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Post by lunarraven on Apr 4, 2008 16:03:52 GMT -5
I sat quietly on a piece of fallen lumber from a nearby tree, writing out a poem to show to Samuel as soon as I arrived back at the house later today. Tapping then pen against my temple I plotted out the verse. "Um...Let's see...no rhyming this time, to much work,"I laughed as I thought about what putting down," Fly through the sky, with or without luck, fly so high, where no man can touch."
Well that's simple enough, even if it does rhyme I thought, while writing it down on my journal. Setting the journal down, I looked up into the trees above me, picturing me up here, watching the sky from that height.
"Hm..."I said, getting up and grabbing my near by hand bag, putting my leg on a branch to the left of me. Yes, I can climb it, why not, seems fun enough, right? I told myself again, going two more steps up. I kept on going more up, when finally, my fear of heights kicked in, and I looked down.
I screamed and let go of the tree , nearly a third up the damned thing too. I tried grabbing on branches but to no fail. I finally crashed against the ground with a huge thud, I had my eyes wide open and even though they were, everything around me went black. "Damn.."I mumbled as I fainted right there in the middle of the forest.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 11, 2008 21:50:32 GMT -5
I was walking alone through the forest, something I often do. I like wandering where few humans evr go. It lets me almost forget my years as a monster if there is no one to terrorize. So when a girl fell out of a tree mere yards from where I walked, imagine my shock. I hadn't picked up her scent, absorbed as I was in my own thoughts. Plus it was still raining, and the scent of wet ferns is always a distracting one.
I wouldn't have known she was there is she hadn't screamed before falling. I ran over, at her side in seconds. She was passed out, possibly concussed. She needed a hospital or a doctor or something. But she couldn't stay here. The fastest way was to run her out of the forest, but if she woke up while I was running, it could potentially be bad. She was still human, I could smell that much, and it was torturing me.
But whatever else, she needed medical attention and she was out cold, so my only option was to run her out. I picked her up delicately, all too aware of how little effort it took to crush a human. Fortunately for her, she wasn't bleeding anywhere. I began the run back to town.
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Post by lunarraven on Apr 11, 2008 22:03:33 GMT -5
I felt myself afloat, circling through the clouds, I could see and feel the rain upon my face, touch the crows as the flew past me. I was flying through the trees, and seeing everything, the water around me, the few trees near, and the sky above.
I could hear the rustle of leaves as I landed on the ground a few yards from a stream, I skipped rock into the moving water, feeling at peace with my surroundings. I sighed deeply with joy, and sat on the ground covered with leaves of spring trees, hearing them crunch under my weight.
But then everything changed, it got very dark, a figure came behind me, and i saw the glance he directed towards me, fierce, alien even. I could tell it was a man, a young one in fact, and he seemed determined to do something to me, something I had no idea what that was. He came and picked me up, and the moon came out, I saw his face, and I screamed. He had no face.
This was when I knew I was dreaming, I could feel my surroundings, hear everything going on, but that was the problem, I heard nothing at the moment. It was still like a cold winter night, even though it was already spring. I couldn't do anything, I knew I had probably fainted, and had gone out for a night swim through hell. I remembered climbing a tree, then a terrible pain in my head, but then nothing, blank.
I couldn't do anything so i just relaxed instead of tensing up, even though I might internal bleeding or a wound. I just waited for something to happen, so I would wake up.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 11, 2008 22:13:22 GMT -5
I jumped about a foot, coming to a sudden halt when she screamed. Surprised? Very. I had expected her to be out until we got to town, and we were still miles away from the house. No one would have heard her, but it nearly made my heart start beating again. I started running again, faster now. The girl seemed maybe delirious, indicating a head injury or something of that sort. I thought it best for someone else to bring her to the hospital, someone with better control. She wasn't even bleeding and I had to work to not bite her.
In fact, I'd gone to long without hunting as it was. I'd probably have to take care of that, and soon, if I didn't want to kill someone. That almost teased a laugh out of me. Used to be I'd have slaughtered this whole town by now, and now I was worried about one girl, well, woman really. Ah ha. Vampire humor. Really only humorous to vampires, it was.
The fact of the matter was, she was injured. Possibly seriously injured, which wasn't good. Carlisle would be the best guy to patch her up, really, if I could find him. He always seemed to be here or there lately, hard to get a hold of.
