enjoy! and see, I wasn't kidding when I said I was evil. mwahahaahah. hopefully this appeases you all. and here we are! the finae of the jasper/angeline fight/breakup.
disclaimer: don't own nothin' from the original series.
EMMETT
Jasper held Angeline in his arms, careful to keep himself in line. It would have been so easy to lean in and kiss her, lean in and forget that technically, he no longer had the right to kiss her, to hold her, to have these thoughts about her. She stared at him, eyes as hard as her vampiric skin, and watched him, testing him to do something so that she could kick his ass.
"Did you ask me to dance simply to amuse yourself, or did you ask for a reason, Jasper?" He could hear the hesitation in her voice, the deep wishing mixed with anger.
"I apologize," He simply stated, wishing that those words could magically fix everything.
"For what?" She snapped, done with pretences and faux-friendliness.
"For everything. I am sorry for not believing that you'd stay with me. I'm sorry for not loving you as much as you deserve to be loved. I'm sorry for leaving you, I'm sorry for not believing in us, I'm sorry that I-" He rambled, seaching for the words to convay how sorry he truly was. He was never good with words, especially in do-or-die situations like this.
"Shh..." She cut him off, running a hand through his hair and pressing the back of her left hand on his cheek. Others at the wedding would have taken it as a sign of affection, but Jasper knew it was so he could feel the sharp edges of the ring he had given her - reassuring him that she had never really stopped being his.
"We are different.." He started, looking at her with an emotion she'd never seen before. All the stoic-ness had been wiped from his face, every emotion showing clean through. Angeline's eyes flashed and she looked ready to argue, but she knew better than to get into it with Jasper after she'd finally just got him back.
"Yes, we are." She agreed, and no more was said, her head leant against the bottom portion of his chest, and no more words were spoken. No more words needed to be spoken, because they both forgave eachother instantly, and silently.
It was then whispers caught her ears;
"Such a beautiful couple!" whispered Anna Higgs, an aging heiress to Klayton, her bored husband.
"They'll have the most beautiful children. Little blonde boys with curls and girls with sweet faces." Kate and Lucia, the Redford sisters praised.
"And just look at that ring!" said Patrick Bowes, his droopy eyes held a jealous touch.
"I know! But he is quite well off, so that explains it. Not like the Cullens have problems regarding money!" rationalized Leonard Leachy, the pastor from the church they gave donations to.
In that moment, Angeline wasn't sure if they were talking about Carlisle and Esme, or herself and Jasper; but she realized that she really couldn't have cared less.
"I love you,"Jasper whispered in her ear, his back arching to lean down so far.
"Always." She agreed, and tightened her hold on him.
"Have you picked out a dress yet, Angeline?" Rosalie enquired, sifting through the Vogue's in the corner store they were visiting, picking up the normalities of humans, makeup, toothpaste, papers, milk; things like that.
"Not yet," She returned dreamily, scanning the frilly dresses and silken fabrics displayed, reading over her sister's shoulder. Rosalie, as vain and shallow as she was, had become a close friend.
"Have you even looked? I dreamed of something like this when I-" She stopped in the middle of her sentence, flinging the magazine down with more force than necessary, and left, choosing to wait in the car while Angeline paid alone, people staring at the beautfiul woman, out, alone. Some of the men had eyes on her for a different reason. Even when she was human, men had stared. Men had been after Angeline since she hit puberty - a fact she was determined to ignore. She had Jasper now, why settle for anything less?
"So, Ms. Cullen, when's your sweetheart plannin' on makin' an honest woman out of you?" Andrew, a bugeyed but well-mannered man, asked from behind her. She turned, and naturally, looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled, and winked down at her.
"Ms. Cullen, if you were my woman, we'd be married with five kids by now. I'd of tied you down in case any better prospects than me came along. But lord knows that no one in this town is as handsome as Mr. Jasper." He said, waving his hands around while talking, something that reminded her oddly of herself. " 'Cept maybe Mr. Edward. My own wife Mayella has one heap of a crush on that man."
She smiled, amused at the humans babbling. "Indeed. They are both handsome men." However, Angeline never being one for propriety, she winked and said more qieuty "But neither as handsome as you, Mr. Fulmer." With a cheeky wink, she grabbed her parcels, and swept from the room, her pale curls bouncing behind her and every man in the general vicinities eyes on her back.
Jasper and Angeline lay in bed, her bed to be exact, and held eachother, the only sound was that of rustling sheets. Nobody else was home, Carlisle and Edward had taken Esme and Rosalie hunting in the mountains, before the cold set in the and animals hibernated. It was a lot more fun to have to catch them than get them while they slept.
Jasper reached up a rough finger, and ran it from her temple, ghosted it across her eyelid and down the bridge of her nose and traced the curve of her lips with the tip of his forefinger. Her eyes slid closed, and Jasper smiled.
"Are all vampires as beautiful as you?" he asked, playing with a small fray in the hem of her shirt under the covers.
She smiled, and rubbed her nose on his chilly cheek. "Sadly, no."
"Wrong spot." She directed, and a slight squeaking was heard, like furniture scraping hard on the floor.
"Back it up, now forwards, now back again. UH! Right there, no, wait, a little to the left." She said again, and more frantic scraping was heard.
"A little, no. Not there Jasper, over THERE." She said exasperatedly. Jasper growled, pushing the bed even more to the left, just left of the big window over looking the forrest. Angeline sat on the bed, cheerfully directing her fiance. They'd recently moved to Tenesse, to mountains, to be exact. There was a lot of game out here, there was an especially large grizzly population.
"Yes, your majesty," Jasper mutter sarcastically under his breath, thinking Angeline wouldn't hear.
