The Inauspicious Beginnings Of A Prince
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 22
Jasper sighed as he put the last of their purchases away in the dresser drawers. He and Bella were now back in his old room in the Cullen house, a fact that grated on him but for now, was a necessary evil. They had to have a place to live while they did their last year of school after all. He'd already made up his mind that if things didn't smooth out after a week or so, he would be shopping for a small house, either here in Forks, or further afield in Port Angeles. He wasn't in the mood to put up with any more of Carlisle's shit. If the vampire couldn't keep his comments to himself, the rest of the residents here were going to have to try and peel Jasper off of the asshole.
He had been an absolute shit when everyone had noticed the smoke and flames of two days ago; immediately getting into Jasper's face. Demanding to know what was going on. Then Emmett had asked the million dollar question; where was Edward? Jasper almost laughed when he recalled the look of horror on Carlisle's face when he realized that his most precious Edward was amongst the ashes of the cottage.
As it was, he smirked. Carlisle. The fucker.
Jasper hadn't thought that his hatred of his dear ol' dad could go any deeper but he'd been proven wrong that day.
That day, he'd had to hand Bella off to Paula and get back into Carlisle's self righteous face. He almost took said face off several times and he would have had it not been for his Uncle Aro. For reasons that Jasper could not fathom, Aro actually liked Carlisle, enough to save his miserable ass from patricide.
Esme hadn't even stepped up to defend him and that's saying something.
Carlisle had even gone so far as to say that Bella had led Edward on and that's when Jasper had really lost it. It had taken all three kings to hold him back, especially when Carlisle had smirked at him while he was pinned down.
Caius had seen the smirk and had promptly gotten up and kicked Carlisle's ass all over the property. He was still trying to heal from it due to his repressed healing caused by his squirrel sucking diet.
Jasper balled his fists and began taking deep breaths. It wouldn't do for him to get that pissed off all over again.
Aro was his uncle, yes, but he was his King first and Jasper had to respect that. Such respect had been ingrained in him since he was eight years old and it was more than just a moral to live by. It was a part of him and he would not go against it.
But if Carlisle kept fucking up, Jasper was sure that his father and Uncle Marcus would advocate for his destruction and once Jasper had such a green light, there would be no stopping him.
He was patient because he was sure that someday, Carlisle would cross the line and Jasper intended to be there when he did.
All these thoughts eventually led him to thinking of his quiet brother, Peter. He sighed. His brother had started school two days ago and was doing well as far as Jasper could tell. They hadn't exactly sat down and had a conversation. Jasper had been too preoccupied with helping Bella through this time and replacing all they had lost in the toasted cottage. Hell, he hadn't even talked to his brother about what had happened between he and Bella.
Jasper sat down and placed his head in his hands, breathing deeply. Sometimes he wished he could just get the fuck off of this spinning rock for a while.
He felt tears of frustration fill his eyes and he growled, clenching his hands in his hair, pulling at the strands.
Shooting up from his seat, he let out a feral growl and launched himself from the balcony off of his bedroom.
His destination; Seattle, and all the low life's that he could suck dry.
Restraint was not in his vocabulary this night. He would clean up after himself, certainly, but this night would be drenched in blood, there was no doubt.
~o0o~
Bella let the tears fall after she had heard that distressed and feral growl that spoke of pain unspeakable.
She knew that her love was on the edge and had been since the rape, but there was nothing she could do for him right now, she knew. He had to work through the frustration and pain on his own for a time before she could comfort him. She just had to make sure that when that time came, she was there for him as he had been for her; without fail.
Instead of coddling her he had loved her, empowered and strengthened her and she never could love him enough for that. It had been just what she'd needed and had pulled her out of any self pity sessions before she could even settle in.
She knew she still had a long road ahead of her. It had only been a couple of days since it happened after all, but she knew, without a doubt, that he was there for her and that made all the difference.
She dried her eyes, set her shoulders and made her way to their room. She would be there for him when he returned to her. She looked around and nodded to herself. She had shit to do before her vampire came back.
~o0o~
Paula sat on a rock, staring into her reflection on the calm water of the pool she had found deep in the woods.
She was reeling at all that was going on and at all that had gone on in the lives of these vampires that she thought she knew so well. She obviously didn't know the half of it.
