Northern Light

Title : Northern Light

Autor : KinderFrinds

Rating : M/NC-17/R

Warnings : Slash, Lemons, Swearing

Genre : Romance, Humor, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort

Disclaimer : Twilight and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Summary : "Why aren't you afraid?" he whispered in my ear. I shivered lustfully and looked right into his topaz eyes. I knew the answer but couldn't voice it. So I did the only thing I could think about. I kissed him. -Jaspard-

BlaBla : Hallo there, guys! I am so sorry for the late update, I feel so bad about it! College sucks, I know, LOL But here is the new chapter I hope you'll all like for I tried to introduce you to a new world alongside the one we know in Twilight. As it is, you will notice that this story is not like the Jasper/Edward's you may be used to, and that's my goal; to make something completely different you guys shall love. Well, at least I hope so.

BlaBla II : Since weeks I've been trying to answer all your wonderful reviews, guys, but FF's being a bitch, and I heard that I'm not being the only one. So, I suggest to give you a reply by actually putting in for a while on my profile as, hurray, PMs aren't working, too. Anyway, if you are agreeing to this, whishing to get an answer, I will happy do so! :)

Ok, I think I said enough, I'm sure you want to know if Edward sucked Jasper dry or not. Right, this sentence came so wrong, hahaha! :D

Chapter III : War Of Cry

Hands clenched in two strained fists, Edward was trying to fight the blazing sensation that was scorching his throat. It almost seemed like he was choking under the craving thirst he was suddenly feeling, a nearly delirious need to give in to it. Never had he ever been in so much pain than at this very moment, and the only thing that kept him from wheeling around and bursting back into the school building and thus, satisfy his hunger, was because he had finally found it; his match, his missing piece.

His mate.

Edward groaned in distress, face twisted into a tortured expression as he fell to his knees. The grass underneath him was still damp from the previous rain fall but he paid it no mind as he slammed his balled hands on the ground, head down.

He was both utterly delighted and undeniably crushed on the inside.

Delighted because it was well known for any vampire that the moment they would feel this strong, almost animalistic attraction to someone else, that this person would irreparably become their mate. It was their vampire instinct that told them that this sudden and brutal connection was what they all had waited for, like this particularly part of them – the primitive one, indifferent to all but the irresistible physical desire - would abruptly bolt from the blue.

And Edward was feeling this way for a human no less, and this was precisely why his delight was undeniably tainted by despair. It wasn't enough that his mate had blood running true his veins. No, his blood also had to sing for him, lulling him into tasting it, drinking it and thus relished into the exquisite and unique flavour that was Jasper Cullen.

His delicious, luscious, delectable blood...

Edward hissed between pursed lips, throwing his head back under the crushing weight of his urges that impelled him to give in, to hunt, to kill.

"Edward, don't."

He reacted before even realizing he had moved. The real inclination of his nature just snapped into place and even if he had wanted to, Edward wouldn't have been able to hold himself back since he was far too gone into his dark impulses. And so his arm shot forward with lightening-speed, viciously grasping at the first thing his long fingers could wound themselves around. They squeezed, attempting to crush whatever it was they had trapped into their hold.

The calm, polite, model student was no more. Bronzed-coloured hair that once was in a seductive disarray now was falling around his shockingly pale face like a halo of death. Violet, strained veins were forming around his eyes, emphasizing his effort that he was somehow still trying to maintain his control. The muscles on his neck were abnormally tensed, and not able to suppress it anymore, Edward bared his teeth in a menacing way. Breathing hard through his nose even though he didn't need to do so, he changed into a slightly bent position, slowly losing his grip on rationality as a low growl escaped his throat.

"Don't", she repeated, "Edward, don't."

Her voice wasn't quivering, she wasn't shaking, and her eyes weren't filled with fear as one would have thought since she was being maintained on the ground by a firm choke hold, which she knew would have left bruises if she had still been human. She didn't try to escape him either, or try to talk him into releasing her. Instead, she kept her laying position, not willing to risk anything by involuntary aggravating his already dangerous state.

