RCA: Round five. If you don't feel like reviewing then don't. I won't force you...
(Usually my A/N at the top is the same thing. It's the one at the bottom that changes.)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except what my twisted mind morphs and disorients of Stephanie Meyer's book. And I recently bought a C.D. as well :D
POV: Jasper Whitlock-Hale
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I decided to wake her up and feel the wrath of what would be newborn Bella. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn...and Hell, I felt that fear and I would feel the fury.
"....Bella...." I whispered, bending my ear close to her wavy hair and cute, pink ears. She shut her eyes hard, even though they had already been closed, and squealed, a mixture of the wimper and moan. A morning ritual, I guessed, and her arms, which had healed amazingly fast, pushed above her head. She stretched, the cracking of bones into place and average popping noises of cracking joints, sounded in the orange tent. Her eyes flashed open, a flashing red in place of the beautiful chocolate color that once held residence there.
"Hello, Jasper." She took no shock in that her voice sounded like wedding bells. Is this why she had felt the way she had before the change, lying almost-dead at the bottom of that cliff. Had she anticipated this? "Where's Carlisle? I thought he would at least wait until I woke."
"You think Carlisle changed you?" There was amusement in my voice. Same old Bella, relying on the "safest" Cullen. She nodded, her hair obviously longer. It floated down to her waist, curling at the bottom, perfect waves cascading down her back. Her skin had become free of blemishes, freckles, even her dimples were gone. I was sad at that, and the freckles. Her blushing was gone. Her bones, her skin, everything except the bite marks where I had bit her and the bite mark from James, was completely fixed, healed. Perfect. The perfect killer. I took a sense of pride in the fact that I had created her, I made her the perfect killer. My perfect killer.
I had this same pride when I created those monsters for Maria. Those perfect killers, as well. They all had MY vemon in them, MY V-DNA. MINE. Bella's was the only one I took full pride in. I liked it. She smiled.
"Projecting again, Jasper? Why so proud, because, suddenly I feel it too." She asked. Then, she looked around. "Where is everyone else? I thought they would be her-why am I in the tent?" She wondered out loud, looking around. The moon was clearly seen from our position, even through the dark, protective layer on the tent.
"I created you Bella. Not Carlisle, nor Edward or anyone else." I was going to tell her everything until my gut spoke softly into mt ear. Lie for me, Jasper. "I heard you scream and ran as fast as I could." I felt bad for lying but she felt relieved.
"Thank you, Jasper. I didn't mean to fall from the cliff...I just got so mad and had to walk. I just don't know...." She muttered. Guilt. Pride. Happiness. Pain. Worry. Fear.... Love?
"Let's get you fed, I can nearly taste your bloodlust." I told her, standing and unzipping the tent. She followed, gripping my hand tightly. She was afraid now...pure fear as she realized she was going to kill for the first time.
"Jaz...um...how do I...." She stuttered, embarassed. I stopped us, our fingers still entertwined.
"Bella, we need to do this for survival. It is what we need to live. We kill to live, do you understand? It is perfectly to feel unnatural and embarassed before your first hunt and definatly during it. But never after. Because you need this, we both do. And once you taste the animal blood, it'll seem completely natural, sweetheart." I froze as the pet name rolled off my tongue. She blushed on the inside. I felt myself blush on the inside as well.
"Pet names, Jaz? I'll keep it between us. I promise. After all, you did change me. Technically, when we're alone, I'm yours." She muttered, looking at me from beneath her fuller eyelashes. She was beautiful in the minimal light. I felt a familiar tightness in my lower abdomen, curious as to how she could do this to me. My Bella.
"Alone." I tasted the word on my tongue. "Beside that, do you smell anything?" She lifted her face and smelt the air, wrinkling her nose.
"Nothing." She commented.
"Good." I purred. She beamed as I tightened my grip on her hand. She had either ignored or didn't smell the humans at the camp ground five miles away. I began walking, pulling her along with me as we tracked the usual deer that prowled the area. We walked ten minutes in silence before I smelt the wet, sloppy, familar scent. Deer, and large ones, too. Our lack of hunting in the area had paid off, these deer were huge, as big as a moose, almost. She looked to me as we approached the place where the deer hid. They wouldn't hear us until it was too late.
"What do I do, Jaz?" She asked, nervous. I bent close to her ear, my free index finger drawing a line from ear to chin.
