His Brother

Help?

Hearing a phone ring pierced the quiet of the early morning, shattering the fragile tranquility that lingered in the air. The sound vibrated insistently through the sheets, causing both figures nestled under the blanket to stir, their peaceful slumber interrupted.

"Ugh... turn that off," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep as she shifted restlessly, pulling the blanket tighter around her. The other figure, slightly more awake but still groggy, reached out, fumbling for the source of the relentless noise. After a moment of clumsy searching, he finally managed to grab the phone, sitting up as the blanket slid down, revealing a man in his twenties, his tousled hair falling over his forehead like a messy halo.

"Yeah, who is it?" he grumbled, irritation clearly evident in his voice, the annoyance rolling off him in waves.

"It's me, Jasper," came the reply from the other end, and Tomas pulled the phone from his ear to check the caller ID, his expression shifting from annoyance to mild curiosity. A flash of recognition sparked in his tired mind, but it was quickly overshadowed by irritation.

"Did you need something? I was peacefully sleeping," he muttered, fighting the urge to fall back into the warm embrace of slumber. The early morning light streamed through the window, taunting him with its brightness.

On the other end, Jasper glanced at Alice, who sat beside him, her expression serious and tense. She nodded, and he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the words that were about to come. "Tomas, we're in trouble," he said, his voice strained, the weight of the world evident in his tone.

Tomas sighed heavily, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he stood up. "How much trouble?" he asked, already bracing himself for the worst. He reached down to grab his shirt off the floor, slipping it on as he trudged into the kitchen, the familiar scent of blood bags filling the air, mingling with the remnants of sleep still clinging to him.

"Uh...newborn army trouble," Jasper revealed, his anxiety palpable, and Tomas felt a knot tighten in his stomach.

"Newborn army," Tomas repeated, pausing mid-sip from a blood bag, looking up at the ceiling as if seeking answers. 'Why?' The question hung in the air, heavy with dread and frustration. How many times had he been pulled away from peaceful moments by such nonsense?

"Jasper, what did you do this time?" he demanded, irritation bubbling to the surface as he already felt the weight of the impending chaos settling on his shoulders.

"Something bad," Jasper admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with guilt and fear.

"Alright, I'm coming," Tomas announced, sensing the urgency in his brother's tone. He heard Jasper let out a sigh of relief before hanging up, the sound echoing in his ear like a final nail in the coffin of his morning.

With a quick glance back at his lover, still peacefully asleep in bed, Tomas leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, a silent promise of his return, even as the irritation simmered beneath his skin. He then walked to the front door, opening it to the cool morning air outside, which felt like a slap in the face after the warmth of their shared bed.

As he stepped out, he locked the door behind him, a sense of dread settling in his chest like a brick. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the chaos that awaited in Forks. With a flick of his wrist, he set off at superhuman speed, the world around him blurring into a rush of colors as he raced toward his brother, ready to face whatever lay ahead, annoyance still gnawing at him like a persistent itch.