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smartcarefulandyou) wrote2020-06-28 09:29 am
smartcarefulandyou) wrote2020-06-28 09:29 am
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you weren't good to me
“They’re going to betray you.”
Maria freezes, her hand paused in its path down Jasper’s stomach, her fingers tucked into the edge of his pants. She pointedly looks at her hand, then his face, an eyebrow raised. “This very moment?”
Jasper scowls at her, his red eyes narrowed as he pushes himself up on his elbows. “Well, no, not right now, but--”
“Yes,” she grins, letting her hand continue its journey, taking him into her hand as she swings her leg over him, settling on his lap, her hand trapped between them. He inhales sharply and Dios, she does love that noise. “I know, Jasper, mi amante, that Nettie and Lucy are plotting their revenge for making them look like idiotas, but they won’t dare attack me with you around.
“Besides,” Maria leans forward, applying more pressure with her hand, her lips mere centimetres from his ear. He shivers and she grins, her free hand tracing one of the bite marks at his neck. “I’m trying to give you a treat--”
He growls and she laughs in delight as he drags her head down to kiss her, his hand tight in her hair.
Lucy and Nettie aren’t mentioned the rest of the night.
---
The next day, though, Maria whispers her plan to Jasper in the early morning dew. He sits between her legs as she traces the scars on his back, detailing how the girls will wait until Maria is alone, so they must strike first.
“You cannot be with me at all times,” she reminds him, finger tapping his lip when he scowls at her. “Well, you can’t. And I don’t want you to be. You must do your job too, Jasper.”
In the end, it’s almost too easy.
Nettie and Lucy go down almost comically fast. Jasper’s powers overwhelmed them, like Maria knew they would and while he holds them still, she takes their heads and sets them aflame. If something other than vengeance burned through Maria, she might be sad about losing two friends.
Maybe it’s Jasper, calming her emotions. She can’t be bothered to be annoyed about it. She turns with a twirl of her skirt and stalks back to her tent, barking at the newborns to get out of her way.
Jasper doesn’t come to her that night.
---
When Jasper lets Peter run, with that newborn girl, she nearly rips his head off. He doesn’t try to placate her, just takes her screaming, her ranting and raving. Her fingers close on his chin, making him look at her.
Wild-eyed, she hisses a whisper: “What if they go to the Volturi?”
Jasper winces, the dark shadows under his eyes making him look deadened, his face looking thin, even if she knows that’s impossible. He’s lost his zeal, any semblance of happiness he ever had.
And it’s fucking infuriating.
“¡Di algo!” She snaps at him, slapping him, trying to get any reaction out of him but he just looks straight ahead, his lips pressed together. For a moment, fear plumes through her, blossoming like ink in water, and she steps back from him, before quashing it, before letting him take that from her and use it against her.
Backing out of the room, she leaves him there.
---
She grows paranoid.
Not that she uses those words. But she thinks Jasper uses them, even if he doesn’t say them in her presence. He’s distant, withdrawing from her.
Nevermind she’s done the same, and perhaps first and perhaps is causing his withdrawal from her. She doesn’t think about that. No, it’s more likely and obvious that he is doing this on his own.
She thinks to herself: I have to kill him before he kills me and sets a plan in motion. Only, when she goes to enact it, Jasper standing there like nothing can stop her, it’s cut short--helped by his old friend, Peter.
They run. A few newborns give chase but break off when Jasper changes their emotions. Maria screams in a rage and--
---
Time passes. Decades, without a second thought to Jasper. Then, in 1962, she hears word of him. From Peter and Charlotte, no less. They run into each other in Northern Texas, the furthest out from Monterrey she’s traveled in a while.
Charlotte, nervous the whole time, and Peter, so angry still. She’s surprised, honestly, it doesn’t come to blows. But they leave, as quickly as they arrived, without a backward glance. With just a word of warning:
Let him be, Maria. Let him be.
