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Off The Road

Summary:
Everyone falls off the wagon at some point, right?


Notes:


1. Jasper

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His black eyes check the scene. Nobody is around, save the young woman who is lying on the forest floor, her eyes wild, her breathing erratic. Her arm spews rich, hot, inviting blood, calling to him, dragging him closer.

“Shh,” He purrs, stepping into her line of view. “You’re alright. You’ll feel better in no time.”

The woman’s whimpers slow, and her eyes calm as she views the angel in front of her. “Oh, thank god! Please help me, please!”

He feels guilty, knowing she is in pain, knowing she trusts him. “I’ll help you, there is no need to worry,” He assures her in his most soothing voice, knowing he will do no such thing.

“I was hiking, there was a rock, I didn’t see it, I just fell right down, the rocks were so sharp,” The woman was still babbling.

His nose inhaled the sweet scent, while his brain shouted in protest. He ignored what he knew, he ignored that little voice, saying Don’t! What will Alice say? You know it’s wrong!

“I’m so very sorry, ma’am,” He murmurs, a hint of his southern drawl in his voice. “Very sorry,”

The woman screams as his teeth dive into her soft neck, sucking up the freely flowing blood. Her eyes are fearful, and that is the way they stay, finally glazing over into a mask of serene calm.

He relishes in the warmth, his eyes bright with fulfillment. They slowly dim, and soon he is on his knees, his head bowed.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, though it’s unclear if he’s talking to the cold woman beside him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He repeats it like a mantra.

After sitting like this for hours, a tiny, white hand is placed gently on his shoulder. He looks up into a pair of golden eyes that his used to resemble. “I’m sorry…” He murmurs, looking down again.

“Jazz,” The musical voice comes from the pixie like woman, forever young. “I just…Oh Jazz…” She shakes her head, the carefully sits down beside him. “I saw it, and Edward…well, he overreacted.”

He groans. “I’m so sorry Alice, I never meant to!” His apologies are stopped by the slight pressure of her cool lips on his.

“Jasper Whitlock Hale Cullen,” she begins softly. “I know you didn’t mean to. It was a…”

“Mistake?” He offers.

She smiles slightly. “Yes, a mistake. I would forgive you, if there was something to forgive.”

He shakes his head, smiling despite himself. “I love you, Alice. I really do. Without you, I would still be a ruthless, heartless, cruel murderer.”

“Oh, Jazz! You’re amazing, even without me! Now, let’s get back home and face the others, alright?” She pulls on his hand, dragging him up from the dirt. They run through the dense forest.

“JASPER! GET AWAY FROM HERE!” They hear the outraged cry the moment they brake through the trees, into the view of the large white mansion.

He shrinks back from the rage and venom pouring from the vampire in the house.

She smiles sadly at him. “He’ll come round, don’t worry, love.”

He squeezes her hand. “I’m…sorry,” He mutters, knowing the enraged vampire can hear him.

“It’s not okay,” Says the voice stubbornly.

He squeezes her hand. “Sorry, love,” He murmurs, nearly silently.

Her only reply is to kiss him lightly. “Even the strongest of us fall off the wagon sometimes, right?”