Lifelines - Jasper Hale

Five - June 1952 II

Joan had flashed out of the house faster than it had taken anyone to move to stop her. Yes, this was an overreaction to the situation and she was well aware of that fact. Joan just did not like new people, plus the tall blonde dude was kinda giving her the creeps with his strange staring. 

She could hear the running of her family members behind her but Joan just wanted to vanish. Why was that? Well, she would only disappear for an hour or two maybe in which she could process what was happening. With her ability as well it just seemed easy. 

All she had to do was change her appearance and alter her scent. Not hard to do right? Well as long as she remained concentrated. The newly morphed Joan sat perched in a tree about forty or so miles from the house. Her hair was in a short dark red bob and she was significantly taller than normal. Joan thought she had disguised her scent but she would not know whether she had or not. As she couldn't really smell herself. 

Back in the house, however, the Cullen's and their visitors had recollected. They stood in the living room much like statues. 

"You're not going to find her anytime soon" Rosalie started looking in the general direction of the blonde male how had joined them. His name just so happened to be Jasper. 

"Yes, our dear Joan is rather good at staying under the radar for a while." Carlisle attempted to explain, though this had been ignored. For Jasper had left the house once again. 

He had not really been someone to be rash about anything and charge after someone who had not want to be followed. But there was something about the elusive girl he only knew the name of. He continued to run her name Joan through his head. From the small glance he had seen of the girl, she was the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. She held a natural beauty of someone he knew he would have fallen head over heels for during his human life. 

When he first met Alice she had told him about this girl. This beautiful blonde who smelt like motor oil and would stand by his side to fight his demons. Someone born in war. Someone he could spend the rest of his immortal life with. She fed him words of his happy ever after. He had mulled over their first meeting in his head for weeks now. He just didn't think it would be like this. Not at all. Though he would not change it. 

He tried to focus on her scent. He only captured it for a few minutes whilst he was at the house yet it had worked its way into his long-term memory. She smelt like motor-oil, guns and peppermint. Not quite the most feminine smell but it was perfect to him. He could only just capture the scent. It was weak, weaker than it should have been that's for certain. But he was not going to give up. He travelled, south-west away from the house. He did not use the inhuman speed he had been gifted with rather walking through the trees admiring the view whilst he was at it. The house was set in a beautiful forest with tranquil scenery he knew he could spend hours in at a time. 

He must have travelled around forty odd miles away from the house when he spotted a figure high in a tree not far from him. If he hadn't of known better he might have carried on walking ignoring the girl high in the tree. However, the scent was strongest where she sat. And he knew. He knew deep down that this was her. He stood in amazement the girl in the tree was nothing like the one who had left the house. For a while, she smelt strongly of apples, cinnamon and paper. Yet he could tell this was Joan. His Joan. 

He was quiet in approaching her scared to scare her away like they had done at the house. Rather he climbed the tree in front of her noticing how her eyes were closed as though she was just enjoying the place around her. 

"It's beautiful out here isn't it?" Her voice rung out heavily accented and Jasper could feel his unbeating heart jump as though he was breathing.

"Hi" Was all he could breathe out. He watched suddenly as her body almost fluttered removing the cover of the girl and returning her to her original appearance. Her beauty was better up close. Her blonde hair was curled and pushed back using the bandanna on her head. Her amber eyes opened to look at him. Freckles littered her cheeks and across her small nose. A small smile spread across her lips. 

"Hi" She responded as the smile increased in size filling the whole of her face. Jasper felt a pull to smile back at her without much of a capability to stop her. 

"My name's Jasper, ma'am" He introduced

"Hello, love. I'm Joan" 

Joan had never felt as though it was so easy to open up to someone before. The way Jasper pulled her in caused her to spill. Share everything that had ever happened to her. Well, almost everything she had included the crash of course but there were things she had forgotten to tell him. But she came to realise that they had an eternity to share with one another. He was everything she had ever imagined in a partner, strong, safe and above all a gentleman. The only difference was the accent. When she was younger she was convinced she would marry a Scottish lad. Yet here she sat finding her perfect partner in a southern bloke from a country she couldn't point to on a map before 1940. 

Jasper stared at the woman across from him. Her take on life was refreshing. Her optimism, her love for the human race and her determination to keep on going inspired him. She was more than he ever thought he deserved yet alone could get. She was a breath of fresh air. Someone who would perhaps turn him into a better person. She was everything he had ever wanted and more. She knew what it was like to fight in a war. She knew what it was like to die through war. She was his little spitfire. 

Author's note: We are nearing the beginnings of the films/books however, every true story has its own backstory, and this is the backstory of a character thrust into a well built up world. Hang tight we're almost there.

_tooprettyforprison_