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
November 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
The conversation started off so fucking well. We were cuddling, kissing and feeling on one another, like two mates would. I couldn't be honest with her about my family, and what we are, but I gave her enough half-truths for it to seem honest enough. It stung like a bitch to do so, but I did. I had to - to protect my family. I couldn't wait for the day where I could just be honest with her, about my past, my affliction, my family. The one thing that I was 100% truthful about was my relationship with Irina - I would have dropped her like a sack of hefty potatoes if she asked me to, but she didn't.
I could clearly see that it was killing her on the inside to speak those words, but she wasn't lying to me. She would accept Irina being around, because she wanted to be with me, baggage included. Oh, if only she knew jus' how much baggage that came with. She would be running for the nearest set of hills, I could imagine it now, and the thought burnt me to my core.
Then we got into her old relationships, and I swear I thought I would pop an imaginary blood-cell from the amount of exertion I was putting in to not find this fucker, and peel his worthless skin from his douche-bag body, layer by layer, and listen to his screams of unadulterated pain. I forced my murderous, maniacal rage to the back of my mind, if only for now, because it would do me no good to get all vampire-looking and crazy in front of her right now, so I jus' held her as she talked.
I didn't doubt for a moment that she was being honest - I could hear the minor changes in her inflection as she brushed over an especially traumatic time, more specifically the physical and verbal abuse. Her hands were shaking, and I could hear it in her voice - she wanted to cry, but she was strong. She pushed ahead, and continued on. Even though I suspected that this was where the conversation was headed - I knew first hand that abusers didn't get softer or less violent in their abuse, but only more vicious and malicious - as soon as she mentioned rape, I almost lost my goddamn mind, right then and there. The cages surrounding my God of War complex rattled and shook wit' the knowledge that not only has someone touched what was mine, but they violated her as well.
If I could vomit, right here is where I would be puking, because that, to me, was disgusting in general. But knowing how deeply this hurt her, I wanted to kill him.
More than Danny.
More than James.
More than Aro.
More than Maria, I wanted him dead. This human was going to die by my hand, and that was the end of it. I would scour to the ends of the Earth to terminate this scumbag's life. I wanted to change him, to force him to experience the acid in his veins, the venom burning away his very self, then, when he opened his eyes for the first time, I would string him up by his toes and cut him down the middle. I would break every bone in his body - things that he didn't even know could hurt, would hurt, because of me. I would cut his intestines from his body, lather them in my own venom and watch them sizzle into nothing. I would break his very spirit, and then, when he was nothing more than a wailing sack of nothing, dead behind the eyes and having experienced nothing but agony in this new life, only then would I grant him relief. It wouldn't be quick, or easy, but he would thank me. I would burn him, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.
Only then would I feel satisfaction. I would gladly delve into my older, more effective methods of causing pain. I hadn't even realised it, but an oddly familiar, sadistic smile had risen to my face, and once I had, I felt venom rise in my throat in revulsion. I couldn't do this around her. I couldn't lose control of that part of myself when she was any where near me. I didn't know how to.. Restrain myself in that mindset, and I would gladly end my life, right then and there, if anything were to happen to the girl lightly slumbering in my arms. My girl.
She was so tired that she couldn't even stand, and she eventually fell asleep, her soft breathing brushing against my neck, and once I realised it had gotten a little later than, maybe, three in the morning, I lifted her light frame in my arms, tucking her head into the crook of my shoulders, and used my vampiric speed to rush her to my car, without even so much as making her shuffle in her sleep.
Slipping her into the passenger seat, I tied her in with the seat belt, and I slid into the driver's side, and promptly switched on the vehicle. I had to get her home, quickly, because my wavering control wouldn't last much longer. After breaking at least seven driving laws, I got her home - Clyde standing outside of her house, a promise of murder shining in his eyes. I respected that, I really did, but it really wasn't the time, and I wasn't the one to fuck with. Not now, not while I was like this.
"Where," he began, angrily, his eyes shifting from me to his sleeping sibling. "Did you take my sister?"
Walking over to her side, I slid her out of the car, in my arms, and sauntered to the front door, barely giving him the time of day, and drawled, "Mind openin' the door? I can't."
He growled, as best a human could, and threw open the door, annoyance blatant in his actions. Out of respect for the sleeping girl in my hold, I didn't back-hand the living shit out of him for him obvious insolence, an' simply walked her in, and asked, tightly, "Where's her room?"
