Forget Me Nots Chapter 6: Forget Me Nots, a twilight fanfic

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Chapter 6: Forget-Me-Nots

"Jasper! Please! Honey! Listen to me, you're right here!" Alice cried repeatedly to the flailing Jasper who looked like he was having a seizure, "EDWARD! What is happening to him?! Make it stop!"

Edward walked over from the window and said, "Michel has been searching for you Jasper, hasn't he?"

Edward proceeded to place his cold hand on Jasper's forehead and he focused all his mental abilities on Jasper's convulsing mind and memories. Jasper lurched once more and then went very still with his eyes beginning to water. Alice's protective hands had never left Jasper's lurching chest the whole time, and when he stopped convulsing, she laid her head down on his chest. Edward removed his hand from Jasper's forehead, and he saw his love's eyes plead him not to remove his hand. Edward smiled but slowly retracted his arm to his side. Jasper pouted slightly but hid it quickly.

"Edward, who is Michel?" Bella asked curiously.

"One of Jasper's, uhm, 'friends' from his human life," Edward said sheepishly.

"Edward, what the hell is going on?" Rosalie demanded impatiently.

"Now, Rose, let's be a little more civil," Carlisle said warningly and continued to say, "Edward, I'm glad to see you up and awake again, but what exactly is happening to Jasper?"

"Well, there's only so much that I know myself," Edward said, "I don't know how or why, but Jasper was having a relapse of a painful memory of sorts."

"What was the memory?" Esme asked with concern.

"It is my final days as a human," Jasper answered sitting up in his bed simultaneously and pulling the startled Alice off of him.

"I have been hiding my past from all of you, including you, Alice, for personal reasons such as humility or fear," Jasper continued slowly not looking at anyone present in the room though everyone was intently staring at him.

"I owe you an apology and the truth…I'll start at the beginning…"

Jasper continued to explain his last memories as a human to his family; a secret he had hid from all of them including Alice and Edward. He described the gunshot wound, the dark and deathly night, the white angelic boy (Michel), Michel rescuing him, and their secret forbidden love. Jasper, however, ended the story with: "Then, I changed."

His adoptive family looked at Jasper quizzically. Bella bit her lower lip wondering which one of them would ask Jasper: 'who bit him?' It was obviously a touchy subject because Jasper had ended the story abruptly with a huff and his face flushed. A silence ensued as everyone waited patiently for Jasper to say something else, but Emmett beat him to it.

"So, who was the lucky one to taste Jazzy blood?" Emmett laughed jokingly. Edward and Alice quickly gave Emmett harsh condescending looks whilst Rosalie slapped the back of his head and growled, "Emmy!" Emmett rubbed the back of his head looking rather bewildered and confused as if he missed something; he looked at Bella who just shook her head silently.

Jasper looked as if he was trying to hold back tears at the thought of the one who changed him. He really was turning into a human. His eyes were pools of ocean blue filling with tears, a flushed face, ragged breaths as he gasped for air, and…a faint, slow heart-beat.

Edward and Alice were on either side of his bed grasping his hands tightly and trying to calm him down. This time, however, Jasper was well rested and had a rein on his 'new' abilities and no one was phasing into a human other than himself. Edward took a wet cloth from the bowl of water on Jasper's bed table and began to dab at Jasper's face to wipe away the beads of sweat and the crystal tears.

When he finished, Edward asked softly, "Jasper, what happened to you that night? That night when Aro Volturi came to see you? Your last day as a human?"

Alice looked at Edward with a horrified expression. The rest of the family gasped at the mention of Aro. Jasper went very still casting his eyes down to his hands which were currently restrained civilly by his wife and his… "Well, he's technically not my brother…so…it's alright if I call him my cru—" Jasper thought but quickly blocked his thoughts when he remembered that Edward was listening. Edward cocked his eyebrow at Jasper and his thoughts while Jasper's face deepened in embarrassment. Edward gave Jasper a smug look and gently squeezed Jasper's hand which was beginning to sweat.

"Uhm, Aro knew Michel's family because," Jasper paused still staring at his hands and bit his lip, "Well, it's complicated…"

"How so?" Carlisle inquired.

"Michel's family was…not human," Jasper whispered. Everyone's eyes began to bulge at the news.

"They were descendants of Angels on Earth. Michel's parents were Angels as well, but they were killed in the war by one of the many vampire 'newborn' gangs. Of course, I wasn't aware of any of this at the time until my last night that I was human…"

"Sweetie, what happened?" Esme questioned lovingly sitting on the edge of the bed and putting her hand over Edward's on Jasper's right hand. Alice still held strong on Jasper's left hand kissing every little inch of his fingers.

Jasper sighed and looked up at the people surrounding him. "Do they all really care this much about me?" Jasper thought feeling the emotions of love, worry, and fear. Edward gave him one quick firm nod, and Jasper breathed again silently apologizing for ever doubting them. Edward gave him one of those "You-are-so-ridiculous-sometimes" look and Jasper continued:

"That night…"

~_oOo_~

JPOV (reflexive; telling the story to Cullens)

The sun had set in the western horizon scorching the sky briefly with an ominous, crimson color. An elaborate, black horse-drawn carriage pulled up in front of the white mansion that was being swallowed by the encroaching darkness. The horse-driver hopped down to open the carriage door and out stepped a very tall, well-built man. He wore a black ensemble with a long black cloak and top hat, but his skin stood out against the darkness because it was paler-than-snow white. He walked up to the front door of the Ambreaux manor.

