The Descent
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 09
In a quaint mansion located somewhere in the rural reaches of up-state New York, a petite, spiky-haired female whimpered as she rocked on her bed and rubbed her temples.
Why, oh why was she subject to such a hellish gift? For the hundredth time she wished for the power to turn it off but this time like all the others, it was a futile wish and her visions continued, trapping her in a never-ending loop of taunting and horror. "Jasper," she whimpered, unwillingly captured by the visions of him making love to a beautiful brunette and an equally beautiful blonde; both vampires, she could tell. Then there were the other visions—visions of him feeding from countless humans; some with precision and grace, others with horrific brutality—all serving to make the crack in her heart grow a little more each day.
Clenching her eyes shut as she curled into a tighter ball on her bed, she finally cried out, "Stop! Please, just stop!"
Her door flew open and Carlisle and Esme entered. Esme sat on the bed and gathered her into her arms, stroking gentle fingers through her hair as she did so. "What is it sweet girl?" she crooned. "What's wrong? Please, won't you tell us?"
"It's...it's Jasper, Mama. I keep seeing him and can't get the visions to stop!" she cried as Esme rocked her. With that, she went back to whimpering and would say no more.
Esme looked at her mate. "I think we need Edward," she murmured. "We need to see. Perhaps then we can help."
He nodded and left the room to go search for his first childe. Since leaving Forks, he'd been spending as much time out of the house as possible, preferring solitude over their company.
After the move, none of the children wished to enroll in school and so they moved to a very rural property from which Carlisle commuted each day for work. Today just happened to be his day off and he'd been looking forward to spending it with his family.
He sighed as he ran through the dense trees, distraught at the thought of his family. Compared to what it used to be, it was broken and he wasn't sure it would ever be the same again. No, that wasn't quite right; he knew it wouldn't be the same and now his sweet daughter, his beloved little Alice was suffering because of it.
He growled when he thought of the root of their discord; Bella Swan. The presence of one little human girl had torn their harmony to pieces and he would never regret anything more than allowing it to happen.
Finally catching the scent of his son, he redirected his thoughts to a more mundane topic and took off on the trail. It wouldn't do to have his son upset with him, especially when they needed his help.
'Edward?' he thought, calling out mentally. 'Son, you're needed at home please.'
Within moments, he heard the light, quick footfalls of Edward's approach so he stopped and waited.
"What is it Carlisle?" he asked immediately as he came to a stop.
"It's Alice. She's having disturbing visions and she can't or won't share them with us. Esme thinks if we know what they are, we'll be able to help her and I think she may be right. At any rate, it's worth trying."
Edward sighed and gestured toward home. "All right. Shall we go then?"
Carlisle nodded and they took off. The minute they got within his 'hearing' range, he gasped and glanced at Carlisle. "I see what you mean and I'm sorry I haven't been around."
Carlisle smiled wanly. "We understand son, but it's good that you're here now. Go and watch her visions for a while and when you're done, we'll talk."
He nodded and made his way to his room. It wasn't necessary to be in the same room as Alice and being so might even hinder things. She might make an effort to block him by jumbling her thoughts and that would defeat his purpose of being here.
As he settled in the middle of his floor, he closed his eyes and concentrated just as her whimpering voice drifted to him.
"No, Jasper! Please, no! Not again…"
He stifled a gasp at what he saw—a beautiful blonde, tender lovemaking, small smiles, gentle caresses, her head shakes, red eyes filled with sorrow as she gives him a sad farewell kiss…
A filthy alley, a very similar blonde—this time unmistakably human—cruel words spoken in Italian, crying and pleading, the tender caress of a cheek, a vicious bite, blood everywhere, death…
The scene changes abruptly and now it's of a shapely brunette, pinned face-first by his hand, her legs part and he sinks into her from behind, she struggles weakly and pushes back, begging, demanding, more…harder…and so he obliges…
The brunette on hands and knees amidst puddled blood…he slams into her over and over…she tosses her head and moans…his fucking is brutal, relentless, amidst his growls and grunts…her orgasm blinding as he takes it in just before reaching his own peak with a snarl…
Edward's eyes fly open, his breathing shallow and labored as he runs a hand through his hair. He holds his hands in front of him, shocked to see them tremble.
