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 Louisianna, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Jasper POV
October 2020
Denali, Alaska
I lasted nearly a month with the Denali's before they came to get me. We had all been seated in our respective rooms when a light, far too familiar knocking sounded on the front door, and without even seeing the person, I knew exactly who it was. That Goddamn persistent pixie just couldn't leave it well enough alone, now could she? I heard Carmen let her in, as they exchanged pleasantries, and after hissing in annoyance, I rolled my eyes, and shrugged on my jacket, already knowing where this 'conversation' was going to go. Alice was led into the conservatory, by Eleazar, who left us alone, with a pretty smug smirk on his face.
Asshole.
"Get your shit, Jasper," she said, seriously, "We're going home."
Almost begrudgingly, I muttered, "Ali, don't. I'm fine here, I'm not comin' back, not yet. I jus' can-"
"If you say you cant, I swear to God Jazz, I'm going to punch you in the face," she said, her petite body tense and clearly angry.
Her fury was palpable, and electrified the air between us, making it sizzle and crack, silently. She pouted, adorably, I must say, her golden eyes hurt, and her aura telling me that I was treading on thin ice.
Although I didn't appreciate her ordering me around, I knew she had a point. I had been gone for a month, I knew I needed to come home. The Denali clan repeatedly urged me to return home, but I just couldn't deal with the guilt and the shame. I had been hoping that, maybe, they'd forget about me, and just move on, although that's fucking impossible, because there are annoying little shits like Char, Pete and this magic-8-ball pixie right here who cant leave me the fuck alone.
I had grown more and more incensed as my thoughts tunnelled on, and before I knew it, I had stood, looming over the much shorter, more delicate Alice, and growled, lowly, "Listen, Alice," I knew my eyes had darkened as they blazed with nothing but fury and rising anger. "I will not repeat myself when I say that I will come home when I am ready. I do not need a babysitter, nor do I wish for one. Now, do me a favour, and go," I grumbled, although it was as clear as day to our ears, "Before I do somethin' I wont be proud of tomorrow."
She winced, fractionally, before steeling against my intimidating aura. I knew she was afraid - there was no one here to protect her if my control snapped.
Hell, I wouldn't be able to stop if I tried, but I didn't want to hurt her. She isn't an enemy - she's Alice, my oldest friend and confidante, if you discount Pete and Char. Its not as though the Major would be able to differentiate - he saw everyone as a potential threat. She turned away from me, and the regret seeped into my bloodstream almost immediately.
Before she was completely out of the room, however, she glanced back, and mumbled, not unkindly, "Peter and Charlotte are worried about you.. Heck, Esme's nearly crying every day because you're gone. Plus.. The girl you're here running away from, she's moving on. I hear she's with someone anyway, so there's no reason for you to pussyfoot your way out anymore."
At her words, a sharp, crackling sensation bled through me, and I found that it settled directly above my heart, infecting everything it touched in my chest, making it heavy and uncomfortable. It hurt - that was the only way to describe it. Ever since I left Wisconsin, there had been a dull ache sitting in my chest, but at her words, something inside of it came to life, and now it weaved through every capillary in my body. I could explain the throbbing in my gums, as my canines begged to be released, but what I couldn't explain was the aching just above my still heart.
Wincing, slightly, I growled, grinding my teeth together in annoyance, "What did you say?"
She blinked, not understanding me, her emotions ranging from a pale blue that showed her quiet curiosity to a blazing orange, which showcased her out-right confusion, and asked, quietly, "Excuse me?"
She took this as permission to walk back into the conservatory, and she sat on the small chair that had been tucked under the desk in the far corner of the room. I answered, "The girl.. What did you mean she's with someone?"
"Daniel Regan.. Senior at Madison High, you remember him?"
The face of the football captain popped into my head, and I bared my teeth, almost instinctually, before composing myself, however it was far too late. Alice had seen it. She smirked, knowingly, then pushed, crossing her legs, and a mischievous air swarming around her, "Yep, they look pretty cosy, if you ask me."
Unwittingly, I began growling louder, and before I realised what I was doing, I began pacing the length of the conservatory, my eyes bleeding black, and my canines moulding as they would if I were just about to feed. She remarked, "You're jealous, huh?"
I rolled my eyes, and stared in the other direction before bitterly muttering, "Jealous of what? What do I have to be jealous about?," and shoved my hands in my jacket pockets. Alice smirked, her aura becoming steadily more pinkish, showing her playful side, and she remarked, "Well you sound mighty jealous to me, Jazz. You've been gone a month - what did you think she was gonna do? Wait? You didn't even talk to her, you didn't give her a chance. She's a really nice girl - funny, smart, honest - she's better than most humans we meet. Plus, she's like Bella, or at least we think she might be. Edward couldn't read her mind, so he thinks she might have a natural mental shield of some rendition. She's pretty too, don't you think?," she added on, lightheartedly, although my mouth dried up at the image of those pretty grey eyes blinking up at me.
The faint sound of her voice whispered through the air, and my words caught in my throat. I couldn't get the thought of her being held by someone else, kissing someone else, touching anyone else. My stomach burnt with an feral desire to just destroy, something I hadn't felt in a very long time, and I almost, almost, gave in.
Alice continued, without really comprehending what was going on around her, like a deer walking straight out into traffic, "Pete and Char have been getting to know her, too," and at my confused stare, she exclaimed, "I know! Every time we ask, he just taps his temple and says, 'I jus' know shit', and carries on his merry way."