"You can do it, Edward," she said in a soothing voice, "all you have to do is-"

He snarled, clenching his fists in a brisk movement around her neck to silence her. She obliged, and studied the expression of his stony face with a slight frown set on her forehead. The violet bruises under his eyes had turned a bright purple, and Edward's eyes were so dark it was hard to see a once of topaz in them.

Alice knew at this moment that if she didn't want Jasper Cullen to die and get herself killed in the process, too, she would have to find a solution as quickly as possible. Or the both of them wouldn't be the only victims.

o0o0o

The dead body of the young girl fell to his feet in a low thud, spread awkwardly on the ground, her strawberry blond hair smeared with dirt. Scratches could be found on her face and arms, her baby blue shirt ripped on the side. There was a hole on her faded jeans, and she seemed to have lost one of her shoes while putting up a struggle as her right, dirty foot was exposed.

He frowned ruefully by exterminating his now completely drained meal, a bothered expression twisting during an instant his smooth, overly sublime features. No sound could be heard besides the far singing of the birds, and the warm steams of the sun were hitting him directly on the face, making his stone-looking skin shine in tiny diamonds.

Sighing, he wiped away the blood that was drooling from his rosy lips before dropping to his knees next to her. He patted her mused hair in a vain attempt to rearrange the disarrayed look she possessed, but his jerky movements only made things look worse. Suddenly, he was laughing so hard, the sound of his abrupt amusement possessing a discrete veil of cold, dark intonations. Giving up all pretensions, he put his finger under her chin in a swift movement, inclining her head towards his.

Dead green eyes stared at him and he smirked, unimpressed.

"Why, why, young lady, your life really must have been pathetic for you to throw yourself at me like this. But be assured that I enjoyed it." He looked at her pained expression. "Which one can't say about you, can we?"

He chuckled darkly, clearly amused by the situation, and set about searching for a cell phone, carelessly roaming in her pockets, seemingly not affected by the fact that she wasn't breathing anymore. He quickly found what he was looking for, not bothered by the flashy pink colour of the phone. Simply ignoring it, he dialled the number that was stored in his perfect memory, waiting for an answer.

"Hello?" said a feminine voice.

He grinned devilishly, "Hello, dear, it's me."

There was a low-pitched intake of air, clearly tainted by a slight fear, and this only made his smile widen. This day couldn't get any better.

"Don't tell me you forgot about me, love. That would break my heart. And you know I can't handle heartache well, don't you."

"N-No!" she breathed out hastily, tone trembling. "I'm actually very happy you called, sir."

The fact that she was undoubtedly lying didn't go unnoticed, but he let it slide this time as he had far more important things to discuss right now. So much time and effort had passed since that fateful day; he didn't want to let this opportunity go as he had put so many years to finally have what he truly wanted.

"I presume you know why I'm calling, am I correct?"

She replied without hesitating, "Yes, sir, I'm aware of the situation. It has been discussed many times in confidence, you needen't to worry."

"Good," he crooned cruelly, "then please, do tell, when will I have the pleasure to meet him?"

Yes, he thought, becoming more and more eager as he listened to her quietly spoken words, he never had been this close to finally have what he truly wanted. And what he wanted, was the Cullen boy.

o0o0o

"Are you listening to me?"

Jessica Stanley started, almost dropping her phone as she didn't expect Lauren Mallory to snap at her in such a fierce way.

"You were the one wanting to know how my date went, weren't you?" Lauren flipped her long silver blond her in an impatient gesture, grey eyes shooting daggers. "Besides, who were you talking to, anyway? Not that I care but you looked kind of green in the face. I'm just saying."

Refusing to acknowledge what she just had said, Jessica hurriedly put her cell phone back in her pocket, making sure her hands weren't visibly trembling. She tried to hide behind her bushy brown hair the paleness she was sure was on her face, thoughts flying around in her pounding head. Additionally to this, her heart was beating fast, goose bumps running freely along her skin as a cold fear slowly crept into her.

She was scared.

There was no coming back, no possibility to get out of this unarmed, and she knew this too well. Instead, there was this silent promise that if she didn't do what he wanted her to accomplish, things would turn ugly, and the threat of losing everything she cared about too dangerously real to simply ignore it.

