Pushing Limits Chapter 1 - Prologue Main
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This story counts for everything in Twilight and a portion of New Moon (to the point of Edward leaving.) We pick up after that.
Summary: The Cullens have a secret. Its about to push every limit Bella has ever known. Collab between KittyCullen-03 and lacym3. Rated MA for Mature Themes.
“I’m going for a hunt; I’ll be back soon.” I called as I ran out the front door and down the steps. The wilderness of Alaska held a plethora of hunting options. These days I was hunting more frequently than normal. It was nice; going alone-it gave me an opportunity to think. I headed north to one of my favorite spots.
I was twenty miles out when I noticed the smell. I inhaled again, to be sure.
But what was she doing here? She hadn’t made herself known to us, and the Denali’s hadn’t mentioned having any visitors either. Instinctively I ran towards her, eager for a confrontation. Because of her and her mate, my family had nearly been destroyed. As I got closer, I froze. I could smell blood.
I ran faster, pushing myself harder than I would have thought possible. “Oh, silly girl. Don’t you see that it’s only fair? Your Edward destroyed James. You’d want revenge, would you not?” I heard a sharp crack, followed by a weakened cry. Oh, no. Breaking through the tree line, I saw her. She was lying on the pavement, her heart barely beating. She was bleeding heavily, crying all the while.
“Please. It’s not…like that…anymore. He doesn’t…want…me.” She choked, trying to fend off her attacker. I could feel the pain-not just physical, but emotional as well-rolling off her in waves. Victoria was gleeful; this was just what she wanted.
I growled, launching myself across the road and landing on top of Victoria. She snarled and grabbed me by the shoulders as she tried to throw me off. “What is she to you?” she growled, piercing my skin with her teeth. I hissed, but I had her by the neck.
“She’s family.” And Victoria was no more. I pulled a lighter out of my pocket, thanking God I had used it earlier, and set her on fire without a second glance. I immediately turned my attention to Bella. She was going to die if I didn’t do something. And her blood…oh God it was so strong. I saw the choice before me, and it was grim. Could I do it? Stop and not kill her? She whimpered, and her heart faltered, and I knew I had to try. I fought everything in me. I owed her this much. I pulled her into my lap, looked into her brown eyes one last time, and murmured my apologies as I bit into her neck.
It was a miracle that I stopped, but I did. I scooped her up and ran back to the house as the day’s events sank in. What was she doing out here, anyway?! My heart sank as I realized what the probable answer was.
She was looking for us.
Victoria held a grudge, and followed her here. Bella let out a sudden scream, breaking me out of my thoughts. I had to hurry. No doubt the venom was burning through her veins; my running was probably making it worse.
The family was waiting on the porch, probably in response to the increasing frequency of Bella’s screams. Carlisle was the first to reach me, shock and worry his prominent emotions. “Jasper! What’s happened?” Esme was clutching her hand to her mouth, and Emmett was shaking his head in anger.
“I was on my way out when I crossed Victoria’s scent. I followed, because I wanted to know what she was doing here. As I got closer, I heard her. I was too late to stop her. I bit her, Carlisle, for the love of God I bit her.” I didn’t know if I was remorseful, or if the pain I was feeling was too much for me to handle-but I was choking. Choking on grief and there was nothing I could do about it. Carlisle closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds.
“Take her upstairs. Put her in our room. Esme-get something for her to wear-she can’t wake up in this.” I just noticed that the outfit she had on was covered in blood. Her blood. My fault. I hurried through the house, and laid her carefully onto Carlisle and Esme’s bed. Esme hurried in behind me, grabbing a pair of light silk sleep pants and a white tank top.
“Out.” She commanded, and I very nearly growled at her. She noticed my hesitation, and softened a bit. “I don’t think Bella would want you to see her…unclothed, Jasper. You know how modest she is.” Of course. I nodded and stepped outside. Carlisle was there, and Alice.
“You did the right thing, Jasper. Bella wouldn’t have wanted to die like that. You saved her.” He clapped a hand on my shoulder. Alice intertwined her hand with mine.
“I didn’t see…thank you for saving her. I’m so proud of you.” She smiled grimly. I could see Emmett peering around the stairwell.
“Did you get her? Victoria?” he asked, all business. I only nodded. “Good.” I had yet to hear from Rosalie. I could feel her anger, but there was also pity there. Pity for Bella. Perhaps this would be the end of their feud. Before long, Esme stepped outside. Bella’s screams pierced my ears, and I all but ran past Esme into the bedroom.
It was the longest three days of my existence.
The family took turns sitting with us; talking to Bella, stroking her hair…I was the only one who never left her side. And at last-at last-she took a deep, stuttering breath and opened her eyes. She peered frantically around the room, and her panic spiked through the roof. Then her eyes rested on me.
“What do you remember, Bella?” I asked as I tried to calm her down.
“I was driving…oh God! Victoria! And that means…” she closed her eyes. “You had to change me.” I only nodded.
