Hundreds of years into the future, the Cullens live in Panem, a country that lies in the ruins of North America. The poverty-ridden nation is ruled under the iron fist of the Capitol, a ruthless group of dictators, who force the citizens to compete in the Hunger Games. To show the people if they revolt again, they will be crushed.But what truly caused the war? The humans think they know- but do they really? Guilt-ridden and miserable, Jasper volunteers for the games. But he's not the only supernatural being out there... there are others that have withstood the sands of time. Crossover between Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games and Twilight. Contains spoilers.
2. Chapter 2
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The crowd was silent as I walked up to the platform, but the emotions pounded me from all sides. Confusion, wonder, relief. And a glint of hope. Finally, someone who looked as if they could stand a chance.
“And what’s your name?”
“Jasper…” I looked back to the Cullens, unsure what to say. The name Hale would sound strange nowadays.
“Whitlock” Esme mouthed.
“Jasper Whitlock.” A name long forgotten. Jasper Whitlock had “died” at war centuries ago.
“Welcome to the games Jasper.” Effie nodded.
Formalities were exchanged, speeches made and I was quickly bustled off to the train station.
I was led to a small room in the station, plainly furnished with a small couch and a painting. I sat and leaned back, staring at the ceiling, finally left alone with my thoughts. I argued with myself.
What was I thinking? The Hunger Games? It’s a suicide mission!
Don’t be ridiculous. You’re a VAMPIRE. You could snap each of their necks like a toothpick.
But how? With cameras watching your every move, how could you hunt? How could you drink or kill, without arousing suspicion? Without being discovered, without bringing the Volturi running… again?
The door opened, and I stood up.
“Son…” Carlisle said.
Esme burst through the door behind him. “Jasper!” she hugged me, tightly. “Oh, my boy. You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do.” I replied. I tried to calm her down. If she hadn’t been a vampire, the front of my shirt would be soaked.
Emmet slugged my shoulder. “Good luck, man.” He coughed loudly.
“Yeah, whatever. Good luck and all that.” Rosalie muttered from her corner.
Renesmee hobbled over with her parents at her sides. “We’ll miss you.”
“If only I were a physical shield, I could help you. If I were like Renata, I…” Bella whispered.
“Don’t beat yourself up over it.”
Edward shushed her. “It’s alright, love.” He took my hand. “We wish you the best.”
I nodded and sat back down, expecting them to leave, when Renesmee’s voice called out.
I looked into her adoring brown-eyed gaze, and realized, I didn’t know. To protect her? The little boy?
“It just feels right.” Then I noticed it.
“She insisted we visit without her.” Carlisle replied solemnly.
My heart shattered. My love, my beautiful faerie, the light in my world- she wasn’t coming. Had I really hurt her that much? Was she too ashamed to say goodbye?
“I’m sorry Jasper.” Carlisle murmured, placing a cool hand on my shoulder. “She must have had a good reason for it.”
I shrugged his hand away.
Esme kissed my forehead. “We’ll be rooting for you.”
“You kick some ass out there, ‘kay?” Emmett said.
“Bye Jazz.” They chorused.
I didn’t respond.
Once they had left, I sat back down again.
I looked around for something to break, when the door opened again. In walked a man, who looked slightly familiar.
“Jasper Whitlock?” He inquired.
“Sterling! He’s in here.”
In walked the little boy from the Reaping. Of course! He was a spitting image of his father.
“We just wanted to thank you.” His mother said as she walked into the room behind him.
“No problem.” I muttered.
They looked at me strangely. To hear the hunger Games referred to as “no problem” was not something you heard often.
“You didn’t have to do this.”
I smirked. “That’s what people keep telling me.”
“Words can’t express how thankful we are. Thank you so much.”
They turned to go. “Wait!” Sterling shouted, the first thing he said the entire time. He fumbled in his pocket, and handed me a folded up sheet of paper. It was an ad for the Games.
“Turn it over.” He said excitedly.
It was a drawing. A figure with a yellow smudge of hair stood over something scribbled in brown crayon. Me and… a bear? The area around our feet was entirely red. A chill ran down my spine. “Thanks.”
He beamed. “You’re welcome mister.”
I folded it back up. “What made you think of this?”
He shrugged. “I dunno… It just came to me, I guess.”
“Have you ever…”
“Excuse me.” It was the mayor. “Visiting time is over. We’re taking Mr. Whitlock down to the train. Bid farewell to your tributes.”
The Tolls nodded. “Good luck Jasper.”
I smiled grimly, and they left.