Michel hopped down from the window sill we had been leaning out of and yelled, "He's here!"

He took off down the stairwell and I quickly followed him. Michel reached the bottom of the stairs while I stood half-hidden behind the banister. I don't know why, but something didn't feel right about the man coming to pay sympathies for the deceased Mr. and Mrs. Ambreaux. I was frightened for the room seemed to freeze over when the strange man entered the room even though it was the hottest part of the summer. I felt guilty and a bit embarrassed that I hadn't followed Michel all the way down the stairs, but the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end. Something was horribly wrong, and I could sense it. Tim, Michel's older brother, had already allowed the peculiar man into the home. Melinda, the maid, had taken the man's cloak and top hat and set them on the coat hanger.

The man introduced himself, "Bon soir, mes copains. I am Aro Volturi. This is, I believe, the first time we have met? I have known your parents since they were very young. I wish to convey my dearest and utmost sincere sympathies. It is a tragic lost."

The man wore a black suit ensemble complete with the ruffled shirt and luxurious tie. He seemed very wealthy. His face and skin were as white as December snow, and his eyes were a deep, crimson red. His presence was so daunting and foreboding that any ghost or spirit would want to run and hide. Above all, he had expression on his face that looked as if he was hiding something…like he had alternative motives for a visitation other than out of mourning. I remember thinking he was dangerous; my eyes were glued to his face and those deadly, crimson eyes…

"Thank you, sir," Tim said tiredly.

"That is very kind of you," Michel added.

"I bring you a gift, from one of my ancestors," Aro continued, "It is called the Mirror of Memories."

His driver entered the manor carrying life-size mirror. He held it in front of Tim. The mirror was covered by a cloth which was held down by some twine.

"I must admit to you, my dear friends, that I am not here just for sympathies," Aro said calmly and absently as he looked at the covered mirror.

"Why else would you travel so far for something other than because of the deaths of my parents?" Tim asked questioningly.

Michel began to feel uncomfortable, I could tell. He started backing up towards the stairwell. Perhaps he could sense the bizarreness of the situation like me, but I stopped him by coming down the stair well by arriving at his side. He looked up at me with fear evident in his oceanic eyes. I put my arm around his shoulders and rubbed his upper arm comfortingly. He trembled slightly but turned back to face his guest.

Aro raised an eyebrow in our direction but did not say anything. Then, he seemed to notice me. His eyes bore right into my mind, heart and soul. I could see him looking at me as if he was judging my worth. He then smiled as if he had found something in his strange endeavors to stare me down.

"Who is this gentleman you seem to be caring for, Monsieur Ambreaux?" Aro asked.

"His name is Jasper, Jasper Whitlock Hale. He was a soldier in this on-going war. We have been tending to his battle wounds," Tim answered now beginning to feel the same discomfort that his brother and I were experiencing.

"Hmm…he will be…perfect," Aro said his eyes flashing towards me, "You know, this is no ordinary mirror."

"What's so special about it?" Michel asked with a defensive edge in his voice.

"Oh, you will see, won't you, witch?" Aro boomed evilly and he ripped off the tarp that covered the mirror.

Everyone had gasped and held their breath as the tarp billowed down to the floor. The mirror was onyx black. It gleamed in the candle lit foyer. The Mirror of Memories just looked like a black abyss to me, but I do remember it whispering to me. It was eerie and vast and dark…and it was calling my name invitingly. I felt Michel tightening his hold on me, and I turned to see what was wrong and saw him crying and clinging to me for dear life. Immediately, I forgot everything around me and kept asking what was wrong. Michel kept on crying and then screamed in utter pain. He emanated a bright white aura as well as his brother.

"What is wrong with them? What have you done?" I yelled ferociously at Aro not knowing what he was.

"You see, young Jasper, these two are angelic beings. They have been given the power and privilege of angelic lives on Earth. The mirror is an ancient relic made out of every human soul that was poisoned by a vampire. It causes angels' souls to burn from the inside out from their failure to protect these humans," Aro grinned maliciously.

I was lost for words.

"Why are you doing this to them!? Make it stop!" I commanded holding Michel in my arms as he continued to scream. His brother was writhing on the floor next to Melinda who was crying in fright.

"Jasper, I have to do this. See, these angelic beings are sent here to destroy creatures like me and my carriage driver. I can not allow this. You see, I have been living for over two thousand years, and I will live for eternity. Every century or so, the heavenly domain decides to intervene when too many of my kind are killing too many humans. Since you have your little 'war' raging right now and a lot of my kind have become 'overly zealous', these angels were sent to seek out my kind, rip us apart, and burn us into ash."

"What are you?" I whispered in terror.

"I am a king of my kind. We are vampires."