Besides, how was she even supposed to get the job done? The poor boy was new in school and seemed to be nice from what she saw of him today. Plus, he certainly didn't deserve whatever he had planned for him. She really wanted to get the opportunity to get to know him and maybe even become more than just friends. The irony was that either way she delivered him on a silver platter, or she would end up dead before she could even have time to beg for mercy.

"Jessica! You're doing it again! What is wrong with you, seriously?"

Jessica's head snapped upward, "Oh right, I'm so sorry, Lauren. I was merely...distracted." She faked a huge smile. "So! Tell me, how was your date, then?"

Not missing a beat, Lauren proceeded to fill her in all the insignificant details of her rendezvous with Ben Cheney. As they were walking to their next period, Jessica forced herself to listen to her friend's nasal voice as she really didn't want to think about Jasper Cullen's possible upcoming death.

o0o0o

The first light of dawn had already streaked the night sky with its pink and palest red shades, the air turning tick as the temperature kept growing warmer. The earth was a rosy-brown colour, the same colour as the rocky mountains in the horizon, and still, splotches of green could be seen in the surrounding area.

The cat hissed scratchily.

This made things more difficult for it to stay unseen as its black, silk fur could be noticed for miles around, the slightly blue hue that was shining in it not really helping at this moment. The sky was already turning brighter by the minute; silently pressuring it into making a quick decision for it would soon be too late.

Blue eyes turned a dark orange for a brief moment, yellow sparks glistening in them.

Time was running, and the more it waited, the more things were getting complicated... Moving its body into a crouched position, smooth muscles strained, it bounced forward with an effortless grace. It was moving fast, its space quick but silent, determined to accomplish that for what it made all this way.

"Where am I supposed to put this, again, honey?"

Sensitive ears perked in interest at the voice, listening to it carefully as it was nearing its destination. And soon enough, it arrived at the back of the beautiful vacation house, promptly hiding into the neat foliage.

"In the kitchen, Phil! Just put it on the island, I'll take care of it as soon as I'm finished with the flowers."

Blue eyes instinctively turned into the direction where the sound was coming, zeroing in on the woman bent over some colourful bunch of flowers, her long, dark, and slightly curved hair masking some of her face. Gloves covering her dainty hand, she was working earnestly on the plants, spraying some liquid on it while humming softly.

It carefully sniffed the air, taking in her floral sent, and sure enough, she was the one he had been looking for. It moved forward inaudibly, motion marked by its grace, slowly nearing her from behind. She didn't hear it approaching, didn't see how its once bigger, larger body shrunk into the normal size of a cat, didn't suspect anything as it bared its teeth, claws exposed and ready to jump.

No, Esme Whitlock didn't notice anything.

But when she felt something sharp sink into her arm, and felt pain flare into her body, the last thing she saw before screaming were blue, feral eyes.

It was already too late, though.

o0o0

Listen, for the moment will come for you to be pierced by the holy light. Thus, your fate will at last be revealed as the three stones of the firmament shall surround you one by one. Keep in mind, their strength you ought to guide no matter what, for the moon and the sun to finally sleep forever into the gap of time. As a result, do not trust the whines of the Silver Star, for it will only take you to your own funeral, breaking the decisive curse.

Listen, for the moment will come for you to be pierced by the holy light and accordingly, you shall die into awakening, so mote it be.

"Tyler, man, are you all right?"

Gasping for air, clenching at his throbbing chest, Tyler looked up to find Mike staring at him, his friend's washed out blue eyes stricken with concern. He noticed absent-mindedly that he was laying down on the cold floor of the locker room, the shirt he remembered wanting to change into before blacking out crumbled at his feet. Sighing and lightly shaking his head as to clear it, he picked his shirt up before sitting himself up, diverting his eyes from Mike's questioning ones.

"I'm fine," Tyler said evasively, putting his shirt on.

"Hey, you're sure? You looked kind of...gone or something. Dude, your eyes were like, totally weird and, jeez, you scared the shit out of me by falling like that! I mean, you're sure you're-"

"Mike," Tyler snapped, body tensed, "I'm fine, O.K.? So just, drop it. Please."