“Bella, do you mind if I ask a question?” Carlisle asked.
“No, of course not.” But she was pressing her hand against her throat, and I knew she was thirsty.
“What were you doing up here?”
“You’ll think I’m stupid,” she mumbled. Even as a vampire, she mumbled.
“I could never think that, Bella.” He moved slowly, letting his hand move up to cup her cheek. “Do you understand that?”
“I was…looking for Edward. I thought, maybe, that you guys might be up here, I just didn’t know where. But I had to try.”
“Oh, honey.” This time it was Esme, allowing herself to embrace Bella for the first time. “I’m so sorry.”
“He’s not here, though.” Esme just shook her head.
“Edward wanted to be alone. We haven’t heard from him in a while.”
“So you haven’t called him?” Her hope caught me then-she didn’t want him to know.
“No. We thought, if you wanted us to, that we could, but not until you woke up.”
“I don’t. Not right now. Not like this.” She was shaking her head, and I could tell she was getting agitated.
“We can talk later-Bella needs to hunt.” I said, rising to my feet.
The rays of sun that shone down through the fluttering leaves of an overhead tree glinted off her skin, casting sporadic rainbows on the grass. Her long mahogany hair blew in the wind, occasionally brushing against my own skin.
Bella was lying on her back, in the grass that bordered the bank of a shallow brook that wound around the yard behind our home. I was sitting up next to her, watching the water flow and gurgle over rocks, thinking. Again. Her hair blew up around her again, brushing against my arm, and I tensed at the sensations that racked through me at the contact.
I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, and a small, crooked grin stretched across my lips when I saw that she had her nose buried in Wuthering Heights. It had taken her several months to even begin to read again, and this was yet another milestone that we had crossed together.
In the months since I had changed her we had spent nearly every moment together. I felt an inexplicable pull towards her, like I had to be near her always.
I wasn’t sure when my feelings for her had changed from merely protectiveness and familial affection to something more, but they had. My thoughts were always of her; the way her eyes would sparkle when she finally started to laugh again, her fluid, graceful movements when she hunted. The depth of her mind amazed me; we had the most amazing conversations. I loved the interested, intrigued look that would come into her face when I would tell her one of the many stories of my past. When I had finally gotten up the courage to tell her about Maria and the wars of the south, she had been kind and loving, reassuring me that I wasn’t a monster. The fact that I had been submerged in anger and pain and hate for so long and still found the will to escape was amazing, she had told me. I had slowly come around to her way of thinking, and found a confidence in myself that I hadn’t felt in years.
I knew that I would have to do something about my new found feelings soon, I just didn’t know what. I hadn’t said anything to Bella, and then there was Alice. I still loved Alice very much, but the love that I felt for her had morphed and turned into a more protective, brotherly feeling.
I felt her eyes on me and turned to look at her inquisitively when I felt her emotions.
“Jasper?” she asked, emitting waves of determination, tainted with a twinge of nervousness.
“Yes Bella?” I asked.
“I….nothing,” she trailed off muttering, embarrassment flooding her emotions.
“No, really,” I said, lying back in the grass next to her, propping myself up on my elbow so I could see her face, “what is it?”
Bella put her book down on the ground, and buried her face in her hands. Her mortified emotions swelled to an almost painful level, before they were blown away by a large burst of determination. She moved her hands away from her face, and looked at me, our eyes locking. She looked deep into my eyes for a moment, seemingly searching for something, before she surged forward curling her hands into my shirt, and pressed her lips to mine. My eyes were frozen open in shock as hers fluttered shut and my brain went into overdrive, trying to catch up with the series of events.
It took me mere seconds to recover, and I eased her down to the ground, our lips still attached, and turned so I was hovering over her. Slanting my head to the side, I deepened the kiss, all rational thought leaving me when she moaned in satisfaction. After drowning in all that was Bella for a few minutes, reality began returning to me.
I reluctantly pulled my lips from hers, and leaned back to look at her.
“Bella? What was that?” I asked.
She tried to hide her face from me, but I hooked my finger under her chin, and turned it back towards me.
“Bella?” I asked again.
Bella batted my hand away, and stood quickly, moving towards the brook, running her fingers through her hair, nervously.
“I-I just...GOD!” she said loudly in frustration. “I've just been feeling.... I don't know, things for you. Things that I haven't felt for anyone before, even Ed-Edward. I've tried to push it away and just be your friend, but I can't do it anymore!”
Her word's left me speechless. All this time, I had not felt one emotion from her that would convey what she was saying. I snapped back to attention when I heard her speaking again.
“And I know that you could never feel the same way about me, I mean you're married! And to my best friend at that!” Bella broke off with a frustrated sigh.
“I-I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore,” she whispered, her head lowered, “If you want me to leave, I will.”
“Bella,” I said, walking towards her. When I was a mere foot away, she took a step away from me, eyes still trained on the ground.
