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!
Graphic violence in this chapter, dolls. Ali-cat is a wild one.
Alice POV
November 2020
Just outside of Madison, Wisconsin
The last two months have been the best of my life.
Hands down.
Clyde was the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I felt as though, maybe, I didn't deserve him. The thought of losing him would be penance for my vampiric-lifestyle, even though I felt like I was.. Good, in a way. I didn't feed off of humans - I never have tasted human blood. The trials that vampires like me go through, every day, were paramount to everything else in our lives. It took years - decades, even - to be able to control our urges to the point where we could integrate within society, however I did it.
As a coven, we did it together, and every day we faces those hardships.
"You okay, cher?," Clyde asked, his muscular, toned arm snaking around my petite waist, pressing a light kiss to my hairline, and I grinned up at him, shaking my head to dispel the wretched thoughts. I replied, "Nothing, babe, I'm fine," and stood on my tiptoes, to kiss his warm, inviting lips.
We were walking out of the movie theatre, having endured a horrendously cliché romance-comedy movie, that made me smile out of nothing but the sheer overload of cutesiness more than anything else. Clyde absolutely hated it, but he tolerated it, for me, I guess. And that made me love him that much more. He grinned, widely, his teeth so white they almost blinded me for a moment, his dimples so deep, and he stated, happily, "Alright, next on the How to: Woo Alice Brandon plan. Dinner at a fancy restaurant, complete wit' candles an' swanky music."
Feeling the sensation of being cared for swell in my cold chest, I felt him tighten his hold on my waist, and said, "C'mon, sugar, the car's round here."
He led me through a blackened, particularly wide alleyway, which was the easiest was to get to the bare car park, which, in hindsight, was pretty fucking stupid, and I guess it was my fault. I was too busy enthralled with the glinting in his pretty hazel eyes that I didn't notice the shadows that engulfed our forms until it was too late.
"Your lady's pretty, boy," a deep voice rand through the dark street, and as Clyde turned around to address whoever it was, he was promptly smashed over the head with a glass bottle of empty beer. Three other shadows stepped beneath the dim lighting of the alley, showing their faces, and I knew that, if I were ever to kill a human, it would be these four for hurting what was mine.
Running my fingers over the gash in Clyde's forehead, blood gushing from the wound, and I held my breath, in fear that I would hurt him. I couldn't live with myself if I did that.
"Ali.. Are you alright?"
Even still he was worried about me. His blood was gushing down the right hand side of his face, running into his eyes, and I felt sick to my stomach. I felt something sharp press against my throat as I was trying to calm him down, and a throaty voice ordered, "Up, sexy lady."
I felt anger that I hadn't ever felt before in my vampiric life swell in my gut, and I bared my teeth, my vision bleeding black. I was so close.. So, so close to losing control of myself.
He was bleeding. And they didn't care.
The more I thought about it, the more anger pumped through my body, and I felt my entire being vibrate with a relentless thirst for raw and absolute violence.
"You. Hurt. Him."
He laughed, his voice reeking of stale alcohol, making venom leak from the corner of my mouth in disgust, "Of course."
He pressed his fingers, along the waistband of my jeans, and as soon as Clyde shot upwards, he was kicked dead in the jaw. With my enhanced hearing, I could hear a sickening click, and I knew something was broken. They continued to stomp, kick and punch him, leaving his moaning and groaning in pain, however he wasn't worried about himself. He was trying to throw them away, so he could get to me.
"If you leave us alone, I'll let you live," I bargained, my voice low so only the man behind me could hear, and he scoffed in response.
He replied, "Alright, little lad-"
That was as far as he got before I tore his throat out, leaving him hemorrhaging on the floor, covered in his own blackened blood, similar to that of the colour of his soul, the filthy sliver of scum.
I turned to his friends, my clothing coated with the evidence of my flash of rage, and I used my vampire speed to attack the other three, quickly ending their pathetic lives, protecting the life of the only person who mattered to me right in this moment.
Who was staring up at me, with nothing but revulsion shining in his eyes.
I knew this was what would happen if I ever showed him my true nature, but I couldn't stop myself once I've started. I needed to kill them, because it was my right as his mate.
I broke the first's neck, quickly, dislodging the first and second vertebrae in his spine, letting him fall to the floor in an unkempt heap. The second barely got out a whisper of a scream before I broke his jaw, with a powerful, well-aimed hook to the mouth, and gouged one of his eyes out with my index, thumb and middle fingers, and crushed his trachea in between my shaking palms.
Swiftly, I hopped on the third, biting, but refusing to swallow any of his blackened, disgusting blood, and have his essence inside of me, clawing, tearing, slicing, until there was nothing but a half-open, convulsing, oozing cadaver beneath me.
My chest was heaving, my entire arms were quivering as the urge to feed became almost too much. The thought of them hurting Clyde still fresh in my mind, and as I turned around to face the love of my life, I felt sick to my stomach at the expression that he wore.
He was horrified.
After glancing down at the floor, I stood up, running my fingers through my cropped-short hair, sticky with the blood of my enemies, and reached for my phone, pressing down on two, automatically calling up the one person who could help me in this situation.
My dad.
"Carlisle," I began, helplessly, "I need your help."
Immediately, he was in daddy-mode, and asked, "What happened, Alice?"
My hands were now shaking harder, my eyes stinging with tears that would never fall, "I-I did something bad, dad."
He sucked in a sharp breath, and asked, "Is anyone hurt, Alice?"
His tone wasn't disappointed, nor was it angry or sad, just soft and calming. I replied, my voice breathy and trembling, "Four men.. I-I killed them, Carlisle."
He paused, momentarily, before a brief shuffling sound was heard, and he asked, "It's okay, Ali, where are you?"
I gave him our location, and he stayed on the phone with me until he pulled in, Clyde still frozen on the floor, staring up at me, as if he couldn't see me anymore. All he could see was the monster that I had become and it was killing me. I couldn't look at him, not in his eyes - I couldn't see the disgust in his eyes, that would kill me. But I couldn't just leave him there, bleeding.
"I know, I'm sorry," I sighed, as he recoiled from my touch, "I just need to make sure you're alright.. Please."
He frowned, then winced, and I moved him so he was laying on his back, and his head cradled in my lap so it was slightly elevated off of the floor. I didn't know what else to do, my mind having gone completely blank and all of my sense having left me as soon as he was hit.
"What," he gurgled, his own blood filling him mouth, "What are you?"
My mouth thinned into a grim, straight line, and I glanced away, my hands clenched together, tightly.
He would hate me. I knew it. And I couldn't bear it.
Almost three, agonizing minutes after I called my father-figure, I saw the piercing lights of Carlisle's black 4x4 Range Rover break through the descending smog, and he came through the one end of the wide passageway, and parked sideways. He swept out of the driver's side, and as soon as his eyes fell onto the cadavers surrounding me, a darkness flooded his expression. He sighed, heavily, taking in my form, his arms cinched around my middle, my eyes glued to the cotton of his overcoat as my entire body racked with dry sobs. He said, softly, "Alice, its okay."
He hugged me, firmly, to his body, and held me tight as I cried. I couldn't stop the blubbering that overtook me, shaking my body to the point where I couldn't even see straight.
"It's alright, Ali," he soothed, "Calm down. I've got to tend to Clyde, he's bleeding."
At that thought, I promptly twirled on my heels, and waited until Carlisle heaved Clyde to his feet, and led him into the back of the Range Rover, holding a suspiciously well-kept ice-pack against his forehead, carefully.
"Keep this in place, Clyde."
He closed the door behind him, however Clyde slid forward, and stopped him. He glanced at me, his eyes glassy, and he stammered, shakily, "Ali.. Alice. C'mere."
Carlisle nodded at me once, and said, at a frequency that only us vampires could hear, "Drive him home, Edward and Emmett are going to be here in a few seconds. Get him out of here, explain what you need to explain. We'll clean this up for you," and pressed a kiss to my temple, before sending me out on my way.
I didn't feed off them. Otherwise my eyes would have bled red, and having that reflection glaring back at me from the rear view mirror would break me in two. I slid into the front seat, and promptly started the car, zooming out of the alleyway.
"I'll explain everything when we get back to the house, I need to make sure you're okay first."
My statement fell on deaf ears, as Clyde had promptly passed out.
Jesus.
-0-
It didn't take me nearly as long as it should have to get back to the house, and get Clyde comfortable on the gurney in Carlisle's medical room, beneath the house, in the basement that we usually kept closed and under lock and key.
This area was used to store any blood that we needed, if we ever were caught in a tight situation, as well as medical equipment and supplies for any humans that we might have around.
Like now, of course.
Clyde groaned, his eyes unfocused and his vision probably hazy.
"Ali.. What's going on?"
Carlisle had arrived after.. Disposing of the bodies of the guys who attacked Clyde and I, and had patched him up, pretty quickly. I replied, frostily, "You.. Do you remember anything?"
His eyes squinted for a moment, before they widened, and his expression flooded with anxiety.
He remembered.
He stammered, "Alice.. What are you?"
