Jasper's Deaf Mate (1) (Rewrite in Progress)

(7) PORT ANGELES

Before you get confused, when you see "...", it means the person is talking and when you see '...', it means the person is using sign language. If the words are in italics, then it means they wrote those words. If the words are underlined in between "...", it means someone is interpreting what they said, and if it is underlined in between '...', then the person is talking and signing.

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When we got home, Dad was getting ready for the playoffs for the Los Angeles Lakers against the Detroit Pistons. I quickly hoped onto the couch, grabbed the remote, and put the closed captions on the television. Bella was already walking up the stairs, which I expected since she has no clue about basketball, and I got comfortable before the game came on. Dad smiled at me while sitting next to me to start the game. Sometime during the game, I fell asleep on the couch because of how exhausted I was from the La Push trip. 

I opened my eyes to a familiar place. Aware in some corner of the consciousness that I was dreaming, I recognized the green light of the forest. In front of me, the atmosphere slowly got brighter the further you looked ahead, so I started walking toward the light to get away from the darkness behind me. Before I could walk further into the light, someone grabbed me from behind belling me in the opposite direction I wanted to go toward. When I turned around, I saw Seth with a frightened expression as he yanked with all his strength against my resistance; I did not want to go into the dark.

I may be wrong, but I think Seth just told me to Run. Why would I need to run? I kept pulling against his grip until he finally let go of my arm. Confusion and fear flew through me as he fell to the ground like he was in extreme pain. I tried to reach out to him, but he somehow transformed into a gangly wolf the color of sand. The wolf faced away from me, pointing toward the shore, the hair on the back of his shoulders bristling, low growls issuing from between his exposed fangs.

And then Jasper stepped out from the trees, his skin faintly glowing, his eyes black and dangerous. He held up one hand beckoned me to come to him. The wolf growled at my feet.

When I stepped toward Jasper, he smiled, and his teeth were sharp, pointed.

'Trust me' he signed, and I took another step. However, the wolf launched himself across the space between me and the vampire, fangs aimed for the jugular.

I screamed, wrenching upright out of the couch. I have had nightmares before, but this one seemed more real. Maybe the scary story Jacob told is just getting to me. Yeah, that's it.

I checked my phone, which was laying on the coffee table, to see it's 5 o'clock in the morning. The lights were turned off, and I was still fully dressed on the couch, with my shoes on. I kicked off my ankle boots, and I tried to fall back to sleep, until I realized it was pointless. 

Since I couldn't get back to sleep, I brought my computer out to do some research on my suspicions of what Jasper is. When my favorite search engine pops up, I type in the word Vampire.

It took a while to get through the fake stuff from movies, TV shows, and games, but eventually I found a site with the vampires of different cultures around the world. I clicked on the site and I was greeted with two quotes on the home page:

Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both — Rev. Montague Summers