A.N:Omg! Omg! Omg! I got a chapter done!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haha, sorry, I'm just really happy. I'm so sorry about the long wait, but for all my faithful readers, thank you. You are the best!!!! I'm really sorry about leaving you with a cliffhanger, though. It was kind of crappy of me to do after I made you wait so long for this one. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! Anyway, without further ado, Chapter 8.
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It had been five months since I had moved in with Bobby and I couldn't think of a time when I was ever happier. Dean and Sam stayed with me at the house and were the perfect older brothers.
I was so busy with my training to be a hunter that I barely had time to think of Them. Actually, I never had time to think about anything anymore. The only times I had to myself were late at night right before I went to sleep or, like now, when I got up in the morning and had nothing to do.
I usually woke up around three in the morning. I learned my lesson about sleeping in late my second week here. I had slept in to my normal time, which was around seven o'clock, but Dean thought that he should do me the favor of wake me up earlier. That was the day I experienced my first ice shower…. In bed. I was so mad at him that I didn't talk to him for weeks. But I eventually gave up, thanks to his damn perfect abs. Yes, I still had a little crush on him, but I never did anything about it. I didn't want to ruin our great brother/sister relationship. Sam and I were the same way. Of coarse, that was without the sexual tension.
A creek of my floorboard outside my room brought me back from my memories and I froze from my position of laying under my covers and listened as I heard the door open. Heavy footsteps approached my bed. Dean. I waited until I new he was right beside me and I whipped my hand out to hit him right where it hurts.
I heard a very unmanly scream and started laughing. "Sucker!" I yelled at him as I jumped out of bed. He gave me the dirtiest glare he could muster, but it didn't phase me since it didn't look that menacing as he was on the floor in the fetal position grabbing his junk.
"I told you not to." Sam said from his place leaning against the door frame. His shoulders were shaking from holding in his laughter, but he couldn't help letting them out as Bobby came running up the stair holding his gun shouting at them to explain what happened.
"It's not my fault! Dean was trying to sneak up on me!" I said, pointing to him in a very childlike manner. Bobby spotted Dean laying on the floor and smiled slightly. That's all you ever got from Bobby. No full smiles or laughs. I didn't know if that was how he always was or if he only did it around me. I wasn't sure I really wanted to know either.
I smirked at Dean as he stood up, using the bed as a prop to get himself up. "I'm going to make you regret that." he said. My eyes got big and I darted down the stairs, with Dean hobbling right behind me, to the bathroom. I just barely got the door locked before he started beating on it, yelling at me to open it. I laughed as I sat on the floor. After about five minutes of him scolding me for 'damaging his property' he gave up on trying to get me to open the door and left. I sighed and started the shower.
As I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair, I did something I had long ago forbidden; I thought about Themand how different my life was before They left. I had once imagined that Alice and Rosalie would be the perfect sisters. Emmett and Jasper would be the best older brothers in the world. Carlisle and Esme would have been loving, kind, and forgiving parents. And… Edward… my Edward… he would be my world. My vampire.
I became aware that the water that was rushing down my cheeks wasn't all water from the shower. Quiet sobs racked over my body as memories of my old family rushed through my head. I saw Edward and I when we were in the meadow. I saw Alice and I shopping for random clothes I would never wear. I saw Emmett teasing me about my clumsiness. So many excruciatingly happy memories I had of my former family. It was all so painful. I remembered how they all used to be so protective, so compassionate, so accepting. But they left. They left me, and now I am only an echo of what I used to be. I would never get over them, and I excepted that.
I thought of the day He had left me. I should have expected it! Maybe if I had, it wouldn't have hurt so much. I thought he was just upset about Jasper attacking me; obviously not. I'm nothing special, and at first I knew it was to good to be true, but I let his empty promises of love and devotion blind me from the truth: he had never loved me. I was just some toy that he had played with until he got bored.
My knees gave out and I crashed onto the bottom of the tub still crying and grabbing my chest as if to keep myself from ripping in half. It felt as if my emotions had been building up inside me and were looking for the perfect time to just burst out. I suppose that was why I hadn't had my nightmares for so long... I was just to distracted to notice the sadness.
As I lay there, crying and shaking under the water that had just begun to turn cold; I heard someone bang on the door.
"Open the door!" someone was shouting. Oh, how I wanted to. I wanted to get up and pretend that nothing was wrong. I wanted to act normal. Hell, I wanted to be normal. But that wasn't me; it never has been.
A loud cracking noise caused me to jump and look up from my position from the tub. What I saw astounded me. The door was on the ground and Dean came running in with a gun in his hand. He soon realized that the self induced agony I was in when he spotted me. What a pathetic sight I must be. Sadness flooded to his face as he took off his shirt and put it on me.
"Is she alright?" I heard Sam ask when Dean stepped through the doorway and carried me to his room he just nodded and opened his door. That was about the point I fell asleep. Or maybe I fainted. Who knows?
