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Post by Jasper Hale on Dec 10, 2009 11:52:13 GMT -5
 Jasper was in an absolutely fowl mood. Alice was not here, most of the other Cullens were occupied with their significant others, and Jasper was ready to kill someone . . . quite literally. Well, to be more specific, he was ready to suck the blood out of a human. The smell that he was surrounded with was unbearable, and he found himself in physical pain by his inability to kill a human. No. He could do it. They were so fragile, so easy to kill, so delicious to drink . . . . . . Oh where was his Alice right now. He did not want to trouble her. It was rather frustrating for him to be constantly need someone to calm him down, to control his desire to drink human blood. He would suffer through this . . . somehow. But how could he? The smell was everywhere. It was haunting him. It would push him over the edge of madness, until he became a monster once again. Until he went back to the way Maria had made him . . . no. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
And then a thought hit him. When Jasper was like this, all rationality left him and he became desperate. So with that lack of thinking ahead, he ran, as fast as his vampire speed could take him. He went so fast, he did not even hesitate when he crossed the border straight into La Push, and thus, breaking the treaty. The thought had barley occurred to him. It was either suffer his own death, or kill humans . . . he would take that risk. He did not stop moving. If he stopped moving, he may have realized the massive error he had just made. He would have realized the severe consequences of his actions, but he kept running. He kept speeding through the trees. He did not even stop when he saw her house. Instead, he moved quickly towards it and jumped up through the window until his feet were planted onto her bedroom floor. He had never been in Leah's house before, but it was easy to trace her smell. It was most strong in the room he was in, and that was because it was Leah Clearwater's bedroom.
He took a couple of steps towards her bed. She was in a deep slumber, and Jasper did not know how to wake her up. If he shocked her to awake, then she may bite him and he did not want to take that risk. Considering his mood, he was not sure how much he would be able to hold himself back. He needed her to get up. He needed her to come with him. The horrible smell of a wolf was not enough to rid the smell of other humans . . . he could even pick up the scent of her mother . . . . .
Jasper stood, towering over her bed. The collar on his jacket was popped up, concealing part of his face. It was his way of being inconspicuous among the human crowd. His hair was untamed; each curl was sticking out in a different direction. His eyes were black, as black as they could possibly be, and his eyes were narrowed on to her. If looks could kill, his expression surely would have murdered someone right now.
He was losing his control. Not that he would ever kill Leah, but if she did not wake up soon . . . he was going to kill an innocent human. She had better wake up . . . and soon. In the meantime, Jasper would just stand there, staring at her, trying to control himself from jumping back out the window and finding his next human meal.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 10, 2009 21:57:19 GMT -5
Leah wasn't in to white boys, but JP wasn't to white and he was build for the type of fun Leah's dreaming mind was letting her have. He was tall enough to be her height, and had hair you could 'hold on to'. His muscled body stood posed beside her bed as he looked at her with tormented eyes. Leah could feel his eyes on her (and oddly the hair on the back of her neck was standing up, as if in warning) . . . Wait, why was her body warning her about JP? Leah knew she was starting to wake up as she started to pick up a faint scent. Eww, Wait, WHY did JP suddenly smell like she was inhaling bleach?! A sickeningly sweet burning smell?
Leah's eyes flew open as her mind came back to her body and she realized it wasn't JP.
There was a vampire in her room.
Sitting up quickly her eyes flew around the room but came to rest on . . . . Jasper?! The moment they did however, she moved back noticing the look on his face. She wasn't sure if she would have to defend her self from him or--BAM. On moment Leah was moving back trying to make since of things the next she was on the floor wondering WHAT THE HELL. "Jasper?" Leah asked from the floor. "What. The. Fuck?" Lifting up she looked over the bed at him.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Dec 12, 2009 11:32:42 GMT -5
Jasper felt the change in her emotions, but it was to be expected. Though he did not take them into consideration when he had entered her room. Following her question, he quickly grabbed a pair of pants closest to him, and tossed them to her. "Get dressed," he said in a montone, yet strict tone. "We must go." As the smell of another human in the room mixed with the sickening smell of wolf, Jasper felt conflicted. Should he leave the room so that the human smell was dominant; or should he stayed in here to divert himself by absorbing the horrible smell of wolf? Leah had better get dressed quickly. Jasper turned his back to her, implying that she could not get dressed because he was not looking at her. . . in fact, he fully expected her to get dressed right this second for he was not wasting any time.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 16, 2009 22:27:03 GMT -5
Jeans hit Leah in the face and she pulled them down, her short hair sticking up every which way it could. He stood up to yell at him bu then noticed she WAS in her underwear . . . .. OH DAMN IT! THE LEECH SAW HER IN HER UNDERWEAR! "Are you out of your effing mind?!" Leah yelled at him and she heard her mother pause down below, before she keep moving. Even with human hearing, her mother had to have heard that, Leah was guessing Sue Clearwater was either to in much of a hurry to come check on her, or trying to give her space.
