Alright, this is how it goes. Yeah, Bella's not a vampire, and all the rest are, like in Twilight, but it's going to have somewhat of a different story line. There will be more having to do with Jasper interacting with Bella. Also, I was only planning on making a one shot, but actually a lot of people asked me to continue, so what the heck, why not?
I stood at the end of the isle, my heart ready to jump right out of my chest. I left my arms at my sides, opening and closing my hands repetitively, as they became clammy, feeling the perspiration on my forehead collect. I wouldn't say this was cold feet, because I knew that the only thing I wanted out of this life as of the moment was to wed my dearest friend, and my perfect lover. But what if I could not hold up to the standards? What if she decided she could have had better, and with me, I was holding her back from her achievements? What if she decided she did not love me, and leave me broken hearted and shattered?
I decided if she did decide herself too good, I would only let her run, though still morn for her absents. I found myself falling deeper and deeper into love for this girl; woman as the days past. That faithful night that I proclaimed my love for her, I also decided to ask for her hand in marriage. She accepted quickly, and most excitedly, and we set the date only a month to the day after; on my dear Isabella's birthday.
She told me it was the best birthday present a woman could ever receive; me. We spent every waking moment in each other's presences. I was not able to leave her alone; she invaded my mind while I was conscious and my dreams while I was not. She was unforgettable. Her laugh was melodic, her eyes saw into the depth of any soul, and her body, though not so graceful, seemed to still float on air.
I devoted my complete self to her, feeling overwhelming pride as we would walk down the streets as I courted her. She would loop her arm through mine, leaving me to do nothing but hold my head up high with a smug smile. She was beautiful and addictive. She was like nothing else I could ever tell you I've encountered.
Out at public affairs she was proper, and quiet like an idolized wife, but in the confines of our own company she was bright and humorous. She was witty, and some what sarcastic; every characteristic was what made her beautifully unique to me, causing my heart to swell, and my smile to widen. She walked with confidence, and pride, but with kindness and gentleness. She was something that was new and different, but yet so familiar and so comfortable.
As my mind became entranced with her perfection, a small smug smile over came my face, right before the wedding march started to play over the organ. I saw her turn down the isle, one high heeled foot stepping on the red rug that was rolled out for her to walk down. Her arm was laced through her father's; James (haha) Swan's arm. His face was mixed with somewhat pride, and disgust at the same time.
Her father never very much enjoyed me for my rebellious streak while away for boarding school. Also because he believed his precious Isabella could find someone of greater fortune, and better name, but he couldn't deny the fact that we were both shamelessly in love with one another. He tried to persuade me to call off the wedding for a large sum of money, but as cliché and idiotic as it is, only an insane man in love could deny and say, "Your daughter's heart is worth more to me then all the stars in the sky, and any amount of grains of sand on all of the beaches in the world."
No one every really considered me very much of a sane man.
Her face was covered with a thick lace veil that was connected to a white laurel. There were crème pearl flowers stretching across her forehead and placed in various parts on the lace. I saw her body shake slightly as she turned to the isle. Was she regretting it? Her dress was a crème, with lace sleeves that fell off of her shoulders leaving her shoulders and most of her arms bare. The dress cut to a deep V above her bust, revealing her cleavage. A thick silk yellow ribbon tied right under her breasts, and her skirts hung limply around her legs, showing her figure off, making me even more proud. A gorgeous elaborate pearl necklace hung around her neck, and a large topaz stone hung from the end, matching the deep yellow ribbon. The train of her dress followed far behind her, along with the veil that reached past her feet. She had long gloves that made it just past her elbows that were the same magnificent color as her dress.
I felt my breath catch in my throat. Never have I ever seen a beauty so. It was difficult to describe, as a beauty so immaculate was beyond any amount of words in any of the many languages of our world. She walked timidly, her body shaking yet again, and the same question ran through my head the second time; Was she regretting this? I pushed the thought out of my head as she neared even more. Her hands twitched, making the yellow lilies in her hands to twitch along, making even more so noticeable. I passed my weight between feet as I became nervous pondering the thoughts that could be going through my angel's mind.
I watched the backs of everyone else's heads as they faced her. I couldn't look at her any longer, though I wished to dearly. I couldn't watch her fidgeting body and think any good thoughts for her. My heart ran right out of my chest as it felt like my stomach was about to turn. My forehead produced more sweat as my hands began to shake worse then ever before.