I groaned as I felt myself gain consciousness from a huge headache that was starting to form. I felt around the bed to find my phone, but I pulled back my hand when I felt a smooth fabric underneath my fingers. I opened one of my eyes and found that I wasn't in my room, but Dean's. Wow. That was something I only had the honor to do once, and I had gotten the ass chewing of my life for it. I loved his room. It reminded me of a teenager's room; and I absolutely adored it! There were band posters and photographs of him and Sam all up in his dark blue walls, and dirty clothes were randomly tossed on the floor. But I especially liked his sheets, which were black silk. Sexy.
I jumped as something stirred beside me, but relaxed when I found that it was just dean. Quietly, so I wouldn't wake him up, I got out of his bed and scampered to my own room across the hall. I headed straight for the closet. I was getting out of the house, and I was going to a club.
In the back of my head I knew that I was still upset from the bathroom incident and I shouldn't leave, but I gladly ignored it and put on a plain black dress. I put on a blue and checkered belt around my hips, tugged on a pair of blue converse and walked back into Dean's room. My eyes scanned the room and zeroed in on the keys to the Impala. Dean was going to be furious when he found out, but I really didn't care. I just needed to leave.
As soon as I got into the club, I headed into the middle of the dance floor. I closed my eyes and just moved to the music like the rest of the crowd. I felt as if I was in the middle of an ocean and all the bodies around me were the waves. The current pulled me this way and that. The only time I felt different was when someone put their hands on my hips and pressed against me from behind.
I glanced behind me to see a reasonable attractive man. He had brown hair, but it was a bit greasy and his eyes had a menacing glimmer in them. He wasn't overly tall or muscular, he was actually a little on the scrawny side. It didn't matter to me, though, as I felt slightly drunk off of the pounding of the music. I danced with him for all of twenty minutes when I felt his breath against my neck.
"Want to go outside?" He whispered in a slimy voice.
I didn't have anything better to do, so I nodded and hooked my index finger in the belt loop of his light-colored jeans as he walked towards the back door. As soon as the door shut behind us he pushed me against the wall and he kissed me almost violently. My hands trailed over his shoulders and tangled in his hair as I pulled him closer to me. His tongue darted into my mouth and one of his hands gripped my shoulder tightly. He moaned and pushed me against the wall a little harder when I stroked his tongue with my own. His hands traveled farther down to cup my breast and I tried to pull back. I wanted to make it perfectly clear where I thought he could stick his perverted roaming hands, but he had his other hand behind my head holding me in place. I pushed at him and then he released me but then I felt a sting on my cheek. He had just slapped me!
"What the hell?" I asked as stared at him. That's when I noticed his eyes; they were black. Not just brown black, but pitch black and there was no trace of any other color in his eyes,. They were like the windows to an empty house, but there was an evil look in them. "Demon." I gasped and his eyes widened when he heard. But then he smirked.
"Bingo." He said. My heart started pounding, and I punched him with all of my strength. His head snapped to the side and I took that opportunity to run. It didn't help any, though as I fell to the ground not even ten seconds later. I gasped as the demon's weight crushed me.
"Get off me!" I demanded, even though I knew it was a useless effort.
"I don't think so." He replied. He picked me up and once again shoved me against the wall. "It's such a shame that I have to kill you. You're such a pretty thing."
"Fuck you." I spat at him.
He smiled slightly. "Victoria told me that you were free-spirited, but I never thought you would be so aggressive. I like it."
"Victoria?" I asked.
His smirk widened, "Yes. She was quite distraught when your Edward killed her James. She had to tell someone, and I just happened to be right there. I made a promise to her, you know. I promised to kill you if she couldn't. And I don't go back on my promises."
I didn't know what to say to that. All of this was overwhelming. I knew demons existed and that they were extremely dangerous, but before tonight it didn't seem real. It had been like when someone tells you about a murderer. You know that there are murders out there and that it could be killed by one any day, but you don't truly realize how great a chance there is until you come face to face with one. Those were my exact feelings now.
I looked at the demon in front of me with fearful eyes and sighed. I knew he was going to kill me with every fiber of my being, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of me begging for my life. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. Surprisingly, the only thing I felt was him being pushed off of me.
Relief filled me as he fell to the ground and a black smoke shot out from his mouth and eyes. It didn't even take more than a minute for him to slump lifelessly to the ground. A knife was stuck in the back of his head.
"You shouldn't have gone out of the house without Dean or Sam." Someone said from the shadows. Gold eyes stared at me warily.
"Jasper?" I asked in a quivering voice.
He stepped forward and caught me just as I collapsed and started sobbing. "I-I haven't seen you in s-so long." I said through my sobs.
"I know" he murmured. He held me for a long time as I wept and thought about how stupid it was to leave.
"What are you doing here?" I asked when I was done sobbing, but tears still poured from my eyes. "And how do you know Sam and Dean?" I added as an afterthought.
"I came to check up on you, and I've known them for years." he said quietly.
I felt tired, really, really tired. "Can I go home now?" I asked.
"Of coarse. Keys?" he asked.
I grabbed hem out of my braw, blushing slightly, and gave them to him. He picked me up and carried me to the car. As soon as I got in the passenger seat, I was out like a light.