Leah lid on her jeans and grabbed a tee-shirt to hide her under things before looking around. OH GOOD === OH!----NO!---WAit! FFUUCCKKKK! Leah's voice came out stranded and whispered, and panicked! "YOUR IN LA PUSH! WHY are you La Push!" She hurried to the window and looked out, and tired to hear. So far, no wolves were cricleing the house! Give them time! "You've turned my house into ground zero! They will come HERE to kill you! Are you of our of your effing mind?!" She asked . . . . again.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Dec 17, 2009 10:58:28 GMT -5
"Obviously I am in La Push. I would prefer getting out of La Push but you seem to be taking quite some time to get dressed." Jasper did not understand what she had meant . . . well, in a way, he did understand. Had he been more rational . . . but right now, he was too worried about killing her mother rather than realize what he had done, and what the wolves currently had the right to do. Leah's panicked emotions was not helping Jasper either . . . in fact, it was making matters worse. He needed Leah to calm down, but he could not focus enough to make her, because he was finding it nearly impossible to himself.
Hearing her mother's scent nearing the room, he froze, and yet, was prepared to move in a second. "We need to go," he said in a dark voice, his eyes becoming more black, if that was even possible at this point. "Now," he added, to emphasize his desperation to leave before he did something he would greatly regret.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 19, 2009 10:58:30 GMT -5
Leah watched him for a moment, before running to her door frame, and looking out of it, "MOM! TO SHOPPING!" Leah barked out, and paused as she heard her mother pause again. Leah waited for a moment, half afraid that Sue would come up here, but Sue must had heard something in Leah's voice mixed in with the mumbled voices coming from Leah's room. Shortly after Leah yelled, the sounds of Sue leaving the house could be heard. Leah knew there would be hell later for that, but right now she had other issues.
Such as a hungry leech in her bed room. "Look, Sparkles, your risking more then just you life by being here. You need to leave! If we can get you to the water, you can swim south until the pack can't pick up your scent. Why did you even come here?! It's not sane, your the sane one! This is something beyond the sane! My house is now an attack zone! They will come here for YOU!"
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Post by Jasper Hale on Dec 19, 2009 11:47:01 GMT -5
Jasper felt a very small amount of relief when her mother left. The temptation did not subside however. He was still ready to kill any human who came in close proximity . . . in fact, he had to fight the urge to not follow her mother out the door. As Leah went on about the risks he was taking, and by his obvious insanity, he was only half listening. While he knew he would be extremely outnumbered if all the wolves came, and it would most probably lead to his death . . . he also knew that at this point, he was not clear minded enough to walk away from the fight. He would engage in it, and cause as much harm as he could before he himself was taken out. And yet, that thought did not phase him . . . he just became more provoked and more agitated.
"We need to go. I need to hunt. I can not think." His short, fragmented sentence were getting worse and worse. He needed to clear his mind, he needed to taste the blood . . . human blood . . . no, wait . . . animal blood . . . darn it. Human blood would have been so much better. No wait, Alice would be disappointed it. And yet he would be satisfied . . . but he had been a monster, causing so much pain . . . but he was selfish right now.
"Leah, we must go." His voice was filled with more urgency and desperation.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 19, 2009 21:10:22 GMT -5
Right, Sparkles was in full freak mode. Leah grabbed her shoes before looking over him once again and tossing them on the bed. She wasn't going to take them only to either destroy them or lose them in the woods. With his mood right now, she was willing to bet this would end only one way. . . . . . No, not them fighting, but her phasing so she could move faster and get him out of here. Besides, with her luck Paul or Sam would show up. Get him to the beach, in the water, and out of La Push. THAT was the plan.
Let him eat the fish.
"Come on." Leah said and left her room, hitting the steps quickly. While she didn't hear him so much as the air move from him following her, she could hear something else. "Back door." It was after school, kids were playing on the street. When she got to the back door, she noticed some more kids where in the backyards. Parents too. That wasn't good. "Just hold your breath and only follow him, don't think about anything else but following me tot he beach!" She looked back at him. "If you don't Jasper, I will be compelled to stop you." If the scent of a leech had not caught the pack's attention yet, the sounds of screams and roars would. Leah was looking at Jasper, when she said it, her back to the glass sliding door. She was focused on Jasper and at first didn't notice the spreading heat along her back, at lest not until faint edges of the light went past her and landed on him. Fuck.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Dec 22, 2009 13:05:12 GMT -5
Jasper's lack of self control was what had led him to Leah's bedroom, so even with her threat of stopping him . . . Jasper was not entirely certain that he could refrain himself. It was better to not walk past any humans . . . especially small, young, vulnerable children . . . . . . . . . . Jasper held his breath. He was going to have to listen if he was to get out of this place . . . as soon as possible. Unfortunately, that was not going to happen. Though at first, he was not sure why. He was too distracted, looking at the humans outside, to notice that there was sun outside and thus, his skin reacted in a bizarre way.
