The Destiny Concept | Jasper Hale

Chapter 4 ✔️

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—Isaac
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"—and you're dead." My arms wrapped around Althea and she let out an irritated huff. "You're not even trying today." I let go off her and made her turn around and face me.

At least once a week I try and help Althea learn how to defend herself against a vampire for long enough that me or Chris are able to get to her. She's usually quite good at it. She's developed her own ways to confuse a bloodthirsty vampire so that she can get away. Playing tricks is her specialty.

Today, she's been off. Not as alert as usual and it's making me worry. Now, it's obviously expected that she'll be off her game. She's still trying to bounce back after her mother, but you can't blame me for worrying.

"I am trying." She sighed in response as she pushed my hands off her shoulders. She was frustrated, but I don't think it's with me. I think she might be frustrated with herself.

"Then prove it. Show me that you're trying. No holding back. Use every ounce of anger you have." I spoke clearly with assertion. It seemed to flick a switch in her, which was good. That what I wanted her to do.

I attacked her as I usually would, getting my hands to restrain her arms, holding just above her elbows when I felt one of her legs wrap around the back of my knee, and as she pulled back my leg, she twisted her arms so that my grip slipped off her arm, so that it was her bundled sleeve in my hand instead. She quickly placed her foot on top of my other one and pulled her arms out of the sleeves enough to through them forward with enough force that I'd stumble.

With that, I moved quickly to try and get behind her. That's when she ducked down, and in an instant kicked hard at my knee and threw a small glass ball, that shattered the second it hit the wall of our house.

I turned my head in that direction, giving her a short moment to stab the soft spot between my neck and collarbone with a silver dagger, which made me drop to my knees.

"Told you that you wasn't trying." I groaned, taking the knife out and handing it back to her. Being a vampire, and a healer meant I was the perfect person for her to train with, and that if she stabbed me, I could heal very quickly.

"Tais-toi," and now she's telling me to shut up in French. I laughed when she did, and now I feel like she might stab me again. I shouldn't have given her the dagger back.

"What have I told you two about this." Our father sighed as he stepped outside to where me and Althea were. I was still on the floor while Althea was cleaning her dagger because apparently "my obnoxious personality rubs on it when she stabs me".

"Althea needs to be able to protect herself." I answered, getting back onto my feet, brushing off the leaves, and dry dirt off my clothes. He came out, and knew exactly what we were doing because he would have heard Althea smash the small glass ball against the wall.

"And in the process of teaching her, you might accidentally hurt her." He said, which made Althea scoff.

"Don't be an ass." I looked at her with a glare, which made her glare back to mock me.

"Language," Chris sighed. He hated when me and Althea trained because he was always afraid that she'd get hurt, which has happened a few times, but I heal her whenever that happens. She asks me to make the situation as realistic as possible because she doesn't want to overestimate her ability.