Death | A Jasper Hale Love Story •PAUSED•

Preface

Svetlana

I feel like I am trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run—run until your lungs burst, run until your legs give out, but ultimately, you can't make your body move fast enough. I just didn't know I was running to the end of everything I know, to something I never knew existed.

But this is no dream, and, unlike a nightmare, this wouldn't end when I wake up. No, I am living a nightmare. Everything I've learned in the last half year was a lie, at least in my case. My life has never been mine, it was already planned out centuries before I came into existence. I'm fucking special... the fact that I exist is the reason my, and Bella's lives got ripped apart, destroyed. I did this. Me...

Elijah says that it had to happen this way. That I am meant for something more, that no matter what I did, I would have never been able to stop this... travesty. He says that the moment our race was born, was the moment my destiny was written in stone. But not just mine, Sebastian's too. This same fate will soon be his, and again, there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Perhaps the outcome would have been different if we were born human, not as Protectors. If we had normal lives, not knowing about destinies, or vampires, or Protectors—we would be safe, happy, and free to live our life's any way we choose to. Too bad that isn't an option, would never be an option.

And now, nothing, for the rest of my life, would ever be the same again. All I know for sure, is that my destiny is far from over, it has just begun. It's time for me to return home. To leave Elijah, Kyle, and my training behind and face my destiny. For the new, darker, full of rage and pain version of myself, to finish my duty and protect Bella. I'm the only one who has the power to do so now that... that they have abandoned her... abandoned me. As well as reveal the horrid truths to Sebastian.

As I walk this fucking path back to the place that ruined the Svetlana that used to live in this husk of a body; all of the emotions from that day stab through me. Even though months have passed and things are different now, the rage is still here, slowly, very slowly fading, letting the pain grip me. Those are the only two things I feel, there is no room for anything else.

I slide in behind the wheel, preparing my return to Forks, and an old saying flashes through my head, burning itself into my brain...

Be careful what you wish for.