

The silence was also burdening, plaguing relentlessly at my fatigued senses.

I sat down pensively and lifted my drink to my lips, tasting the bitter yet relishing burn of the high-proof alcohol as it touched my lips and then slipped down my throat, finally posing as a suitable combatant for the resounding and somehow oddly soothing melancholy now affecting me terribly.

I lowered the glass along with my gaze down to the table, the wooden table that Jasper and I had bought from an old wood carver far north of this town, as I wallowed in my graciously null, blank thoughts and sensations of solitude, trying to quietly analyze the game Sam Uley and I had just played.

"...mmh...Ed...Edward...?" I heard my angel's pleasant voice ask for me from the bedroom, Jasper's tiredness evident in his slurred, drowsy tone as he groaned again whilst he moved.

My gaze lifted immediately, able to just barely see my personified obsession stretch his lovely body beneath our sheets, bringing a charmed, side-grin to my face as I watched him.

"Just getting a drink, baby...go back to sleep; I'll be right there," I answered my perfect Russian lover, before lifting the glass to my lips again and downing the rest of the whiskey.

Without another word, Jasper lie still in bed once more, having moved partially on a side as he easily found sleep again.

I sighed through my half-smile and felt no regret.

Author's Note: kakaka. I think I killed Sam. Oh well. XD See you later when our boys continue to move forward and strive to be together no matter what. Will the shit hit the fan finally? Stick around and find out. XD XD XD