My head began spinning and the whispering from the mirror became louder as if trying to grab me and pull me into its dark abyss. I shook my head and refocused to save Michel.

"But even if Michel and Tim are angels, they aren't killing vampires! They are here to save wounded soldiers from painful ends!" I cried out losing strength from holding Michel too long and slouching to the floor.

"That is what it appears to humans, but they are really taking in the wounded to see if vampires have infected any of the surviving soldiers. It is against our laws too allow too much human death or changing in one area, and my legion of vampires is destroying the young ones that were naïve enough to go against our laws," Aro said fiercely, "Unfortunately, you now know what we are and that we exist. But, luckily for you, my venom infects a human's system quickly. That's what you get for being a vampire for two millennia! You will make an excellent addition to my legion of vampires…you have a cunning sense of people's emotions and feelings surrounding you."

I looked on in terror as Aro crossed the floor in fraction of a second and latched his teeth onto my neck, injecting the potent venom into my veins. I screamed and Aro withdrew. Surprisingly, my screaming replaced Michel's. I dropped the now silent Michel on the floor next to me and I started squirming in pain from the venom. The burning in my blood and throat was so hot; hotter than a million fires. As my body was feeling like it was being charred, Michel struggled against all the pain he was feeling to stand up to Aro.

"ah-! Aro-euh…you'll pay for this…AH!" Michel cried out shaking in his crouched position.

"You pathetic witch. Your magic can not work now. And your friend here? He's turning faster than I thought! He'll be coming around now in a matter of seconds. His heart is about to stop. I guess my poison is deadlier than I had thought," Aro cackled.

The pain was so unbearable. But the pain went away in a matter of minutes taking my heart-beat and breath away with it. I was so cold and conscientious of the environment around me. It was so intriguing yet confusing at the same time. Then, I felt the burning sensation surge in my throat and I heard the hearts beating in the room around me. Feed.

Feed.

It was the only thing I could think about. I stood up with a whoosh. My fiery red eyes locked onto my prey. I inhaled an unnecessary breath and smelt the heavenly scent of honey, wildflower and the milk of human kindness emanating from the trembling Michel. I crouched into a pouncing position with my instincts and inner hunger overtaking all my rational thought.

"Jazzy, please, don't-ah!" Michel whispered before seizing from pain again.

I jumped pinning Michel to floor beneath me.

"NO!"

My head whipped towards the cry and I saw Timothy flinging himself towards me and my prey. However, the carriage driver stopped the weakened Tim and threw him into the mirror. I watched as blackened, dead souls devoured the angel. There was a burst of light from the mirror, and a golden shield engulfed the mirror sealing the black abyss forever. The debt of the angels had been paid with Tim's sacrifice.

"You idiot!" Aro boomed viciously at the carriage driver who lept in fright.

Michel was no longer weak beneath me. He was fighting me against my iron grip that I had on him. My fighting and predator instincts took over blurring every memory that I had with Michel and I…I…I—I bit him, but I stopped as soon as the poison had entered his system. To hear him scream in more pain than he had been before because of me was too overwhelming. I couldn't live myself. I stopped myself from finishing his delicious, sweet blood. Quickly, I turned to Aro defensively protecting Michel.

Aro was confused and a bit worried because I was a new vampire and I was a lot stronger than he was at the moment. There were only two of them against an invincibly strong newborn vampire.

"Join us, Jasper," Aro said hesitantly.

"Never."

"Very well," Aro said backing away from the menacing glare I gave the both of them, "You haven't seen the last of me, Jasper Hale."

They left leaving the mirror on the ground. They took Melinda with them and probably devoured her on their way back to Italy. I gingerly took Michel upstairs where I left him writhing on one of the sick beds for three days. On the third day I left to hunt because by then, I was extremely thirsty. Upon my return to the room I had left him in, he was gone…gone but he left a note on the bed with a bouquet of Forget-Me-Not flowers.

It read:

'To my dearest Jasper, from someone who truly loves you,

I have left. The pain is gone. Do not worry about me. I am fine. Do not search for me. Where I am going, you will never find me. Do not despair, I will come looking for you when the time is right. I promise. When that day comes, you will know that I am near because you have tasted my blood.

I do not blame you for anything that has happened to me; I blame myself for getting you involved in this. I am truly sorry that I could not spare you from a life in damnation, but now I will pay the price with the same life.

I love you. Always.

-Michel'

I never saw him again. I left the manor that day, and just ran. I ran, and ran until I stumbled across a diner in the Midwest and sensed the presence of someone else like myself inside. You all know the rest…

He did promise me he would come…

So he's finally here…

…why?

~_oOo_~

So what did you think? pretty cool huh?

I THINK SO!!! i am getting lots of ideas for the next chapter!

Edward: I get to have Jazzy?!??!!!

Jasper: o_0

Dauphine: We'll see, don't get too confident, kay Edward?

Edward: SCORE! ^^

Jasper: ...(huff)

Edward: Ah, come on jazz, you like it, you know it!!!

Jasper: ...(blushes; no comment)

Edward: (spanks Jasper's ass) that's what i thought! ^^

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