Lifelines - Jasper Hale

Two- January 1945 II

Three days had passed. During that time the four family members had taken turns to watch the young woman. Watch as every single part of her human biology changed. Turned her into what they all were, freaks of nature. 

The universe had decided that they had done enough waiting. For at precisely 6:49 pm on the third day after her crash the young woman awoke. 

Her surroundings were nothing like the last ones she could recall. She could remember the air fight she had gotten in. How the Luftwaffe had shot at her and she had shot back. How one of her engines was hit and how she began to plummet to the ground. She had not realised that she was near the ground , the plane falling through the sky much faster than she could have ever anticipated, until she began to attempt to steer the plane towards a large clearing of grass. Perhaps it would cause her to have a softer landing  and would ensure that there was less carnage or damage to the surrounding town had been her original thoughts, though her last ones proved her wrong. She was no longer staring at her cockpit but at a ceiling. Therefore, she had been moved. Perhaps to a hospital. Perhaps she had survived after all.    

Then she began to notice other things around her. How she could see the individual cotton strands in the bedsheets on which she laid. That was not something she could see beforehand. How she could see small particles floating in the air around her? That was definitely something new. That was when she began to panic. What had happened to her? Why was she suddenly like this? 

She could feel the anxiety within her rise as she thought she could be in Germany and captured by the enemy. She had no clue where she had landed and the thought of never leaving the room she was in was making her panic more. Though she noticed she was in no way locked to the bed but this done nothing in the hopes of calming her down. Therefore, when the door flew open she wrapped herself tightly into a ball wrapping her arms around her body, not daring to look the person who had entered in the eyes. 

The unknown person had entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed not far away from where she sat. They spoke to her, though the words fell on deaf ears. She did not want to look up and speak to the unknown person who she had worked out was a man. The unknown male soon worked out that he was not going to get a response and shortly left. She thought that she would be left alone now as her 'capturers' had left her alone. Though moments later another person walked into the room.

They too took the same spot the unknown male had sat in previously. However, they said no words at first, the two sat in pure silence for what had been at most five or so minutes. Yet this had caught her attention. For she slowly looked up to come face to face with a woman who held similar looking features to her own. She was slim with long blonde hair styled in the common way of the 1940s. Though her eyes, they were something she had never come across before, they were a strange amber-like colour as the two woman held fierce eye contact for a short period of time. 

"I'm Rosalie" The other woman spoke first which must have been an attempt to get her to open up and respond. She didn't want to admit it but she for some unknown feeling felt almost comfortable around the other girl. Yet she did not respond.

"Your plane it crashed not far from here." The woman now known as Rosalie started almost attempting to state what had happened. "And you um... well we tried our hardest to save you and leave you exactly as you were. But there was not much of a choice." Rosalie looked at the young woman sat across from her who now seemed even more uncomfortable then she had been beforehand. "What happened, to you, well it means that you're not quite the same as you were beforehand. Things have changed about you. Some of the people have names for us. Silly names really of which paint us as what we are in a strange twist on reality... they call us Vampires." Rosalie expected a lot out of the woman. She expected her to curl back up into herself, to bolt, to act in many different ways. Yet when she laughed it was something that Rosalie had not thought of. 

"Vampires, you must be joking" The young woman had spoken. Rosalie was shocked to hear she spoke with a Scottish accent only further the evidence of her being apart of the allied forces. The young woman then stared at Rosalie hoping that she too would start to laugh and prove that it had all been a joke. Yet this did not happen. It was true and it looked like she was stuck there. There was also the possibility that the woman was insane. Right then that also seemed promising. 

"It seems as though we are stuck together for the rest of eternity. So a name to call you by would make it more bearable." Rosalie stated trying to coax the other woman into speaking to her. Though her efforts seemed to be futile. For the minutes passed once again when neither of the two women spoke. She had given up and started to move towards the door when a voice interrupted her. 

"Joan."

Rosalie spun on her heel to look the other woman in the eye.

"It's Joan von Blokland not very Scottish right?" Came the Scottish twang. Rosalie would hate to admit that it was an unusual yet beautiful sounding accent which she viewed as a nice change to the accents which surrounded her no matter where they went in America. 

And so the two sat together speaking for perhaps hours. A bond of which was established between the two was something they had only both wished for during their human lives. Perhaps it was something that they both had to die to experience. 

Authors note: I would like to point out that Joan von Blokland is an actual person from history. She was a member of the ATA during World War 2 and is mainly known as having a role in operations. However, much else is not known this includes her age during this time, her birthplace and the actual jobs she did, including whether or not she did fly a plane. Therefore, much of the information of the character Joan in this book is fictional and not meant to upset anyone reading this. Therefore, if anyone can find out information on the original Joan von Blokland this would be amazing as I would love to find out more about the woman who inspired this character.

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