Title: Disenchanted
Pairings:
Main: JasperxOC
Other Mains: AlicexEdward, RosaliexEmmett
Minor: CarlislexEsme, JacobxBella
Implied: BellaxEdward, AlicexJasper
Summary: When 17 year old Ava Whistler moves to Forks, she meets the sublime and enchanting Jasper Hale, and his perfect adopted family. His beauty astounds her – but his strange, hungry stare allures her. Who is this guy, and what is this strange power he possesses over her? She soon discovers that Jasper is a vampire from the 1800's, who thirsts for her blood. She is his singer – she owns the sweetest blood he'd ever smelled. But he loves her, and they both know it. But can Jasper allow himself to love Ava, like Edward loves Bella, even after Alice's betrayal? Or will he give in to temptation? Her body… or her blood?
Warnings: Swearing, violence, sexual references, drug references… expect everything.
Rating: T, to be safe.
Timeline: After New Moon.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Twilight" or any of the characters – I own my own character, of course, and the storyline. No profit is being made from this story – so pretty please, no suing? The fish next door owns more than I do.
Notes:
As far as the story goes, after New Moon, Bella ran off with Jacob, leaving Edward heartbroken, though he'd never admitted it. Alice consoled him, and they fell in love, and tried to keep it a secret from Jasper… until now.
Author: Hello people. :D Well, this is my first Twilight story, please be nice. No flames if you can help it, I don't really appreciate them. Creative criticism, yes, and if you have any ideas for the story I'd love to hear them, and if I used them I would give you credit for it. Reviews are more than welcome – they keep me going. And for the record, I have nothing against Jasper and Alice – I love them, they're my favorite coupling, but I like him better with Ava (Scout Taylor Compton). :D Anyway, sit back, relax and enjoy.
Also, if you're an Emmett fan… well, he'll have a large role in this story too. :D Read on…
OCC PROFILE!
Name: Ava Judith Whistler
Portrayed By: Scout Taylor Compton
Age: 17
Date of Birth:
Living Relatives:
Charlie Swan (Uncle)
Bella Swan (Cousin)
Place of Birth: Seattle, Washington.
Personality: A bit less butch than Bella. She's very enthusiastic, very energetic, careful, kind, enjoys being shown affection and loves to have a good laugh. When she's angry, she'll stay that way, until whatever wrong-doing that has been committed is undone, or she has been apologized too. She's not easily offended, but she is when it's someone she cares about. Shy, and quite nervous, she's a bit of a bookworm.
Psychical Appearance: She has shoulder-length blonde hair, which is almost always curly. She stands at about 5'3 (160 cm) and is slender and skinny. She has stunning pale blue eyes, which are hidden under black rimmed glasses. (Scout Taylor Compton's look from Rob Zombie's "Halloween")
Chapter 1, Start Over
Ava's POV
It was barely an hour after my mom and dad's funeral ended that I was in the police cruiser with my Uncle Charlie. How ironic, that it was raining. I didn't speak during the whole ride from Seattle to the small town of Forks. I didn't have anything to say. I wasn't sure there was anything I could say. The rain hit the windows with such force; it mimicked my tears, although they were silent. I was grateful it was dark – I didn't want Charlie to see me crying. It wasn't embarrassing - just something I'd rather keep to myself. Every time I thought back to the funeral, to the cold caskets that contained my parents, pain enveloped my body and I let a sob out. I'd sniff and cough to try and conceal it, but I doubted I was fooling him.
I watched the rain become harder as we drove further, closer to Forks, Washington. I sighed. I wasn't looking forward to living with my Uncle – mostly because it made everything seem more real. Like my parents really had been murdered. That it wasn't some sick, twisted nightmare. I couldn't think back to the night it'd happened – my psychologist said I'd mentally blocked it out, that I was unable to process what I'd seen, so I'd banished it completely from my mind. Maybe that was true.
All I could remember from that night was coming home from a friend's house, going upstairs and hearing shouting and banging around… screaming. I should've done something, I should have called the police, I should have gone outside and screamed for help… but I didn't do anything. I hid, and I watched them die. That's where the police said they'd found me – hiding under a bed, in front of my parent's bodies. But I couldn't remember how it had happened.
