Category: Twilight Fanfiction (Page 18 of 26)

Demure

I step out of the shower, glancing at the clock.

Perfect timing.

By now, Edward’ll be in position, waiting for my arrival – ready for me.

I don’t hurry to get ready. He’ll wait for as long as I wish him to, and he’ll take whatever I deign to give him.

Funny, really, how my usually take-charge husband so willingly gives himself to me.

When I open the door to our playroom, I smile at his waiting form, kneeling in the middle of the room, knees spread wide, eyes downcast, hands locked behind his head, and his cock hard and needy.

Elixir

But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine

He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine

I watch in amusement as Bella and Alice dance together, singing along at the top of their lungs to one of the silliest songs I’ve ever heard. But it’s a favorite of theirs.

Bella grins, pulling me up from my seat, Alice soon joining in the effort. I roll my eyes, but oblige. It’s her birthday, after all, and this “sock-hop” was her idea.

Love Potion Number Nine…

As the last notes drift away, I pull her to me.

Hollow

The second the last drop of blood passes my lips, my senses return, bringing remorse. Panic. Guilt.

With horror, I lay down the drained form of some nameless woman with more care than is warranted. I stare down at her, her final moments replaying in my mind now the haze of blood-lust is lifting. I feel it all again.

Pain.

Fear.

Despair.

Loss.

Love.

And worst of all – forgiveness.

She hadn’t known me, hadn’t known who or what I was, but she forgave the sin of ending her life – even asked me to forgive her.

Sated, I feel empty inside.

Push

“Come on, Bella, just one more… that’s it; you can do it…”

Bella growls something unintelligible at the doctor, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she strains harder still. Her fingers are a vise around my hand as she tightens her grip. For a moment, I worry she might break some bones – hers, or mine.

All is forgotten when a shrill wail fills the air.

Seconds pass.

My eyes are fixed on Bella’s, unable to handle the sight of blood on her.

The nurse appears next to me, placing our son on Bella’s chest with a whispered, “Congratulations.”

Her foot scuffs the dirt. A frown mars her brow. Her teeth worry her lip.

Sighing, I pull her to me, murmuring, “What’s wrong, Bells?”

She blushes, ducks her head. “Nothing,” she mumbles.

Silence.

Resting my head on top of hers, we watch the view from our campsite for a while.

Finally, she shifts.

She whispers, “Jasper? When did you… How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That you were into guys.”

I pause, confused why she’s asking after years of knowing me.

“There’s this girl…” she adds in a soft voice, blushing fiercely.

“Bella?”

“I think I like her, Jazz.”

Quixotic

Watching things unfold in front of my eyes, I’m torn between amusement and concern – for my family as well as, strangely enough, Bella – and exasperation.

Being from the South, and being as old as I am, how to treat a lady was bred into me. So I understand perfectly Edward’s desire to treat Bella right. Though not quite from the same era as me, he still hails from a time when women were doted upon.

Seeing the extremes he takes it to, though, leaves me shaking my head – and at times stifling a laugh, especially when I feel Bella’s reactions.

Return

“Return to sender – address unknown. No such number. No such zone,” the radio blares.

It’d almost be funny, if I wasn’t staring at the large envelope in my hands, reading those very words over and over again, as I have ever since the mail arrived.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wipe furiously at my eyes.

I’ve been trying to get in touch with my dad for months, but he refuses to acknowledge I even exist.

His last words to me before he kicked me out ring in my ears.

You are dead to me.

Soon, I will be.

Ripple

“Leah, no!”

None of us realized there was one more left until Leah goes after him. She’s determined, but her pent up anger and need to prove herself make her lax. She’s losing.

“Jacob!”

I run, but I’m not fast enough to prevent Jacob from having his bones crushed.

The piercing howls and growls of anger echo in the air – the rage and need for revenge, as well as concern for their brother, seem to ripple from wolf to wolf.

Like a stone tossed in water, the effect is ongoing. Growing. Changing.

Carlisle is at Jacob’s side in an instant.

Simple

I stand by the door, taking a second to just breathe and observe.

Our whole family is here today to celebrate his fortieth birthday. It’s a milestone, considering the doctors had given him only a year to live – three years ago.

Jasper’s laugh reaches my ears, causing me to smile. He looks radiant – beautiful.

Walking up to him, I kiss the crown of his head.

He looks up, grinning. “Hey, babe. Sit with me?”

I comply. He puts an arm around my shoulders.

Glancing around again, I realize this is perfect.

Family.

Food.

Music.

As laid back as my husband.