This is a Jasper/OC/Alice fanfic. The OC is a vampire-human hybrid. This will not be an 'OC has a stupidly OP gift' kind of fic.
Rebecca Moore knew that there was something off about her. She had figured that out the day she was born.
The fact that she could remember everything about her life, even from before the day of her birth was only one of the things that were...wrong about her.
Her heart beat fast - too fast for a normal person's - and she was feverishly hot, though she had never been sick a day in her life.
Rebecca knew that her body healed far, far too quickly for an illness to ever set in.
She was fast, too, and ridiculously strong. She wagered that she could bench press a car with some effort, though she had never cared to try it.
And then there was also the itty-bitty detail of her need for blood. That's what gave her that vital hint as to what she was. She wasn't a demon, as her father had always told her she was, but some kind of vampire.
She couldn't be anything else. A demon didn't make any sense. The definition of a demon was some kind of evil creature that hated everything holy. Rebecca wasn't that.
She had gone to church before with no problems, she'd even been baptized without burning to a crisp or other such dramatic nonsense. She could remember her mother praying over her before she was born, could remember hearing her mother singing hymns and reading stories out loud so that they could experience them together.
Rebecca still sang those hymns to herself and read those stories, believed in what her mother believed, because it was her way of feeling close to her.
Even when her mother had died giving birth to her, she had never stopped loving her. Rebecca had torn her way into the world, but her mother had smiled and named her, and had held onto Rebecca until her life left her body.
"Rebecca."
The stern voice of her father drew her out of her introspection. She looked over at him to signify she was listening.
"We're about to have guests."
Ah, yes. Rebecca didn't respond verbally - her father never wanted to hear her voice - and walked to her room. She wasn't supposed to be out when there were guests in the house. It wasn't right of her to inflict her presence on other people, that's what her father had always told her.
Rebecca understood why. He had seen her kill his wife by coming into the world. He witnessed her unnatural growth and development in those first years of life.
He thought she was a demon, and believed it was his responsibility to keep her away from the world before she hurt someone.
Her father wasn't a cruel man. Just…cautious.
And Rebecca privately agreed with him, at least as far as the isolation went. She wasn't a demon, but she was a vampire. She lusted for the blood of others, and as long as she made sure to keep away, she wouldn't be tempted to hurt people.
She still snuck out on occasion to drink the blood that her body required, but she was always careful to never be seen or caught, and she did make an effort to only drink from those trying to hurt other people.
If she had to leech off of humans to survive, then she would at least only feed from the people who arguably deserved it. She always made sure to drink just enough from them, and she always patched them up when they passed out from blood loss.
She had made the mistake of killing one person in her life, and that taught her what a slippery slope it could be.
So she stayed inside, and only left when the bloodlust became too much for her to bear or when the sheer claustrophobia of staring at the same walls day in and day out began to drive her insane.
Rebecca reclined on her bed, and stared up at the ceiling as the conversation from downstairs drifted to her ears as if she were in the same room.
"Afternoon Phil."
"Hey John. I got those papers you were talking about - Ouch! Papercut."
Rebecca froze in place as the scent of blood wafted into her room.
It was unlike anything she had ever smelled before.
She swallowed compulsively as her mouth began to water. The fires of her thirst only grew hotter in response.
Rebecca couldn't help herself. She took in another deep breath, licking her lips as she imagined what the taste would be like, of how delicious that sweet blood would be as it slid down her throat, dampening her thirst.
All she had to do was leap at the human, tear at his throat -
No.
Rebecca realized that she was by her door. The door knob was warping under her hand.
No. No, no, no.
Rebecca stopped breathing. She had to be out of this place.
She was going to kill this man - she couldn't. She wouldn't.
Rebecca streaked out of the open window and ran into the neighboring woods without stopping.
She stopped in the middle of a clearing, that heavenly scent still lingering. God, she wanted to run back, to rip out his -
Rebecca bit her hand. Hard.
Her granite skin cracked under the force of her bite, but the pain chased away the urge to feed, leaving behind disgust.
God, what kind of monster was she? This was why her father was right. She was dangerous. She shouldn't be around people.
She might not be a demon, but she was a monster that lusted for the lives of innocent people. And was that really much better?
A twig snapped. Rebecca whirled around to face the sound, reflexively falling into a crouch that would allow her to spring away from the potential threat.
She cursed herself. She had been so deep in her thoughts, she hadn't thought to keep an ear out for anything else. She braced herself for the tantalizing scent of a human but instead she got something much, much more enticing.
Whomever was approaching wasn't human. Couldn't be human - not with a scent like that.
