Penname: Vampgirl18

Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative Fiction – Twilight

Rating/Warning(s): T

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Prompt: Word: Alabaster.

Imagined Images: You are visiting a carnival with friends and decide to have your fortune told. As you walk in, the gypsy stops, stare at you and says, "I've been waiting." What happens next?

I'm so far behind it's not even remotely funny.

"Jasper! Get your ass over here." My cousin Rosalie has to be the loudest person I have ever met in my life. Too bad her boyfriend Emmett seemed to love the loud crass side of her.

I was visiting my Aunt and Uncle Hale up in upstate New York, a very different setting from my home state of Texas. We- my mother, father, and I- were only up here for the holidays. I couldn't wait to get out of this frozen hell hole.

Lovely cousin Rose drug me out to a stupid winter fair they had in the middle of town. It was a tradition in…ah…what's the damn name again? Bumblefuck New York. All the townies came out and rode on the Ferris wheel, played arcade games, and ate deep fried food. While painfully cheerful music blared out of the PA.

It.

Was.

Torture!

I waddled over to her as fast as my multilayered legs could carry me. I swaddled myself in three layer of sweat pants to keep out the cold. I glared at all the natives that were only wearing a pair of jeans…stupid New York Eskimos.

"Were going to go in the tunnel of love. Meet us at the fried Oreo's stand in twenty."

And they just walked away. Just walked the fuck away! Like I know where the fuck I'm going. I stomped through the fair grounds angrily muttering under my breath in anger. The rows of booths started to thin out as I walked along. A large bright red tent came into my view. It looked like a giant camping tent. There was steam billowing out of the top of it, so I'm guessing it's warm in there, exactly what I needed right now.

I stomped my way over to the tent and threw the flaps open only to stop dead in my tracks.

The inside was decorated in golden silks, a pungent incense burning on a small table to my right. In the center of the room was a small girl sitting on a large gold pillow. She was placing tarot cards in a formation in front of her and didn't even look up as I stumbled in to it.

"I've been waiting for you Jasper…"

I felt my jaw drop to the floor. How did she know my name? "Excuse me, how do-"

She cut me off. "Know your name? I know a lot about you Jasper. Here, come have a seat." She didn't look up as she waved to the cushion in front of her.

I tentatively looked at her and the pillow, deciding that she was so small that if she did turn out to be a psycho, I could probably over power her. I sat down on the surprisingly comfortable cushion. The girl continued to line up the cards, ignoring me completely.

As the seconds ticked by and she still didn't acknowledge me, I began to get frustrated. "Listen… are you one of Rosalie's friends or something?"

She snorted. "No, Rosalie doesn't talk to me at all."

That was all she said. I was getting angry now. "Well…if you aren't going to answer my questions then I guess I'll just leave."

I made to get up, but I felt a small warm hand wrap around my wrist keeping me in place. My skin tingled at the contact. I turned to stare at her, our eyes met.

Her face had an elfish quality, all dainty bones and soft angles. Her skin was a shade of the finest alabaster, her lips plump and looked soft to the touch, but it was her eyes that captivated my attention. They were wide and grey; a steely gunmetal color that looked so strong against her small impish features. They held my own dark blues captive in there gaze.

She was magnificent.

I felt my mouth drop open. I lost all ability to speak around her. She smiled, her full lips pulling up into a grin. In that moment I didn't care how or why she knew me. All I knew was that she was the loveliest creature I had ever seen and I would do everything in my power for her to be mine.

"You've kept me waiting a long time Jasper," she finally said in her sweet voice.

I took off my hat, my southern upbringing coming out, and extended my hand to hers. She slipped it into mine, the heat warming my partially frozen fingers. I lifted her delicate hand to my lips and kissed the soft skin.

"Well, I'm sorry miss…"