Final Chapter to Dark Times
Peter POV
It was late and quiet. The last night in this house of horrors.
Once they left, there would be peace.
Or so they could only hope.
Would the Cullens ever really get peace, though?
"No," Edward answered my thought aloud as he headed out the door to put something in his Volvo. "I highly doubt it."
Jasper shifted on the couch, yawning softly. "Is it almost time to go? It is staring at me."
Esme looked to Carlisle. "What's the harm in going a few hours early, Carlisle?"
"I don't suppose it could hurt." He was off the couch in an instant, lifting Jasper to a sitting position. "Do you want to walk to the car or should I carry you?"
"Help me walk," Jasper decided.
I had to grin at that. Even under the current circumstances, he was still so Jasper. Of course he would refused to be carried. Jasper was a highly independent creature and despised being treated like a child.
Carlisle pulled Jasper to his feet, waiting for him to regain his balance when he staggered. Jasper waited a minute, then started limping forward without waiting for his father.
Worried, Carlisle followed close behind him, hands out to catch him if he were to fall.
"I'm fine," Jasper grumbled.
"I know, son. Just a precaution."
As it turned out, the precaution was necessary, I concluded. Jasper tripped and fell, and Carlisle barely caught him in time to help him the rest of the way to the car. Chuckling, I got up and slid in the backseat next to him.
"Ready to leave this hell, Major?"
Jasper nodded.
"Lord, yes," he said.
Jasper POV
It was almost over.
I was feeling a deep, profound relief now. It had seemed nearly unfathomable that we would actually leave, but here we were, in the car. The end was near, I knew it.
And it felt good.
In the front seat, Carlisle started the car. Peter and I would be riding with him and Esme—he had decided it was safer for me to ride with him rather than Alice, as it gave me the safety of being with a doctor.
We began moving. Automatically, I looked back at the massive old house we were leaving behind.
In the window of my former room, I could see It at the window.
Just that faint, white shimmer of course.
No emotions.
No nothing.
I could sense nothing.
At least, not until the voice rang out in my mind, causing me to jump, gasp, and sit up wide-eyed. That horrible, raspy voice.
This is not the end, Jasper Hale.
You will see me again.
Promise.
END
So… it wasn't too bad, was it?
The sequel should be posted by next week.
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