Okay, I haven't been able to post on this story as often as I like. I have been working on my Alec story, Breathless. I have really grown onto the main character of that story. Chapter three of that story is being beta-ed as I write this. So, I wanted to get that story caught up to this one. So, go read it. Its fantastical. But now it almost is, so yea. We get to learn Yazz's power! yay!
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Disclaimer: MR. JASPER – that I do not own, nor twilight. -SEXY MAN TIME!
-Immortal Sun-
-Chapter 4-
-You Alright, Darlin'?-
_-_-_-_-Jasper P.O.V-_-_-_-_
I talked to the girls for a few minutes outside before they left for home, barely hiding giggles. I waited in the parking lot for Yazabelle. I was impatient, and each moment was like an hour. Which was odd, because usually a day is a mere hour for me. Somehow, waiting for Yazabelle was hardly bearable.
Finally, just when I would go crazy with wait,Yazabelle stomped outside pulling her coverup on.
"Are you okay?" I asked her. There was anger, frustration, and disbelief flowing off of her in ripples. I felt it hit me each time. I was getting pissed. This needed to stop. Again, this was different then usual. Most of the time, I didn't care how someone else felt- with Yazz, anything less than happiness was not acceptable.
"Yes," she growled. "Haven and Natalie are idiots, that's all." I shoved a wave of calm out at her and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Calm." she whispered. She controls her emotions well. As soon as I stopped, she stayed calm and didn't go back to being angry like others do.
"Yazabelle?" I ducked my head close to hers. "Do you have a power?"
"Yeah." she shrugged past me and headed deeper into the parking lot. "Let's go, I'll tell you in the car."
After unlocking it by pressing a code on the buttons along the window, Yazabelle stepped into a black Avalanche pickup truck. Such a big truck for such a dainty girl. She couldn't be more than 5'2". I gaped openly at her, but she just nodded to the passenger seat for me.
This girl. . . .she just kept getting better and better. She works at a bar – not that it matters anymore – sings, is extremely beautiful, plays guitar and drives a damn truck! It couldn't have gotten much better.
I climbed in the car.
"Put your seat belt on." she advised me.
I laughed and shook my head. "Uh, nah, thanks."
"Do it!" she giggled. "You may not need the seat belt, but I don't need a ticket. I don't want to get pulled over, I may see one of my dads old friends, then he is going to grill you. . . .just put the damn thing on."she was laughing trying to get me to put it on. I laughed with her and pulled the useless strap around me. She reached forward and turned the radio on country. I listened intently to the flowing melody as she started muttering the lyrics to some of the songs.
"So, where are we going?" I asked after a moment.
"Landa Park. Nobody is here this early...or late, whatever – plenty ofdeer." I just didn't like the sound of it.
"How does it taste?" I winced.
"Good to me, I guess. I don't have anything to compare it to. I have never had human blood." she shrugged.
"Liar." I knew she wasn't lying, only sincerity came off of her. But seriously, it was insane to only eat animals.
"Nope. Not once." she turned into a parking lot bye a ton of trees, a sign beside us that read "Please keep Landa Park clean", and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
Her face went blank and without waring she jumped into my lap.
"Whoa!" I put my arms up to prevent from touching her unnecessarily.
"Sorry! Hold on" she pulled a towel from underneath the seat and quickly slid off my lap. "So sorry. I needed to grab this." She hopped out of the car. "Follow me!"
She ran at inhuman speed through the tree's and stopped abruptly. She grabbed my arm before I went too far.
"Stop."
"What are you doing?"
"Shh. Stay here." she silently strode forward, until I lost sight of her. I didn't like it. I took a few steps and sawthatshe was on her knees by a doe and a good sixteen point buck. She was smiling and petting the doe, which was making strange noises. "Jasper. Come here." she breathed.
"Whats going on?" I sat down beside her.
"Layla's giving birth."
"Whoa. Wait... what?" I was confused.
"I can read minds but – "
"What!" I quickly started singing an old campfire song in my head.