What would I do when the loveliest bride would run from me? It would be an embarrassment, but my mind wasn't half on that as I readied my own reaction. I knew what I would do; I would cry before all that I and my dear Bella loved. And then a sudden thought came to me; The girl came crying to you in the night, what makes you think she will run away now? I felt my confidence rise. She wants you, and no one else. Think like you should be; that you're the luckiest bastard in the world. I felt my shoulders broaden out from their once before slumped position. I took a deep breath to calm myself, and folded my hands in prideful justice before me.
I smiled as she approached closer, all negative thoughts scurrying from my mind. My smile was gentle and inviting. I was about to marry a woman and be with her for the rest of my life; unlike most of my old friends that were already married, I did not feel one bit of worry, regret, or fear. I only felt an overwhelming warmness swell throughout my stomach, stretching throughout my whole body because I knew with every part of my being that this is where I wanted to be; where I knew I was supposed to be until we were mortally separated forever.
James let go of her arm, giving me one last look filled with venom before turning to her. He cupped her face gently and looked through her veil with a look of pride and morn. He leaned close lifting her veil that conserved her face just enough to place a soft kiss on her cheek. She turned to me, holding her bouquet close to her chest, still shaking slightly. I gave her a soft look of promise, before we both turned to the priest, readying ourselves for a life commitment.
We stood there faithfully as he talked slowly, reading from the bible that was splayed on a small wooden alter in front of him. His hands were outstretched, facing the sky as he addressed us, along with the Lord. I stared towards my bride through the corner of my eye each second that I waited for our words that would bind us together until death would rip us apart.
We recited our vows and said the traditional "I Dos" while my heart beat picked up pace. Finally when it came time, I turned hesitantly towards her, the old doubts entering my mind yet again about her thoughts. I timidly took hold of the corners of her veil, peering into her hidden face, frightened of what I might find behind it. I pulled it up slowly, to reveal a worried face with saddened eyes, and instantly I thought my worries became reality instead of just a play of the mind.
I leaned close to her ear, whispering gently, "You have proven my worries right, my lady, and if you would like to run, just hurry before I shall kiss you, binding our lives together," I leaned back, a look of pain crossing my features.
"Oh Jasper, I knew it," she whispered, looking down, her eyes began to shine with threatening tears.
"What would you mean, my dear?" I asked with confusion coloring my tone.
"I knew you would soon realize you're love for me was only false, and you would regret ever asking me to be your wife," she looked up at me half frantic.
And suddenly her fidgeting and shaking became somewhat clear to me as I chuckled softly, "Oh my love, you are sorely mistaken," the memory of the night that I first claimed undying love for her flashed in my mind, "I was doubting your commitment to me, nothing of the same for me. For I know Isabella Swan," I paused for a short second and quickly added in, "Isabella Whitlock, that you are the woman I will spend the rest of my living life with, along with the time that I am deceased and but a soul. I will always be forever bound to you," I cupped her cheek softly, my face only revealing pure adoration for her.
"The-then why were you fidgeting so?" she looked down, pushing her face more into my hand.
"Only because I believed you were contemplating running," I chuckled at the absurd thought.
Suddenly I heard the priest's expectant forced cough. I glanced up at him quickly with a sorrowful expression. But as I looked back down at the new Mrs. Whitlock, my expression softened. I leaned closely, as she met me half way. I kissed her tenderly, and lingered longer then expected. This was exactly where I wanted to be.
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(this is where it starts to get a bit graphic, but not a lot, it just seems like an important part to me.)
It was our honeymoon night, the night that I was expected to steal away Isabella's maidenhead.
I hovered above her as I looked into her face. Lust combined with fear colored her features, and I instantly became hesitant. "Sweet, is this what you really wish to do?"
"It is, my love, it is just more frightening then anything, for I know of the stories women tell of the first time. I wish to give my whole self to you, heart body and soul. I have given you two out of the three, and it is time to deliver the last."
"I will not expect it from you if you do not wish to present it," I warned.
"I am though, dear Jasper, I am," she closed her eyes softly. She laced her arms around my naked torso, placing her hands on my shoulder blades. She pulled me in close towards her, allowing our bare chests to touch. Each hand of mine on either side of her held me above her, as I hesitantly brushed her hair from her face.
I leaned down as her invitation pushed me forward, kissing the hollow under her ear. I kissed down her jaw to the hollow beneath her neck. I wanted to make this especial for her. I didn't want to just have sex like I did with any other woman before her; for the first time I wanted to make love.
