Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Jasper POV
September 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
Had Alice lost her Goddamn mind? What was she thinkin'? She wouldn't bring her over here, could she? She wouldn't be so stupid. She couldn't be.
Yet, lo and behold, here she was, walkin' over, with the literal bane of my existence trailin' behind her.
Jesus, she looked beautiful from behind, but now, she was absolutely stunnin'. Her scent permeated the air, but I was prepared this time, so I held my breath, tryin' to seem as inconspicuously uncomfortable as possible - and failin'.
Every time she smiled, or laughed, even if it was only a small, and slightly forced, which I wasn't at all too happy about, I felt my stomach clench in response, and my skin felt as though it were bein' licked with whips of flames repeatedly.
Her eyes were a bright gray, but hooded, holdin' a deep-seated desire for somethin' that I couldn't name. Her emotions were nearly completely hidden from me, which made me uncomfortable to say the least, I could barely get an indication of what she was feelin' from her expressions - somethin' I wasn't at all used to.
Her skin was a fair olive tone, and indicated that she had somethin' else in her heritage; which we had all come to learn, while we listened in, acutely interested, was half African American, half Caucasian, on her father's side, and French, on her mother's.
She had a light sprinkling of freckles along her nose bridge and her cheekbones, so light, in fact, that I doubted she even knew that they were there. Her nose was softly curved, twitchin' every once an' a while, and I thought my stomach would fall to my toes.
Her lashes long, brushing her cheeks, endearingly and her smile was anxious but dazzling, her teeth straight and orderly, and her aura oozing an adorable nervousness, that made my heart clench in my chest, and I pressed my fingers over it, hoping to quell the ache there.
Peter glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and I felt Char's hand enclose around my own, in an attempt to calm me down, even though I didn't really need 'calming' in that way - I jus' wanted to leave.
Angrily, I shivered at the thought of being run out of my own family, my new life, by a mere human, but I knew that I needed to visit Irina; she always knew how to make me forget about my problems, if only for a few days.
Just as I was about to stand, and honestly, leave, she bit down on that Goddamn lip, and I felt my instincts ignite inside of my body, and Peter's hand had to squeeze on my thigh to stop me from torpedoin' across the table and gather her into my arms.
Char tightened her grip on my hand, and I glanced down at her, worry clear in her eyes, as well as a little bit of concern for the human, who's name I wasn't even sure of. I could feel Alice's interest pique, and I squared my shoulders, and stopped breathin' all together.
I couldn't each second in my head, along with the tick tock of the close on the far wall of the cafeteria, and as soon as the hand struck half past one, I stood, gatherin' my unused tray, and dumped it in the trash - Peter, Emmett, Rose and Char all followed behind me, as we walked to our AP History class.
I had to ignore their intrigued, confused stares, and instead I thought about the human, and what exactly kind of she-demon she was, and how I could get rid of her, or at least push her out of my mind, just so she could stop fuckin' with my head.
I didn't understand who she was, or what she meant to me, but I cant deal with this right now. I was perfectly fine bein' alone - I fucked who I wanted, I hunted when I wanted, I had the perfect life - why would I want to change it? I had nothin' against the matin' bond, but still, it's an uncomfortable situation that I would hope to never find myself in.
She's human, Jasper, she's nothin' to us, She cant be, the voice pricklin' in the back of my skull whispered.
That's right.
She's just a human.
A pretty fuckin' beautiful one at that, but a human nonetheless.
I. Need. To Get. Her. Out. Of. My. Fuckin'. Head.
She will do nothin' but fuck me up, and even if by the grace of God we were forced together, there is no way that she would actually stick around - why would she? I'm a fuck up, anyone can see that. Why would she waste her time with me?
I ran a hand through my hair, catchin' the even more concerned eyes of Char, and I felt my stomach clench at the possibility of worryin' my child, because in all senses of the word, she is my child, as was Pete. They were my family. My real family.
They were a part of me, and I wouldn't fuckin' let them down, I couldn't do that, not again. There's only so many times that a person can clean up your mess before they get tired of you, and I wouldn't be able to cope if they left because of my own fuck ups. I couldn't cope without them.
"Jazz.. Do you need to go somewhere? You're projectin' a little," Char's southern tinkle asked from my side, and I glanced up, noticin' that a few of the students had promptly begun cryin', and I looked at her, sheepishly, before mutterin', "I'm good, Char, don' worry 'bout me, sweetheart," and rubbed her shoulder, consolingly, even though it did nothing for her.
I could feel Emmett's impatience, as he wanted to talk about what was 'up' with me, and Rosalie's heavy indifference, although there was a sliver of concern for my wellbein' well hidden in the folds of her vanity. Peter simply regarded me, coolly, before noddin', once, and graspin' Char's hand in his own, effectively takin' her attentions off of me, and onto him, to which I was thankful.
We turned the corner, hopin' to just trudge through this fuckin' lesson without any more surprises, however, of course, as soon as I looked up, I was starin' into her molten mercury eyes, hidden behind endearingly oversized glasses perched on her nose, once a-fuckin'-gain, and I felt all those conflictin' emotions swell up inside of me again.
What the fuckin' hell was she doin' here? She's a junior, that means she doesn't take these classes.. Unless she's smart, and then, well, she just got nearly twenty times sexier in my opinion. Now that she was standin', I could get a full look at her, and Goddamn, her body was gorgeous.