He turned around, setting about changing into his sweatpants. Mike wasn't saying anything; yet, Tyler could still feel his lingering stare directed at him. Ignoring it, he put away his stuff, locking it into his locker, and swiftly disappeared into the gymnasium. Luckily for him, he and Mike had decided to arrive early, which meant that even coach Clapp wasn't there yet. Besides his childhood friend, nobody had witnessed his erratic behaviour, which he only could be thankful for.

"What is wrong with me?" Tyler growled angrily, fist slamming into the nearest wall.

It wasn't the first time this happened, and even though Tyler tried hard to ignore those whispering voices that were murmuring foolish things into his head, he just couldn't do so, less forget about it. It was like a constant nagging in the back of his mind, poking and poking and poking, mercilessly seeking for his attention.

At first, he had fought it, not willing to accept the disturbing fact that he could hear voices. Tyler knew he wasn't crazy, at least he hoped so. He knew that this just wasn't realistic. And still, almost every single day, he heard how whisperings would surround all his thoughts until his focus was set on them.

The first time he had heard the voices, he had been wandering aimlessly into the woods down at La Push after he had fought with his father about something he couldn't even remember now. But it had been bad enough for him to slam their front door and rush into the forest, bothered by neither the darkening sky nor the strange brightness of the moon. It had been while cursing his old man that the first few words of the – what, prophecy? Tyler couldn't help but snort at that – had echoed into his ears, sounding even louder in the awkward stillness of the night.

Unsettled, Tyler had stubbornly refused to pay any attention to this, forcing himself to go on with his life. But the whispers had been growing louder the more he had ignored them, coercing him to listen to them.

And so Tyler did.

This didn't change the fact that he understood nothing from all of this. How was he supposed to know what the holy light was? Or the three stones of the firmament? Or even this nonsensical gap of time? Like, seriously! Also, was he supposed to die or something? And, Jesus Christ!, how was he meant to know what was the matter with the whines of a the silver star? Stars couldn't make a noise, for pity's sake!

All this made no sense.

Even by writing all of this down and re-reading it countless of times, Tyler was left dumbfounded. He had hoped that if he actually tried to comprehend the meaning behind all this mystery, then the voices would stop, leaving him alone again. Instead, they had grown impatient, resounding louder and louder, manifesting themselves in the most inappropriate moments. Just like they had done back in the locker rooms with Mike.

Sighing in frustration, Tyler growled in annoyance, setting about warming up before the others would arrive for their PE course. Thus, he started stretching, intending of doing at least four laps. Sport had always helped him to relax, to empty his mind in a clear way, since Tyler liked the satisfactory numbness that engulfed one after some exercises. He let go of everything that bothered him, emptied his mind and let his body take over, running, exorcising, freeing himself.

At some point, he was sure that things we're going to get back to normal. They just had to.

He didn't notice Mike standing by the door, watching him silently, clearly concerned. But more importantly, neither of them noticed how Tyler's eyes went from hazel to washed out blue at the exact same moment when a bluish halo sparkled faintly around Mike's hands.

o0o0o

Edward, you're losing it.

No kidding. Wherever Emmett's smart ass thought came from the inside of the building, Edward didn't need to see his face to know the look in his eyes. There were probably all wondering what was happening to him right this instant, but somewhere far in the blurry depths of his unclear mind, Edward knew Alice had told them not to interfere, having most likely predicted his reaction.

The fact that she tried in vain to bring him back to normal by allowing herself to be dominated by the monster inside him did nothing to slake the shaking in his hands or to take the edge off the need to have his blood inside him. He could hear her desperate attempts in her head, begging him to fight against this feeling, to resist the temptation, to hold on onto the knowledge that Jasper was his mate.

Mate.

Edward's resolution faltered, his grip loosened just the slightest, and in the ocean of dark that had become his eyes, there was a flicker of awareness again, which had Alice so relieved that she did the stupidest mistake.

Her guard dropped, and she forgot to shield her mind like she was used to around Edward.

The vision came so fast she had no time to secure it behind useless thoughts, and eyes filled with horror, she witnessed first-hand how Edward saw alongside with her what was about to happen. The images of her vision flashed into her head, voices mingling with faces.

"Hey there, Cullen! - I'm Eric Yorkie."

