Twilight and its characters are the creation and property of Stephenie Meyer. This fan fiction is an original work inspired by her series and intended for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended, and I do not claim ownership of any characters, settings, or concepts from the Twilight universe. This story is purely a product of my imagination and is not intended for commercial use.
Carlisle Cullen: An exceptionally skilled surgeon, Carlisle is overqualified for the small-town clinic in Forks. His calm exterior and dedication to helping others mask a more ambitious side. Carlisle's desire for control and power is subtle but undeniable, influencing his decisions and interactions with the family.
Esme Cullen: A talented designer running a successful online business, Esme appears warm and nurturing but is quietly struggling with her role in the family. Her relationship with Carlisle is complex, lacking the genuine connection of mates, leaving her feeling isolated and trapped.
Rosalie Hale: Beautiful and strong-willed, Rosalie found her true mate in Emmett after saving him from a bear attack. She enjoys working on cars and values her independence, though she remains somewhat detached from the family's internal conflicts.
Emmett Cullen: A large, muscular man with a hidden genius for computers, Emmett enjoys his vampire existence. His jovial personality and love for pranks disguise his intellect and the strength he retains from his newborn days.
Edward Cullen: A 17-year-old vampire with mind-reading abilities, Edward is trapped in a Victorian mindset, holding outdated views on relationships and morality. His obsessive control over Bella's life stems from a misguided belief in his own superiority and knowledge of what's best for her.
Bella Swan: After helping rescue Edward from the Volturi, Bella's feelings have changed. She no longer loves Edward and resents his controlling nature. Faced with the ultimatum from the Volturi to be changed by her 19th birthday or die, Bella struggles with her autonomy and the impending transformation.
Alice Cullen: Exiled from the Volturi for reasons unknown, Alice is power-hungry and uses her foresight to aid Carlisle's ambitions. Her cheerful demeanor masks a more manipulative side, and her true intentions remain shrouded in mystery.
The Beginning
The Texas sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield. Among the weary soldiers, one figure stood out—a tall, imposing youth with shoulder-length dirty blond hair, barely 19 but with eyes hardened by war. Jasper Whitlock adjusted his uniform, the fabric stiff and stained from the day's battles. His commanding officer had praised him again for his bravery, and he felt a mix of pride and sorrow for the lives taken.
Jasper approached a small group of wounded men huddled around a makeshift campfire, his steps firm and deliberate.
"Major Whitlock," a young private called out, wincing as he adjusted his bandaged arm. "We could use some help with these wounds." Jasper knelt beside the private, his gaze softening as he inspected the injury. "Let's get you patched up," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. He had learned early that a steady hand and a kind word could do as much for morale as any medicine.
As he worked, his thoughts drifted to the promise he had made to himself—to protect his men and see them through this war. He was only 19, but in the chaos of conflict, age mattered little. It was resolve and leadership that counted, and Jasper had both in spades.
The following evening, while on assignment in Galveston, Jasper's path took an unexpected turn. He spotted three women standing by a broken-down carriage, their forms silhouetted against the dusky sky. Ever the gentleman, Jasper approached, tipping his hat.
"Ladies, do you require assistance?" he asked, his Southern drawl smooth and courteous. One of the women, a striking figure with raven hair and piercing eyes, smiled—a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "We could use a strong man like yourself," she replied, her voice tinged with something Jasper couldn't quite place. Before he could react, the woman's eyes gleamed, and she moved with unnatural speed. Pain exploded in Jasper's neck as her fangs sank into his flesh, and darkness swiftly consumed him.
When Jasper awoke, the world was a cacophony of sensations. His eyes, now sharper than before, took in every detail of the dimly lit room. He could hear the distant rustle of leaves, the faint whispers of the wind. The taste of blood lingered on his tongue—rich, metallic, intoxicating.
Maria stood before him, her gaze appraising. "Welcome to your new life," she said, her tone both commanding and condescending. "I've chosen you to lead my army." Jasper struggled to his feet, his body protesting the transformation. "What... what am I?" he rasped, his throat raw. "A vampire," Maria replied with a predatory smile. "And an empath, it seems. You'll soon learn how valuable that makes you."
As the days turned into weeks, Jasper's new abilities manifested with startling intensity. He could sense the emotions of those around him, a turbulent storm of fear, anger, and pain. Maria trained him ruthlessly, exploiting his empathic gift to control and manipulate her growing army.
Years passed in a blur of bloodshed and warfare, until one fateful night when the Volturi descended upon Maria's camp. The air crackled with tension as Aro, flanked by his guards, surveyed the scene with cold detachment.
"Maria," Aro intoned, his voice echoing with ancient authority. "You have drawn too much attention to our kind." In the ensuing battle, Maria was destroyed, her ambitions reduced to ashes. Jasper, along with Peter and Charlotte, was captured and brought before the Volturi.
The trial was swift and brutal. Jasper stood tall in the ornate chamber, his expression a mask of stoic defiance. Aro's gaze bore into him, curious and calculating. "For your crimes against our kind," Aro declared, "you are sentenced to servitude. Peter and Charlotte will serve 100 years each. You, Jasper, will serve 275 years." Jasper clenched his fists, the weight of the sentence settling heavily on his shoulders. "I accept," he said, his voice steady. "I'll serve their time as well as mine."
