Paint Me Breathless

Feb 20, 2009 02:23


Hi! I just wanted to post my fic here, which is based on Twilight and a Het. JasperOC pairing just in case someone wants to read it here.
Chapter 1 (This is also on Fanfiction.net under the same title for Author and Fic Title with more chapters; just in case your wondering.) :D

Paint Me Breathless
By: Whatisupmysky

Warnings: Language, SPOLIERS (BOOK & MOVIE), future sensual/sexual themes.
Rating: M (future reasons)
Disclaimer: I don’t really understand why this is needed. I don’t own Twilight. There, plain and simple. Enjoy.

Chapter 1:  I Never Gave It Much Thought, To How I Would Die

I closed my eyes as the sweet, haunting sound of “Let Me Sign” played loudly threw the theatre speakers. The flashbacks of Bella and Edward spending time to together, lying in the snow covered ground was playing.

I looked to the side to see my mom’s face, full of glee to see the movie of the book she had fallen in love with. It was my sixth time seeing the movie and my mom’s eighth; she saw it twice without me.

I found it slightly hard to believe she was even more obsessed with the pop culture phenomenon that was “Twilight” then I was. I had to admit though; Robert Patterson made a pretty damn beautiful Edward, though I had pictured him a little differently.

We sat in our mall’s AMC theatre at 11:57pm if my watch was on time. The movie was almost over. I glanced one more time at my mother’s awe inspired expression, bemused at the almost painful oncoming wait she would experience until the movie come out on DVD.

I looked at Edward and his seemingly perfect visage. ‘Would you be like this in real life, like Stephanie Meyer wrote you?’ I wondered. ‘A vampire that still has the fragile heart of a human filled with desperate hopes and self-loathing thoughts.’ I thought back to the parts of the book that had me scared of him and the nomads. That words that made them out to be nothing but instinctual monsters. ‘Or would you just be a lovely face, with the dead, cold heart of a killer?’

I sighed, closing my eyes again. My mom was crying. She couldn’t help it; even I teared up a little whenever Edward said something particularly sappy to Bella. I heard her scoff when he asked Bella rhetorically, “Where am I gonna go?” during the ending hospital scenes.

“Alaska, apparently.” My mom muttered angrily, in reference to the second book. I chuckled at her show of annoyance. I’ll admit, even I hadn’t quite forgiven Edward for leaving Bella so abruptly.

I sang softly in my head to the song playing in the background of the dancing scene, during the part where Edward leads Bella to the beautiful gazebo. It was truly beautiful, with the bright white lights twinkling around the small platform, covering almost every inch of it.

I smiled when I heard Bella’s answer to Edward’s question. Duh. Of course she wants to be a monster. If it means being with you for eternity, then she would do anything. Why can’t you understand that Edward? I smiled grimly at my thoughts. She loves you, not what you are.

15 Step by Radiohead was playing now as Victoria made her way; smirking, down the staircase. My chair seemed to tremble by itself for a second, but I put it off as the loud bass from the theatre speakers as the reason.

It was after people began to leave that I realized I was mistaken. A girl was screaming somewhere to my left as the entire theatre began rocking. The screen was flickering spastically, showing glimpses of the actors and actresses before going black after showing Jackson Rathbone aka Jasper’s picture.

My mom was next to me, pulling me to the exit, trying to run despite the “PLEASE WALK, DO NOT RUN TO THE NEAREST EXIT,” crap at the start of the previews before the movie. The entire building felt like it was shaking and I could hear alarms in the distance. I tripped on some spilled slushy in the middle of the isle way, tearing my mom’s hand from my jacket.

She yelled for me in the utter darkness, panicking as she was forcefully pushed back into one of the stairways by the rocking room. I cried out a bit when I fell into a hard armrest, but pushed myself up quickly, ignoring the trickling wetness dripping down my arm. I couldn’t hear my mom anymore because a horrible groaning, cracking noise filled my ears. I looked up in time to see a piece of the ceiling breaking off and falling close to…wait a second, isn’t that where…?!

“MOM!” I screamed, just as the massive chunk fell, reveling the glowing moon and stars. I looked on in shock as the moon illuminated my mom’s horrified face before rock and dust blocked everything. I coughed at the plaster particles weakly as I fell shakily to my knees. “…mom.”

My heart was pounding hard, blood rushing threw my veins, giving me a boost of adrenaline, but I still felt weaker than I ever had in my life. There was no hope. I could barely see anything except what the moon illuminating through the cracks in the ceiling.

More debris and chunks of ceiling were falling, revealing more of the black, inky sky. I just crawled slowly threw all the discord, towards the stairs and leaned against the giant piece of plaster; ignoring the sharp pieces that scraped my back, that covered my only real parent.

The shaking was slowing down and the people trapped in this crumbling death trap were crying now in relief and pain, hoping the worst was over.

I didn’t. I hoped it would continue until a piece of ceiling would fall on top of me as well. I could hear people standing up and making it to the exit, dragging the wounded with them. They didn’t notice me sitting there in shock.

The building was still now and ambulance alarms were growing near. It was dark and quiet. I wondered how many other dead bodies where in the room with me and my…mom.

Every time a tiny grasp of frenzied hope grew in my heart, I squished it. No one could survive a falling piece of ceiling to the head, unless you were a vampire of course, I mused bitterly. I think I was crying, because even though I was wearing my glasses is was bleary. But then of course the air was still a huge cloud of dust and crap I didn’t even want to think about.

I picked up a particular piece of sharp plaster lying next to me and debated the thought of suicide. Nah. It’s much too pathetic. My breath was shallow as I leaned back farther in the plaster, numb to the pain. Man, it figures I’m the type to think like a cynic in times like these. I always thought I would be one of those people that just scream’s and freezes like an idiot. My eyes felt heavy and my heart was tired, if that was even possible.

“I wonder if it’s possible to die simply because you want to,” I mused aloud, the cluttered air making my voice sound oddly chocked. I’ve seen that episode of House where all the people on the plane started to get the symptoms of these sick people just because their brains panicked.

Maybe it could happen to me. I closed my eyes and breathed in and out slowly, tasting the cold, cardboard air. My heartbeats slowed and I vaguely realized this was the quickest I had ever fallen asleep.

I love you mom. See you soon.

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AN: Thanks for reading my first chapter. I would greatly appreciate any tips or criticism. And yeah this might be a Jasper X OC

By the way, is it even called a gazebo? Man, I’ve got no clue at all…

Thanks again, and don’t worry it gets better (and happier!)

jasperoc, twilight fanfiction, whatisupmysky, jasper cullen

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