“Bella, will you please look at me?” I asked in a low voice. She slowly raised her head, and turned her beautiful, tear rimmed eyes on me. “I don't want you to leave,” I told her, taking another step towards her.
“No, now don't back away from me,” I said when she took another step back. She stilled, and I closed the distance between us. I reached up, removing her hands from her hair where they were still tangled, and twined my fingers with hers.
“I don't want you to leave,” I told her again.
“You don't?” she asked quietly.
“No,” I said, shaking my head, “I've been trying to find a way to tell you, as a matter of fact, I was thinking about it when you kissed me.” Bella's head dropped, and she began sending out strong waves of embarrassment.
“Don't be embarrassed,” I said, tilting her head up with my index finger, “that was the most amazing kiss that I've ever experienced. I have imagined doing that so many times over the past few months, but none of my fantasies even came close to the real thing.”
Bella's brow crinkled in confusion, and she opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.
“Like I was saying, I've been trying to find a way to tell you. Bella,” I took a deep, steadying breath, “I love you.” Her mouth dropped open and she was stunned into silence. It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted, only to be immediately replaced with another. Alice.
“But you’re married…” she stuttered again. I sighed.
“I know. And, if you tell me right now that you feel the same way about me, I will go and tell Alice right now.” The look in her eyes told me all that I needed to know.
“Tell me.” I heard the voice behind me, not having noticed the approach. I felt Bella’s fear spike as my wife approached us both.
“Bella, would you go back to the house please?” I said, and she nodded and ran away. I turned to Alice-the pain that was radiating from her enveloped me and almost drowned me. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” I pleaded. She sat down on the ground and I joined her.
“I know. That’s the worst part. I had flickers, but nothing concrete-I thought it was just passing. And then, this afternoon, there it was-laid out in front of me and there was nothing I could do.” I cringed, imagining Alice seeing the kiss with Bella. She turned to me, and I wanted to cry. “I love you, Jasper.”
“And I love you, Alice. It’s just…not the same anymore.” She averted her eyes.
“I thought about it before I came up here. I thought if there was any way to make you stay, that I’d do it. And then I looked-and I couldn’t. I couldn’t find a way to make you stay. So maybe I should just leave.” My head snapped in her direction.
“Please don’t leave because of me.” She started shaking her head. “At least come back to the house for now before you make up your mind.” She got up and started moving without a word. I followed behind, and the grief I was feeling…was almost too much. I had broken her heart. Naturally, Esme was waiting at the door-she could always tell when something was wrong. I assumed that Bella arrived back home in a state of grief, and didn’t tell her a thing. She immediately reached towards Alice.
“Whatever’s happened, please don’t leave,” she whispered to her. I saw Alice’s shoulders slump as she curled into Esme and sobbed tearlessly. I walked past them and into the living room, where everybody else was sitting.
“Jasper?” Carlisle asked, wanting an explanation.
“Alice and I have separated,” I stated. Moments later the shock started to hit my system from all around the room.
“What? Why?” Emmett cried, frowning in my direction. I glanced at Bella, and she nodded, giving me permission.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that Bella and I have been spending quite a bit of time together lately, and we’ve developed feelings for one another. I love her, and she feels the same about me. Alice knows.” And that was as much as I could say about it, because I didn’t know what Alice’s decision was yet. I could hear Esme murmuring to her as they approached. She stood tall when she entered the room.
“I’m going to stay here, because you’re my family. I can’t blame Jasper, or Bella for that matter, for something that they couldn’t help or prevent. And Esme has reminded me that we’re already missing one member of the family, and that she’d love for me to stay.” She turned and smirked at Esme, but it didn’t touch her eyes. Nobody seemed to know what to say; it seemed best to let it all sink in. I spent the rest of the evening outside, reading with Bella.
The next morning Alice came to me. “Does she make you happy? Happier than I did?” I knew that she just had to hear it from me.
“Yes, Alice. I feel things with her that I’ve never felt before-things I didn’t know I could feel. I’m sorry it happened like this though-I never, ever wanted to hurt you.” Her hand reached up to touch my cheek.
“I know. I know. And I’ll be okay-eventually. I just want you to know that I’ll never stand in the way of something that makes you truly happy.” I reached over and pulled her to me.
“Thank you. I want to keep you in my life-as my closest friend. Is that possible?”
“Of course. I would love nothing more.” She murmured into my chest. I could feel it in her emotions-she loved me, and there was no anger. We would be okay-maybe not right away, but soon.
It was several days later when Carlisle approached me in private, while Bella was hunting with Emmett. “I’m glad you’ve found such happiness in Bella, and she in you-although I hate to see Alice in pain. She seems to be taking it remarkably well, considering.”
“I think it has to do with the fact that she can’t fight fate, and she knows it.” I replied, wondering what his motive was.
“You know you’re going to have to tell Bella sooner or later; give her the choice.” He said, and that was what I was looking for. The…lifestyle that this family lead was a bit unorthodox, and something that we kept from everybody-including Bella.
“I know. I will. I just have to find the right moment.”
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