Aro's lips curled into a semblance of a smile. "Very noble. You will serve with the Volturi guard until your sentence is complete. Fail, and you will face the ultimate penalty."
Years of servitude with the Volturi hardened Jasper further, yet he found unexpected camaraderie with some of the guards. Felix, in particular, became a reliable ally, sharing tales of battles and victories.
One September evening, Aro summoned Jasper to his private chamber. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the ancient walls as Aro laid out a new directive. "An old friend of mine, Carlisle Cullen, requires a bodyguard for his coven," Aro explained, his tone casual. "You will go to Forks and serve him. The terms are non-negotiable." Jasper nodded, understanding the gravity of this new assignment. "What are the conditions?" "Monthly reports via email," Aro replied, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Every three months, you will meet with a superior for evaluation. You may maintain your diet, but your feeding territory is limited to Washington."
Jasper accepted the terms without protest. This new chapter in his life, though fraught with uncertainty, offered a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, in serving the Cullens, he might find a semblance of redemption—a way to reconcile the man he had been with the vampire he had become.
As Jasper prepared to depart for Forks, he stood before a mirror, his reflection a stark reminder of his journey. The tall, handsome man staring back at him bore the scars of war and transformation, yet his dimples softened his hardened visage. If anyone could make him smile, those dimples could still melt hearts. With a final glance, Jasper donned his coat and stepped into the night, ready to face the unknown. His past was a shadow he could not escape, but perhaps, just perhaps, the future held a glimmer of light.
Chapter 1: Arrival in Seattle
Jasper's plane landed smoothly on the tarmac of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. The evening sky was a blanket of deep purples and blues, the city lights flickering like stars in the distance. Jasper, standing at an imposing 6'7", disembarked the aircraft with an air of quiet reservation. His shoulder-length dirty blond hair fell gently over his eyes, which, if anyone had dared to look into, held a depth of pain and wisdom few could fathom.
Jasper paused at the terminal, letting the wave of emotions from the bustling airport wash over him. Despite the crowd, he felt an acute sense of loneliness. His empathic abilities had always been a double-edged sword; they allowed him to connect with others but also made him painfully aware of his isolation. As he exited the airport, he pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen, searching for a nearby hotel. Finding a modest yet comfortable place, Jasper made his way to a cab. "Where to, sir?" asked the driver, a middle-aged man with a friendly smile.
"Take me to the Renaissance Hotel downtown," Jasper replied, his voice soft but firm. He leaned back in his seat, staring out at the twinkling lights of the city as the cab drove through the streets of Seattle.
Arriving at the hotel, Jasper checked in swiftly and went up to his room. It was tastefully decorated, with a view overlooking the bustling streets below. He sat by the window, contemplating his mission and the new life he was about to step into. The Cullen family awaited him in Forks, but he had a few matters to handle in Seattle first. He opened his laptop and began drafting his first email report to Aro, fulfilling his obligation to keep the Volturi informed.
Jasper found himself restless as the clock neared midnight. The city's nocturnal energy pulsed beneath his skin, and he decided to take a walk along the Seattle Pier, the cool night air brushing against his face.
The pier was alive with late-night revelers, but Jasper's focus was singular. The scent of fresh, untainted human blood called to him. The pier allowed Jasper to avoid unwanted attention and seek out some of the criminal elements he preferred to feed on.
His eyes scanned the crowd until he spotted a man walking into the shadows following another unknown person. Jasper approached silently, his movements a blur in the dim light. The man turned, eyes widening in alarm. "Hey, you mind your own business." In an instant, Jasper's teeth sank into the man's neck, silencing him. The rush of warm blood filled his senses, invigorating his strength. As the man's heartbeat slowed, Jasper found a dumpster in the shadows and left his prey hidden amongst the refuge.
Jasper wiped his mouth clean and disappeared into the shadows, the city's lights fading behind him as he returned to his hotel.
The following day, Jasper emerged from the hotel to a typical Seattle overcast sky, a perfect day for a vampire to move about unnoticed. He decided it was time to prepare for his stay in Forks. Pulling on a pair of worn jeans and a button-down shirt, he left the hotel and headed to a nearby dealership.
At the Ford dealership, Jasper walked through the lot, his eyes settling on a classic Ford F-150. It was rugged, durable, and practical—everything he needed. "Can I help you with something?" a salesman asked, approaching Jasper with a professional smile. "Yes," Jasper replied, giving the man a brief nod. "I'd like to take a look at this truck." After a brief test drive and some paperwork, Jasper drove away in his new purchase, feeling a sense of satisfaction. His next stop was a local Western wear store. The familiar scent of leather and denim brought a rare smile to his face. He picked out a few shirts, jeans, and a new pair of boots—items that would make him feel more at home in his new surroundings.
With his business in Seattle concluded, Jasper set off towards Forks. The drive through the Pacific Northwest was a serene escape. He kept the truck at a leisurely pace, savoring the forested landscape and the freedom it afforded him. For a moment, he let his mind wander back to his time in Texas, the open plains, and the warmth of the sun. But the memories were fleeting, replaced by the anticipation of meeting the Cullens.