"Listen!" she hissed low. "It's very limited. I can't read your mind. Jeez, calm down. I can only read the minds of animals. I can also project my thoughts on them, but only with direct contact. I have been tracking Layla since I knew she was pregnant, just'cause I thought it would be cool. She is giving birth now and something was wrong at first, that's why I needed the towel." she nodded to the bloody towel on the ground.
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the blood on the deer. If I killed this specific deer, Yazabelle would never forgive me.
After twenty minutes of Yazz cooing to the deer, and the strange noises from her, Layla finally gave birth and the baby stood almost immediately. Yazz tore the towel and hid it by a tree for the deer to use later. We left quickly after for the family to have their time.
It was strange, but I had always wanted one. A family I mean. A son and a wife. A daughter to name after my baby sister. But after I was changed, I knew any chance of that was gone. If I ever found someone, if, it would be a vampire, andwhoever she was, she wouldn't be able to have our family. I looked over at Yazabelle and saw she was looking at her feet.
"Yazz? What's wrong?"
"What?" she looked back up at me as if she had forgotten I was even there. "Oh nothing. Just thinking about family." Coincidence? I think not.
"Tell me about yours. I mean if you want."
"Well... My family growing up consisted of my parents and two older brothers. But it wasn't the classic, 'why is my little sister bugging me?' or 'my big brothers are mean to me' kind of relationship. They would play dress up and these things called (*)'littlest pet shop' that I had a very large collection of. I took a lot of pride in thosethingsup till like, thesixth grade. It was pathetic, like, extremely. But they protected me when, I started . . . dating" she almost sneered the word. "and from bullies. I was eighteen at my changing age. That's how I was allowed to start as a waitress at the bar. Then, I 'turned nineteen' so I was allowed, by the managers rules, to bar tend. But anyway, Ihadmy mom Gina, my Dad, Drew, and I had twin older brothers- Immanuel and Keith. Keith lives in South Padre Island with his wife, Maci. But Immanuel. . ."
We walked to a children's play set and sat on top of the monkey bars. I felt like I was ten years old again, out on the court yard, tossing rocks in the creek behind the school.
(**)"He got colon cancer. And at one point the cancer was completely gone. . . .but eight months later, it was back. And worse this time." Her voice shook. "One day, in October he was told that he would be lucky if he made it to morning." She smiled at old memories and swung her legs over so she could lay flat on her back on the bars, looking up at the moon. "We were always one group. We might as well have been triplets. But, it was always us three, and all the girls you met at the bar. We had this thing. We called ourselves 'the Gruene gang.' Justjoking around, of course. And every time the song 'sideways' by Dierks Bently came on, we would scream 'three minute dance party!' and dance around- thatis, if the situation was appropriate.
"But when they told him that. . . .we were devastated. He made my parents leave the room, and send the girls in. He made us promise that no matter what, we would never skip a three minute dance party. Ever. That, no matter where we were, who we were with, what we were doing, we could not ever not dance during one. Or he would kill us all over again when we got to him. I pulled out my phone, and right there in the hospital, we had our last complete three minute dance party." she sighed. "and we still haven't broke our promise. We have stood on top of the bar and danced. We have stood in the main isle at Target and danced. High school! Oh, we were still in high school anda kid passed by with it blaring on his Ipod. I made him stop walking and play it louder and we all danced in the hallway. So a few of the girls passed by and they stopped to do it, everybody was watching. The music cut off, and we got lunch detention." She laughed and sat up.
She was so beautiful when she laughed. He skin glowed under the stars, her black curls bouncing as she laughed. She was still wearing my hat. I didn't make a move to take it back though.
"–per? Jasper?" Yazabelle snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Jasper?" she smiled. "You kinda blanked out for a minute."
"Oh. What did you ask?"
"How were you changed? Thatis,if you don't mind my asking."
I was trying to figure out where to start andshe, understandably,got uncomfortable.
"I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. The only one that knows my full story is, and don't laugh at me, Layla." I can guarantee she would be blushing all kinds of red if it were possible.
