Fanfiction Alice and Jasper Part 9
Title: Part 9: Jasper's Words
Autor: LiliJu(merwild) Translator: mlle_oui41
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: after Breaking Dawn.
Summary: Alice has seen it. She knows that the worst is coming: Rosalie is about to commit the greatest betrayal of her life. With Jasper, will Alice be able to stop the coming storm or will she see the anger of two men and the tearing apart of their special family? The kidnapping of Renesmee.
Disclamer: All the caracters come from Stephenie Meyer
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8
Part 9 : Jasper’s Words
Face to face, Emmett and Rosalie looked into the other’s eyes in silence. A few steps away, Alice and Jasper waited in the same wordless moment.
“We have to talk,” Rosalie finally said to Emmett, taking his hand. Without another word, they walked out of the old square. Rosalie looked back at her brother and sister and then disappeared with her husband around a street corner.
“I don’t think we’ll see her again for awhile,” Alice murmured. “Poor Emmett, I don’t even want to imagine what he’s going to be feeling.”
“Alice, look at me,” Jasper asked, taking in her beautiful face covered in rain. “I will never do that to you, and I won’t make a long speech. I love you. I can’t see myself without you.”
Moved by everything that had happened in the past day, and encouraged by Jasper’s words, Alice pulled Jasper close and kissed him fervently. She pressed her body against his as he gently slid his fingers through her hair. For the first time since they arrived at Deep Bay, a human came into view. Walking quickly to avoid the rain, he looked at Alice and Jasper annoyingly before muttering into his graying beard:
“Oh, teenagers! Get a room.”
Jasper smiled as he stopped their passionate kiss, a kiss that was a testament to their undying love.
“Shall we go home?” he asked Alice, who kept her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. She shook her head in agreement.
“I’m hungry,” she admitted.
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Night had fallen a few hours before but the light of day had been burning for quite some time in the Cullen home. Renesmée was sleeping peacefully on her mother’s lap; Bella, according to Carlisle, had not let go of Renesmée since she had found her to be safe and sound with her grandparents. Close by, Edward was watching his wife and child and talking with Esme. Carlisle, close to the kitchen, was still as a statue but perfectly calm. Undoubtedly he was counting the minutes and waiting for Emmett to come home. Seated on the same loveseat, surrounded by their family, Alice and Jasper waited as well.
“Here he is,” Edward announced, but everyone else in the house had already felt Emmett’s presence close to the house. Against his habit of entering the house through his bedroom window, Emmett came in through the back door in the kitchen. He had on his best poker face, but Jasper could feel the pain and turmoil in his brother as violently as a Tokyo earthquake. Emmett was suffering in every possible way but kept his pride: he would not show his true feelings in public, and certainly not in front of his parents.
“Emmett,” Carlisle said approaching him. Esme got up from the couch to join them. Alice and Jasper turned toward Emmett, but stayed where they were.
“I need to take a trip,” Emmett declared to his father. “I’m taking my car.”
“Is everything alright, son?”
“I’ll be back in two or three days, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m coming back.”
“Take all the time you need,” Carlisle offered. “We’ll be here when you get back.”
Esme raised her hand and cradled her son’s cheek.
“Emmett,” she murmured. She said nothing else, but she looked at him with eyes full of compassion and sadness. Emmett then took off in direction of the garage.
Jasper got up, leaving Alice on the couch, and followed him into the darkened room full of cars.
“Hey!” Jasper called out.
Emmett looked at him quickly and then lowered his eyes. Jasper could feel his stomach tighten at the sight of such sadness. Emmett had never had to deal with such torture. Whatever Rosalie and Emmett had said was to stay between the two of them, but Emmett’s unhappiness concerned the entire family, whatever the cause.
“Where are you going to go?” Jasper questioned, jamming his hands into his jean pockets.
“Wherever the road takes me,” his brother answered. “I’m going to disappear… and then reappear. You won’t even notice I’ve been gone.”
“I want you to know that Alice and I, we aren’t angry at you for what happened last night. I didn’t think I’d be able to forgive you, but I was wrong. It’s not in my nature to say things like this, but, I’m your brother and if you ever need anything, anything at all…”
“I understand,” Emmett interrupted, seeming pressed for time.
“Okay.”
The brown-haired vampire jumped into the seat of his Jeep and started it up. The headlights illuminated the large garage and the CD player came blasting on, echoing off all the walls. Emmett smashed the player with his fist, sparks flying and the sound stopping abruptly. Then he turned toward Jasper and took up their conversation as if he had never interrupted him:
“I’m not mad at you either for fighting me. The men in this family have one thing in common: we’re ready to do anything and to sacrifice everything for the ones that we love.”
“That’s true,” Jasper agreed.
His brother took a deep sigh and added:
“Alice is extraordinary. Make the most you can of all the love she gives you. We think that nothing changes because we’re immortal. But... some things just aren’t made to last. Nothing’s going to be the same.”
“I’m really sorry,” Jasper choked out, taken over the pain emanating from his brother.
“We’ll see each other in a few days.”
“We will.”
And with that, Emmett smashed the gas pedal to the floor. The huge Jeep roared out of the garage and followed the winding road from the house with amazing precision. Still reeling from the pain and sadness he felt from Emmett, Jasper walked out of the garage and stopped in the middle of the driveway, letting the wind blow through his hair.
What was Rosalie doing? Would Emmett ever get over her leaving?
These questions dissipated in the wind as Alice’s small hand found Jasper’s, still in his jean pocket. Emmett was right, Jasper thought as he hugged his wife. I can’t let another second slip away.