After keeping me at the Police Station for 3 days straight, they'd informed me that since I wasn't quite old enough to manage on my own, I would have to relocate to Forks, and live with my Uncle Charlie. And after medical exams, and visiting the shrink for a week, I went to my parent's funeral. I couldn't remember much of that, either. Just my parent's lifeless bodies, lying in the open caskets, looking almost as if they were sleeping. Charlie was there – as soon as the service was over, he placed me in his Cruiser, hauled my stuff into his trunk, and sped off.
Glancing at my watch, I sighed again. It'd been just over an hour since my parent's funeral. Yet it felt so long ago. Another hour to go and I would be in Forks.
Charlie surprised me when he spoke, breaking the deafening silence.
"You'll like it in Forks." He spoke in a quiet voice, almost a whisper – like if he spoke too loud, I'd burst out in tears. I rolled my eyes. Charlie's greatest fear – the water works.
"I hope so." I sniffed a little.
"The people are nice. It's a small town, kiddo, and everybody is nice. The school's only very small, about 300 people. I know, you were used to a bigger school, so it might be some getting used to… but your cousin, Bella, she didn't find it too difficult, and she was from the city like you too."
I was struck with a sudden thought, and I frowned.
"Why wasn't Bella at the funeral?" I questioned, curious.
Charlie cleared his throat, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Bella's in La Push, Ava."
"La Push?" I frowned deeper. "That little Indian reservation? What is she doing there?"
Charlie seemed to be overwhelmed with all my sudden questions.
"Well… she met a boy in La Push, not really a boy – he's 16, but you should see the kid. He looks about 25. Anyway, Bella moved up there to be with him, so…"
I looked at him in shock.
"And you actually let her?"
Charlie looked over at me briefly, smiling a bit.
"Well… yeah. I mean, she's almost 18 anyway, and she seemed pretty sure of it." He paused, obviously recalling something, and he sighed. "Bella was in love with this other boy, but he left, broke her heart, he did. And then he came back. And Bella wanted to get out of Forks – fast. I offered to send her back to Renee – you know, your old Aunt? Bella's Mom? - Anyway, she wouldn't have it – claimed she didn't want to go too far way. So I compromised. I allowed her to live in La Push, as long as she came and stayed every second weekend."
This new information I had acquired boggled my mind slightly – I'd never heard of any of this until just now. Bella and I weren't exactly close – we'd only seen each other about 8 times over my life time, and we'd never really gotten to know each other that well. But I still felt sympathetic for my only cousin. She'd had her heart broken, and that's why she fled to La Push.
"Who was the boy?"
"Jacob. He's Billy Black's son."
Wrong boy, Charlie.
"I meant the one who she ran away from. Who was he?"
Charlie didn't make an effort to cover up his distaste.
"Edward Cullen." He practically spat the name; I winced.
I decided I didn't want to know anymore – this whole subject seemed very touchy with Charlie, so I chose not to pursue it any longer. Although I was still curious. Obviously, if Bella went so far as to run away from this Edward, because he left her, and then came back, he must have really meant something to her. But if he'd come back, wouldn't she want to work things out with him instead of running off with a kid two years younger than herself? It didn't make any sense, really. But then again, it was Bella's life – not mine. To each his own.
As we drove on, it became greener – it was a land of green. The floor, the trees, the canopy of the trees… there was even some moss on the road. This was going to require some getting used to. I was used to the sun, and the city, and the pavement… to come to a place that was the exact opposite of what I grew up with, seemed a little ironic, too.
Finally, we arrived in Forks. It was only small, just like Charlie had promised. We drove past the school, and it seemed decent enough. I knew that Charlie was taking a detour on purpose, trying to show me around. He'd crack jokes occasionally about things that had happened to people I didn't even know, in an attempt to lighten my mood. I wanted to be happy for him, not be a little burden, so I tried to smile and chuckle along with him, but it was very forced. Eventually, he just decided I was better off to left to wallow in my sorrow for a night. I deserved that much.
We arrived at the house. It hadn't changed much over the years. Dragging my suitcase out of the car, Charlie directed me to my room, formally Bella's, and left me to unpack. The room was only small – it felt cozy, it was nice. The walls were a light blue color, the floor was wood, and the curtains were yellow. There was a computer on the desk, and a single bed by the wall. I wondered to myself, how long it had been since Bella had run off to La Push. The room looked like it hadn't been inhabited in a very long time. At least it was clean.