What shocked her the most was the animosity between Carlisle and his son, Jasper. No, scratch that. What was between them could not be defined as simple animosity. She would place it in the realm of deep and venomous hatred. A hatred between two beings that, prior to this, she was sure were incapable of such black emotions. It boggled her mind to think of it.
One thing she was sure of; there would be no reconciliation between them. Ever. She was sure, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that Jasper was merely biding his time until the day that he could end the vampire that had contributed to his life biologically.
Her heart ached at the thought of the little boy she once knew, the happy, bright and loved beyond measure little boy, harboring such darkness within him. She hoped, fervently, that it would not change him permanently.
~o0o~
Peter paced his room, his thoughts in turmoil. He couldn't believe what he was feeling from his father. Jasper's father. Carlisle.
His breathing sped up and tears sprang into his eyes. How could their own father have such feelings against one of his sons?
Add to that the malevolence that he was picking up from the elusive Alice. Oh, no one else seemed to notice her lurking on the fringes of everything, but Peter did. He was quiet and observant and it was for these reasons that he was able to watch her carefully.
He saw the smile that overtook her face when she heard the news of Bella's rape. He saw the satisfaction in her eyes when Jasper and Bella had to move back into the main house.
He saw the indifference in her demeanor at the news of Edwards demise, just before she put on a mourning façade. He saw it all. The big question for him was what to do with all he saw?
Right now, he was so confused by all of the fake personalities in the house that he wasn't sure where to turn. He knew he could trust his brother, but Jasper had enough to deal with right now and he didn't want to burden him with anything that might just be inconsequential.
The answer to his dilemma came to him suddenly and with absolute certainty; Paula. He didn't know why or how, but he knew without a doubt that he could trust her implicitly.
Relief flooded through him as he spun on his heel, heading for the nearest exit. He could feel that she was not in the house at present and so he would look for her outside and in the nearby woods. He would let his gift help find her for she felt different to him than all others ever had.
He wondered at that, but dismissed his thoughts to focus on what he considered a mission. He had to share this burden and most importantly, decide what to do with what he knew and suspected. He'd try to puzzle out all the other oddities in his life later.
~o0o~
He was so focused on his destination and inner thoughts that he failed to pick up on the waves of malevolence that were emanating from the darkened corner of the living room as one sat, currently having visions of her hard work being ruined by someone once again.
The someone who had just walked out the door after having made the decision to talk to the vampire Paula.
Sighing, she began to adjust her plans until her visions came to be what she wanted them to be. When she had it fixed in her mind, she would implement the plan. Until then she would wait and adjust as needed.
~o0o~
Carlisle sat brooding in the darkest corner of his study, pain shooting through his consciousness every time he pictured sweet Edwards face. The face of his first companion. The face of his first and only real lover.
Oh, he had sex with Esme, and all of her predecessors and kept up the façade, just as Edward insisted all these years, but he hadn't liked it.
It had been Edward that had insisted that Carlisle find and change a woman. A woman who would be malleable, loyal, meek, maternal.
And so, with these traits in mind, they had set out to find such a woman. They had thought they had found such women multiple times throughout their years together but something always happened to ruin their arrangements.
Usually, it would be that the woman would discover Carlisle and Edwards' secret and then it always fell to Carlisle to destroy her and start all over again. But Edward had insisted it was necessary. He said that society would not accept two men living so closely together when it was obvious that they were not related and Carlisle saw the wisdom in that. He had a reputation to maintain as a respectable doctor after all and so, the cycle had continued, all the way up to Esme.
Carlisle and Edward had both been shocked when she had become pregnant just prior to the time they had intended to turn her and so they had thought to let nature take its course and that the pregnancy would kill her.
They were wrong. She had survived, and now, after a string of tragic events, here he was; mourning the loss of his one and only true love.
Pain, raw and debilitating seized his chest and his eyes blackened with hate and rage. The spawn had been the bane of his existence since they had found him nine years ago. Oh, he had thought at one point that he may be able to have and raise a son, but the child had seemed to sense something within him and had hated him from their first meeting.
Well, it was Carlisle's time now. He literally had nothing to live for and thus, nothing to lose. He would see the destruction of that evil that he had wrought seventeen long years ago if it was the last thing he did on this earth.
With these thoughts at the forefront of his poisoned mind, he began to plan.