"Don't-. Take it back! Take it fucking back!"

"Jasper! Stop this! C'mon man!"

"- you filthy son of a slut!"

There were shouts and screams, body pushing around to get the best view of the confrontation, but more importantly, there was Jasper Cullen's face twisted with hatred, maintained by Newton and Crowley, as he did probably the dumbest thing in his unaware human life.

He spat blood, the smell of it would soon fill the breathy air, spreading its scent all around, making it impossible then to not get a whiff of it.

Afraid of what she would be faced with; Alice gingerly brought her head up, meeting once again Edward's eyes. And there she knew that it was too late, that whatever she'd say to him right now would be fruitless as she could see that right now, the monster in Edward wasn't trying to breach his last barrier anymore.

Because they had totally merged.

In a brisk, swift movement, Edward was gone, his incredible speed - even for a vampire - clearly at his advantage. Left alone, Alice promptly stood up, reaching for her phone and setting about making a conference call. She dialled the numbers in movements that looked blurry for any human eyes, so fast was she moving.

"We have a 111. Edward is loose. Join me. Now."

She really hoped they weren't going to be late.

o0o0o

His scent seemed to cloud his mind in thick layers of delirious desire, and even though he only had smelled it through Alice's vision, it seemed like the unique taste of it lingered heavily on Edward's tongue. It must have been over an hour since he last saw him, Edward knew this much, but just sitting next to him had been enough to let his smell permeate him. It was on his clothes and embedded in his skin. He could even smell him in his hair. He couldn't think anymore, because the smell was burnt into his brain. He could only watch his body react to the deliciousness that was Jasper's blood.

Truth be told, Edward had gone over various approaches during the torturously slow biology class where he had first encountered him. He could ask him to take a walk with him, show him the trails through the forest. Or he could offer him his help so he could get up in his studies. Maybe just a quiet knock at his door, his confused expression as he introduced himself politely and apologized for being so rude earlier. If he would only allow him in long enough to explain himself, Jasper's bright, beautiful blue eyes staring back at him...

Edward growled low, a complete different urge in his stomach mingling with his wild thirst. His fingers twitched, his dark eyes blazed with need and unsurprisingly, there was distinct warmth starting to build up the more images of Jasper flooded his mind. Edward wanted to mark his porcelain skin with angry, red love bites, taste the flavour of those pouty lips, hear his own name come out of Jasper's kissed-bruised mouth in breathy gasps, sink with eager thrusts into the sinful depths that were between his tights...

Inhaling deeply, even with his head clearly focused on one thing only, Edward still had enough sense to not just slaughter all those beings on his path, the worthless scent of their blood doing nothing to ease the unnerving sensation of dryness in his throat. Wanting to arrive as quickly as possible, he decided to use a short cut. He jumped effortlessly on the stony walls of the school building, climbing on it with a feline grace, surely not bothered by the clearly human gasp he heard behind his back.

Someone had witnessed his vampire abilities, even if it was only a small part of it, and Edward couldn't care less as he swiftly ran on top of the rooftop, movements cutting through the breezy wind. He arrived shortly on the edge of it, standing predatorily in all of his felid gloriousness while letting his black eyes scan the entry of the school under his feet.

Excited and shouting students were positioned into a circle around what were distinctly Jasper's and the Yorkie kid's bodies, the latter one being helped up by his henchmen. Knowing that this filthy human had not only touched but also dared to hurt what was undeniably his made a knot twist angrily in his chest, the monster inside of him itching to spring forward and kill.

"There's only the truth that really hurts, right, Cullen! You filthy son of a slut!" Yorkie's hate-filled voice drifted from below.

Edward snarled indignantly, body tensing up as he bent forward menacingly, ready to jump and protect that what was his right to not only drink from, but also claim as his. A couple of confused heads turned up to see what had made this animalistic sound, only gasping in shock when they recognized model student Edward Swan crouching on the rooftop, wondering aloud how he managed to climb this high before a shiver of fear ran down their spins, caused by the ominous expression plastered on his once beautiful face.