I knew where it was, of course - I couldn't help but watching over her from outside of her window a few times over the last two months. I didn't mean to, honestly, I jus' found myself outside, sitting in a tree, jus' watching her sleep. It was weird as Hell, I knew it, but I couldn't stop myself. The sound of her heart slowly beating in her chest was the only rhythm that I needed to hear. She'd probably lose her shit if she knew about it, but.. It calmed me down more than anything else could. She liked to smile - even in her sleep. She always had the prettiest smile. I always left before she woke up, and my family was none the wiser. Well.. I guess Peter assumed I was with her, but I didn't really know, nor did I care to find out. It was my private enjoyment, and I didn't want anyone to encroach on that. 'Specially not an annoyingly intrigued Alice.
"No way, dude," he exclaimed, irritatingly. He shoved my shoulder with his and growled, "Gimme her, I'll take her up - you can go home."
It wasn't a question, but more of an order that made my muscles coil. I suddenly wanted to break this kid in half. And it was then that I knew it wasn't 'me' who was taking control of my body. I wouldn't think this - I liked Clyde. No. I didn't like him. He was decent, and he took care of Camilla. I couldn't dislike anyone who worried for her. And Ali would be so upset wit' me if anything happened to this kid by my hand, so I did the best thing for everyone in that situation. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, handed her over, and left.
As I drove, I felt myself detach from my body, like my mind turned to goo in my head and I was working on auto-pilot. I dropped off Edward's Volvo off outside the house, leaving the keys in the ignition, and quickly left before anyone could ask me any questions. I felt Peter's energy as he poked his head out of the window, but as he saw me, I felt the tell-tale spikes of apprehension and worry. He wasn't afraid of me, not like he probably should be, but he was concerned for the humans that might cross my path.
To be perfectly honest, I didn't know what I would do if I was approached by anyone.
By the time it was six in the morning, I was half-way to my safe house in Houston, Texas, having done nothing' but run there. I couldn't use public transport - I would kill again. My body was too high-strung, everything too heightened and sensitive. I had already stopped to hunt four times on my journey, and I was driving myself insane. I was going to the only place where anything made sense, especially when things got a little too intense, an' the only people who knew about it were Pete and Char. If they needed to find me, they would know where I was. I would be able to hunt freely there, an' calm down at the same time.
If Peter 'knew' about Cammy's past, and I was more or less certain he did, I understood why he kept it from me. If anyone but her had told me, I would have torn their tongues out for the sheer blasphemy of their statement.
The very thought that someone could even.. That they could hurt someone so pure.. So innocent.. So kind. It both baffled and disgusted me to the point of almost nausea. Just as soon as my vision started to tinge the telltale God-of-War red, I felt my phone vibrate in my right pocket, and I roared, loudly, frightening the neighbouring animals into scurrying away.
"What do you want, you fucker?," I growled down the receiver, reclining in a rather large, sturdy tree, using my other hand to pick at the already scarce leaves that were guaranteed to decay within the next few weeks. Peter's voice was strained, more so than I could remember ever hearing it, as he replied, "Major.. Is that you?"
Inhaling deeply, I rumbled, "Yeah, Pete.. It's me."
He sighed in relief, "8-Ball said she saw you change, an' that it wasn't pretty."
Grimacing deeply, I answered, stoically, "I ain't gon' bullshit you, Pete.. I'm strugglin'."
He sighed, even heavier, it seemed, and asked, "What's brought it on?"
Now that I knew the lies that he had been keeping' from me, I could basically smell the lies he was trying' ta feed me, and I almost, almost, smiled at the depth of love that he felt for my girl. If it wasn't for that fact, both he and I knew that I wouldn't be taken' the deception so well. I pursed my lips and spat, "I know about Camilla's ex."
Insert sharp inhalation, and an unsteady, "Oh.."
"Yeah."
"One second," he started, and I heard him stand up, probably from the Lazy-Boy in the living room. "I'm gon' go outside. Nosy pixies an' all that, you know."
"Sure."
A few moments passed, and he said, "We're good.. Char's wit' me. She knows too."
Groaning, I asked, "Was I the only one who didn't know?"
He made a low noise in the back of his throat, and replied, "Bella, Eddie, Em and Esme don't know. I 'know' Carlisle knows. He had to know because of what happened when she was out shopping, an' she basically shut down. I was bein' nosy, and I overheard," he sighed, deeply, and I could imagine he was holding Char a little closer."When I heard about what she went through, Jas.. I thought I was gon' die myself. I have never felt so angry in my life."