"Nah, that's not it, I was trying to think of how to start."
"How about with your human life?"
"Okay...I lived in Houston, with my mother, Darla, my father, Joesph, my little sister, who in my mindwascutest little thing. Shewas nine years old while I was eighteen. Her name was Leanne, my little Annie. And then there was the twins. At that time, it was perfectly acceptable that they lived at home at twenty. August and Malachi. They loved to pick on Annie, so my father would. . . .well, he would basically tell me to kick their asses. They were two years older, but I took after dad, while they took after mom. So it was pretty fun and easy. I enjoyed it too. " I smirked at her and she giggled. "I miss Annie. I told everyone I was enrolling in the morning at dinner one night. She told me she hated me and ran upstairs. Laterthatnight,she came in my room that and apologized. Shesaid she was worried about who would protect her from the twins. She asked if she could spend the night with me. In the morning I left her crying, kicking, and screaming. It killed me. I wonder what happened to her everyday."
She let go of one of the bars she was hanging on to and dropped to where she was hanging upside down, giggling as my hat fell off her. I hopped down, and because of how high the bars were, our faces were equal. My smile dimmed a bit thinking of Annie.
"Don't be sad." she whispered, leaning forward and kissed my cheek. Quite a few times actually. I turned my head and stole a kiss for the second time. But she didn't have work to pull herself away.
My hand moved to cup her face, but she pulled her arms up grabbing the bar, then quickly did a back flip down. The second her feet hit the mulch, she was back on me. Oratleast, she tried. Yazabellejumped on her toes to kiss me, but she was too short. She pouted and I whispered in her ear.
"It's alright. I've always loved short girls." I grabbed her waist and picked her up off the ground. She quickly learned to wrap her legs around my waist, and deepened the kiss as both her and my emotions flooded over me, knocked me off my feet. Literally. Before I we hit the ground, Yazz was laughing.
"What happened?" she asked giggling. "Not that I object to this much either." she said picking wood chips out of my honey blonde curls and looking around at out situation. I finally realized what she meant. She was flat out pinning me to the ground, straddling me. "Now that I think about it, don't answer. I don't care anymore." she ducked her head and kissed me some more. I was about to have to push her back when her phone rang and she groaned.
Her phone was sticking out of her pocket, and my hands were already on her waist, so I slipped it out and handed it to her.
"It's Haven." she sighed. So did I. I didn't want to deal with her friends anymore than she did.
"Answer it. Youmightaswellget it over with now."
"Hello?" She answered.
"Yazz! Where the hell are you? I did not know you walking away meant a 'no' on the waiting around." Haven fumed on the other side.
"Oh my god. I said its none of your business. God. We are just. . . hanging out." she glanced up at the monkey bars we just came off of and smiled.
"Seriously. Just hanging out? Yazabelle, its four o'clock in the morning! The only people awake right now are crack whores and prostitutes." Yazabelle thought for a half a second.
"And which one are you?" she retorted. I laughed and she quickly covered my mouth. It was too late though, Haven had already heard me.
"Was that Jasper?"
"No. No Haven, it wasn't Jasper. It was Damon. I'm over at your boyfriends house, screwing him. Yes it was Jasper smart one."
"Well, maybe I don't like Jasper very much. He is making you cranky."
"That's rude." I muttered. Yazabelle rolled her eyes.
"That's not him, it's you. Your kinda pissing me off."
"Fine. Hold on one second, Nat wants to talk to you." she passed the phone. "Hey, it's Nat. I have two questions. . . .Is he good? And are you being safe?"
Yazabelle started using profanity that didn't sound right coming from such a small little girl. I took the phone.
"Goodnight girls. Don't worry, I'll give her back. . . eventually." I snapped the phone shut.
"Oh my god Jasper! Your going to give them heart attacks!" she took the phone back and stuffed it in her pocket.
"You were going to give me a heart attack! Shooting off your mouth like a trucker!" I rolled over and pressed her into the mulch.