Just then, another vision assaults his mind and he gasps yet again…
The brunette pins a swarthy male to the alley wall and toys with him…her fingers trace the male's cheek while her mouth traces a path to his pulse…she bites while stifling sound from him…she drains him and drops him and Jasper reaches out to her…he spins her to face him and…
"Ahhh!" Edward cried out as he grabbed his hair with both hands, his eyes wide as he stared into nothingness. "Noooo! No, no, no! It can't be!" he screamed as Carlisle bursts into his room.
"What is it son?!" he questions, frantic to know as he hits his knees in front of his distraught childe. "Tell me Edward!" he demands as he cups his childe's face.
Edward looks into his sire's eyes, his own filled with pain and desolation. "It's Bella," he whimpers weakly. "She's…she's with Jasper and they're vicious," he hissed. "…they're savage…they're killers."
~o0o~
Steam billows and fills the bathroom as I step under the pulsing streams of water and stare down at the weakened blood now swirling down the drain. "Hmmm," I moan as my tense muscles relax. "Oh god," I murmur. "This is so good."
A smile curves my lips at the feel of strong arms wrapping me as a muscled body presses close, his hard cock nestled against my ass. He kisses my neck and murmurs, "I know what could make it better."
I grin and turn to nip at his neck. "Do you?" I question playfully before looking up at him through my lashes. "What makes you so sure?" I ask as I reach down and stroke his silky, hard cock.
He chuckles darkly and grinds against my center. "Is that enough proof for ya sugar?"
I take his luscious lips in a kiss which he deepens, his tongue dominant as it strokes and plays against mine while the last of the blood sluices from our bodies. I moan at the feel of his hands as they squeeze my breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples as he swallows my sounds.
"Ahhh," I say when he breaks the kiss to bite and suck at my neck. "I don't know, think I need more proof," I breathe and he laughs lowly, the dark and velvet sound of it sending a shiver down my spine even as my center floods in anticipation. I want him…again…desperately…and he knows it.
"Don't play with me Isabella," he growls as he lifts me and pins me against the tiles. His eyes are black now as he stares into mine. "You may get more than you can handle."
I wrap my legs around him and grind against him while gripping his shoulders. "I'll take my chances Major. I like my odds."
I watch as his eyes sparkle with challenge and he laughs again, dark and low as he lines up and thrusts into me.
I can't help it; my eyes close and mouth drops open to allow a quick, indrawn breath followed by a long, low moan as he slowly but powerfully fucks me, his hard, thick cock gliding in and out as my body jolts with each stroke. "Oh fuuuck," I groan as I clench around him. "Yes, Jasper…jeeesus," I hiss. "Just like that…"
My head rolls forward onto his shoulder then and I watch as his glistening cock enters me time and again, slow and hard and hitting that spot inside that makes my insides tighten and thrill.
He nuzzles just under my chin without missing a beat and it gets my attention. "You all warmed up now darlin'?
I bite my lip and nod as I look at him with hooded eyes and a slow grin stretches his lips as he braces both hands on the wall to either side of me. "Good…that's good, 'cause here we go baby doll. Don't let go."
Before it ever occurs to me to ask what he means by that, he draws his hips back and surges forward but doesn't stop there, his speed and strength ever increasing as bits of tile begin to crack and fall around me.
None of that matters though as I plunge into pleasure so great I'm incoherent, capable only of sounds so base and primal, I don't recognize them. Moaning, keening, crying, growling…all of that and more fills the room and I swear he's about to fuck me through the wall as whole tiles loosen and fall, shattering at his feet as I spiral tighter and tighter, higher and higher until I scream his name, begging for mercy.
Just the feel of his hard, slick cock filling, stretching, stroking and pounding…the sight of his beautiful, muscled, sleek, hard body…the sounds of his exertion, his growls, grunts and pants as he gives me what I never knew I wanted…it was all too much…it was not enough…it was torture…it was exquisite…and finally…finally, I reach the height of it all and shatter, completely and absolutely with an anguished scream of his name.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I feel as he catches my limp form. I feel as he tenses and groans as he fills me and I feel as he rinses us both and steps out to wrap us both in towels.
"Jasper?" I manage to question as he lays us both on the bed.
"Yeah darlin?" he responds with a kiss to my neck.
I curl into him and kiss his bare chest. "You saved some of that for later didn't you?"
He laughed lightly and pulled me closer while smacking my ass. "Oh yeah baby doll. Anytime, you just say the word."