I caressed her stomach and her hips softly, as my lips found hers. I pulled gently at her bottom lip, going slow as not to make her feel rushed. I wanted it to be conceived as amorous. I wanted her to know exactly how I felt. She responded by snaking her left leg around my waist, her body naturally knowing what direction to take. She lifted her other knee allowing me better access. I let her lips escape as I breathed out hard. I gave her a questioning look. She closed her eyes once again, and gave me a subtle nod. She breathed slowly, her lips gently parted.
I positioned myself at her entrance, and pushed in suddenly. I heard her sudden intake of air as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her nails ripped through my skin on my back, but I paid to attention to it, as I didn't want to cause her much more pain then what was necessary.
I kept at a slow pace not wanting to go any faster, detecting her uncomfortable position. "I will stop if you need me to," I said lowly, leaning my head on her shoulder.
"No," I heard her breath, pulling me closer, as encouragement.
I watched her face, and as I saw it loose the expression of pain, and gain a mask of desire and lust I started to move at a faster timing. Her deep breathing went from an uncomfortable stutter, switching to a heavy pleasurable sound. The noises that she emitted only pushed me to try and please her more. Her hips started to rock in time with mine, meeting my thrusts.
After we were finished I rolled over onto my back, my breathing coming in hard as my whole body was covering in a sheen of sweat. I looked over to her, her arms spread out and her hair a tangled mess; a dark hallow. I softly chuckled and smoothed the hair that was sticking to her forehead do to sweat, away. She looked over to me, a soft smile to match my own.
"My dear boy," she repeated the name she used for me through out our lives together, "you have made me a very happy woman," she laughed as she played with a lock of my own hair.
"And you have made me a very happy husband," I chuckled, leaning in kissing her softly on the cheek.
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I sat in second period, English 4, hardly paying attention, knowing I've learned it all before. I sat with my chin in my hand, only thinking over what Alice had told me. I didn't let anything to intimate or private to cross my mind as I knew somehow someway Edward would catch onto my familiar thoughts, and get just a glimpse of my life with Isabella.
I let random enjoyable memories of childhood with her play behind my eyelids as I feigned sleep. Edward wouldn't know who it was, wouldn't even try to take a guess, assuming that it was nothing of importance. Which you could say it wasn't beings as it was almost two centuries ago, though I couldn't help but care about it.
Because of being a vampire, memories faltered and faded, but these were the ones I intentionally tried my best to hold onto; the ones with Isabella. Though they weren't so vivid, and they seemed to be missing a significant amount to them, I still enjoyed every minute of them. But the parts that seemed to have slipped my mind, I made parts up, parts that I knew would please me, though still disappointed me in a way, knowing that I would never get the forgotten parts back.
I did have a journal that I kept after my newborn years. I kept all the valuable memories in it from my human life; times with my mother, times with my grandparents, and times with Isabella. I decided to take up the writing after my maker told me that memories fade; told me it was the best thing, that it would only pain me if I kept those memories when I mentioned that I didn't want to loose anything that I obtained from my former life.
The bell rand suddenly while I was still reviling in the past. My eyes shot open as I heard everyone else gathering their things. I sighed and along with the rest of them, I picked my books up. I made my way to the door, hanging back from everyone else, trying not to get to close knowing that my self control wasn't the best, leaving me in fear of getting too good of a smell of their skin; their sent; their hair; their blood. I shuttered as I wondered what Isabella would think of what I had become after her death.
I turned into the rainy abyss that was Forks, not taking my eyes off of my shoes. I walked quickly, but still not too quick to get noticed. I tried to hold my breath, to fend off any unwanted, but desirable smells. But as it became a bit uncomfortable, I took a small inhale. But that's when I smelt it.
It was strangely familiar, though I knew I never had a whiff of it during my vampire years. I looked up suddenly, unnaturally curious. And I saw her. She resembled my dear Isabella remarkably, but there were still obvious differences.
The same wide eyes and heart shaped face; the same clumsy walk and the same lanky yet beautiful figure. But yet she was so different in so many ways, that I couldn't even point them out.
Not until later would I find out that she was indeed connected to my love in one specific way.
I know, it wasn't the best, but I do hope you all enjoyed it. Please review and give me your comments. I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you!!
Oh, and someone said something about "reincarnation". No. I already did a story about Bella being a reincarnation of someone else (I won't give it away in case you decide to read it, Playing With Food). I won't give away how she is connected, but she is NOT a reincarnation. Alright, thank you!! haha.