AN: I own nothing recognizable in these books.
Warning this is a boy/boy story, don't like don't read. Rated M for future chapters and just to be safe.
This chapter has been beta'd by RockinThatAfroPic!
Chapter 5
Edward POV- (The night before)
With this new 'curse' I always avoid being seen in the daylight; only leaving my room at night unless Sam or Emily needed me for something. Gradually my sleep habits have adapted to this change, I tend to sleep all day and stay up all night. It's rather lonely that way but it's better than the alternative, which would be people having to look at what a monster I've become.
My newfound nocturnal lifestyle is why I'm currently awake at one-thirty in the morning. A loud crash of glass coming from downstairs interrupts my musings. Who has the nerve to break into this house? It's in the middle of the woods for Pete's sake! I wonder as I silently make my way down stairs, taking care to hide within the shadows.
Lurking around the living room is large dark silhouette of a man. The room is a disaster, he turned all the furniture over looking for any and every valuable item he could fit in his knapsack. Over the years I have come to realize how little material possessions matter, I didn't care if he took it all. None of it had any personal value to me, that is, until he opens the desk and finds my mother's wedding ring. Honestly, I know I will never have any use for the ring, but it belonged to my mother. This man has no right to breathe on it let alone steal it.
Furious, I rush into the room and flip on a small desk lamp.
"Thought you could just come in here and take anything you want?" I growl as the man turns towards me, getting his first glance at me.
"I t-thought it w-w-was, I thought that n-no one w-w-was….." He stammers, and from the way his voice slurs I can tell he is slightly drunk. "I'll just go."
"You've broken into my home." I'm sure what to do about this man, but I can't simply let him go. "Tell me, why should I let you leave?"
The fear in the drunk's eyes almost surprises me. What is he thinking I'll do? Kill him? I wonder while he tries to form words.
"I have a son" I must have given him a confused expression because he quickly adds to his first statement. "You can have him, if you let me go."
A son? What would I do with some kid?
"He's worthless to me anyways. The stupid 19 year-old thinks he's better than me." I didn't hear what else he was rambling on about after that.
His son is no boy, but a man of 19. Even with Sam and Emily around I've gotten lonely. But to have a friend, one friend, would that be too much to ask?
If this lousy drunk is willing to give his 19 year-old son to a monster like me, who else would he give his son to?
"…I don't care what you do with him. He's a worthless piece of crap." I must have blocked out most of what the drunk was saying because I'm almost sure I missed most of his nonsensical ramblings.
Slowly I pull the hand mirror out of my back pocket.
"Mirror, show me this man's house" I whisper. Immediately, a rundown shack looking house appears. I show the image to the man who gasps in return. "I know where you live, if you cross me I will find you. Bring your son here, in the morning before noon."
"Ye…yes…. Sir." He stammers out still looking at the mirror.
"And another thing, tell your son nothing about me." I didn't need this drunk telling his son about the monster that will be residing inside this house. "Now be gone."
Immediately he drops every stolen item he has in his knapsack and jumps back out the broken window.
I leave the broken window and items alone, figuring I could clean it up later. Now more importantly, I must start getting a room ready for the arrival of the man's son. I'm not much of a decorator though. In fact, Emily is the one who decorated my room and I'm glad she did. My sanctuary has vibrant red which looks great against the black walls, and doesn't clash at all with the white floor and the brown furnishings.
The room I will be redoing currently has a bed, two side tables and two lamps. It has the basic furnishings but it is certainly lacking in color.
I begin my task with painting the walls orange; since that is the only color of paint we have, but it looks good. I clean off a mirror and hang it above the bed, hoping it will help the room look bigger. Lastly I add fresh white sheets and red accent pillows.
It is almost seven by the time I deem the room ready. It is simply decorated, with hardly anything in the room besides the bed, a dresser and the side tables. I figure the man will be old enough to tell us if he wants anything else.
"Edward, you're up early" Emily says surprised as she enters the kitchen to start the coffee. She gives me a gracious smile when she notices I've already started it.
"Good morning Emily," I say as she joins me, soon followed by Sam.
None of us speak for what seems like hours.
"Someone broke in last night" I finally say, unable to hold it in any longer.
"What happened?" Sam is quick to ask, worry on his face.
Taking a deep breath I explain everything that had happened. It isn't until I'm done speaking that Sam stands up, towering over me with his face etched in anger.
"What do you mean he'll be here sometime before noon today? Edward what are you thinking?" I tried to hide the hurt I felt as I looked at Sam's disapproving gaze.
"What was I supposed to say? This man offered me his son, even after he saw me. You didn't hear him Sam, he kept saying his son was useless and a pain to him." The ring of the doorbell interrupts our conversation.
"I will go along with this for now. But after he meets you and decides to leave then I will help him" I nod at Sam's words.
"I won't hurt him. Um, Sam? Do you think you could let him in and show him to the second floor guest room? I've fixed it up for him, but I'm not ready for him to see me." I say before I hurry upstairs to hide while Sam answers the door.
Jasper POV-
My heart is threatening to pound right out of my chest as my father rings the doorbell for the second time.
"Hello?" A slightly familiar looking man asks once the door opens, though I am unsure how I know him.
"Tell that man from last night I have brought my son" My father says, shoving me into the house.
"He'll know you did." The stranger says stepping aside. Guess he wants me to come in further. "Remember not to tell anyone about this" The man warns my father as he leaves the property.
I hold back tears as I watch my father drive away. My gaze is broken when the man closes and locks the door.
"My name is Sam, what's yours?" The man asks turning his attention towards me.
"Jasper, um, Sam, why am I here?" My father had told Sam to tell the man from last night that he brought me. What was this place?
"You'll have to ask Edward why you are here. You'll see him later, for now I'll show you to your room." Silently, I follow Sam up the stairs and into a nicely decorated room.
"Please make yourself at home. My wife Emily will let you know when she has lunch ready. I'm leaving for work soon, but you're safe here Jasper."
With that I'm alone.
Before I unpack my bags with my hidden stash of money, I look around the room trying to find hidden cameras.
After a very thorough search I came up empty.
It is then and only then that I allow myself to lay on the bed and cry. I know sooner or later I will have to leave and meet this Edward, I just don't know what to think.
What had my father told him? Did this man buy me? Was the man so old and ugly that he needs to buy someone to… I can't even finish my thought as I hear a soft knock on room door.
"Jasper, its noon, would you like to come out and eat?" a woman who must be Emily asks.
I take a moment to wipe my face off before I answer her.
"I'll be out in a bit." I yell as I stand and try to make myself look presentable. I can't hide in this room forever, so there's no use trying.
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