"There were several phases I could have used. Like – " I kissed her to keep her from continuing.
She was giggling around my lips and somehow slipped out from under me. She appeared out of no where and sat on my back.
"Come find me." she whispered in my ear and disappeared with a ghostly giggle.
She really was trying to kill me.
I jumped up and and tuned around. She was sitting on top of the roof that children get scolded for even touching the bottom of.
"Yazabelle. You are insane."
"I know." She did a tuck off the roof and slid into another play set made of wood. She ran up the slide and crawled over monkey bars a good ways off the ground. I was fallowing her on the ground, waiting for the right time. I jumped and caught the bar next to her. She gasped, a little surprised, and took off in the opposite direction, but she stopped dead in her tracks by two spiral slides. She took the stairs up two at a time and sat on the rail. But the most surprising of all. . .
She started sobbing.
"Yazabelle. Yazabelle whats wrong?"
"This is the place." she choked out.
"What place? What do you mean?"
"He left me. He left me right there." She pointed to the trail head at the rim of the trees a few feet away.
"Hey, tell me whats going on. Who left you?"
". . . . . .Trace." I didn't know who he was, but he made her cry, and I would kill him.
"Who is Trace? What happened?"
"He. . .he left me there. Prom night."
Now she is just rambling random words. I'm confused.
"What happened prom night?" I pulled her off the rail and sat her down at the top of the red slide and I sat behind her, holding her.
"A-A-After prom. . . .me, Trace, and a few of our friends, were all going out to dinner. We were following them in his car. . . .he pulled into the park for some reason. I didn't know why. He wouldn't answer when I asked him. . . . .when we parked he. . . .he. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into the back seat with him. He kissed me. Rough. And never stopped. I kept pushing him away. And it got to a point where I was kicking him with my high heels. He finally stopped and only said five words." she paused and turned her head into my neck.
"Jasper. . . .He told me ' F me or get out.'" I growled in her ear and she flinched back.
"What? Wait. He told you to screw him or get out of the car?" she nodded.
"And you got out?" I asked.
She nodded again.
"And. . ." I pressed her.
"I got out and I was still in my dress. So I took off my heels and carried them in the direction of the school, cause that's what I was closest to. I would call Ci Ci or Nat or Keith. I knew Keith would kill him. He could easily beat the crap out of him. Two people came from the trees. Two men. One was really big, withblack hair. One was a bit smaller but still bigger than me. My first response was to back away slowly, but they saw me and . . .and they attacked me. I thought they wanted the same thing Trace did. . . .but that wasn't it. . . .they both bit me but left before I was drained. I don't know why though." she rubbed her eyes to wipe away the tears that would never come.
"It'salright, Yazz. Shh." Iattemptedtocomforther,"You're okay." she quieted down, but I left her alone for a second.
"Jasper. . .Thanks." she turned her face into my neck and kissed me once.
"You alright, Darlin'?" I asked.
"Yeah. . ." she breathed. "I'm alright." she ran a hand through her black ringlets, making them bounce back in place.
"Good. 'Cause you still have to take me hunting."she smiled and slid down the slide.
"You are like a three year old." I chuckled at her.
"Well, come on then!" she yelled at me. I rolled my eyes and flew down after her. "See? Its fun!" she took my hand and dragged me into the trees.
Oh God help me. I'm falling hard for this girl. And I don't mind at all.
Soooo. Please don't hate me. Cause I love you. I'm very sorry I took forever to update. Today is my birthday. (January 12th) so I have been busy getting things ready for my Twilight Birthday Party. Whoo hoo!
(*) I have a collection of these cute little toys. I just recently packed them up and put them in storage.
(**) I modeled this character after my Uncle Tommy. That is how he passed away a few years ago. His son, Dalton has the same birthday as me, but the same age as my sister. Cool!
And don't forget. This is the last bit I could come up with! So, if you want this story to go on, you have to send me some of your super cool ideas. I know yall have got some great ones. Okay, so do that. . . .NOW! Go! Go! Go! BLUE BUTTON!