I unpacked, and changed from my funeral clothes and into a pair of old jeans, sneakers, a grey t-shirt and snapped my brown hair back into a messy ponytail. I didn't feel like doing anything with myself – I had no will to. Once I'd finished with everything in the bedroom, I walked downstairs carefully, to see Charlie watching TV. Deciding not to interrupt him, I snuck into the kitchen.
Nothing had changed in there, either. I sighed, shaking my head, yawning – but not tired. I opened the fridge and had a look inside. Some left over takeout food, beer, cheese, butter, and an apple. I wrinkled my nose. What the hell did Charlie do for food? I became irritated. When I was a child, if I was ever upset, my mother usually gave me milk. That always cheered me up, even if it was by the slightest. My plan of action when I came to Forks was that I was going to binge on milk and chocolate, and pass out crying. But since Charlie had neither… I decided to go to the supermarket.
I walked back into the living room, intending to be louder this time. Charlie didn't notice my appearance at first – maybe I was quieter than I realized. But when I'd made my presence known, he immediately sat up and muted the TV, giving me his full attention. I appreciated it, but it wasn't necessary.
"May I have the keys to the cruiser?" I asked politely.
Charlie eyed me for a moment. He looked at my clothes, and at my expression. He appeared ambivalent.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Just to the supermarket. You have no food…" I didn't mean to do it, but my voice cracked at the last moment. Charlie leapt off the chair almost instantly, assuming that if I wasn't given what I wanted in my fragile state, I would cry. He was probably right, but I was going to make an effort to prove him wrong. He dashed over to where his belt was, got the keys, and handed them to me.
I took them, thanked him and left quickly.
It took exactly 2 minutes and 47 seconds to get to the store. I actually counted. People turned to look at me, but I didn't care. I exited the cruiser, and entered the store. It was warm inside. I suddenly noticed I'd forgotten my jacket, and I was shivering from the cold. Walking through the aisles, people turned to look at me, and started whispering behind their hands, as if I wasn't there. I sighed for the countless time that day. Obviously the whole town knew of Chief Swan's niece coming to live with him. Hell, maybe they even knew the reason why.
What annoyed me the most wasn't the looking and the whispering – it was the way they looked at me. Like I was a bomb about to explode. I tried my best to ignore them, pull a high-school cold-shouldering, but when the whole store was practically staring at you, it made it a little hard. Once I'd grabbed the milk, I headed to the candy aisle.
When I arrived, there was already another occupant there. I half expected this person to stare at me also, so I was prepared – but something about this person blew me away. She was small, very petite, and inhumanly beautiful. She had spiky black hair, and moved quite gracefully. She was a chalky color, with light purple shades under her eyes. If this were a normal day, I might've felt a twinge of envy, but not today. Today, I couldn't care less. When I got closer to her, she froze, and became rigid. I was taken aback – her eyes were wide, as if in shock, and she was dead still.
What the hell…?
Slowly, she turned to look at me. Her eyes were golden, soft, but she stared at me with a hard, frustrated expression, as if she couldn't quite work something out. I cleared my throat, and felt suddenly self-conscious. I picked up the chocolate bar and dashed away as quick as possible. I peaked over my shoulder, and saw she was still looking at me with that bewildered, disbelieving expression. I brushed a deep crimson red, and left the store as quick as possible.
Throughout the whole 2 minute and 47 second ride home, I couldn't get that girl's face out of my head. She seemed shocked, genuinely shocked, like maybe I'd just punched her in the face for no apparent reason. I didn't know why, but the way she looked at me, made me feel inferior. I took the whole milk carton and chocolate bar upstairs with me, after calling my goodnight to Charlie.
Once I'd locked myself in the room, I downed the milk and ate the chocolate bar in 5 minutes flat. And then I laid down on the bed, and cried. I cried for my parents, I cried for my friends. I cried for Seattle, and the life I once knew, and was now taken away from me. I cried because I missed my stuffed teddy bear that I lost the night of the murder… and eventually, I cried myself to sleep.
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Jasper's POV
Alice practically blew the door off the hinges; she came in the door so hard and fast. It'd been quiet, up until that moment. The whole family came into see what was wrong with her – and ask why the hell she was banging around like a bloody elephant, when she looked at Edward with a demanding expression. She was telling him something – something private. I could feel the intensity coming off of her in waves – it baffled me. I'd never seen (or felt) Alice so tweaked – I immediately became curious as to why she was like this.