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Post by lunarraven on Apr 11, 2008 22:25:43 GMT -5
I really was on the verge of screaming again, but I refused, if the man with no face would stop stabbing me. I couldn't handle it much longer, I needed out of that dream, and fast. I thought about my home, with the students in the class. Forks high, my second home, I wish i could be there so badly.
Suddenly my dream changed and I saw my old Student of mine, nearly four years ago I believe, when I just started at the high school. He was the only one who spoke to me of his family, the others were quite during class. All of his siblings never said a word to me, but he was different. he spoke kindly, as if to apologize for something he was going to do.
I saw his face, and I touched it softly, he could have been my own son for being so nice and considerate to me. He was the only student to even speak besides literature to me. When usually he was quite during class. I couldn't help but say his name in my head. But then I suddenly whispered his name. "Jasper..."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 12, 2008 7:27:36 GMT -5
I stopped again, finally recognizing the woman. It was my old teacher, Ms. Youtou, shanged ever so slightly by the years so I found it hard to recognize her. Which surprised me, because she had always been one of two people I really could talk to. Not about my entire past, of course- she was blessedly ignorant about that- but about my family.
And she whispered my name and I flinched. How would I explain being all the way out here alone without even a vehicle to have brought me here? And how we were now at my house so quickly. This was, in fact, not good. This could be our secret at stake here! Bella was in no small trouble over her knowledge of werewolves and vampires...
I smiled at her. Maybe she'd think it was a dream? Maybe she would toss it up to head injury or pain-induced hallucinations? It was all I could hope for.
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Post by lunarraven on Apr 12, 2008 14:23:25 GMT -5
My eyes fluttered open to the sight of Jasper, smiling down at me, holding me in his arms. I couldn't help the fact my face burned red, I was so embarrassed and frightened at the same time. What had just happened? Surely I had been dreaming, but he was actually here, holding me? Why was Jasper here, and why was he holding me?
I had a million questions to ask him, but I just closed my eyes again and remembered everything from Forks High. I has started there myself when I was younger then everyone else, around 13 I believe, and had graduated a year earlier as well. So I had started college around 17 or 18, and got my degree around 20 or 21.
I started teaching around then, when Jasper was in his last year in High School. I had gotten to know him very well, besides his past, which seemed an uncomfortable subject, and he kept on the down low. So I never really asked him about those things. I just asked him about things he liked, what he disliked, he always responded happily, while too others he did not talk to at all. He was a very different boy, just like his other siblings, who happened to be adopted just like him, to Dr. Carlisle Cullen and Mrs. Cullen.
Remembering all of this brought up more questions, and my eyes opened again to Jasper, his flawless figure still holding onto me. I smiled slightly at this fact, he was so strong, or maybe I was just a little to small. He was only a few years younger then myself, but he looked the same as ever, good old jasper. Now that I was around 25 he must be 23 or so, but still he looked much older then that, yet younger at the same time. The same like he was before graduation...
I haven't seen him for all this time, and yet here he was, holding me in his iron grasp, like when he used to hug me, he wouldn't let go. And I remembered, Alice would do this too, and would hold on for what seemed eternity before letting go, and skipping off with Jasper. The both of them were so young and filled with youth, it made me smile to know they had a life a head of them.
I knew they had a life for them back then, and right now I do too, for he was right here, not dead or harmed it seemed. It seemed he was protecting me from something, I didn't know what though, so I just stared into his eyes, pondering why he was here. I looked into his eyes until I started to blush again and I stammered a "Hello Jasper..." and looked down away from his glace.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 12, 2008 15:26:07 GMT -5
I almost groaned. She was very clearly thinking rationally ad clearly, so the head injury excuse was out. I was hyper-aware of how I hadn't changed a bit since she had seen me at graduation- I was supposed to be twenty-three now, and I looked eighteen. Or so. "Hello, Ms. Youtou. How'd you manage to fall out of the tree? Aren't you afraid of heights?" I felt strangely awkward, holding her as I was, but I couldn't be at all sure how steady she would be on her feet.
I envied my old teacher somewhat. She was able to age and grow and eventually, move on, or whatever humans did when they died. She didn't have the weight of quite possibly thousands of lives on her head. I was worse than any serial killer, and she had no idea. She saw me as one of her old students, innocent and young. She had no idea how mistaken she was.
I was still a monster, even if it had been years since I last took a human's life. I was the gruesome, bloody core of many nightmares, and if she knew, she probably wouldn't be so happy to see me now. If she only knew the struggle it was not to kill her right now... no. Mustn't think of that. She was safe as long as I didn't let my guard down. Her emotions brushed against my own, and I winced internally when I sensed her fear, even if it wasn't caused by the monster within me.