It was sweet, with the faintest hints of a bite to it. Almost like a spice of some kind. Cinnamon, perhaps?
Rebecca didn't know how to place it. She was no scent connoisseur. All she knew was that it chased away the remnants of the man's blood-scent, and that she just wanted to… bask in it.
Then she saw the creature - person - that lovely scent belonged to.
A woman. The most beautiful woman Rebecca had ever seen. She was petite, pixie-like, in fact, with wild coal black hair and a pair of bright golden eyes.
Rebecca was on the shorter end of average, but the woman before her was smaller still. She had a delicate build, but not childlike. The maturity of a grown woman was evident in her slender form and delicate features.
"It's alright. I come in peace."
The woman's voice sounded like chimes in the wind.
Rebecca hadn't known that the phrase a musical voice was something to be found in reality, and not fiction, but here it was.
But she didn't say anything back. She didn't know what to say back.
"I'm Alice Whitlock."
She hesitated for a moment, before answering back.
"I'm Rebecca. Rebecca Moore."
Rebecca didn't think the woman - Alice - could be more beautiful, but then she smiled.
And that was when Rebecca noticed that Alice didn't have a heartbeat. She eased warily back into the crouch she had left, caution rising once more. But her curiosity made words slip out, unbidden.
"What are you?"
Rebecca wanted to take them back immediately, but Alice didn't seem to be offended. If anything her - dazzling - smile widened more.
"A vampire."
Her heart leapt at the words, and caution was knocked flat on its back in favour of the need to know more.
"...You're like me."
Alice didn't have a heartbeat, to be sure, but Rebecca had seen differing legends of vampires when she had hunted for information about what she was. Who's to say that there weren't different types?
And there were similarities. Rebecca knew that she was beautiful, unnaturally so. Her father had told her so to her face before, as had some of the few people she had met in her life.
Like the man she had killed on accident.
Alice had that same unnatural beauty. Her face was perfectly symmetrical, her face was blemish free, even the black of her hair and the red of her lips were perfect.
Rebecca found it within herself to keep talking. This was more than she had spoken in years, but she wanted - needed - to know more.
"I didn't know there were others like me."
Rebecca wanted to take back the words when she saw the worry that dimmed Alice's face.
It looked wrong to see a negative expression. Alice seemed to be made for joy, not any sort of sorrow. Then again, that just might be her rapidly developing crush talking.
But the worry was banished seconds later, as if it never existed.
"There are many vampires in the world, Rebecca. You're not alone."
It was strange to take such comfort in the words of a stranger, but Rebecca clung to them regardless.
She was a monster, that much she knew, but if there were others who had the same struggles she did then maybe…it wouldn't be so bad.
Alice flitted forwards, and Rebecca fought to urge to recoil back. Yes, she thought Alice was beyond attractive, but she was still a stranger.
She needed to maintain some degree of wariness.
"I can tell you all about it, if you'd like?"
Rebecca was nodding her head before Alice finished her sentence. "Yes, please, I - "
Her phone rang. Rebecca's stomach dropped.
She gave Alice an apologetic smile, but answered the call.
"Where are you?"
Rebecca winced at the anger in her father's voice.
"The woods."
"Did I give you permission to leave?"
"...No."
"Home. Now."
The line went dead. Rebecca stared at the device for a second, before pocketing it and reluctantly looking back at Alice.
If Alice's hearing was anything like hers, then she had heard every part of that conversation.
The concern was back, and for a moment there was a hint of something a bit…darker in it. But it was gone so fast that Rebecca figured that she was just imagining it.
"You have to go?"
Alice's voice was understanding. Not even a hint of scorn or censure.
Rebecca permitted herself to let her guard down a bit more.
"Yeah. Could I…I mean, we…"
It was difficult, putting her thoughts into words. She never really talked to anyone for an extended period of time. The skill had never had the opportunity to develop.
"Tomorrow. I'll meet you here tomorrow at the same time."
She sounded cheerful, but firm. As if their meeting tomorrow would be a sure thing, even though Rebecca didn't have the muster to put it into words.
"Yes, tomorrow."
Alice gave her one last brilliant grin before streaking off into the woods, at a speed that could only be described as supernatural.
Rebecca stared after her a moment longer, utterly enchanted, before running home to face the music.
Jasper is actually in the vicinity in this chapter. Rebecca just didn't notice him.
Don't worry, Alice and Jasper are 100% on the same page when it comes to the whole polyamory thing. There won't be any drama of that sort to be found here.
Next chapter: More Alice, and a hint of Jasper.