Tadaaa! :D Sorry it's so late, I didn't have the time to really sit down and write (what with exams and stuff). I'm already a little bit into the next chapter, so the wait shouldn't be as long. Also, please tell me what you think of Jasper's POV parts! I'm struggling to tell whether or not he's in character or not, so I'd love feedback! C:
Previously...
His eyes averted to mine, I saw the fear and the pain written in them.
The Volturi's hand started to come down, and I feared it was too late…
Continuing...
I let out the loudest roar I could muster—giving my throat a painful stretch—as I barreled towards the Volturi scum. Luckily, it made the one with his arm raised pause long enough to look up and see me in his face. I wasted no time in flinging him as far away as I could before wheeling and charging the other, larger Volturi who was preparing to finish the job. He failed too, but he did get several powerful blows on me.
Emmett took over that pest, and with Jasper still writhing in pain, I narrowed my attention on the blonde causing it. Her creepy ruby eyes moved from Jasper to myself. Just as the thought occurred that pain would erupt, a sensation that felt like every cell in my body being ripped apart shot through me. I collapsed, the cold of the snow was incomprehensible against what felt like searing heat burning my entire being to a crisp. I couldn't tell that my legs were flailing and my wails were caught in my throat, or that other Volturi were approaching to end my suffering. Then, it all did end.
I came back to my senses feeling drained, just ounces of my energy remaining. My eyes wouldn't focus for what seemed far too long, and when they did, I saw Jasper taking on three Volturi at once. He eliminated two of them as the third was preparing to ambush him from behind. Before he could lay a hand on my imprint, I ambushed him from behind.
Next on my list was that confounded blonde. I saw her being dragged over to Sam by her collar by Alice. I reveled in the brutal kill Sam made, though I'd be more satisfied if I'd done it myself.
The fight continued as such, since by now the most threatening Volturi were exposed of. The leaders were next. One put up little fight, another was taken out easily by the Denali's, and Aro was the only one to remain. And that was it. Within a minute, all three Volturi leaders were beheaded, Aro on fire. The remaining Italians fled for their lives, abandoning their purpose.
But that never happened.
"But what if you were sure she would remain concealed from the human world?" Edward's loud, confident words drew the both of us back to reality, "Could we live in peace?"
"Of course, but that cannot be known," Caius retorted, absolutely certain there would be a fight today.
"Actually, it can," Edward said, indirectly referring to the two new characters, whom each sported tribal attire.
"I've been searching for witnesses of my own, among the Takuna tribes of Brazil," Alice explained.
"We have enough witnesses—" Caius began, but was interrupted by Aro, "Let him speak, brother." A moment of silence ensued as everyone waited for the new witnesses to speak.
"I am half human, half vampire, like the child. A vampire seduced my mother, who died giving birth to me. My aunt, Huilen, raised me as her own. I made her immortal." So it was not that impossible.
"How old are you?" Bella asked quickly.
"A hundred and fifty years."
"At what age did you reach maturity?" Aro inquired.
"I became full-grown seven years after my birth. I have not changed since then."
"And your diet?"
"Blood, human food, I can survive on either."
"These children… Are much like us," a Volturi to the left of Aro spoke. I was surprised to hear his voice; it was much more gentle and genuine than the other's. It's almost unbelievable, but I found it even a comforting kind of sound—for a Volturi.
"Regardless, the Cullens are consorting with werewolves, our natural enemies." Caius seemed dead set on find some reason to fight. Aro turned to him and shook his head, indicating that there would be none. Caius looked absolutely bewildered at this action.
"Dear ones, there is no danger here. We will not fight today." Aro said innocently. Caius, disappointed, was first to leave the scene, all the others following him. The atmosphere was entirely different now that they had gone.
"We have them on the run, now it the time to attack!" Vladimir said, also eager to fight.
"Not today." Carlisle. The Romanians' faces looked like those of little kids who were told they can't have a cookie.