In a quaint mansion located somewhere in the rural reaches of up-state New York, a petite, spiky-haired female whimpered as she rocked on her bed and rubbed her temples.
Why, oh why was she subject to such a hellish gift? For the hundredth time she wished for the power to turn it off but this time like all the others, it was a futile wish and her visions continued, trapping her in a never-ending loop of taunting and horror. "Jasper," she whimpered, unwillingly captured by the visions of him making love to a beautiful brunette and an equally beautiful blonde; both vampires, she could tell. Then there were the other visions—visions of him feeding from countless humans; some with precision and grace, others with horrific brutality—all serving to make the crack in her heart grow a little more each day.
Clenching her eyes shut as she curled into a tighter ball on her bed, she finally cried out, "Stop! Please, just stop!"
Her door flew open and Carlisle and Esme entered. Esme sat on the bed and gathered her into her arms, stroking gentle fingers through her hair as she did so. "What is it sweet girl?" she crooned. "What's wrong? Please, won't you tell us?"
"It's...it's Jasper, Mama. I keep seeing him and can't get the visions to stop!" she cried as Esme rocked her. With that, she went back to whimpering and would say no more.
Esme looked at her mate. "I think we need Edward," she murmured. "We need to see. Perhaps then we can help."
He nodded and left the room to go search for his first childe. Since leaving Forks, he'd been spending as much time out of the house as possible, preferring solitude over their company.
After the move, none of the children wished to enroll in school and so they moved to a very rural property from which Carlisle commuted each day for work. Today just happened to be his day off and he'd been looking forward to spending it with his family.
He sighed as he ran through the dense trees, distraught at the thought of his family. Compared to what it used to be, it was broken and he wasn't sure it would ever be the same again. No, that wasn't quite right; he knew it wouldn't be the same and now his sweet daughter, his beloved little Alice was suffering because of it.
He growled when he thought of the root of their discord; Bella Swan. The presence of one little human girl had torn their harmony to pieces and he would never regret anything more than allowing it to happen.
Finally catching the scent of his son, he redirected his thoughts to a more mundane topic and took off on the trail. It wouldn't do to have his son upset with him, especially when they needed his help.
'Edward?' he thought, calling out mentally. 'Son, you're needed at home please.'
Within moments, he heard the light, quick footfalls of Edward's approach so he stopped and waited.
"What is it Carlisle?" he asked immediately as he came to a stop.
"It's Alice. She's having disturbing visions and she can't or won't share them with us. Esme thinks if we know what they are, we'll be able to help her and I think she may be right. At any rate, it's worth trying."
Edward sighed and gestured toward home. "All right. Shall we go then?"
Carlisle nodded and they took off. The minute they got within his 'hearing' range, he gasped and glanced at Carlisle. "I see what you mean and I'm sorry I haven't been around."
Carlisle smiled wanly. "We understand son, but it's good that you're here now. Go and watch her visions for a while and when you're done, we'll talk."
He nodded and made his way to his room. It wasn't necessary to be in the same room as Alice and being so might even hinder things. She might make an effort to block him by jumbling her thoughts and that would defeat his purpose of being here.
As he settled in the middle of his floor, he closed his eyes and concentrated just as her whimpering voice drifted to him.
"No, Jasper! Please, no! Not again…"
He stifled a gasp at what he saw—a beautiful blonde, tender lovemaking, small smiles, gentle caresses, her head shakes, red eyes filled with sorrow as she gives him a sad farewell kiss…
A filthy alley, a very similar blonde—this time unmistakably human—cruel words spoken in Italian, crying and pleading, the tender caress of a cheek, a vicious bite, blood everywhere, death…
The scene changes abruptly and now it's of a shapely brunette, pinned face-first by his hand, her legs part and he sinks into her from behind, she struggles weakly and pushes back, begging, demanding, more…harder…and so he obliges…
The brunette on hands and knees amidst puddled blood…he slams into her over and over…she tosses her head and moans…his fucking is brutal, relentless, amidst his growls and grunts…her orgasm blinding as he takes it in just before reaching his own peak with a snarl…
Edward's eyes fly open, his breathing shallow and labored as he runs a hand through his hair. He holds his hands in front of him, shocked to see them tremble.
