Strings || Jasper Hale

Swan Song

Creed had made it a point to avoid talking to Bella for as long as he was able. It lasted all of a day, but the momentary rebellion had been worth it, he believed. Unfortunately, Charlie had a much different idea to what would happen.

He knew that his two children didn't get along as well as they probably should have. However, he had never before pushed it. Now they were both older, he thought that now was the time to try and condition them. Perhaps they would find that they had more in common than they first believed.

His brilliant idea was the Bella would not be in charge of driving the both of them to school. Creed wouldn't find it in him to protest, however much he disagreed with it. Bonding wasn't the first thing on his mind, especially not with his sister. He would have preferred Nick, or Tom, even.

Already, he had complained to the both of them, but neither could help very much. That being, they were in Ireland and Belgium. There was only so much that could be said over a phone to change something. Creed had even tried appealing to Jasper, but he thought that it might be a good thing.

As someone who appeared to be wise beyond his years, Jasper was often quite convincing. Usually, Creed didn't mind it, but then again, this was the first time that they hadn't agreed on the subject. He and Charlie both believed that this time together would allow the two of them to sit in that common ground. That was assuming they had some in the first place.

For a few days, their dinners had been odd as well. Charlie wasn't a good cook, which had been established, so Bella had decided to make everything for them. It was nicer to have home cooked meals, but it was the conversation which posed issues. None of them were particularly talkative, so simply, it was silent.

It seemed that Bella had expected her brother to get over himself and his distaste of food. She was sorely mistaken. Creed still found himself eating little, and even less in front of other people. He was thinning, and his skin was almost translucent. He was almost a skeleton.

Another morning, it was icy. Creed watched it fall that night from his window; part of him wanted to go outside beneath the starlight and play. He stopped himself, because the feeling of snow crunching beneath his boots was so much more joyous. A laugh escaped his lips. It was beautiful.

Charlie had left early for work, and Creed waited for his sister in the kitchen. She shovelled a bowl of cereal down before grabbing the keys to the truck. Not a single word transpired in that entire time. It was almost a skill. Perhaps they should have been going for a world record.

For once, they didn't listen to music in the truck like Bella would have preferred. It was their excuse for never talking, but then, she spoke. She was the one to start conversation; Creed should have known that it wouldn't be for anything pleasant. His sister was anything but.

"Why aren't you eating yet?"

Creed leant his head against the window. It was cold. His hair stuck to it. "Can't you try and be nice?"

"I'm just... I'm just asking." She gulped, awkwardly, instantly regretting her decision. "You didn't eat anything again this morning."

"Bella." He snapped, which was completely unlike himself. He regretted that just as much as she did, really. Quickly, Creed took a breath and apologised. "Sorry, I, uh, just don't."

Creed rarely found that school was his saviour, but in this case, it was like heaven had been served up to him on a platter. Being there meant being away from Bella. It meant that he could go and see Jasper. It meant that he could avoid the things he didn't want to face.

Bella had began to examine her tyres as soon as she exited the truck. Charlie had placed chains on them so that they didn't slip on the ice. He was thoughtful in that sort of way. She didn't know how lucky she was that her biological dad cared for her so greatly.

Creed rushed from the truck as quickly as he could so that he could find Jasper before home room. His eagerness became his downfall, ultimately. It's funny how things work out sometimes.

He didn't see it coming. It was odd for someone usually so observant. He hadn't seen it, but he heard it as clear as day. A car had swerved around the corner, out of control from the ice. He didn't see it, but he did feel it.

Creed was knocked backwards, and his head thwacked against the ground. He could feel the cold, but he was oddly warm. Everything was black; he wasn't sure if his eyes were already closed, but he didn't want to attempt to open them just in case he realised that he couldn't see at all. It was... strange.

"Creed? Creed!" Perhaps he couldn't feel anything, but he was glad that he could hear. Everything was cold and sticky and hard, but it didn't seem to matter. It took a while for Creed to realise it was Jasper's voice. He tried to smile. He didn't know if it had worked. "Creed!"

All things come to an end eventually. It is the way that things work, after all.

Creed was never to have known that his boyfriend was a vampire. He couldn't have known that he would die in his arms either. In a world filled with horror, it was a car which had caused him to bleed onto the ice. If it wasn't so gruesome, it might have been beautiful, if death ever could be.

He was only a child.

He was only a child, and yet, he was gone.

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I do not own the Twilight Saga. I only own my original characters and changes to the plot. All credit goes to Stephenie Meyer. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence.