Forget Me Nots Chapter 4: Midnight's Orchid, a twilight fanfic

Hello avid Twilight fans!! Dauphine once again bringing you Chapter four of Forget Me Nots!

This chapter explains some things, but i feel like i'm creating more cliffhangers!!! I swear!!! The upcoming chapters will explain everything!! This is the beginning and suspenseful part of the story!!! Please Read and Review for me!!!

DISCLAIMER!!::: I don't own the Twilight characters from Stephenie Meyer's novels.

Also, once again, there are more thoughts of yaoi :D (innocent, i swear!! it's more loving than lustful!!! being the romantic that i am!!!)

well, please enjoy and REVIEWS are always welcomed!!! oh, and btw, i have midterms this week so my next update might take longer than i normally post...so i'm sorry!!!

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Chapter 4: Midnight's Orchid

Edward was actually scared. The realm he had fallen into was devoid of all light except for a ghostly glow emanating in the distance in the form of a rectangle. The little hairs on the back of Edward's neck began to stand on end as he shakily walked over to the only source of light in a dark, dark realm.

When he reached the light source, he realized that it was a door with light filtering through the cracks around the door's edges promisingly. Seeming how Jasper was not in sight in the surrounding, unknown darkness and Edward couldn't hear Jasper's thoughts, Edward deduced that Jasper must have gone through the lighted door already. However, he was uncertain what was behind this door; the whole realm he had entered put him into a situation that he hated the most avidly: going on a whim into the unknown.

Edward involuntarily opened the door which frightened him to no end because he was still debating on whether or not he should go through it and that there was the slightest chance that Jasper might still be in the darkness. However, his body had overridden his second thoughts and proceeded to open the lit door. Somehow, opening the door just felt right, no matter how much his mind opposed the thought. "Go ahead," a voice had whispered softly to him as he pulled the door open unwillingly.

Edward was startled because he did not recognize the voice; it was a soft, innocent, musical voice. He shook his head at the thought of insanity and bizarreness because being there was already bizarre enough. Edward knew that he couldn't have been conscious.

The door swung open in front of him allowing the light to spill into the dark realm and blind Edward at the same time. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he observed the scene he saw. The room was actually not lit at all. What had lit the room was the full moon outside through the huge open window. He was in a room with three beds of which all three were occupied by wounded men. Two of the men were sleeping and the one closest to the said window was sitting up against the head board of the bed. He was staring off out the window. It was Jasper, but he was human.

That was when it hit Edward. He understood now. Edward was inside of Jasper's head; in one of his memories to be exact. He must have fallen into the same catatonic state that Jasper had been experiencing and now he was seeing what must be dwelling on Jasper's mind. Edward appreciated his ability to read other people's minds because it could be extremely advantageous, but to actually see other people's memories and physically live through them was a whole different ball-game.

Edward tried to call out Jasper's name to see if Jasper could somehow subconsciously hear, but nothing phased the reflexive Jasper because he continued to stare out the window. Edward started to walk over to Jasper when he had one of the strangest sensations of his endless existence: a thin teenage boy with golden-blonde hair and vivid blue eyes walked right through Edward carrying some sort of beautiful orchid. The boy continued to set the orchid on the windowsill and sat lightly on the edge of Jasper's bed. Edward started to freak out at what had happened, but then he realized, "Obviously they're not going to see, hear, or notice me! This is a memory!"

Edward shook his head and walked over to Jasper and the boy who was sitting on the edge of Jasper's bed. He wanted to catch what they were saying, see if anything could explain what had been happening to his Jasper. "Did I just seriously think: my Jasper?" Edward thought suddenly, but quickly focused his attention back to the two boys.

"What are you still doing up, Jazz?" the boy asked in his flawlessly sweet voice.

"Can't sleep," Jasper said absently only glancing once over to the boy to acknowledge him, "I keep having the same nightmares."

"Oh, of the battlefield," the boy whispered softly.

