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23. I'm Here

I'm Here - Jasper Hale x Reader

Could you please write something where the reader is Jasper's mate and she has to be turned into a vampire because of an accident or something. And through the whole process Jasper can feel her pain and can't not feel it because it's too strong and she's his mate. And he feels even worse after that bc he knows how bad it hurts and feels like it's his fault but the reader reassures him after she wakes up. If it's too angsty for you I completely understand 😂💕

Word Count: 1896

Warnings: blood&gore mentions, language

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There isn't much to look at on the ride home, only the quick passing of trees in the darkness, the occasional flicker of what could be an animal's eyes illuminated in the headlights as the car rushes by. You settle back in your seat, your head falling on its headrest, closing your eyes and listening to the whirr of the engine, the song of the wind, and your own deep breaths.

"I could have driven myself, you know," you say, cracking one eye open to look at the blond-haired man in the driver's seat beside you. "It's my car."

Jasper smirks, a cocked half-smile you have come to know very well. "If you had it your way I would never get to do anything for you," he laughs, "and what kind of boyfriend would I be then?"

"One who listens," you retort seriously, but your smile betrays you. He knows you don't mind when he insists on taking you home, and you know it helps him sleep at night knowing you got there safely. Metaphorically, of course, you think.

The two of you fall into silence, a quiet, easy air settling between you. That's the thing you love about Jasper – or, one of them, at least – he knows how to be still. While the world insists on moving so quickly, he remains steady. No words needed.

You shudder, pulling the sleeves of your thin sweater over your hands, tucking up your legs onto the seat, folding your body in on itself. It was a cold night, and the heater on your old car refused to work. Releasing a warm breath into your shivering hands, you catch Jasper watching you, brows set in a concerned frown. He says nothing, only pressing his lips together, watching you as you shake, but you've had this conversation too many times to miss what he's thinking.

"I don't mind," you say, taking his free hand from his knee and folding it in yours. He tenses, knowing the cold of his skin seeps into yours, feeling the shiver of your fingers as you hold him tightly. You press your lips to his knuckles. The warmth of your breath escapes, but you ignore it, feeling a different, very familiar warmth as it twists inside you in its place. You speak its name. "I love you."

He laughs again, softer this time. "I love you too," he slips his hand from your fingers, wrapping it firmly around the wheel, shooting you a playful glare before returning his eyes to the road. "Now stay on your side, before you get hypothermia."

"Yes Sir, Major, Sir," you grin, leaning back once again and wrapping your arms around yourself. You know he tries, but even he can't hide the tug of a smile at the corner of his lips. Still, he rolls his eyes as you set to another attempt at starting the car's stubborn heater.

Everything after this is too fast. A sharp turn, the flash of oncoming headlights, a reactionary swerve, the shrill squeal of rubber on asphalt. Screams, both yours and someone else's, the ugly crunch of metal and bone, the slick warmth of blood. Eyes fluttering, you cannot focus on your surroundings, let alone right yourself, understand where you are. You're sitting – no, laying? – in what you think is your car, seatbelt wrapped around you like a noose. Hands shaking, fumbling with the release in an effort to free yourself, you close your eyes, banishing the sight. "Jasper?" You call.