"Let's go," he said, staring at the children, feeling his mouth become more dry by the second. He was not even looking at Leah. Just at the humans outside . . . the ones that were so close . . . all he had to do was open the door and go outside. "We have to go," he added, trying to pull himself away from the trance he found himself in. He needed to get out of here. "Now." He knew he was just repeating himself but he was at a loss for any other words. He was feeling weak, and hungry.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 23, 2009 22:06:49 GMT -5
"Right, Sparkles, and you tell the parents that is just glitter on you." Leah said, with annoyance and glare in her voice. Jasper was on the edge and Leah could see it. She had seen Jasper fight, and she wasn't sure she could take him (or slow him down to much). ((She would NEVER admit to that to ANYONE but she knew better then to thank that she could take him down)). She knew she needed to get him out of here somehow. Leah looked over at the clock. Two hours until dusk, but Leah was hoping the clouds came sooner then the nightfall.
Why the hell had he come HERE?
Leah was trying to work out a plan in her mind when she noticed Jasper was looking rather . . . creepier then normal. Not good, not good at all! She looked around as if trying to decided on something then it hit. Oh yes. Her mood lifted and she looked up at him sheepish. "So, did I tell you I imprinted yesterday?" Leah said before walking away from him, deeper into the house. (Away from windows). She was joking of course, she had only lied to Paul yesterday about imprinting on his son but oh well. (A)
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jan 17, 2010 11:35:06 GMT -5
Jasper just ignored Leah's sarcasm . . . as he often did but this time, it was mostly because he was not listening, and he just did not care. He could expose himself, if it meant fulfilling this dryness in his throat . . . but wait, he could not do that to his family. And yet, he felt so selfish in this moment . . . he needed to get out of here. He needed to go to a place where there were no humans; did such a place exist in the world?
Did I tell you I imprinted yesterday?
"And?" Jasper was once again, not listening. The words did not register; he was too busy looking at the defenseless, weak little children playing outside. It was not until she began to walk away, that the words hit him. He slowly turned and looked at her. ". . . What?" There was surprise behind his voice, but it was not as expressive as it could have been for he was still in a dark place. Had he been thinking, he would have been able to make the connection that he emotions did not reflect that she had in fact imprinted, but at this moment, he believed her . . . and he welcomed the subject distraction. He slowly took a couple of steps towards it, though it was very reluctant; he felt as if something, or someone was pulling him in the direction towards the children, but he fought it, and followed Leah instead. "With who?" He asked, trying to control his voice from sounding as weak as he felt.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Jan 26, 2010 1:17:56 GMT -5
Leah noticed Jasper's reaction and decided telling him she was joking wasn't smart at the moment. She walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer, to remove a steak from it. Jasper might be here because he was hungry but Leah wasn't going to use her manners at the moment. Maybe the smell of food would gross him out. "It's funny you asked!" She gave an proud laugh, only she was proud at her joke on Paul not her random imprinting. "Paul and Rachael had two kids, ya know."
"One is a baby girl, looks like her Dad, poor kid. Her name is something random, I dunno. Mekki or wikka or something. ANYWHO, then Paul brags on his son. I think, jerk! Brag about it a bit more and I am gonna bit you. Then I see the kid!" By this time, Leah had turned on the stove and started cooking the steak on an in-door grill. "His name is--" Oh crap! "--Meshie!" Right?
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jan 27, 2010 11:20:53 GMT -5
The smell of the steak was sickening. But it eliminated some of the human blood smell . . . . . . but not by much. While Jasper was closer to Leah, his back was towards her as his gaze still rested on the children outside. He was standing in the kitchen, regretful that the smell of steak was not strong enough to dominate his senses so that he would not feel the temptation to sink his teeth into those weak little children. He tried to use her words as a distraction . . . that was a little more effective, because her words were rather distracting indeed.
"You imprinted on Paul's son? Is he not the wolf who has a temper problem?" Jasper only knew what Leah told him of the wolves, and from the way she talked about Paul . . . . well, it just sounded like neither of them got along. Meshie? Wikka? These children had rather unfortunate names. "I suppose a congratulations is in order." Jasper did not know what else to say. He just hoped she kept talking so that he would have to keep listening as his thoughts would be focused elsewhere. Eventually, it was going to hit Jasper harder . . . and he was going to actually realize what Leah imprinting had truly meant. But for now, her information was just like music in the background.
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