Jasper sighed as he put the last of their purchases away in the dresser drawers. He and Bella were now back in his old room in the Cullen house, a fact that grated on him but for now, was a necessary evil. They had to have a place to live while they did their last year of school after all. He'd already made up his mind that if things didn't smooth out after a week or so, he would be shopping for a small house, either here in Forks, or further afield in Port Angeles. He wasn't in the mood to put up with any more of Carlisle's shit. If the vampire couldn't keep his comments to himself, the rest of the residents here were going to have to try and peel Jasper off of the asshole.
He had been an absolute shit when everyone had noticed the smoke and flames of two days ago; immediately getting into Jasper's face. Demanding to know what was going on. Then Emmett had asked the million dollar question; where was Edward? Jasper almost laughed when he recalled the look of horror on Carlisle's face when he realized that his most precious Edward was amongst the ashes of the cottage.
As it was, he smirked. Carlisle. The fucker.
Jasper hadn't thought that his hatred of his dear ol' dad could go any deeper but he'd been proven wrong that day.
That day, he'd had to hand Bella off to Paula and get back into Carlisle's self righteous face. He almost took said face off several times and he would have had it not been for his Uncle Aro. For reasons that Jasper could not fathom, Aro actually liked Carlisle, enough to save his miserable ass from patricide.
Esme hadn't even stepped up to defend him and that's saying something.
Carlisle had even gone so far as to say that Bella had led Edward on and that's when Jasper had really lost it. It had taken all three kings to hold him back, especially when Carlisle had smirked at him while he was pinned down.
Caius had seen the smirk and had promptly gotten up and kicked Carlisle's ass all over the property. He was still trying to heal from it due to his repressed healing caused by his squirrel sucking diet.
Jasper balled his fists and began taking deep breaths. It wouldn't do for him to get that pissed off all over again.
Aro was his uncle, yes, but he was his King first and Jasper had to respect that. Such respect had been ingrained in him since he was eight years old and it was more than just a moral to live by. It was a part of him and he would not go against it.
But if Carlisle kept fucking up, Jasper was sure that his father and Uncle Marcus would advocate for his destruction and once Jasper had such a green light, there would be no stopping him.
He was patient because he was sure that someday, Carlisle would cross the line and Jasper intended to be there when he did.
All these thoughts eventually led him to thinking of his quiet brother, Peter. He sighed. His brother had started school two days ago and was doing well as far as Jasper could tell. They hadn't exactly sat down and had a conversation. Jasper had been too preoccupied with helping Bella through this time and replacing all they had lost in the toasted cottage. Hell, he hadn't even talked to his brother about what had happened between he and Bella.
Jasper sat down and placed his head in his hands, breathing deeply. Sometimes he wished he could just get the fuck off of this spinning rock for a while.
He felt tears of frustration fill his eyes and he growled, clenching his hands in his hair, pulling at the strands.
Shooting up from his seat, he let out a feral growl and launched himself from the balcony off of his bedroom.
His destination; Seattle, and all the low life's that he could suck dry.
Restraint was not in his vocabulary this night. He would clean up after himself, certainly, but this night would be drenched in blood, there was no doubt.
~o0o~
Bella let the tears fall after she had heard that distressed and feral growl that spoke of pain unspeakable.
She knew that her love was on the edge and had been since the rape, but there was nothing she could do for him right now, she knew. He had to work through the frustration and pain on his own for a time before she could comfort him. She just had to make sure that when that time came, she was there for him as he had been for her; without fail.
Instead of coddling her he had loved her, empowered and strengthened her and she never could love him enough for that. It had been just what she'd needed and had pulled her out of any self pity sessions before she could even settle in.
She knew she still had a long road ahead of her. It had only been a couple of days since it happened after all, but she knew, without a doubt, that he was there for her and that made all the difference.
She dried her eyes, set her shoulders and made her way to their room. She would be there for him when he returned to her. She looked around and nodded to herself. She had shit to do before her vampire came back.
~o0o~
Paula sat on a rock, staring into her reflection on the calm water of the pool she had found deep in the woods.
She was reeling at all that was going on and at all that had gone on in the lives of these vampires that she thought she knew so well. She obviously didn't know the half of it.
