All of my memories(Jasper Hale+You)

Part-6

(Jasper's POV)

All the searing pain that had filled every inch of his body, finally felt as if it was retracting...not dissipating, but pulling back. It started in his fingers, and flowed backward. Swirling through his veins and muscles, and pooling in the back of his throat. He began to stir from his exhausted slumber, and through the haze he felt a startling heat against the back of his hand. He could hear a familiar voice echo through the darkness, gut wrenching cries filled the air around him, he recognized this voice, the voice of someone he vowed to protect.
'Don't cry, beautiful. I'm right here...I'm here.' He thought.
The burning in his throat became more and more prominent. What is this feeling? As he became more and more aware, his eyes fluttered open, and there beside him, was the angel he'd fought so hard to return to.
"N...Nolana..." he didn't recognize the voice that uttered her name. It was so gruff, more like a growl than a greeting.
He heard her breathe escape in a sharp exhale, and he smelled something he'd never smelled before in his life. It was sweet, delectable. His pleading throat began to pulsate as the decadent smell filled his lungs. "Be still my love! I'll fetch you some water!" She sighs joyfully.
He raises up on his elbows, letting his eyes adjust to the light. He didn't feel like himself. He swallowed hard against the throbbing in his neck, clutching it with his palm. Time seemed to skip as his eyes darted back and forth 'what's happened to me?' He raises up and stands by the bed. Nolana turns to him and drops the mug of water, eyes wide. "No!, your leg it's-" he takes a step toward her. "Broken?..." she sighs. His body seems to have a mind of its own as he slowly makes his way across the floor. The delectable scent gets stronger with every step. "What is that smell?" He growls.
"W...what smell?" she looks so uneasy, almost afraid. "Jasper?... why are you looking at me like that?..." the smell of sweet honeysuckle mixes with the mysterious scent, making him salivate.
"Don't be afraid of me..." the comfort he tried to offer her was diluted by the malice in his tone. Like he was sharing his body with a secret sinister being. She steps back, and in doing so, she stumbles backward and hits her head on the corner of a table.
The smell intensifies, sending waves of white hot agony down his esophagus. "I...It's you." She pulls her hand from the back of her head, revealing the fresh warm blood that pooled in her palm.
Her eyes darted up at him, full of fear and shock. He couldn't control himself. With inhuman speed, he scooped her off the floor and held her close in his arms.
"Your eyes!" She shrieks "YOU'RE NOT MY JASPER!" She struggles against his grip. He can feel her frantic heartbeat against his chest. The smell becomes more and more irresistible with each pump. He wanted to throw her down and run away, but something in him wouldn't let her go. He was at war within himself, in his mind. He would rather die than hurt her, the look in her eyes, so much terror. His eyes began to soften, tears began to stream down his gaunt, alabaster cheeks.
"Jasper, I love you. Please, don't hurt me..." she whimpered
"I'm Sorry....I....I can't...stop!"
He plunged his teeth into her neck. He wanted to stop, he wanted to pull away, and hold her. Tell her how much he missed her. Tell her how much she meant to him. This need in him was so strong. The forbidden elixir that flowed from his beloved was the only thing he could think about. He found relief in each swill and swallow he stole from her. She began to go limp in his arms. He began to scream as he drank, trying to will his body to release her. She's dying. He's killing her. Suddenly, another sound. It's faint like the beating of a butterflies wings. What is that? It's coming from deep within her. The fluttering becomes louder as her heart slows. As if....as if there's another heart beat. He panics, and with all the strength he has, he throws her down. He stumbles back onto the floor, scooting away from her and clenching his face with both hands. "She....she's pregnant!!"
There's so much blood...while he ineffectively tried to stifle his thirst, so much had spilt from the bite. It ran down her shoulders, her breasts. Leaving the pool of crimson she lied in. He holds his breath and crawls over to her, he trembles as he moves the hair from her beautiful face. "Nolana....my Nolana...." he places his hand on her belly, feeling the flutters weaken with every passing moment. "Oh God..." He sobs. He sits beside her and drags her lifeless body into his lap. She's so cold...lifeless.
"How could this have happened??!" He cries. The faces of those women by the river began to flash through his mind. As clear as if he could see them standing before him...
"Those girls...what have they done to me?" He growls. He stands, cradling Nolana's limp body in his arms. He places her gently on the bed and folds her arms across her stomach. "You were the only thing that ever mattered to me...and I-" he couldn't bring himself to utter the words. He bent down to her stomach, and kissed the little bump that barley began to form.
He rose to kiss her lips, those beautiful, pouty pink lips he was so eager to kiss just hours prior had become thin, pale, and drained of all life. His sorrow turned to rage as he began to take his anger out on everything around him. He flipped over tables and chairs. He wailed into the night and grabbed his revolver, placing the barrel of the gun to his temple. He shot once. twice. three times. He could hear the bullets as they passed through his brain and out the other side. He was still standing. They didn't hurt him. He screamed in anguish and threw the gun across the room. "PLEASE GOD!!! TAKE ME!! TAKE ME!!!!" He wailed as he fell to his knees. He ran his hands through his damp hair as he surveyed the damage. His whole world had been destroyed, and he had nobody to hold at fault but himself.
'Those women....those devil women...They'll pay gravely for what they did to us...' he thought to himself.
He picked himself up off the floor, and grabbed his coat hanging on the rafters. As he put it on he felt something in the breast pocket. He pulled out the in opened letter, and feverishly ripped it open. As he read, he fell deeper into dispair.
"We love you" He read... her beautiful voice echoed through his mind as he crumpled the blood stained letter in his hand. He kissed her for the very last time.
"I love you too....I'll always love you.
I'm so sorry darling, don't leave me...torment me, darling, haunt my every thought from here to oblivion, just don't leave me..." he cried softly. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her still little bump.
"I love you both so very much....I'll avenge our family, I swear it..."