"You're all fools! The Volturi might be gone, but they will never forgive what happened here." Everyone could tell they were trying to scare us into rethinking, but some people snickered. That was their sign that their chance for revenge would not come today, and so they disappeared. Sam and the other wolves were already walking away. Jake and I hung back a little. With every step I took, I could feel my chest getting tighter, as if suffocating. I didn't like it. I turned and looked back, Jake doing the same—I just couldn't resist it. Jasper was talking with the older hybrid from Brazil, when he looked right into my soul. Again, I felt my heart swell. I also noticed Alice, beside him, glance at me and struggle to get his attention back. A pang of concern filtered into my mind when I remembered I was going to have to tell them. I wondered if the rest of the pack knew, but my ponderings were cut short by Sam's howl, signaling our departure.
Jasper's POV
I was currently thanking Nahuel and Huilen for coming to help us. Alice was making better conversation, so my eyes wandered over to the wolves, who were leaving. I spotted the white female, already looking back at me. I felt as if she bore a hole that lead right to my core, which I didn't understand. I had my mate already, so of what significance is this shifter? My thoughts enveloped me entirely and I hadn't noticed Alice calling my name until snapped her fingers in my face. Looking back at her, I didn't need my gift to see that she was pained. In that moment, I realized that she knew something I didn't, and that she wouldn't tell me no matter what. If it were something important, she would have spoken up by now. I resolved to see about later.
Mia's POV; Next day
I'd just finished delivering Brady and Collin home after our patrol, and since everyone had a lot of pent up stress, today was considered a day off. I had far too much on my mind to even think about relaxing, so as soon as I arrived at my adopted home in Sam and Emily's house, I acted.
"Sam?" I popped my head in the doorway, listening for any notion of occupancy. Sam emerged a moment later.
"What's up?" He had a typical serious look on his face as he joined me on the porch.
"There is something I feel I need to discuss with you that is very important," I'd been rehearsing those words all morning. His serious look didn't change, and before he could question me further, I continued. "I'd like to have Carlisle here for this, too. It is that important, and it regards his family, so, I'd like to discuss this with him as well. I promise I will go into detail, I just don't want to explain it twice." My pleas apparently worked, because Sam nodded and went inside to call Carlisle. He arrived within a few minutes.
"Thanks for coming over on such short notice." Sam offered his hand to the well-groomed vampire, who accepted it warmly.
"Not a problem, Sam. What is it you wanted to discuss with me?" Formal as ever.
"Mia here says that she has something important to talk about. Shall we go inside?" I was a little surprised Sam was allowing a vampire to enter his home, and the pack's central area (the den, if you will). They must be on much better terms now than they were before. We settled down at the dining table, and both men looked towards me expectantly.
"Well, uh, there have been some unheard of happenings… happening… as of recently…" I began, picking my words as carefully as I could. "And I'm pretty sure I have another one to add to that list.
"We know now that vampires are able to intermingle with other species in a couple of ways, but—" My words stopped on the edge of my tongue. The concept was so strange, it had to be wrong. I didn't know how to explain it.
"Go on, please," Carlisle said gently. He must have picked up how serious this seemed.
"What I'm trying to say is, I imprinted on Jasper." Sam tensed up immediately, and Carlisle seemed to disconnect for a second, likely wondering if this was possible.
"Are you sure?" Carlisle asked, seeing now just how touchy this issue was, and I nodded my head. A small amount of quiet. "Well, this certainly is unheard of. I suppose, however, that this isn't impossible. Jacob imprinted on Renesmee, who is half vampire, which implies that it should be possible to imprint on a full vampire."
"So, what do I do about it?"
"An imprint is an imprint. I'd suggest talking to him about it, see how both of you feel. Also, you'll need to tell Alice." The mention of Alice reminded me of a question.
"I thought Jasper and Alice were mates?" It sure seemed like they were.
"Apparently not. It seems they were just companions. Everyone has only one mate, or imprint."
"I see. So, when would be a good time to talk to Jasper about this?"
"Whenever you're ready." We were quiet for a moment while I thought it over. I took note that Sam hadn't said a word this entire time.
"Uh, I guess tonight would be okay. The sooner, the better."
"Alright" Carlisle said, standing up to leave. "I'll inform Jasper and the others that we'll be having a visitor tonight." I nodded and thanked him, waving as he left. Fate had really thrown me for a loop this time around.