Grimacing, deeply, I replied, "I know.. Do you know who he is?"
In my mind's eye, I saw him shrug, curtly, as he answered, "Nah.. He would'a already been dead by now if I did."
"Damn straight," I growled, the redness ebbing away slowly as the familiar sound of my brother's voice calmed me down.
He sighed, and in that moment, he sounded just as old as he was, "Are you comin' home, Jas?"
I shook my head, although he couldn't see anything, and I murmured, "Nah.. I jus' wanna spend some time alone.. I cant be 'round you guys any time soon."
His sigh deepened, and asked, "What about Camilla? What do we tell her?"
Our earlier conversation rang through my mind, and I answered, a little too quickly, "Don't tell her I'm wit' family. Jus' tell her the truth.. I don't like lyin' to her."
"So we tell her you're in Texas?"
"Mhmm.. I'm only gonna be gone till the end of the day. I'll text her after we finish talkin'."
He chuckled, forcefully, "So you two are official now?"
That brought a smile to my face, and I replied, "Yeah.. She's it for me."
Char must have grabbed the phone from Peter's hands, because the next moment, I heard her scream, down the handset, "Finally!"
Char was understandably excited, I guess, and I felt myself smile, but I realised that I was alone - and that this happiness, this smile, it was all mine. She made me happy.
"Awright, Major," he sighed, "We'll see you later tonight."
"Goodnight, Captain," I chuckled, feelin' a little lighter than before, "'Night Char."
"Night, Jas," she lilted, liberally, and I hung up the phone.
Making' good on my promise, I fished my phone from my pocket and sent a text to my girl, jus' so when she woke up, she'd still be smiling.
I hope you slept well, gorgeous. I'm not in town at the moment - I'm getting some business over and done with in Texas. Nothing serious, sugar, don't worry. I just need to sort some things out.
Thinking about you, beautiful.
- J
I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable by tacking on 'I love you' at the end, so I hoped my compliment could make her at least a little happy. Kicking off of the thick branch, I started running once more, nearly at half the speed I had started at, feelin' significantly calmer.
Good.. Mate.. Quiet.. Warmth.. Mine..
And for the first time, I actually agreed with my demons. She calmed them, and by default, me, down. It took almost an hour, but she replied, her text making me smile wider than anything else could have.
I did, thank you, you're a comfy pillow. I'm happy that you told me that you were gone.. But I miss you already. I don't want to come off as needy, but I'm always going to worry, Jas. Have fun!
Always thinking of you, Texas.
- C
As stupid and inanely human it was, I felt my stomach flood with gooey warmth and my cheeks and jaw burnt from the strength of my smile. Pushing my sunglasses over my eyes, I tucked my phone back into my pocket, and sped up to my hometown, Houston, Texas.
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Peter, Char and I owned a property on the outskirt of rural Houston, a homely chalet. It was three floors high; the top being mine, Peter and Char taking the second level, and the ground floor being home to the two separate lounges, kitchen and bathroom.
We didn't need it, of course, but for aesthetic purposes, we needed to install them, otherwise we'd look a little strange, even though it was rare for people to come in and around our estate. We owned the surrounding twenty acres of land circling the main house, and it offered privacy that we didn't ever get in the city.
Quietly, I walked into my house, that was written under Char's maiden name, Charlotte Lea Nichols, and sprinted up to my bedroom. It was similar to the one I had wit' the Cullen's, however my library selection was bigger, my closet was wider, and everything was just fucking dusty. I hadn't been here in nearly three years, not even for a visit, whereas Char and Pete were living' in Texas before joining' the Cullen coven.
Being somewhere so familiar was enough to nearly knock me on my ass - the residual happiness that integrated within ever brick, every patch of cement, every fiber of material that we used. This was a part of my ability that I didn't always like. It sucked to be able to read emotions, because over time I had become naturally distrustful of humans and vampires alike. They always had ulterior motives, and over time, I just got sick of the lies. The memories of this place were only happy - we never invited people here, it was only me and my bloodline. And that was perfectly fine by me. Reclining on my bed, I picked up the nearest book, threw my hand behind my head, and crossed my ankles.
Now I could relax.
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Read, review, favorite if you'd like. Please, I hope you enjoy! Initially when I wrote this, I used the 'an' instead of 'and' and jus' instead of 'just', to try and convey Jasper's Southern accent, but after reading it over, it was very annoying and I tried to get it all out, but if I missed it, then I apologize. I hope you still enjoyed the chapter!