Unexpected || Jasper Hale

15

good riddance 2020, here's an early update to celebrate.

Amelia

It had only been a few weeks since the day of the accident, but so much had changed in that time.

I didn't mind the change one bit. It allowed me to get to know the Cullens in a way that I wouldn't have been able to otherwise.

Emmett and I had already gotten along quite well, but now we we're always making jokes and playing little pranks. Jasper and Esme often reminded him to be gentle with me, but I was never afraid he might hurt me, not even by accident. Emmett may be a very muscular guy that likes to fight bears but he was never anything but gentle and protective with Bella and I.

I think our friendship irked Rosalie a bit, and as much as Emmett defended her, he had made it clear to her one day after we had pranked Jazz that she would have to get over it. "She's just too fun!" he had laughed, though Rosalie hadn't found it nearly as entertaining, rolling her before she stormed off.

Edward mentioned once that I remind Emmett of his many siblings from his human life, and that was partly why he was so defensive of our friendship.

Rosalie is still reluctant about the whole thing. She thinks that ever since Bella moved here they've been in danger. I suppose her anger is rational though, she's only looking out for her family and herself.

Alice and Carlisle had showed me the research they had done about my dreams. The closest thing they could find had been something called clairvoyance; the ability to see an event taking place elsewhere, or to sense or see a person or place that isn't in view. Though neither of them, nor Edward-he'd been able to get a better understanding of what I could do than either of them thanks to his gift-were convinced that it fully encapsulated what I was capable of. They had explained before that some gifts could be developed over time, and seeing that mine has been doing so, they doubted it had reached its "full potential" as Alice had phrased it.

With a lot of focus and practice, I've managed to see a few things when I'm awake. They think that the more I practice, the more control I will have over it, and the more we can understand it. But for now I'm still mostly seeing things when I sleep.

"Did you have to practice? To control what you make others feel?" I ask Jasper one night after a bit of practice with Alice as we sit on the roof of their house, watching the sun set. I couldn't help but be occasionally mesmerized by the way the light catches on his skin in a billion little pieces, glistening off it into individual little rainbows.

"Not particularly. It was something that I just...knew how to do, after I was turned. It came very naturally, though it can still be overwhelming, the feeling part." he watches me carefully as he speaks.

"Would you tell me? About your life as a human...and how you were turned?" I ask, I was curious but didn't want to push him. From what I'd gathered it was a sensitive subject.

"I was wondering when you would ask." he nods his head slowly, adjusting his legs over the edge.

"My human name was Jasper Whitlock, I took Rosalies name because so many humans mistake us for twins. It was 1863, I was the youngest Major of the Union Army." he smiles a little at the words.

"I didn't want to fight for the South. Home wasn't good, and I wasn't surviving so well on my own. I had no way to get to the North, so I nearly joined the South just to get food. I was desperate, but a real nice gentleman came along and he offered to take me up north after I had told him about my problems. He was a godsend, that man was." he sighs, I find myself reaching for his hand, squeezing it lightly.