My friends, our time in Dark Times is drawing to a close. Who wants a sequel? Please tell me in your reviews if you want one… maybe one or two chapters left in this one.
Alice POV
I sat on the side of Jasper's bed the next day, watching him worriedly. His eyes were open, but had a hazy, clouded look in them, as well as being droopy. This wasn't one of his good days. I just hoped our departure from this house of horrors wouldn't have to be postponed.
"Father told me I could have the rest, so don't blame me." He laughed, eyes staring up at the ceiling vacantly. His right hand-fingers flexed slowly, relaxed, flexed, relaxed.
I made a shushing noise, patting his left hand. "Jasper, hush. That's enough."
This was just after eleven a.m. What a long day to go, I thought drearily.
"Jazz, are you thirsty? Do you want more blood? Ice cubes? Do you need your medicine?"
I got no response.
Later, around twelve-thirty, he asked Carlisle—who wasn't in the room—if he could go swimming. Twenty minutes later, he laughed again and said, "No Emmett, you can't come." The sound of his laughter was weak, but natural, and I looked at him automatically, at first wondering if he was back to normal.
He wasn't. I just looked away, sighing.
"Oh, Edward," he said, as if calling to him. "Why don't you play chopsticks for us? Alice loves it so."
After a bit, longer this time, Jasper started talking again. I think he was reverting back to his human years, his child years- he started talking to his Mammy.
"Oh, Mammy, too bad! Fading roses, this garden is over for the year." His voice was disappointed. Then his tone brightened considerably as he started once more. "Oh, there will be snow soon, Mammy. We'll make a fort, we'll make a leaf, we'll make a bird, we'll make a bird, we'll make a hand, we'll make a bright green one, we'll make a nice blue one, we'll…" He trailed off.
Next came his teenage years- the ones filled with memories of courting.
"Oh, Miss Melanie, that dress is lovely on you. You look lovely."
Esme leaned over him, lips brushing over his hot cheek as she smoothed his covers over his chest. "Jasper, be quiet. You'll strain yourself, sweetheart."
"What color is it, baby?" I asked him. "What color is Melanie's dress?" I wanted to see if I could get a response out of him. Carlisle had asked that I try to see how aware he really was.
It took a long minute. I almost gave up on getting a response out of him, but he answered eventually.
"It's purple and black."
"Where is she going to wear it?"
Jasper didn't answer my question this time. Instead, his eyes clouded over more and his hands and feet began twitching spasmodically. "The ladies will have their naps and then come to the table," he said, rather loudly. "The ladies will have their naps and then come to the table. The ladies come to the table…" he exhaled.
"Jazz?" Esme and I both spoke, worried for him.
"The ladies will come to the table. Bobby Lee stays in his tent and the ladies come to the table."
I didn't say anything this time, just studied his pale face anxiously.
"The ladies will have their naps and then come to the table… the ladies come to the table and we all have tea." He smiled.
There was a long, long break after this. I was shaken, confused, and worried, as was Esme, who went downstairs when she could no longer handle it for the time being.
Jasper's lips twisted, almost into a smirk or a sneer. I exhaled sharply, steeling myself for another round. It was now a quarter past six. Early evening.
"Foolish newborn." His voice was cold and hard, somehow, in its tone, but still so weak. "You are fearing what is to come- only natural, I suppose, yet pathetic, really." His head made tiny motions, as if he thought he was shaking it.
"No. Stop it. It is pointless to beg me for something I will never grant you, child. You will not live." There was a pause, and then he began laughing lowly, causing his body to spasm. "No," he coughed.
I watched him, both fascinated and paralyzed. What memory could he be experiencing? I wondered. Certainly one with Maria.
It seemed to stop after only a couple minutes.
"The ladies come to the table. Bobby Lee stays in his tent. The ladies have their naps and come to the table."
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