Not fazed by his exposure, Edward witnessed how the decisive moment finally arrived. Jasper spat in the face of the Yorkie kid's, sealing his fate, the blowing wind spreading the smell of his exquisite blood in the air. Instantly, Edward lost every rational thought on reality. His eyes glazed over, he bared his glimmering teeth, a rumbling growl escaping his hungry mouth. Muscles tensed, body ready to spring off, Edward launched himself forward, forgetting about insignificant thoughts as secrecy and carefulness.

Everything went fast; there were strangled gasps, baffled, alarmed expressions, and suddenly, there was a loud, thundering sound.

Something went wrong along the road.

o0o0o

Alice cursed.

Normally, she wasn't one to swear, but as numerous possible outcomes flashed in front of her glassy eyes - most of them ending into a blood bath - she couldn't help but allow herself to cuss. She had been incredibly stupid to let her guard down, permitting Edward to probably do the biggest mistake in his immortal life. She wasn't easily scared thanks to her gift to see what would, or more precisely, what could happen, and thus, make it so to change the result of whatever threaten the peacefulness that surrounded her and her family.

As images of them filled her mind, she didn't dare to think how badly the consequences would rip their bond if Edward wasn't stopped quickly. She wouldn't be able to look Renee and Charlie in the eyes as she would have undeniably failed them, less face Edward's heart-wrenching sorrow after he would have mistakenly killed his mate because of her stupid slip.

Alice cursed, again.

"What the hell is going on?"

Rosalie appeared next to her, swiftly followed by Bella who immediately sensed Alice's distress, efficiently making it subside by interlacing their fingers. A weak smiled spread on Alice's troubled-looking face, thankful for her mate's support.

"Like I told you at lunch-time, Edward found his mate in Jasper Cullen. Unfortunately, he's also his singer. I can't tell you all the details right now but we need to keep him from killing Eric Yorkie and kidnapping Jasper as to feed from him."

Rosalie hissed between clenched teeth, not happy to hear that. She always had been the most prone to keep their vampire life as secretive as possible, and to know that Edward had become reckless, carelessly allowing their meticulous masks to shatter to pieces like this, made her clench her fists in annoyance.

"What do you want us to do?"

Alice set about thinking in the quickest way she ever has done until know, ruling out by sheer instincts the outcomes she judged less possible to happen. It wasn't an easy task, and if she turned out to have chosen wrong, there would be no turning back.

She made up her mind.

"Rosalie," Alice said, voice clipped, indicating that she wouldn't cope with the blonde's irritation right now as they needed to act quickly, "I want you to compel every single person who witnessed Edward's state."

Rosalie's lips twitched in a disapproving grimace, "How many?"

"Seven so fa-," Alice broke off, eyes glazing over again. "Eleven," she finally stated darkly. "You'll easily find who they are since they are scared to death. But do start with the Sullivan girl; she saw how Edward climbed the walls of the building near the forest. She's currently trying to call her mother."

Without further ado, Rosalie disappeared in a blur, leaving Alice and Bella alone. Taking a soothing breath even though she didn't need to, the pixie-like girl hurriedly dialled Emmett's number.

"Where are you?" She didn't bother with the formalities as there was simply no time for this.

"Trying to stop him. It will probably cause some noise; make sure Rosalie compels whoever will hear afterwards."

Nodding in approval, she hung up, turning her attention to Bella who hadn't said a single word since arriving, silently waiting for her to tell her what to do so as to back her up the best way she could.

"We need to protect Jasper. No matter what happens next, we can't leave his side. This means if we have to hurt Edward to keep him alive, then so it be."

Bella nodded sombrely, quickly brushing her lips against Alice's before letting go of her hand, eyes glistering. She didn't need to say the words out loud and still; Alice knew what Bella had meant.

"I love you, too," Alice whispered lovingly.

Bella just smiled at her, even though it looked a bit stiff given the circumstance. The whole encounter, including Rosalie and Emmett, hadn't even lasted two minutes, so quickly had they spoken and moved. Yet, Alice dead heart seemed to skip a beat as they were both running towards the building entrance.

Something was bound to happen and for once, to Alice's biggest annoyance, she didn't know what.

o0o0o

"You really think we should interfere?"