---
It takes her another year to actually find Jasper. He’s in Calgary, of all places. A place she’s never been to--a place that doesn’t seem fitting for him. He’s a boy of the South, like her, should be in the sun, the desert, the heat.
And he’s married now. Living with a family. She appears on their doorstep, and he’s waiting for her, as if he knew she’d be there.
“Peter?”
“No,” is all he says to that.
Her gaze finds his wife’s, leaning on the banister of the stairs to the second floor, another vampire behind her, his bronze hair pushed back, his hand on the railing next to the woman’s.
Jasper introduces them, ever polite. Maria, meet my wife, Alice. Alice, Maria.
“Tu propietario.” Maria sneers.
But Jasper doesn’t rise to the challenge, and neither does his wife. He merely corrects her, then looks at her with eyes full of pity. She wants to slap it off his face.
Still, he is weak around her. She kisses him outside, pushing all of her lust and need at him and he can’t resist it, he never could. And when fortune smiles upon her and a hiker is injured nearby--
Well. He could never resist the taste of blood either.
---
He’s stronger than she’d hoped, and he’s gone so fast, back to his wife. She leaves, annoyed, angry, sad. She won’t let that last one out though. She’s not lonely, she’s fine. She’s not desperate, she’s fine--
And then Alice is there, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her through a fucking tree.
Maria sees red, but Alice sees what she’s planning and stops her at every turn. Alice with her hands around Maria’s neck and she can feel the splintering, the cracking of her skin and she thinks this is a really stupid way to go, at the hands of her ex’s jealous wife.
Then she’s gone, the weight of the girl off of her, leaving Maria to gasp air into her lungs in a decidedly human fashion. The doctor is there, with Alice behind him, telling her to go. The man the others call Carlisle, or father.
Maria goes. She’s not up for another fight tonight, not after two trees have been felled. Even though she’s stronger than Alice, just fed, elated on blood, but the other girl is something else. A bruja of a vampire. Something special about her that Maria doesn’t like at all.
So she leaves.
For now.
But Maria doesn’t stay down for long.
Maria freezes, her hand paused in its path down Jasper’s stomach, her fingers tucked into the edge of his pants. She pointedly looks at her hand, then his face, an eyebrow raised. “This very moment?”
Jasper scowls at her, his red eyes narrowed as he pushes himself up on his elbows. “Well, no, not right now, but--”
“Yes,” she grins, letting her hand continue its journey, taking him into her hand as she swings her leg over him, settling on his lap, her hand trapped between them. He inhales sharply and Dios, she does love that noise. “I know, Jasper, mi amante, that Nettie and Lucy are plotting their revenge for making them look like idiotas, but they won’t dare attack me with you around.
“Besides,” Maria leans forward, applying more pressure with her hand, her lips mere centimetres from his ear. He shivers and she grins, her free hand tracing one of the bite marks at his neck. “I’m trying to give you a treat--”
He growls and she laughs in delight as he drags her head down to kiss her, his hand tight in her hair.
Lucy and Nettie aren’t mentioned the rest of the night.
---
The next day, though, Maria whispers her plan to Jasper in the early morning dew. He sits between her legs as she traces the scars on his back, detailing how the girls will wait until Maria is alone, so they must strike first.
“You cannot be with me at all times,” she reminds him, finger tapping his lip when he scowls at her. “Well, you can’t. And I don’t want you to be. You must do your job too, Jasper.”
In the end, it’s almost too easy.
Nettie and Lucy go down almost comically fast. Jasper’s powers overwhelmed them, like Maria knew they would and while he holds them still, she takes their heads and sets them aflame. If something other than vengeance burned through Maria, she might be sad about losing two friends.
Maybe it’s Jasper, calming her emotions. She can’t be bothered to be annoyed about it. She turns with a twirl of her skirt and stalks back to her tent, barking at the newborns to get out of her way.
Jasper doesn’t come to her that night.