She raised a translucent eyebrow. "What was they sweetie pie?"
"Nothing dear."
Rosalie and she walked along the path leading towards the middle of town. It was a warm, cloudy day without the slightest hint of wind. Rosalie smiled as men turned to watch the beatutfiul women walk by, soaking the attention up like a mop.
Apparently, being attacked hadn't lessened her desire to be desired.
As we strolled by the railroad tracks, one blonde in a custard yellow, lace collored dress. The other in a long, flowy skirted dress with dotted sleeves and brass buttons. Arm in arm; the walked with echoing steps of expenise, foreign heeled shoes. Men paid more attention to Rosalie, becuase as soon as they looked at Angeline, the giant ring on her finger flashed in whatever light that was provided.
Loud wolf whisltes ensued, and identical,teasing smirks appeared on both immortal women's faces. Men with dirty faces and sweaty bodies leered at them. One in particular eyed Rosalie, a tall, handsome curly haired man winked in her direction. Naturally, Rosalie acted as if he didn't exist and walked on by, towing the shorter woman with her.
"Men," She sighed, loud enough for the men behind her to hear.
They lay on the couch together, trying to ignore the hushed moans emitting from upstairs. As soon as a louder growl drifted down the stairs, Angeline and Jasper burst into snickers. Carlisle and Esme were the byproduct of the feelings Jasper was both recieving from Angeline and feeling for Angeline as she kept squirming and squirming "accidently" against him. Edward was in the next room, humming to himself while he stretched out across the piano bench, pointedly ignoring them and the steadily inreasing noise.
Thank god Rosalie was gone, she had the tendency to be a little ...shall we say ... rude? She had left on her first all-weekend hunting spree alone.
But back to Angeline and Jasper.
She scooted up his chest, grinning when she felt is body grow hard (literally) underneath her. Her mate hissed appreciatedly underneath her. "Your playing with fire, Angeline," he warned, "my self control has it's limits."
She grinned, and squirmed again, ignoring his warnings. "Playing with fire doesn't always mean you'll get burnt."
He grinned, scooting her up his chest and planting a kiss on her small, heart shaped lips. It was getting pretty heated when suddenly the door slammed open with such force that it flew off the hinges, soared past Edward and landed a few feet away from where Angeline and Jasper were sitting. They were so startled that in one swift movement, Jasper leapt off the couch, flipped Angeline behind her and crouched protecively in front of her with his upper lip curled back over glistening teeth. Edward snarled at her instinctively before jerking out of his crouch with a string of curse words.
When he saw who was standing there, his face exclaimed shock. Esme, who was suddenly standing with Angeline, gasped. Esme and Calrisle must have heard all the commotion and come to see what happened.
Rosalie stood in the doorway, covered in what smelt like a mix of animal and human blood. Angeline moved to stand in front of Jasper as he instinctively leaned towards her, and Edward quietly escorted Esme an Jasperfrom the room, just as Esme had done when they brought Rosalie home.
The reason they left was the fact that in Rosalie's arms, bleeding heavily, was a young, muslced man that would easily dwarf any of them, even Jasper; who was the tallest of the coven. His curly hair was matted into numerous knots, and he had dimples even as he was grimacing in pain. Rosalie's eyes were crazy, her mouth set and she looked at Carlisle with a look on her face Angeline had never seen before. All the smugness and superiority was gone, showing only concern and a pleading look.
"Please, Carlisle. Please. Please change, change him, change him for me." She begged, handing him to Carlisle and she was talking. He took her, glancing at Angeline, who nodded once.
The trio of blondes ghosted upstairs and laid him on the over stuffed sofa in Rosalie's room. His blood soaked the sofa, but Rosalie didn't seem to care. He grimaced and starte muttering before Carlisle bit him. "The angel, where'd the angel, angel, where, angel, bright, light, angel, god, god , god, save me, angel, where, god."
He was obviously muttering about Rosalie, who held his hand as he whimpered while Carlisle bit him cleanly and quickly. Holding my breath as a precaution; I moved to the other side of the man. He sure was big, muscular and large. He was roughly the size of a small barge.
"We need to get him some unspoiled clothes," Angeline suggested, looking at Carlisle. "Jasper's smaller than you, thinner ... not that you're large. Just broader shouldered." She said, when Carlisle narrowed his golden eyes.
"I doubt anything we have will fit him, but they'll have to do until we can get him some new clothing," Rosalie said, speaking up for the first time since we came up here. "Angeline ... is it him? I was so sure it was him."
I looked at the man, who's face matched the on in my mind.
"It's him," I assured her, smiling at the newest member of our family. Carlisle looked down at him with new eyes, smiling warmly.
Days later, after screaming and moaning and cringing and tears, the man was finally going into the last stages of his transformation. We were all gathered, Esme and I stood behind Jasper and Edward , who had taken protective stances. Carlisle pulled Rose back and crouched protectively in front of us as the brunette's heart accelerated and beat it's last beats. The man was still, and suddenly, there was silence throughout the house.
"What's wrong, why isn't he moving?" Rosalie fretted and recieved odd looks from the others. Edward had an amused look on his face.
"His name is Emmett. He's very amused at the fact that he doesn't need to move," he said, stepping aside so Rosalie could shift forwards to see him.
Suddenly, the man named Emmett was sitting up, burning crimson eyes stared at them. In ill-fitting cottom pants and a blanket wrapped around his naked torsoe, he stared at them.
Unsure of what to say he blurted out, "... PLEASE DON'T SEND ME TO HELL!"
thanks! sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm writing this on my iPod, so spell check isn't really an option.