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Post by lunarraven on Apr 12, 2008 19:50:32 GMT -5
I looked at him curiously, he had carried me from the tree? I remembered everything now, i had climbed a tree. Oh no, wait, I tried to climb a tree, and obviously had been knocked out by the impact of the fall. I had been careless, and slipped after looking down, damn fears I have, damn them to hell.
But I had expected to wake up alone, but Jasper, he had rescued me? How did he get there, why had he been in the forest in the first place? he brought me to his house so quickly, much under 10 minutes, which it was probably an hour or so away. How did he...do that, speed.
He's different, I've known it, just like Leah and Jacob from La Push that I met while getting lost in the La Push forest nearly 12 miles from here. I always got a feeling around his father and mother, and his siblings, and most of the La Push residents. They are different, that's my I always got a gut feeling, and a tingling upon my whole body, warning me to keep away. But I couldn't I was so...attracted to that fact, i couldn't stay away, I wanted to know more.
I felt a small grimace on my lips appear, and fade just as quickly, I was to curious it bothered me. "Jasper, um, you can call me by my first name. And, um, you can put me down now, I think I can walk..." I mumbled nearly incoherently. I knew I needed to answer his questions, so I did quite easily. "Well...I am afraid of heights, I just wanted to push myself I suppose. But I slipped nearly halfway through after looking down." I said, looking away from him, pondering my questions.
"But I think you need to answer some questions for me, please Jasper. What are you, your so different, and just, its like you know more then I die, like your 100 years old or something! I just need some answer's, please Jasper, tell me the truth."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 13, 2008 12:09:05 GMT -5
I winced. Her questions were way to close to the truth. Eerily close. And I didn't want to lie to her. In fact, I had a feeling Karen would believe me if I told her everything, the whole truth. I also knew that if I told her what we were, I would tell her my past, and that was not something I wanted her to know about me. Perhaps it was selfish, but she didn't see me as a killer, and I was happy with that. I didn't want that changing, and I knew it would if I told her.
But lying to her... I was a good lier- I had to be. We all had to be, otherwise our secrets would be quickly found out, one by one, in quick succesion, and then the Volturi would swoop down on us before we had time to think about it. But even as good of a lier as I was, I had never lied to Karen, and I didn't want to start now. It felt wrong, like a betrayal. I avoided her eyes.
"I'm me," I responded, hoping to dodge around the question. "I just am what I am, and that is different, but you really don't want to know." It was true, all of it was. She didn't need to know about monsters and nightmares and things that shouldn't exist. She shouldn't have to know.
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Post by lunarraven on Apr 13, 2008 13:33:45 GMT -5
I knew he was hiding something, she could feel it. It made her so upset he couldn't tell me anything. Even it was something bad, like he was a murderer, I already knew one. My old friend he was sent to prison for murdering a young girl. Of course they never figured out how he did it, but she died. And lost a lot of blood, nearly all of it. Not had he only killed one girl though, he had murdered a whole family, all of there house burned, and they, died from blood loss, to where there was no blood barely.
I couldn't think of something worse then that, really. Even if it was worse then that, I didn't care at all. Jasper was one of the only people I had ever cared about, and still do care about. I didn't think he knew how much I did, and he wouldn't ever know, if he wouldn't tell me one thing.
My eyes dropped to the floor again and tears slowly began to fill my eyes. I tried blinking them away, but they just kept appearing until finally i was sobbing brokenly and tried squirming out of Jasper's arms. I closed my eyes and the tears still fell, alone to the ground, dripping quietly. "Just..tell me...Jasper!" I manged to say in between sobs. "I need to know..please...p-please. I cried, I felt so pathetic, crying to Jasper. But I couldn't help it, I needed to know. I wanted to know why he wouldn't trust me at all.
I threw my face into his chest to hide my tears and face, I didn't want to see him. Soon his sweatshirt was soaked with the wetness of my tears, and i kept on sobbing. "Just tell my Jasper..." I mumbled into his chest, I felt tired again, in pain. My eyes closed without my mind telling them to, and I fell limp. "Please..." I called out.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 13, 2008 15:25:28 GMT -5
I felt ashamed of myself. It was as if I couldn't trust her and that wasn't it at all. "Would you till want to know if I was a murderer of thousands?" I asked slowly, carefully. I wasn't used to the whole crying bit. Oh, sure, almost all of my hapless victims had cried, tears rolling down their cheeks, pleading for life. But that wasn't the same. I hadn't known those people, not like I knew Karen. Alice didn't cry. It was a vampire thing.