The casing around my heart clenched, and I felt sick with worry. What if he left? Shit.. There is no 'if', he was going to leave. He saw me kill four men, in cold blood. Inhaling, deeply, I replied, with a heavy heart, "My family and I.. We're not human. We.. We don't age. We don't eat. We cant sleep. We drink blood. We.. We live forever. We're vampires, Clyde.. I'm a vampire."
His eyes slanted, disbelievingly, however as he took in the honesty shining in my eyes, his disbelief slowly ebbed away, and was replaced with ample amounts of fear.
"You-You drink blood? Human blood?"
With a bitter smile, I answered, "Some of my kind, yes, but my family and I don't. We feed off of animals."
"All of you? Edward? Peter? Rosalie?," I nodded at each of their names, and he asked, "Jasper?"
Wondering why he was so worried about Jas being like me, he suddenly stood then, although a sudden rush of lethargy and loss of equilibrium almost knocked him to the floor. He caught himself, and said, "He's not bein' 'round my baby sister anymore. He could hurt her."
Sighing, I replied, "Cly.. Cammy is old enough to chose who she wants to be around. She's safer with him than anyone else in this world. He would rather die than let something happen to her."
He scoffed, loudly, "She's not safe, Alice! I just.. I saw you tear four guys apart, and I'm supposed to think she's safe? I.. I need to go home."
He turned away from me, and I felt him sear my heart out of my chest and take it with him. I reached out, desperately, and grabbed his arm, holding it tightly in my hands, and begged, "Clyde.. Look at me.. It's me, Alice.. I'm still the same girl. I still love spending time with you, I still love hanging upside down on chairs, and I am still in love with you. Nothing about me has changed. I'm still.. Me. But, you cant tell Camilla about us, you just cant."
He shook my hold off, softly, but said, his brow quirking in that way that left me no room for bullshitting, "Why not? I'm not lyin' to my sister."
I nodded, "I know that, Cly, its not safe for her. You shouldn't even know. It's actually dangerous for her to know."
He quirked his brow, quietly, before asking, steadily, "What.. What do you mean dangerous, Alice?"
The use of my full name showed that he was being serious. The stillness in his brow made me feel as if I were being accosted for something, like a small child, and it made me uncomfortable, so I answered as truthfully as I could.
I licked my lips, briefly, before answering, "We have a.. I guess you could call them a board of directors. They regulate our kind. We only have one rule that we all must follow, otherwise we.. Otherwise they kill us. We cannot reveal our true selves to any humans. And I broke that by talking to you."
He stepped forward, then, and asked, worriedly, "Are you in trouble, Alice?"
Chewing on my lower lip, I glanced away, and said, "Kinda, I guess."
He took in a sharp breath, and asked, "Will they hurt you, Ali?"
"Maybe."
He swept towards me, his arms wrapping around my waist, and tugged me forward, holding me tightly to his solid, warm form. He sighed, "I'm so sorry, Ali."
I breathed, honestly, "It's okay, Clyde.. If there's anyone in this world that I would die for, its you."
He shot backwards, holding me at arms length, and demanded, his beautiful green eyes sparking with outrage, "Why?"
Glancing away, I clasped my hands together tightly, my mouth going dry, and I replied, "Because- Cly.. Shit, I suppose I should explain from the beginning."
He sat back on the gurney, and I joined him. He helped me by latching onto my arm and hoisting me up onto the soft bed and he lay his hand on my thigh, in comfort.
I sighed, sincerely, "You're, to me, are what my kind would refer to as a mate.. You're who I want to be with. This means that it doesn't matter what happens to me.. As long as you're okay. I gravitate towards you, I hang on every word you say. You're my everything, and its killing me to see you mad at me."
He frowned at this piece of information. He asked, "I'm not mad at you.. I'm just, I guess, a little shaken. You've gotta give me a little time, sugar. It ain't everyday that you get told that your girlfriend ain't human, you know."
Giving him a weak smile, I asked, "Can you stay here tonight?," then, as his brow quirked, teasingly, I continued, shaking my hand in the air between us, vigorously, "No.. Not like that, I just don't want you to be driving. Your head injury.. I don't want you driving."
"My car isn't even he-"
"Carlisle brought it over. It's in the garage."
He sighed, deeply, and said, his eyes flitting towards the stairs, "Damn.. I didn't even notice."
I shrugged, noncommittally, and answered, "Well.. You were bleeding pretty badly."
"Alright," he declared, finally, with an indifferent dip of the head, "I'll take the spare room."
-0-0-
So he knows. I hope you don't mind the way this story is going. The story is going to take a pretty dark road, honestly, so I hope you don't mind. Either way, buckle up for a bumpy road, kids!
Last update for a little anyway. Back at college, back to work and reality has hit me like a rock to the cranium. Either way, hope you enjoyed it!