- Jasper, Hale
The voice had the same sharpness to it, like the edge of a cold steel blade invading my skin, I shuddered from her appearance. “Who are you?”
“Why, don’t you remember me? I’m your old friend!”
Her crimson eyes settled against my chest where the rusted medal hung, her fingers curled like the talons of an eagle. My mind was rushing back, flicking through numerous images until I settled on the photograph: short brown hair, green eyes and born of Mexican descent. “Roxanne, is that you?”
“No!” she screamed, her eyes bulging. “I am Maria!” She ran right up to me and stroked her hand against my face, I caught it but she was stronger and had it flipped around my back before I could react.
She’s delusional, I remembered Maria showing me her little sister that was part of the evacuees that had escaped the city; she had said ‘she has a little problem with her temper and her mind, she’s a little crazy.’ She didn’t leave go of my arm, “I am going to create a bigger newborn army than Maria ever did, and do what she failed to complete,” she hissed like a coiled snake.
I could feel the flow of strength under my skin, my muscles contracting, and my lips pulled back into a snarl, malice lacing my face. I would never go back to my old lifestyle, “You are not Maria, Roxanne, and you can do better? Didn’t she hurt you by leaving you to that care home?”
Her little oval shaped face suddenly hung limply, “I will never forget the day she left me there, but now I understood why she did.” She slapped her head childishly, “Newborns, why didn’t I think of that?”
“When did Maria turn you?”
Her brow furrowed and she twisted my arm further around my back, I felt the pain coarse through my body like poison. “A few months before you killed her,” she screeched. “Now, our little family has been waiting for a reunion for a while now. Let’s go!”
She released me, my legs started to move, the muscle’s tugging me away from the house. Something hammered against my brain, my mental defences shattering into thousands of pieces, each one mirrored my horror. She has a gift!
Roxanne giggled, her voice high-pitched, “My gift was quite a strange one,” she chimed away happily as she pranced along the wasteland, “Maria said it was unique, she was the one to help me master it.”
My emotional manipulation wasn’t a talent I could use at this point, her feelings were in turmoil. One minute ridiculously silly and feminine and the next evil and scheming like her sister. With her mental problems, I wouldn’t be able to help the poor creature. “What is your talent, child?”
“DON’T CALL ME A CHILD!” she cried furiously. Sighing; her tone settled to an octave lower than usual, soft and shrill like a baby, “My talent is that I can make people do what I want, and I can make their bodies twist in pain or walk away free if I wanted.” Sounds like Jane’s other long lost twin, I mocked sarcastically.
Roxanne’s blood red eyes supported her rage, her fingers clicked and every inch of me burst into flames, like I was combusting, her high cries of joy and happiness where faded into the distance. “Don’t you mock me, Jasper Hale,” she screamed.
A cable snapped inside me and I was on the grounds, my palms face down and my head buried into my chest, “How do you know my name?” I panted breathlessly.
“Newborns can come in handy for spying.”
My heart throbbed, Alice! They would be watching her, and if I didn’t go they could kill her, then my life would end. I would nothing to go back to, my heart would be truly hallow and empty. I cradled my last memory of her dancing around the room, her pixie styled hair fluttering in the slight breeze, and it would be all I have of her. What if she came after me, no! I would have to stop her from following me.
Roxanne was occupied watching an ant hill nearby, but I could still feel her presence against my brain, for once I would be so grateful for Bella’s mental shield. In a large boulder I carved a few last words of goodbye with an angular stone; she would find this, I knew she would follow my scent. Forgive me, I wrote last, hopefully she would understand the lengths I’d do to protect her.
Roxanna carried on, my legs dragging me onwards; I could still hear the faint tinge of Alice’s laughter in the breeze. I love you so much, I whispered to myself.
- Alice, Cullen
“It’s been a week and Jasper still isn’t back from Texas, I’m worried about him Carlisle. He never takes this long,” I struggled to release my emotions, everything was out of control. Jasper was my balance, like a pair of scales – he kept everything right.
A shuffle in the kitchen, Seth and Jacob appeared from the doorway. “Hey shortie, what’s up?” he answered back with his mouth full of Esme’s food.
Edward replied; I couldn’t open my mouth to explain anything. “Jasper’s went to Texas a week ago, he hasn’t returned. Alice –” he stressed the word bring Jacob to grin since he had grown accustomed to calling me ‘shortie’ –“is worried about him. She wants to go to Texas, Bella with her.”
“Bella?” he asked full of disbelief. Sitting by the piano with Renesmee, whose was practicing Esme’s favorite, Bella shrugged, “Alice might need protection and I’m the only shield around here, I don’t want to leave my sister unprotected against whatever is out there.”
We had agreed not to share the specifics, we knew together that Jasper was in danger and Bella has agreed to come. Of course we had put up safe guards to ensure Edward didn’t find out, now he was agreeing but still worrying. “I would to go with them but there refusing, what do you think Carlisle?”
There were a few silent seconds before an answer escaped his mouth, “Let them go?”
Edward’s face was creased with worry, I could tell he was reading Carlisle’s mind. You really should let me come, but if you’s want to go alone make sure you are safe, his voice cut off in my head and he smiled towards me.
“We will leave soon.”
Everyone nodded, me and Bella departed upstairs, we walked into mine and Jasper’s shared bedroom and collected our bags. “Do you think they suspected anything,” she whispered in a low voice.
“Let’s hope they didn’t.”
It wasn’t long before we had all said our goodbyes and were racing towards the airport, the flight was short – Bella with her head back on the seat while I searched for any sign of Jasper amongst the future, nothing! When we landed the Porsche was already in place and we were meandering through the landscape at top speeds. I would find Jasper, if it was the last thing I do!
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