Just then, another vision assaults his mind and he gasps yet again…
The brunette pins a swarthy male to the alley wall and toys with him…her fingers trace the male's cheek while her mouth traces a path to his pulse…she bites while stifling sound from him…she drains him and drops him and Jasper reaches out to her…he spins her to face him and…
"Ahhh!" Edward cried out as he grabbed his hair with both hands, his eyes wide as he stared into nothingness. "Noooo! No, no, no! It can't be!" he screamed as Carlisle bursts into his room.
"What is it son?!" he questions, frantic to know as he hits his knees in front of his distraught childe. "Tell me Edward!" he demands as he cups his childe's face.
Edward looks into his sire's eyes, his own filled with pain and desolation. "It's Bella," he whimpers weakly. "She's…she's with Jasper and they're vicious," he hissed. "…they're savage…they're killers."
~o0o~
Steam billows and fills the bathroom as I step under the pulsing streams of water and stare down at the weakened blood now swirling down the drain. "Hmmm," I moan as my tense muscles relax. "Oh god," I murmur. "This is so good."
A smile curves my lips at the feel of strong arms wrapping me as a muscled body presses close, his hard cock nestled against my ass. He kisses my neck and murmurs, "I know what could make it better."
I grin and turn to nip at his neck. "Do you?" I question playfully before looking up at him through my lashes. "What makes you so sure?" I ask as I reach down and stroke his silky, hard cock.
He chuckles darkly and grinds against my center. "Is that enough proof for ya sugar?"
I take his luscious lips in a kiss which he deepens, his tongue dominant as it strokes and plays against mine while the last of the blood sluices from our bodies. I moan at the feel of his hands as they squeeze my breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples as he swallows my sounds.
"Ahhh," I say when he breaks the kiss to bite and suck at my neck. "I don't know, think I need more proof," I breathe and he laughs lowly, the dark and velvet sound of it sending a shiver down my spine even as my center floods in anticipation. I want him…again…desperately…and he knows it.
"Don't play with me Isabella," he growls as he lifts me and pins me against the tiles. His eyes are black now as he stares into mine. "You may get more than you can handle."
I wrap my legs around him and grind against him while gripping his shoulders. "I'll take my chances Major. I like my odds."
I watch as his eyes sparkle with challenge and he laughs again, dark and low as he lines up and thrusts into me.
I can't help it; my eyes close and mouth drops open to allow a quick, indrawn breath followed by a long, low moan as he slowly but powerfully fucks me, his hard, thick cock gliding in and out as my body jolts with each stroke. "Oh fuuuck," I groan as I clench around him. "Yes, Jasper…jeeesus," I hiss. "Just like that…"
My head rolls forward onto his shoulder then and I watch as his glistening cock enters me time and again, slow and hard and hitting that spot inside that makes my insides tighten and thrill.
He nuzzles just under my chin without missing a beat and it gets my attention. "You all warmed up now darlin'?
I bite my lip and nod as I look at him with hooded eyes and a slow grin stretches his lips as he braces both hands on the wall to either side of me. "Good…that's good, 'cause here we go baby doll. Don't let go."
Before it ever occurs to me to ask what he means by that, he draws his hips back and surges forward but doesn't stop there, his speed and strength ever increasing as bits of tile begin to crack and fall around me.
None of that matters though as I plunge into pleasure so great I'm incoherent, capable only of sounds so base and primal, I don't recognize them. Moaning, keening, crying, growling…all of that and more fills the room and I swear he's about to fuck me through the wall as whole tiles loosen and fall, shattering at his feet as I spiral tighter and tighter, higher and higher until I scream his name, begging for mercy.
Just the feel of his hard, slick cock filling, stretching, stroking and pounding…the sight of his beautiful, muscled, sleek, hard body…the sounds of his exertion, his growls, grunts and pants as he gives me what I never knew I wanted…it was all too much…it was not enough…it was torture…it was exquisite…and finally…finally, I reach the height of it all and shatter, completely and absolutely with an anguished scream of his name.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I feel as he catches my limp form. I feel as he tenses and groans as he fills me and I feel as he rinses us both and steps out to wrap us both in towels.
"Jasper?" I manage to question as he lays us both on the bed.
"Yeah darlin?" he responds with a kiss to my neck.
I curl into him and kiss his bare chest. "You saved some of that for later didn't you?"
He laughed lightly and pulled me closer while smacking my ass. "Oh yeah baby doll. Anytime, you just say the word."
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