Quirking an eyebrow, I asked, "You talk different, Ali, what's goin' on?," as I noticed the change in her tone and inflections.
If she had been human, she would have blushed brighter than a bitch, and I smirked. She replied, "It's Clyde, he's like you. From the South, Baron Rouge, you know it?"
"Yeah, centre of Louisiana," I commented, the burning rage still not dissipated completely.
"Mhmm, I've been spending a lot of time with him, so yeah, I guess I do talk a little different," and she grinned, widely, her elfin dimples deepening.
Wait, what?
I took the seat next to her, and grasped her shoulders, seriously, and asked, playfully, "What do you mean, 'time' wit' him? Do I gotta be worried, Ali?"
She rolled her eyes, and answered, shyly, "N-No, I mean, I suppose I should tell you, shouldn't I? I would have told you before, but you're a hard man to get in contact with, Jazz. He's," she inhaled, deeply, "He's my.. Special one. My mate, I guess, and we've been getting to know each other recently."
Without realising it, my smile had widened, and I hugged her, closely, catching the faint scent of, indeed, Clyde, who I had spent not three minutes with all those weeks ago back in school. I didnt usually touch, but.. This seemed to warrant it. Even though she was in love with another, she was an amazing person, and she deserved someone as such. I jus' hoped this cat was worth the trouble, otherwise I would have to kick his ass six-ways to Sunday. Nobody fucked with my Ali-Cat and got away wit' it, but me.
She pulled back, mirth and happiness in her eyes, and I couldn't help but feed off of her emotions - they were just so strong! She felt a-Goddamn-lot for a little gal. She asked, "He doesn't know about us, though. He has his suspicions, but.. I just cant think about what he would do if he knew everything about me. I'd feel so.."
Knowing the feeling, I prompted, softly, "Vulnerable?"
She nodded, not quite able to speak, before blinking away the venom-tears that collected in her eyes. She sighed, "Yeah, I just cant stop thinking about him. It's driving me crazy," she ran a hand through her perfectly placed hair, the stress clear in her expression, and her emotions contaminated my own. I asked, "Why don't you jus' tell him, Ali? I mean, damn, you lookin' mighty upset by this, an' I don' like it. If he don't accept you, then he ain't the one, I suppose."
She curled up to my side, clearly upset at her circumstance, and I tried to send her a small dosage of calm, and she sighed out, quietly, "Thank you," to which I simply nodded and smiled.
-0-
Apparently I hadn't gotten the memo, but Mary Alice Brandon-Cullen always seems to get her way with things, and she wanted me to come home - so, following the predetermined trend, I eventually, begrudgingly followed her.
After gathering my belongings, thanking the Denali's and sliding into her Porsche, I was met with a palpable silence that turned my unused stomach. As soon as I sat into the vehicle, I could smell the residual scent of the blight of my existence, and I glowered at Alice, who simply shrugged and apologised, "She caught a ride with me a few days ago, I guess I hadn't realised her scent was still around," and rolled down the window, hoping the enticing aroma would waste away, quickly.
What I kept to myself, however, was the underlying urge to lavish in the scent - roll around in it until it went away by itself. It was a heady mix of leather, honey, pine and lavender - the perfect blend of good, and sinfully bad. It was delicious. I felt my cock twitch in my pants, and I grimaced at the sensation, knowing that there should be no reason why this should happen. She wasn't anything to me. She was a human. I was the hunter, she is my natural prey. She was not worth the trouble, or the hassle of my aching soul.
But why couldn't I forget her? Goddamn it, why couldn't I forget her? Jesus Christ, she was making me sick, to the very core of my being. Her scent stalked me, every-fuckin'-where I went, and it was driving me crazy. I groaned, lowly, and Alice, overhearing this, asked, "What is wrong with you, Jazz?"
"Nothing," I replied, seriously, and she rolled her eyes, her short hair flittering around her face, and looked at me, with an air of poignant annoyance about her, a sliver of quiet curiosity in her eyes, and impatience, that I didn't understand. She asked, "She's not haunting you, Jazz. Camilla's human - she's not doing anything to hurt you."
"I don't care if she's human, Alice. She's fuckin' wit' my head, and it's drivin' me nuts!," I exclaimed, harshly.
Once again, she rolled her eyes towards the car ceiling, and muttered, "Yeah.. Sure."
There was something that she wasn't telling me, and I didn't like it. I didn't like not knowin' shit, and it bugged me, especially when Peter did it, and he was my closest and oldest friend. The thing about being associate with psychics are that they are incredibly cryptic and fuckin' infuriating.
Their power may not be their fault, but still, they were incredibly intrusive, by default. I had no doubt that she knew somethin' - maybe even somethin' to do with this Camilla character and I, but I wouldn't get shit from her. I knew Alice well enough to know that when she wanted to keep somethin' hush-hush, she did so without flinching.
She sighed, noticing my stony stare out of her peripherals, and stated, "Just ride it out, Jazz, you'll be surprised at what you find."
I barked, somewhat half-heartedly, "Listen, short-stuff, you might know what's goin' on in my future, and that's fine - I know you ain't gon' tell me nothin', but don't rub it in, okay, sweet thang. You'll drive me nuts."
She shrugged, noncommittally, and answered, "It's gonna be fine, Jazz, you'll see."
I muttered, sardonically, "I'm sure."
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