---
When Jasper lets Peter run, with that newborn girl, she nearly rips his head off. He doesn’t try to placate her, just takes her screaming, her ranting and raving. Her fingers close on his chin, making him look at her.
Wild-eyed, she hisses a whisper: “What if they go to the Volturi?”
Jasper winces, the dark shadows under his eyes making him look deadened, his face looking thin, even if she knows that’s impossible. He’s lost his zeal, any semblance of happiness he ever had.
And it’s fucking infuriating.
“¡Di algo!” She snaps at him, slapping him, trying to get any reaction out of him but he just looks straight ahead, his lips pressed together. For a moment, fear plumes through her, blossoming like ink in water, and she steps back from him, before quashing it, before letting him take that from her and use it against her.
Backing out of the room, she leaves him there.
---
She grows paranoid.
Not that she uses those words. But she thinks Jasper uses them, even if he doesn’t say them in her presence. He’s distant, withdrawing from her.
Nevermind she’s done the same, and perhaps first and perhaps is causing his withdrawal from her. She doesn’t think about that. No, it’s more likely and obvious that he is doing this on his own.
She thinks to herself: I have to kill him before he kills me and sets a plan in motion. Only, when she goes to enact it, Jasper standing there like nothing can stop her, it’s cut short--helped by his old friend, Peter.
They run. A few newborns give chase but break off when Jasper changes their emotions. Maria screams in a rage and--
---
Time passes. Decades, without a second thought to Jasper. Then, in 1962, she hears word of him. From Peter and Charlotte, no less. They run into each other in Northern Texas, the furthest out from Monterrey she’s traveled in a while.
Charlotte, nervous the whole time, and Peter, so angry still. She’s surprised, honestly, it doesn’t come to blows. But they leave, as quickly as they arrived, without a backward glance. With just a word of warning:
Let him be, Maria. Let him be.
---
It takes her another year to actually find Jasper. He’s in Calgary, of all places. A place she’s never been to--a place that doesn’t seem fitting for him. He’s a boy of the South, like her, should be in the sun, the desert, the heat.
And he’s married now. Living with a family. She appears on their doorstep, and he’s waiting for her, as if he knew she’d be there.
“Peter?”
“No,” is all he says to that.
Her gaze finds his wife’s, leaning on the banister of the stairs to the second floor, another vampire behind her, his bronze hair pushed back, his hand on the railing next to the woman’s.
Jasper introduces them, ever polite. Maria, meet my wife, Alice. Alice, Maria.
“Tu propietario.” Maria sneers.
But Jasper doesn’t rise to the challenge, and neither does his wife. He merely corrects her, then looks at her with eyes full of pity. She wants to slap it off his face.
Still, he is weak around her. She kisses him outside, pushing all of her lust and need at him and he can’t resist it, he never could. And when fortune smiles upon her and a hiker is injured nearby--
Well. He could never resist the taste of blood either.
---
He’s stronger than she’d hoped, and he’s gone so fast, back to his wife. She leaves, annoyed, angry, sad. She won’t let that last one out though. She’s not lonely, she’s fine. She’s not desperate, she’s fine--
And then Alice is there, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her through a fucking tree.
Maria sees red, but Alice sees what she’s planning and stops her at every turn. Alice with her hands around Maria’s neck and she can feel the splintering, the cracking of her skin and she thinks this is a really stupid way to go, at the hands of her ex’s jealous wife.
Then she’s gone, the weight of the girl off of her, leaving Maria to gasp air into her lungs in a decidedly human fashion. The doctor is there, with Alice behind him, telling her to go. The man the others call Carlisle, or father.
Maria goes. She’s not up for another fight tonight, not after two trees have been felled. Even though she’s stronger than Alice, just fed, elated on blood, but the other girl is something else. A bruja of a vampire. Something special about her that Maria doesn’t like at all.
So she leaves.
For now.
But Maria doesn’t stay down for long.