He didn't answer her directly, bright blue eyes zeroed on the far school building he was observing as he was floating lazily above the forest trees, his feet gingerly brushing their leaves. Arms crossed, there was a cold expression set on his overly handsome face. His blond, almost silver hair was being gently brushed by the blowing wind, his pale skin seeming to have a slight glow to it.

His brows furrowed in deep thought, long fingers grazing against his neatly cut goatee, almost gently. But suddenly, he angrily clenched his fist, as if he wanted to crush into his palms every single person present in the building.

"As the heir, he has his own sidhek, alongside of the reproached royal guard. Why step into this mess?"

"You know very well that right now, my dear Merope, that none of them are reliable as their powers haven't yet awakened. At this very moment, they are as effective as a gathering of crying babies." He pursed his lips. "The seer made a big mistake that changed everything, even the curse of the stars; especially the one of the three stones of the firmament. We must interfere."

"The Grand Father is going to be furious," Merope interjected haughtily, coming to float next to him, her long chestnut hair swirling around her doll-like face. "We are messing with their fates."

He chuckled darkly, "I think the Grand Father shall forgive us as we are going to save his grandchild. I do think that this will ease our punishment."

"I can't believe we are about to save the life of vampires," Merope huffed indignantly, brown eyes narrowed. "Are the gods mocking us or why are we helping the same sort of creatures that practically slaughtered our kind only because of their selfishness?"

Truth be told, he was silently agreeing with her last words. The simple thought of helping beings as despicable as were vampires - the ones that cursed all of their fates many years ago by reason of their greed to possess something that even the divinities feared – made him utterly sick in the stomach. He sighed, expression grave as he knew that his next move would seal everything.

"This Swan boy is the prince's mate. Do your duty; protect him to all cost," he said, voice imposing. "Block the seer's power while I correct her stupid mistake." He finished.

"I've got your back," Merope said, a bit miffed, closing her eyes as a faint, yellow light started to glow around her dainty hands.

Wind suddenly swirled furiously around her small figure, enclosing her in a gilded coloured sphere. Foreign words were coming out of her mouth in quiet, melodious whispers. The palms of her hands were clasped together as in prayer, but positioned horizontally and looking away from each other. Slowly, she opened her eyes that all of a sudden were a faded yellow, a thin opalescent layer covering them.

"Done," she stated, her voice low.

He nodded, gradually opening his arms, hands held up and directed towards Forks High School. His hair was floating around his serious expression, growing warmth rushing hotly through his muscular body, his hands shining brightly and steadily in a silver shimmer. The distinct tingling he always felt when using the power of the Light coursed through his blood, swirling inside him like a raving storm, a rush of energy consuming him progressively.

Concentrating on the heat flowing through his body, he easily managed to subdue its harsh, dominant course as it was a part of him he came to know during the last hundreds of years. He eased his breathing, inhaling and exhaling calmly, matching the flow of his magic with his heartbeats. It didn't take him long to control it, the energy inside of him growing, reaching such heights that it was very impressive, even for him, one of the former three stones of the firmament.

"You better use this second chance in life cleverly, Prince Jasper, as I can assure you, we won't always be there when the real danger shall reveal on your perilous path." He smirked. "I shall believe in you and your future choices. It's the least I can do, as your big brother…"

There was a bright, silver flash in the air before it engulfed the entirety of Forks High School.

-laughs histerically-

I'm sure you still want to kill me, right now, don't you! God, I love cliffhangers. I'm badass like that, LOL

Anyway, as the story itself will unfold, you'll know more about this supposedly cat (are they even the same, hm?), what really happened to Esme, what will happen between Jasper and Edward (besides awesome sex in later chapters, haha), what Rosalie's gift is (because I really like her character, alongside of Emmett, and decided to give them one, too, nah!), what the deal with Tyler and Mike is (I LOVE this one, :D) and of course, what Jessica is so afraid of (the funny part is you already know the answer, LOL). Oh yeah, not to forget Jasper's big brother. Drama baby, drama!

Right, the next chapter is already half written, so it shouldn't take too long to get updated (keep your fingers crossed, lovies!) and I sincerly hope you like where this story is going (even if you don't really know what's going on yet, LOL)

You know you love me. Yes you do.

xoxo