"Are you sure about this, Mia?" Sam asked.
"He's my imprint, Sam. What else am I supposed to do?"
For my visit to the Cullen's, I was able to borrow some clothes that were a little nicer. Emily let me borrow a white shirt with pink stripes on it and a pair of sneakers, and Leah donated a nicer pair of jeans shorts and hoodie.* I even tried to brush my hair, which had grown to remind me of Taylor Swift's hairstyle.** The constantly humid temperature here turned it into a frizzy mess. I eventually got fed up with trying to make it nice and smooth and decided to just go before I had any second thoughts.
I arrived at the Cullen's house just as the sky was beginning to darken. The utter grandiose and modern design of the house was threatening, not exactly something I was accustomed to. My courage began to cough and sputter until it was entirely snuffed out, and I hadn't even seen or spoken to anyone. I started muttering about how there's always time, and turned around to go back with my tail stuck between my legs, figuratively speaking. However, I didn't get more than two steps away before I heard the door open and slam shut quickly. I knew it was Jasper, because no one else could possibly be excited enough to run out the door and down the steps. That, and I caught his scent before the door had even closed. He smelled like Gardenias and vanilla, my new favorite scent.
"Mia?" Oh my lordy. The way he said my name made my heart jump into my throat and smile wide. I turned around to see him standing nervously in the driveway, with a simple white button-up and dark jeans.
"Jasper," my smile only grew wider after I said his name, and a crooked grin of his own graced that handsome face of his. With every step I took closer to him, I got more and more nervous. I couldn't just stand there at look at him all evening (as much as I wished I could), I came here to talk.
"I assume you know why I'm here?" I asked him, now barely two feet away. I took a short glance into the house to see a couple of the others watching us. No doubt they could hear every word we said.
"I got the gist of it," He said, turning to follow my gaze. "Shall we walk?" I nodded quietly. It was quiet, but not awkwardly quiet as we walked peacefully into the woods, still covered in snow. I figured Jasper would speak up once he knew we were out of hearing range of his family. "Alright, they can't hear us now." Without much more than a second going by, I asked a question that was stuck in my head all day.
"What was it like for you? When the imprint actually happened?" He looked at me, as if organizing his thoughts.
"It was as if the fight yesterday would not have been for Renesmee's sake, but solely for your sake. I would have defended you over anyone else that was there." I was stunned. That was really similar to the way I felt about, too. "What about your experience?"
"It was just the same," I said. "Though, when the packs were leaving, every step away hurt a little more than the previous one."
"And how do you feel about the imprint in general?" Wasn't he an empath? He should be able to tell what my emotions are, right? I decided to question it later.
"Well, I can't say I was prepared for it, but that doesn't mean I want to reject it. On the other hand, I don't think I'm ready for—or even capable of having whatever a normal relationship would be nowadays. When I was growing up, I didn't see the point in intimate relationships with people who aren't my imprint, so I never allowed myself to develop feelings for anyone." A moment passed where the only sound was our feet crunching in the snow. "How do you feel about it?"
Jasper's POV
I had realized halfway through our walk that I couldn't read her emotions. I know she was feeling something, based completely off of body language, but I could never know for sure. It was both fascinating and frustrating, and I found myself watching almost her every move. I asked her about her feelings about the imprint, and her response astounded me. She was a pure soul, untainted by the sins of this world. She waited all of her life thus far to find her imprint, and when she did, it turned out to be me of all beings. A vampire, her kind's biggest enemy. And yet, here she was accepting it as if it made no difference. I also realized why I couldn't read her emotions—she had an emotional shield. It must be similar to Bella's ability, but narrower. Her asking me the same question returned me from my thoughts.
"It's certainly a surprise, but I can't say I want to reject it, either. I don't feel anything negative about it." By this time we had somehow circled back to the house. "Shall we go inside?" I asked, looking at her with a smile.
Footnotes:
* Go to my profile page to see what her outfit for the visit looked like, if you want!
** Look up Taylor Swift's hairstyle for 2015, it's most similar to what I imagined Mia's hair would look like. Just imagine it's dark brown/black instead of blonde xD