She was wearin' a pair of leather-like leggings, clingin' to her every curve, the light swell of her hips, and the twist of her thighs, all the way to her sensually toned calves, and I was hit with the filthy thought of what it would feel like to have those wrapped around my waist. I tugged at my collar, nervously, and slid my eyes further up her body, noticin' how slim she was - her neck, her arms, even her fingers were thin, and long, makin' her look more elegant and refined.
Her hair, Jesus, her hair was so thick and curly, jus' like the girls back home in Texas, brushin' her ribs, which drew me to her midriff, which was clad with a oversized, thin white tee, in which shows off just how lean and slender she was. Lord, she was beautiful.
I felt my pants tighten, to the point that I was sure the blood in my cock had completely stopped flowin', and I growled, lowly, under my breath.
Mine, a voice that I hadn't heard in the nearly a hundred and ten years growled in the back of my mind, and, for the first time since I was reborn as a vampire, I felt fear trickle into my system.
Ours.. Mine.. Need.. Protect.. Mate.
Was it possible for a vampire to go into shock? Because I was pretty sure that is what was happenin' right now.
"Jazz.. You okay, man?," Emmett asked, worriedly, and as I turned to look at him, he gasped, sharply, at the fear etched onto my features. I whined, "Peter.. I gotta go," and without giving them any more information, I bolted down the length of the hallway, throwin' open the doors, and tearin' out of the parkin' lot on my bike, not sparin' a glance at anyone, or anythin', that I passed. If I had had a beatin' heart, it would have short circuited by now, and I would have been layin' dead, right now, on the asphalt beneath me.
-0-
Ten hours later..
"Say it," I growled, "Say my name," louder this time, and more aggressive, as I rolled Irina onto her back, thrusting into her, over and over again, hearing the sounds of our meshing bodies and slapping skin resound through the forests of Denali, Alaska.
She hummed, unable to speak, her eyes clenched closed, and her nails embedded in my shirt-clad shoulders, snarling under her breath, and whining, low in her throat, makin' noises that truly showed our true nature. She stammered, breathlessly, "J-Jasper," and clenched around my throbbing length, screaming, "OH GOOD GOD!"
The sensations of her climax that tore through her body ricocheted through the air, and I absorbed it, forcing myself to fall into the pleasurable abyss that was an orgasm, feeling my cum coat her insides, and her face nestle in my shoulder, as she, unnecessarily, of course, caught her breath.
She reclined her head back, and glanced at the tattered pieces of material that used to be her dress and rolled her eyes, genially, "Did you have to ruin the dress? It was one of my favourites."
I simply shrugged, and slipped out of her, not unkindly, and zipped up my pants, before grasping her hand in my own, and helping her up onto her feet, her blonde hair matted with dirt, and her bare skin glittering like diamonds under the light streamin' of sunlight through the clouds above us.
I had been here for nearly two weeks, hoping against hope that when I returned home I wouldn't have to see that wretched human again. See, even here she was able to ruin my life, even more so that she already had.
I had alienated myself from my family, refusin' their calls, texts and invitations home. Esme was, needless to say, heartbroken, but I just couldn't come home, not yet. I needed to work thin's out with the beast inside of me, who had yet to rear its ugly head again.
"See Jasper, we've go to stop doing this - you coming over, us fucking like its nothing, then going back to everything like nothing happened," she sighed, "I just want to know if you're going to be sticking around for a while, that's all."
I could tell that Irina wanted somethin' that I couldn't, wouldn't, give her, and I guess it made me feel bad, but still, I couldn't help how she felt. I knew it was so fuckin' shitty of me to use her like this, but I couldn't.. I guess I couldn't help it.
She was always there if I needed her, she offered a stability that no one else in my life could give me. She had been here ever since Alice and I joined the Cullens, and I knew that she immediately took a likin' to me, despite my scars frightenin' the livin' daylights out of her.
Shruggin' out of my jacket, I handed it to her, and she slipped into it, zippin' it up, and givin' me a sultry stare, as if seein' her in my clothes would rile somethin' inside of me. It didn't. And once again, I felt the guilt settle in my gut as the sadness blossomed in her golden eyes. I sighed, and asked, "You ready to go back to the house, sugar?"
She nodded, dejectedly, and we ran to her family's home; a three-storey, modern-lookin' home, and I was thankful to them for takin' me in, especially in the state I had arrived here in.
I had been in hysterics.
Carmen, the partial empath, had felt my anxiety at most half an hour before I had arrived, and they had set up the conservatory so that I could stay there comfortably. They, as a clan, were still atonin' for refusin' to help us with Victoria's newborn army nearly a decade ago - even though we had forgiven them long ago, as there was no love lost between us as extended family.
They are the only other 'vegetarian' vampires that we knew of, and our connection with them ran deeper than just external vampiric affection. They were the only other people of our kind that recognize the struggle we experienced every single day - they understood and still stuck with their diet, which made us, as a coven, respect them that much more.
Garrett, Kate's mate of the last five years, is new to the lifestyle, but from what I can see, he's stickin' to it, in respect for his mate and her family.
She strolled through the empty house, the rest of the family had left to hunt, and I retreated to the conservatory, checkin' my phone, and noticin' that I had missed nearly three hundred calls in the 14 days that I had been here, and I had chosen against pickin' up the phone to any of my family, after havin' had a particularly intense argument with Alice, which I was not proud of at all. I had said some things that I didn't need to, and I could hear her hurt through the phone, but I just couldn't go home.
Not right now. Not yet.