What shocked her the most was the animosity between Carlisle and his son, Jasper. No, scratch that. What was between them could not be defined as simple animosity. She would place it in the realm of deep and venomous hatred. A hatred between two beings that, prior to this, she was sure were incapable of such black emotions. It boggled her mind to think of it.
One thing she was sure of; there would be no reconciliation between them. Ever. She was sure, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that Jasper was merely biding his time until the day that he could end the vampire that had contributed to his life biologically.
Her heart ached at the thought of the little boy she once knew, the happy, bright and loved beyond measure little boy, harboring such darkness within him. She hoped, fervently, that it would not change him permanently.
~o0o~
Peter paced his room, his thoughts in turmoil. He couldn't believe what he was feeling from his father. Jasper's father. Carlisle.
His breathing sped up and tears sprang into his eyes. How could their own father have such feelings against one of his sons?
Add to that the malevolence that he was picking up from the elusive Alice. Oh, no one else seemed to notice her lurking on the fringes of everything, but Peter did. He was quiet and observant and it was for these reasons that he was able to watch her carefully.
He saw the smile that overtook her face when she heard the news of Bella's rape. He saw the satisfaction in her eyes when Jasper and Bella had to move back into the main house.
He saw the indifference in her demeanor at the news of Edwards demise, just before she put on a mourning façade. He saw it all. The big question for him was what to do with all he saw?
Right now, he was so confused by all of the fake personalities in the house that he wasn't sure where to turn. He knew he could trust his brother, but Jasper had enough to deal with right now and he didn't want to burden him with anything that might just be inconsequential.
The answer to his dilemma came to him suddenly and with absolute certainty; Paula. He didn't know why or how, but he knew without a doubt that he could trust her implicitly.
Relief flooded through him as he spun on his heel, heading for the nearest exit. He could feel that she was not in the house at present and so he would look for her outside and in the nearby woods. He would let his gift help find her for she felt different to him than all others ever had.
He wondered at that, but dismissed his thoughts to focus on what he considered a mission. He had to share this burden and most importantly, decide what to do with what he knew and suspected. He'd try to puzzle out all the other oddities in his life later.
~o0o~
He was so focused on his destination and inner thoughts that he failed to pick up on the waves of malevolence that were emanating from the darkened corner of the living room as one sat, currently having visions of her hard work being ruined by someone once again.
The someone who had just walked out the door after having made the decision to talk to the vampire Paula.
Sighing, she began to adjust her plans until her visions came to be what she wanted them to be. When she had it fixed in her mind, she would implement the plan. Until then she would wait and adjust as needed.
~o0o~
Carlisle sat brooding in the darkest corner of his study, pain shooting through his consciousness every time he pictured sweet Edwards face. The face of his first companion. The face of his first and only real lover.
Oh, he had sex with Esme, and all of her predecessors and kept up the façade, just as Edward insisted all these years, but he hadn't liked it.
It had been Edward that had insisted that Carlisle find and change a woman. A woman who would be malleable, loyal, meek, maternal.
And so, with these traits in mind, they had set out to find such a woman. They had thought they had found such women multiple times throughout their years together but something always happened to ruin their arrangements.
Usually, it would be that the woman would discover Carlisle and Edwards' secret and then it always fell to Carlisle to destroy her and start all over again. But Edward had insisted it was necessary. He said that society would not accept two men living so closely together when it was obvious that they were not related and Carlisle saw the wisdom in that. He had a reputation to maintain as a respectable doctor after all and so, the cycle had continued, all the way up to Esme.
Carlisle and Edward had both been shocked when she had become pregnant just prior to the time they had intended to turn her and so they had thought to let nature take its course and that the pregnancy would kill her.
They were wrong. She had survived, and now, after a string of tragic events, here he was; mourning the loss of his one and only true love.
Pain, raw and debilitating seized his chest and his eyes blackened with hate and rage. The spawn had been the bane of his existence since they had found him nine years ago. Oh, he had thought at one point that he may be able to have and raise a son, but the child had seemed to sense something within him and had hated him from their first meeting.
Well, it was Carlisle's time now. He literally had nothing to live for and thus, nothing to lose. He would see the destruction of that evil that he had wrought seventeen long years ago if it was the last thing he did on this earth.
With these thoughts at the forefront of his poisoned mind, he began to plan.
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