I had no idea what to do. I didn't love this woman like I loved Alice, nothing close. But I cared about her opinion of me, what she thought of me. I couldn't bear it if she turned away from me, rejected me because of what I'd done. I had killed so many, took so much for myself and never gave back. And if she knew that she'd run away from me, terrified. I shouldn't burden her with my past. No one should have to live with that.
"If I was the reason fro thousands of deaths, what would you say? Would you really still want to know?" I doubted it even as I spoke.
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Post by lunarraven on Apr 13, 2008 15:54:51 GMT -5
My head was still against his chest, I still couldn't bear to look at him. He had said he killed thousands of people, how is that possible for a man his age? Not even twenty four, and killed thousands? It wasn't the thought of the killing it was the pure logic of how he did it. Bomber? Did he kill others in a massive plot of homicidal rage against other countries or even our own?
No he wouldn't do that, I'm sure of it. Jasper was very loyal, and he was to his country as well, but I'm not to sure about other countries. He had to have a reason, to do this, to kill even one person you needed a good reason, to at least have pity on yourself. But to kill thousands, what was one good reason to kill thousands of people, you would need a thousand reasons. Unless you killed them all for one reason all together.
I finally looked up at Jasper, my eyes red as a vampire in the old movies and books. I'm glad I didn't have my contacts in, or my iris's would be red, stupid moron of a doctor. I didn't want to hurt Jasper anymore, it looked like I had done enough damage already.
I wiped my tears from my face and put on a lifeless, expressionless face, so my emotions wouldn't show to him and upset him more then he had upset me. "Jasper...It wouldn't bother me if that happened...but the only question is...why you did it? You don't know how much I care about you. I know you love Alice, you have since school. And I'm glad about that, you could really be my own son, that's how I care about you, and Alice. I love you Jasper, and I'm fine with anything you do, even this. i just need to know, why and how you did it."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 15, 2008 18:23:05 GMT -5
I looked away, wishing I could run. But I couldn't. I mean, I could physically, but she held me, like a magnet holds iron. Her eyes reminded me of my past, my hideous past. Her emotions, bewilderment, questioning... it shamed me. It was exactly what I had feared. What I'd dreaded. A set her down on the now convenient porch and stepped away , wrapping my arms around myself subconciously. I'd seen Bella do this so many times and now I understood why. This human he cared for me as if I were her own child had brought up that which I wished to remain unseen and unfelt. It made me want to live as if I were a hermit, alone, so as to never have the oppurtunity to hurt anyone. It made me want to run away and never look back.
"I-" I swallowed, trying desperately to tell her with the right words and failing. I had told Bella with no problem. What was different? Was it that she didn't know about my world? Bella had seen the monstrosities for herself, Karen hadn't... Confusion overwhelmed, something I was unused to feeling. "It was my nature, really. I had never learned different, but now I know." I looked at her, almost pleading with her not to despise me.
"It was a long time ago, and I wasn't te only one. Humans blamed epidemics, plagues, serial killers. It was so widespread, across almost all of the South....
"Then the culprits got cleared out. I survived. I made my way here, found a new way of life... I haven't killed for decades," I said, pleading again. I wasn't sure why I cared so much that she didn't hate me, but I did. It felt personal. It was personal.
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Post by lunarraven on Apr 16, 2008 19:19:15 GMT -5
I was sitting on the porch, barely hearing what he spoke, I was to focused on a very broad figure in in the doorway, which Jasper must have thought was closed. He was huge, and seemed to be either angry, or constipated. Oh look at that, I made a joke in a time like this, how great.
I looked back at Jasper and suddenly remembered reading something in college, a few years back about myths. I started out with Greek Mythology. How the God's represented everything, how teh Greek made up excuses for things that couldn't be explained. And then I studied Italy, and a place called Volterra, and their basic history.
Father Marcus rid the town of monsters, and so on, from all of Italy I believe, and was celebrated each year, even up to this date now for it. But the monster, just exactly was it again? I ran through my mind, trying to figure out what it was, then it hit me.
"Vampire..."I managed to breath into my hands and fell back against the wall to Jasper's house. Vampire. No. I. Don't. Understand. I mouthed and began shaking. Could it really be, or was this all some practical joke?
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