"Whatever feels natural, Bella." And she took off, heading for a smaller deer. I leaped on the closest, rather large one and held it down. I would wait for Bella. She pulled the animal to the ground and snarled. It's horn had chipped against her diamond skin. It wouldn't leave a scratch though, since we had diamond skin. She tried to keep it still but failed, giving up althogether and just sinking her teeth into the soft neck of the animal. It kicked against her, hard, but instead, broke two of it's own legs. Bella hadn't hit anything, and she knew it. She looked up at me, embarassed, her eyes hurt.
"Try again, sweetheart." It rolled off my tongue again and I cursed myself. What the Hell was I doing? She smiled and leaned back, striking hard and hitting the main artery. Pleased, she drank. I bent over and drained my beast in half the time she had, my belly still one fourth full of Bella's chocolate blood. She finished a few minutes later, looking up. With the blood smeared all over her face, she looked georgeous. If I wasn't married and she wasn't engaged, I might have taken her sweet innocence on the forrest floor. I know she wouldn't mind. A newborn's bloodlust and sexual appatite were about the same, if I remember correctly. I internally blushed at the rememberance of the loss of my own virginity.
"Jasper, what now?" She asked, bringing me out of my own little world. I smiled at her, standing and meeting her halfway. She took my hand again.
"Now, we go back home. Are you ready to run?" I told her. "Slow down for me though." I added. She nodded.
"I'll hold your hand so that I don't get lost." I knew the way by heart, but she was my newborn. I must teach her now.
-pointless, silent run back to the house-
We reached the house in a matter of minutes, five minutes and fourty six seconds to be specific, a six days walk for humans though. Nobody was home.
"Nobody's home." Bella echoed my thoughts, oblivious that I had thought them first.
"How can you tell, kiddo?" I asked. Another teaching skill. She looked up at me with big, doe eyes.
"I don't...smell...anyone." That simple sentence embarassed her. I smiled encouragingly at her.
"Don't be embarassed, my newborn. It was once new for us all." I told her, walking up to the house. Our fingers stayed laced as I fished for my key and pushed it in the lock. The door opened swiftly and, must to my pleasure, the house was all to ourself....
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Here, in mine and Alice's room, lay Bell and I. She curled up into my chest, her eyes shut. She wants to dream, to sleep so bad but that is over. She is just exhausted because of the fact that the change takes alot out of you. Her belly is full of fresh blood, mine full of a mix of animal and human blood. The two of us were so much different, yet we were the same. The exact same. Five in the morning rolls around. The sun begins to crack through the window and Bella shifts. She is now on me. I balance the most "accurate", not-so-much-of-a-best-seller civil war book in my right hand, shifting my eyes down the page. I had not read this one yet, but picked it up years ago. I had looked it ip on the internet, and this specific book only sold 300-ish copies. Bella's leg wraps around my own, her arm across my chest and her head pressed into my neck. This is what feels natural. Being with her. She sighs again, wishing to dream but not wanting to shatter the bliss we both bask in by speaking. We can feel each other's feelings, or so it feels like.
My hand slips to her hips, and I turn the page with my thumb. Several times, Alice and I curled up like this in the better parts of our long marriage and I had become an expert on reading a very thick book with one hand when she insisted on lying together. I internally scoffed, sighing deeply as well.
More people died in that battle...I would know. I lost that specific battle. That's when our life began. When the front door opened and two people walked in. That's when we lost everything we had and gained nothing for several years.
The giggling seemed to not bother Bella.... Instead, she lied there, curled up into me. I can't say I minded much, either. But people were coming, Bella. People! She opened her eyes and looked up at me.
"Why do you project?" She asked. I shut the book, placed it on my leg, and looked at her.
"Just part of my powers. I can't feel too many emotions all at once, I guess.... So I project my own out when I feel others. Just part of the mood control thing." I said, listening carefully downstairs.
"You're projecting now." She pointed to the lower half of my body. I had a hard on, in front of my Bella. My newborn. I gasped, shutting her out and closing my eyes. There was lust in this house, and not from us. "Jaz?"
"Shush." I whispered, waiting. The lust was coming from downstairs but it was heading quickly this way, up the stairs, it was getting closer. I pulled her closer to me, and she pushed away.
"Jaz...." She was unsure now.
"Bella, this isn't for you...." She was slightly offended. "Someone in this house is really turned on and their emotions are screaming." I explained quickly. "It's totally not my fault." She still pushed away and sat up. There was a good arms width span between us.
"Okay. Well, let's go see who it is, shall we?" She giggled, standing. I stood as well. The door slammed open and two people jumped in. One wearing only his boxers and the other in just her bra.
"Oh my God." Bella whispered, but it was enough. The two broke apart in shock, looking back and forth. Only I spoke:
"Good evening, Alice. Good evening, Edward."
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RCA: Shocking enough for you? Happy reading and happy easter!