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In the wake of night, you lied fast asleep, though your mind flooded with peril. Though you could not feel it, your screams ripped through your throat. Burning ensued from the tightened grip around your leg as you were dragged, feeling each and every branch you passed upon. Down to the very pebbles that littered the forest floor, everything scraped against your sore back.
"You can scream all you like, Y/N," Maria chuckled, almost sinisterly as she dragged you. "He won't hear you. No one will."
Your eyes attempted to open as you were dragged, y/e/c orbs barely catching the sight of the amused Maria as she drug you further into the darkness. Shutting your eyes once more as the pain became unbearable, you heard yourself screaming once more. As you listened to your screams, you could hear them quite clearly. "Jasper!" You heard your own voice ring. "Help!"
You began to lose hope that someone would save you from this vampire. With your luck, Maria would simply turn you to kill you, preferably with an audience. Even though you had only met the vampire through stories that Jasper shared, this Maria in your dream was the spitting image of what you could only assume to be her. The vengeful nature that you could imagine had you internally shuddering as your body physically shuddered in pain.
When a sudden calm engulfed your body, your y/e/c orbs shot back open to check your scenery. Nothing had changed, though you felt a hand upon your cheek. Focusing enough, you could barely hear the words, "Darlin', I'm here," softly in your ear. "Wake up."
This odd nightmare shook you awake, to find that you had been screaming for quite a while. Jasper was actually beside you on your bed, his hand now removed from your cheek and a concerned look on his pale face. Seeing his presence instantly calmed you, and you let a smile grace your lips. “Jasper….” you breathed out.
“Y/n, what's wrong?” he asked, his drawl coming out in his words. To an extent he had attempted to continue to hide his accent, but hearing it drove you the best kind of crazy. Deep down he could probably see that with his gift.
“Victoria,” you stated plainly, letting out a sigh and flopping back on your bed, staring at the ceiling. “Dragging me into the woods to either kill me or change me - that I don't entirely know.” You twirled a strand of your y/h/c hair and grimaced, before glancing back into his beautiful amber eyes.
He shook his head and clearly stated, “You know we won't let you get hurt, Y/n.”
“But - I'm scared, regardless,” you breathed out, getting yourself back into a seated position, facing him fully now. "Even if consciously I know I'm safe, I guess my subconscious still eats at said fear." You felt his hand on top of yours in a comforting manner that made blush spread across your face as wildfire.
"Have you had that nightmare a lot?" He questioned curiously, though his hand squeezed yours gently as he spoke, as if to comfort you more than his gift already was.
You shook your head, forcing your lips to curl upwards the slightest bit more. "Not often, no," you whispered softly. "Every once in a while. How did you know I needed you?"
He chuckled, almost nervously as his amber eyes glanced away. "I-sometimes I like to keep an eye on you," he said, his accent pouring through his words. "I just worry about you, darlin', but I hope you don't find it weird."
It had been years since you found out that the Cullens were vampires - that the ever so handsome, sweet man you had the honor of calling your closest friend had been a vampire. Though there had been a point that a minor trepidation flashed through you, you could feel a warmth rise in your chest at the thought that Jasper had been so protective of you.
This was the first thing that managed to coat your cheeks in a reddening blush, though you chuckled yourself to play it off. "Not weird," you assured him sweetly. "Endearing, actually." Something drew you to his soft looking lips. You couldn't help but stare and lightly bite your own in your little fantasy.
He plainly noticed this and chuckled, letting a smile pass his lips. “Do you see something you like, ma’am?” he teased wryly. His amber eyes shifted from your lips to your y/e/c hues, and though there had been the slightest cringe about his face, something you had grown used to with the knowledge that it had been your blood to create such terrifying temptation, there had been something else deep in those amber eyes. He had never been so bold with you, though you would not raise your voice to complain as your heart thumped hard in your chest.
Your y/e/c eyes met his with seriousness drenching them as you stated, “Don't tease me if you're not going to follow through.” Though you thought to add a little play in with your words, you truly wished not to lead yourself on. After all, with all the pining in the deepest recesses of your heart, the wrong signals could cause you to falter.
This challenge proved to be appealing to him, as he leaned closer to you and smirked. “Am I teasing you enough yet, darlin’?” he asked in an almost challenging tone, a confidence you often had not seen with Jasper. Though he knew how to open up and be fun with you, the closeness of those plush lips had never been quite that close.
You could feel your breath reflecting off of his lips and back onto yours, he was so close. For a brief moment, you just had to do something. Impulse kicked in, and you grabbed him by the collar and pulled his lips into yours. His lips were definitely soft and strong, but you could tell he was holding back to keep you safe. You drug your tongue against his bottom lip for entry and carefully avoided any sharp teeth.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer to an icy embrace. Feeling his cold hands through your light fabric clothes sent a slight shiver down your spine, but you relished in the closeness. You kissed him with such passion, and felt enough warmth internally bursting through your body for the two of you.
Your arms wrapped around his neck and you held him as close as you possibly could while kissing him, before he pulled back and just stared into your y/e/c gaze. The kiss left you nearly breathless and you just held him close for a moment, of course not feeling a heartbeat, but feeling a sort of connection making itself more known.
“You know you're beautiful to me, right?” you asked, breaking the silence.
“In over a century, I have not been so drawn to a person before, darlin’," he replied, his voice with undertone of sweetness as it passed his plush lips.
His accent was in full swing, and you melted under his words and touch. He brushed his finger against your cheek, staring deep into those eyes of yours. “I may not have been alive for centuries, but I know what I want to have - forever and always,” you replied to him, “and I happen to be staring at him.”
“Then, will you be my mate?” he replied, barely giving you the chance to answer before the two of you dove into one another's lips once more. Though, as a human, you were unsure how…Jasper had always been someone you would follow to the end of the world and over.