Falling Into The Darkness

Chapter 4: Angel Wings

Previously

I looked down to her neck again and there they where, crescent shaped scars that matched mine and lots of them. They were over lapping each other. I grabbed her jaw and turned her head the other way, there they where again. They went all the way around her neck like a choker. Before I could stop myself I reached out and ran my fingers over them, she went rigid when she felt my hand on her skin. They were cold and hard just like my skin. I was seething with rage at whom ever had done this and why would she just let them do it like she was going to let me do to her?

"What are you like some blood whore now?" I asked with disgusted in my voice. I would regret saying it letter but being angry and thirsty was not a good combination. Her hand flew up and it took me a few seconds to figure out that she had just slapped me. Pain crossed her face, both physical and emotional but it disappeared within a second.

Jaspers' POV

"Fuck you jasper." She hissed at me. I looked deep into my eyes, I could see the rage flame in her eyes and for the first time since she's been here I could feel it too. "You have no clue what you are talking about. You have it so easy, you have a whole family. I have no one. I didn't have a choice to up and leave like you had." She screamed then closed her eyes and turned her head like she had said too much.

"You don't know what you're talking about. A lot had changed since we left Isabella." I whispered darkly into her ear causing her to shiver 'stupid humans' we have been in the cold shower a while, even though I really wanted to finish this conversation, she was human the cold water was bad enough and my body heat didn't help any.

"Finish your shower. I'll get you some cloths." I said and swiftly left the shower and running to my bedroom. I stripped my jeans off through new ones on and sat on the edge of my bed with my hands clenched into fists.

Tonight is a long ass night, I thought to myself. It was about midnight now and for a vampire I was extremely tired and had I headache. Peter's words kept ringing in my head over and over 'Don't screw this up and don't screw her up.' What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I meant this girl took my wife away from me, my home and my family and he wanted me to take her in like she never ruined my life?

I jumped off the bed and threw some books that where on my side table across the room and growled out in rage. I ran my fingers through my hair to calm myself but it didn't really work. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I feel so torn between hating and caring for this girl? Why couldn't I just kill her like I had originally planned?

I could hear the water turn off in the room across the hall and I knew she would be looking for some cloths since the only thing she had was now soaking wet. I took three calming breaths and ran up the stairs to Char and Peters' room. I was about to knock on the door when it opened, Charlotte was standing there with a pile of clothing in her arms.

She gave me a knowing look but she didn't know. She had no fucking clue. She reached her arms out and handed me the cloths. I nodded my head in thanks and walked at human pace back to Bella's room. I didn't knock, just slipped in thinking she was still in the bathroom but I was wrong. She was wrapped up in a little white towel looking out the window at the starry sky. She shifted her weight to the opposite foot that was holding her weight now positioned so she was standing in the glow of the little lamp on her side table.

The towel was gathered in the front so there was some slack in the back. I could see the creamy soft skin of her back. I could see some bites on both of her shoulders, not as many as her neck but, still too many. Then she turned her body a little more towards the light and something caught my eye. There where lines on her back but I could only see a little bit of them, they looked like scars but they were shaped like something.

Like earlier, I couldn't control my body and crossed the room in less than a second and stood right behind her. I let my hand travel from one of her shoulders across to the other feeling the scars. Bella tensed, hissed and pulled the towel up so the scars were hidden from my sight.

"Don't you people ever knock?" She spat with venom lacing her voice.

"What were they Bella?" I asked with a strained voice trying not to yell at her.

"Reminders of a past life." She whispered and left no room for more on the topic but I wasn't done with it yet.

"Where did you get them?" I asked with a little accusation in my voice and she caught it.

"Yes jasper, I sat at home and carved wings into my own fucking back." She hissed.

"That's not what I meant. Wait wings?" I asked.

"Show me" I said in a tone that said 'show me or I'll make you.' She complied and dropped the back of the towel to the swell of her ass. There they where again. Each feather carved carefully and if you stepped back and looked at her whole back at once, all the feathers would come together into beautiful angel wings. I ran my fingers from the top of her back down to the tips of the wings.

"Who?" I asked softly.

"Victoria." She whispered.