Category: Twilight Drabbles (Page 5 of 10)

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“Jazz! Snap out of it, man…”

“Jasper, stop!”

Their words wash over me as Emmett carries me outside, his arms locked tight around my chest. They do nothing but incite my anger.

That blood is mine! Mine!

It isn’t until we’re far enough away for the fresh air to take the smell of her blood with it that sense starts to crawl back to me.

Blood… so much blood…

My body slackens. Emmett lets go once he figures out I’ve stopped fighting. I fall to the ground.

Oh God… Bella! What have I done?

I dry-heave, needing to expel…

Purge.

Damp

“Oh Jazzie, it’s all gone… what’re we going to do?”

Alice’s voice trembles as she digs through what’s left of our bookshelves, picking up our wedding album. It, like everything else we own, is sodden after the flood.

We had only barely managed to get out ourselves before things got too bad, but we had to leave everything behind – including our pets.

I sigh as I kneel next to Jake’s body, running my fingers through his damp fur. “I’m sorry, buddy… we’re gonna miss you.”

A whimper.

Looking up, I see Leah crawling out from her hiding place behind Jake.

Defile

“Oh, God…”

My hand flies to my throat at the sight before me as I try in vain to suppress a sob.

The headstone’s overturned, the flowers I’d left the week before shredded and thrown everywhere. There’s graffiti marring the letters and his picture, but my eyes are too blurred with tears to be able to read what it says.

I’d been warned and had come prepared, or so I thought. Silently, I set about cleaning his final resting place, not stopping until the headstone is clean and upright again.

Here Lies Major Jasper Whitlock. Beloved Son, Husband, And Father.

“Ready?” I whisper.

She nods. I remove my hands from her eyes. She blinks, taking in the scene before her, gasping softly. “Jasper! What’s all this?”

She turns to me with wide eyes. I grin, resting my hands on her extended belly.

“Well, B, since you’re not really allowed out of bed… I wanted to do something to make our anniversary special. Especially since it’ll be the last one we’ll spend alone.”

She turns in my arms, kissing me deeply. “That’s the sweetest thing…”

Carefully, I help her down onto the cushions before settling next to her.

“Happy anniversary, darlin’.”

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.”