I watched as Edward and Alice exchanged their thoughts – as Edward listened, his eyes grew wide, and his face was shocked for a split second, before his expression matched hers. Rosalie, Carlisle, Esme and Emmett were looking at the both of them, demanding answers. But they weren't going to get any. Because in a second of noticing our curious gazes, Edward grabbed Alice's arm, pulled her into the nearest room, and locked the doors.
Silly children! We all rolled our eyes. We listened quietly, as Edward and Alice's voices became more distinct.
"Start again Alice, what happened?"
"I was at the store, picking up jellybeans for Rose and I, and along comes this girl – she's Charlie's niece…"
I could feel the pain the name inflicted upon Edward. I winced. My poor brother.
"Go on…"
"And it was hard to explain, but as soon as I saw her… or sensed her, I had a vision."
"What of?"
"Of her… and Jasper."
I froze.
Eight pairs of curious butterscotch eyes landed on me at the same time. I shrugged – their guess was as good as mine. We listened on.
"What about her and Jasper?" Edward said through gritted teeth.
"They were…"
There was silence. They must've realized everybody had been listening in – they'd changed their conversation back to thoughts. Emmett groaned in frustration. But nobody was more intrigued than I was – I would have bet on it.
A few seconds later, and the door opened. Edward stepped out, looking straight into my eyes. I stared back, trying to understand.
'What's going on, Edward?' I questioned.
He looked at me, long and hard, ambivalent, before shaking his head and walking away. Obviously, he wasn't going to tell me. But Alice might. She was still in the room. Before anyone could even blink, I was in the room, locking the door behind me. I'd taken Alice by shock – she gasped at my sudden appearance.
"Jasper!" she wheezed "You scared me!"
A vampire scaring another vampire. Huh.
"What did you see, Alice?" I asked in a low voice, locking the door behind me.
She smiled vaguely.
"It's nothing Jazz. Nothing you need to worry about. Just something I saw at the supermarket, that's all."
I eyed her. She gulped.
"Alice…" I said again, this time putting on every ounce of my charm I could manage. Alice blinked stupidly a few times, before she sighed.
"La tua contante." She whispered, and hung her head.
I frowned.
"What?"
Alice sighed again, and turned her head up to look at me.
"Charlie's niece, Jasper. She's in town. I saw her at the market. And I had a vision."
I waited, unable to contain my intrigue.
"Go on…" I urged softly.
"She's your singer, Jasper."
I still didn't understand.
Alice got a little irritated.
"She's your Bella, and you're her Edward!"
As I deciphered this, my mouth dropped.
"Alice…" I swallowed. "Are you saying… this girl… Chief Swan's nice… She's my…? Her blood…? We're not…?"
Alice stepped towards me, never taking her eyes off my face. I couldn't think. I never thought I'd ever find someone whose blood would be the sweetest to me. I always thought that Edward and Emmett got lucky… and that if I didn't go finding the blood, the blood wouldn't find me. I sighed. How wrong somebody can be.
"Am I going to hurt her?"
The emotions running off Alice made my head spin. She was confused, hurt, worried… but somehow, happy and relieved. I couldn't understand this. I frowned deeply.
"No." she shook her head. "You're not going to hurt her."
I nodded.
"OK…" I sighed. I decided if I wasn't going to hurt her, and she'd be OK, then there was no reason for me to continue this conversation. I'd gotten all the information I'd required "Well, Emmett and I are going to go hunting. Take care, Alice. If you get anymore updates on…"
"Ava." Alice whispered. "Ava Whistler."
"Ava…" I repeated her name. Even the name sounded sweet. I shuddered. "Let me know, alright?"
She nodded.
I repeated her movement, before leaning down and placing a kiss on her cheek.
"See you soon." I promised, and then I was gone.
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Alice's POV
I watched him go. Guilt over-whelmed me. I prayed my words were convincing. I couldn't bear to hurt Jasper anymore than I was. If he'd known… what I'd seen… he probably wouldn't want to stay in Forks. But there was no reason, no reason why we couldn't help him. Edward didn't hurt Bella, so why should Jasper hurt Ava?
My words rang in my ears.
No… you're not going to hurt her.
I sighed, and a shiver went down my spine.
'Yet.'
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First chapter! Yay! Can I get a 'whoot whoot'? silence No? crickets, tumbleweed OK, fair enough.
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