Jasper remained silent and slowly turned to face the boy. Edward could see the torture, pain and fear in his eyes. Jasper's cobalt-blue eyes were watery and glistened in the candlelight. "Oh, Jazz…how long has this been haunting you?" Edward thought his heart breaking to see Jasper in so much pain and fright.

"Jazz," the boy cooed softly in an angelic, musical voice as Edward glowered at him thinking that the said boy was completely ruining his moment with Jasper, "It's all over. No more fighting. The war ended over two months ago."

"I know," Jasper whispered, "That doesn't change anything. You and your brother have been so kind to take me and the others in, but if they discover what you have been up to, they'll –"

"They will not arrest me, Jazz, you know that," the boy said exasperatedly giving signs to Edward by his voice and countenance that the two of them must have had this conversation multiple times before.

"No, but they will deport you back to France! You don't have a citizenship here, so they won't even give you a second chance at reprieve! They'll just deport you for harboring wounded Confederates through-out the war," Jasper said with a pained expression, "They'll accuse you of choosing a side in a 'civil' matter! And I—I-I…I can't-…you…can't-…I need…-"

The boy crawled up onto the bed and curled next to Jasper hugging him tightly and laying his head on Jasper's shoulder saying, "Jasper, whatever happens to me or my brother, happens. That still won't change my decision to continue to heal the wounded: Confederate or Yankee, felon or innocent."

Edward's eyebrows arched up at this remark. "What had he just insinuated?" Edward thought, but soon lost his thoughts to watch the boy and Jasper. Jasper fell into silence clutching to the boy tightly as if his life would end if the boy let go. A pang of jealousy growled in Edward's throat unexpectedly. Edward mentally slapped himself for his reaction, but he could not deny that he wished he could be holding Jasper in his strong arms with Jasper's head on his shoulder. "Jasper looks healthier, and less frail as a human," Edward thought absently crossing his arms and smirking. Then he realized that he was distracting himself from the conversation, so he snapped out of his reverie.

"Jasper?" the boy asked softly.

"Yes, Michel?" Jasper said with his southern drawl.

"An old friend of my family is coming from Europe to visit my brother and me," Michel said visibly tensing in Jasper's arms, "I've never met him myself, but my brother says that he knows him and that this guy was close friends to my parents. He learned of my parents' untimely death, so he sent us a letter of sympathy saying that he would be on the next boat over to America to pay his respects."

"Ok, why do you seem so uncomfortable about this?" Jasper asked rubbing Michel's back lightly and soothingly.

"It's mostly nerves," Michel answered relaxing his head closer to Jasper's neck, "Because, he is from a wealthy and influential family. My brother tells me that his family is practically royalty! Anyway, I just wanted to know, if of course your wound is doing better, if you would be with me all day when he arrives three weeks from now? Something about you keeps me calm, and you make me feel like everything's going to be ok. I don't like talking about my parents as it is, so I'm going to be extra tense."

"Of course!" Jasper said softly cried out pulling the boy's head up and kissing him tenderly on the lips. Michel blushed and nuzzled his cheek against Jasper's after they broke apart. Michel wrapped his gloved hands around Jasper's neck and practically shifted his entire person onto Jasper. Jasper only pulled him closer. At this point, Edward was thinking of all the different ways he could dismember Michel, but once again, he realized what he was saying only this time he didn't care; Edward was completely and utterly jealous. "There, I said it! Now get off of him!" Edward commanded so icily in his head that he slightly scared himself at how protective he had become of Jasper.

"So, what's his name?" Jasper asked with a small yawn.

"Well, he's from Italy," Michel said slowly, "And his name is Aro of the noble Volturi family."

Edward's jealous eyes widened into shock. He started to grimace. "Why is a Volturi associating himself with humans?" Edward thought, but he had a good guess at where this was going and he didn't like it. Edward frowned in concern as he looked at Jasper with loving eyes and thought, "What happened to you, Jazz?" However, Edward had no more time to ponder over what had happened for he was floating up, zooming away from the distant memory and back into the conscious realm.

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