The Value of Optimism
Previously title: Bloody Roses Jasper never really thought it would happen the way it did. Temptation is a frightful thing. Once in a while, you give in. Bella was just too good to pass up. Like chocolate. Now, Jasper Hale becomes the animalistic Jasper Whitlock again, but he has a partner who shows him the true value of optimism.
Huzzah for revamping! I intend on editing and stuffing every existing chapter! Woot! Renamed and rebannered. Now I need a beta.... I am so sorry for all of you who love Bella and happy endings. I got this idea after I read a story about Jasper feelings when her attacked Bella.
4. The Value of Optimism
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Those chocolate eyes. The very ones that haunted me. They were mesmerizing. I was falling, falling so fast. Falling into a pool of rich, decadent chocolate. Warmth around my cold, hard body. Enveloping me. And then, nothing.
I had left the Bella look-alike alone so I could hunt. It was too much to sit and smell her. I found a nice criminal who was excited over killing a teenage girl in her bed, after he wrongly ravaged her body. I relished his blood. I'd become a cold creature. I didn't mind his pain and anguish. The son of a bitch deserved it. I drank slowly and relished it all. Warmth, taste, smell. He was tainted by alcohol, yes, but still delicious.
I found her still. Her heart was not beating. She was, as it seemed, dead. I walked over to her, slowly, and bent over her. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. They were brilliant red.
It took her a millisecond to notice my scars. She was against the wall making a deep growling noise. I stood where I was and smiled at her.
"It's okay. I have no intention to hurt you." I laughed a harsh chuckle. "I've taken enough from you." She stood slightly. She was blinking rapidly and her mouth opened and closed.
"Well, speak. You want to, I'm sure." Her eyes narrowed.
"Who the hell are you and what the fuck am I - ," She stopped and grasped her throat. I would image her new voice was baffling her. It was beautiful. Imagine melting Rosalie's golden bell voce and Alice's wind chime one together. I stared at her face. She stared at mine.
She looked like some sort of angel. Her eyes were framed with thick eyelashes. She had Bella's pouting lips. The upper lip was slightly too thick to balance out. She had a small button nose. Heart shaped face, widow's peak, straight eyebrows...
My eyes traveled down. She was curvy like Bella but didn't dress as Bella did. She was no stranger to low cut tee shirts, apparently. My grand conclusion? This woman was sexy. Shut up, Jasper. You don't even know her!
"You...you never answered my question..." My eyes snapped up to her face. I swallowed. <br /> "Uh...Jasper," For a second, I thought.
I am not a Hale anymore. Not anymore than I'm a Cullen. Blood, anger, revenge...I had returned to my roots, my beginning. Except, this time, I would be more tamed. I could only be one person now. And he wasn't a fucking vegetarian.
"Jasper Whitlock, ma'am. I do apologize for what you've just gone through." She laughed.
"If you're so sorry, why don't you tell me what the hell I am? I can't even see right! My voice is like a freaking bell or something. Why am I so pale?"
I chuckled. I couldn't help it. She sounded so...normal. Like she's gotten a bad haircut or bought new glasses. I took a step closer. She flattened against the wall.
"Look, come sit over here with me and I promise you will get explanations." She looked indecisive. She was confused and anxious. I smiled. She felt...Well, she liked me.
She slowly made her way to the couch. Have you ever watched a toddler walk? Well, that's how she looked. She tripped twice over nothing. This had to be Bella's twin. I felt sad suddenly. Finally, she was seated. I came and sat beside her. She scooted as far away as the loveseat allowed.
"Okay, first, can you tell me your name?" She looked at me then muttered, "Nina."
"Well, Nina, you are a vampire. Feel that burn in your throat? It's like a fire, right?" She nodded. "Well, that is because you need blood. Human blood is a vampire's first choice." I decided to wait and let her soak that in before I offered alternatives.
She sat for a long time. He emotions changed slowly. Surprised, angry, excited, nervous, sad, then she settled on optimistic.
"So, you're a vampire, too?" I nodded. "And, we kill humans to keep ourselves alive...?" Again, I nodded. She considered that for a moment.
"Well, I guess this is just my luck! I get stuck as an immortal. I always loved vampires. Now, I'm one." She chuckled. It occurred to me that she ought to hunt. Then, we could discuss her and her past.
"Nina, it would be a good time for you to feed," I looked around. "But, first take look at yourself." I got up and retrieved a mirror for her.
She gasped. And sighed. She was surprised and content. She twirled her chestnut hair around and smiled at me.
"I always wanted to be beautiful. Thank you!" She threw her arms around me. I stiffened. She let go and scooted back.
"No hugs, then? Fine. Lets go...hunt." I reached for her hand.
It was very easy with Nina. I didn't need to try. She was eager to find an evil doer and eat him. She hunted like it was natural from the start. A fierce lioness. She made mess, but seemed delighted in the blood which covered her. It was slightly disturbing. She laughed and licked her fingers. I was feeling mixed emotions. I was content jut watching her.
My new theory is that she seems like Bella and that's why I'm so comfortable with her. Bella was always around with Edward. Edward influenced her and sucked the fun from her. But enough on them.
I walked Nina back to the little cabin in the woods. She was happy and asked me about myself. I pretended like I wasn't slightly turned on by her covered in blood and with her clothes torn and shredded. She clasped my hand with a sure grip. It was like we'd known each other for year.
I learned several things about the human Nina. She had been in a relationship once. The guy abandoned her after she became pregnant. She gave birth to a sickly baby. She named her Natalie. Natalie died when she was four. It broke Nina to pieces. She told me that when a mother's child dies, it crushes her.
Nina contemplated suicide but knew it was wrong. I found her while she was on her way to her empty apartment. She said she'd needed an escape but could never find one. I saved her.
As we entered the little shack of a cabin, she called me her dark angel.