You'll See

:P Sorry about the wait. I've been working on I'll See and couldn't get far on this one... I'll be posting the next chapter of I'll See soon. :)
btw, I own Richard. You'll see who I mean...





“Let’s go to the clearing.”

Jasper looked down at me curiously. We were lying in our bed, me on my stomach and half on, half off of his body.

“Is there a particular reason you want to go?” he asked.

“We haven’t been in a while. And I can think of some very good times we’ve had there.” An aroused growl rumbled through his chest, and I nipped just below his collarbone. “I’m just saying…”

“And what did these very good times consist of?”

“You…me…unique positions…”

His growl was becoming a constant purr.

I lifted my head from his chest and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I moved to straddle his hips and align our bodies.

“Should I refresh your memory?” I breathed against his lips.

“Yeah, I think so,” he replied.

“Hmm. Bad memory, eh?”

He nodded, causing me to chuckle.

“I can handle that.”

I sat up, pulling Jasper to kneel in front of me. He scooted closer, spreading his thighs outside of mine, so we were pressed together completely. His lips moved over mine. I placed a hand on his back and slid it down over his crack, teasing his opening. He shivered and ground his arousal into mine. I moaned and pressed a finger inside him. As he continue to grind his hips, he pushed himself onto my finger. I grabbed his hips to stop him, sliding the head of my erection to replace my hand.

I thrust up slowly, though our position made it a little difficult.

“It would be easier if I turned around,” he murmured, nuzzling along my jaw.

“I don’t want you to. Want to watch you, to kiss you, while I bring us both to ecstasy,” I replied, emphasizing my words with a kiss.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. I tangled one hand in the hair at the back of his head and used the other to guide his hips as I continued a slow pace.

“You feel so good, treasure.” He moaned in reply, rolling his hips down.

I kissed him again; I couldn’t get enough of him, his taste, the feel of his skin, his scent… I could go on forever, cataloguing every little thing I loved about my Jasper, my mate, my love, my other half, my treasure. His emotions felt like my own now, most of his reactions didn’t surprise me anymore.

He was happy right now, and it pleased me to know that I seemed to be the cause of his happiness. I tugged at the golden locks in my hand, eliciting a moan from my treasure.

He plucked my bottom lip between his teeth, growling playfully. I smiled the best I could, gazing into his warm gold eyes. They were the lightest I had ever seen them, like pure honey, even with his pupils dilated with lust.

“Is there a reason you stopped?” His throaty voice never failed to send delightful shivers down my spine.

“You’re beautiful, a true treasure,” I whispered, my hands running reverently over his face. He ducked his head against my shoulder, embarrassed. “Are you going to do that every time I tell you how beautiful I think you are?” I smiled.

He nodded. “You’re the only one to say that since before Maria.”

“Then I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” I gently pushed his shoulder until he was lying on his back with me still buried inside him. He looked up at me again. “You live up to your name, treasure.” I twirled one of his curls around my finger. “You have a heart of gold with the eyes and hair to match.” I continued to stroke his face gently, placing butterfly kisses everywhere my fingers grazed. His eyes closed and he purred in contentment beneath my touch.

I let one of my hands drift down his chest in teasing caresses, though my lips couldn’t follow because it would force me to break our connection. Jasper didn’t seem to mind, especially when I softly stroked him. He grabbed my face and kissed me while he bucked into my hand. His movement caused me to slide out and in, though I quickly took up the motion on my own.

Our every movement, touch, brush of skin on skin was slow, tender, loving. We weren’t rushed in any way.

After we climaxed almost simultaneously, we cuddled together for a while before heading to the shower for a little cleaner fun time. Wink, wink.

We dressed quickly so we wouldn’t be distracted again. I really wanted to go to Jasper’s clearing and he seemed to know, silently taking my hand and running with me to his quiet place.

It was late afternoon when we arrived. The trees were sending shadows over half the clearing since it was one of the rare sunny days in Forks. Thankfully, the shadows didn’t cover the bench that occupied the center of the clearing. The setting was perfect for what I wanted to do.

“I haven’t actually seen you in the sun,” I stated as I pulled Jasper toward the patch of sunlight.

“It’s nothing to sneeze at,” he replied, pulling back into the shadows.

“Then I promise not to sneeze.”

He paused at the edge of the shadows, his gaze searching, for what I don’t know.

“Please?”

He sighed and pulled off his t-shirt, handing it to me before stepping into the ring of light.

I gasped at the intensity of light reflecting off his marble skin. The golden rays surrounded him, then bounced off his body in an array of colors as if he were a prism or a diamond. The light was fractured into thousands of individual beams, each one separately definable with my vampire eyes, yet still melding away from my sparkling treasure. When the light hit his scars, it only fractured further. It was almost like a fractal in nature, imitating that unending equation.

It was truly beautiful.

“Beautiful,” I murmured. It was an understatement, but I had no other word to describe it. I had seen a faint glimmer on myself or Jasper when a stray sunbeam struck a hand or cheek, but never like this, never in such an awe-inspiring sight that practically struck me dumb.

Such beauty could only be possessed by the blessed, by the angels. I now understood where the people who painted those beautiful, glowing angels had gotten the idea.

Now, my shining angel was approaching me, surprise filtering through his emotions.

“What is it, love?” he asked softly, caressing my cheek.

I bowed my head in embarrassment. “I am not worthy of an angel such as you.”

He tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. “But, love, you are much the same.” He was standing in the shadows with me again. He pressed his lips to mine in a gentle caress. “You are worthy of much more than me, yet here we stand. Together.” Another kiss was placed on my lips, though this one was more passionate, while somehow remaining chaste. “I love you and I would be with none other.”

I wanted to weep at the sweetness and sincerity of his words, though it would be impossible for me to do so. “Ditto.” It was all I could think to say.

He chuckled and I received a lingering kiss that I returned with gusto.

“I knew it.”

Jasper and I froze at the voice, one hand still at my chin and the other at the small of my back, while my arms were loosely wrapped around his waist. I recognized the voice, but I couldn’t place it.

“Since when did vampires turn homosexual? I’ve never met a gay vampire,” the voice sneered.

Jasper and I turned towards it simultaneously. The silver hair that had nothing to do with age glinting beneath the hooded cloak gave away the identity of the aggressor. When piercing blue eyes met mine, it only solidified my assumption that it was the tour guide from the museum a few weeks past. He was dressed in a type of coat that I had never seen. It was hooded and long, with many folds in which to hide…something. What was beneath, I could not tell.

“Who said anything about vampires?” I replied coolly.

“I know what you are. I can smell you,” the silver-haired man snarled. His lip curled. “I hate vampires.”

“Why?” Jasper questioned. I grasped his hand, knowing he could feel that hatred.

“My family died at the hands of vampires, by the order of one named Maria Hale. Perhaps you know her?”

“Who was your family and how are you here?” Jasper didn’t miss a beat.

“Vampire hunters can live a long time when vampires abound. Though, as I understand it, your kind can only be destroyed in very particular ways.”

“Who was your family?”

“I come from the long line of Locke. I am Richard Locke, son of William and Glenda Locke.” Richard’s eyes narrowed. “And you, Hale, are the one who directed troops of vampires against my family. Too afraid to get your hands dirty?”

I looked up to Jasper’s stricken face and tried to let him feel how much I loved him, tried to let him know it was okay, but it didn’t help. His inner pain hurt me, and for the first time in months, Jasper pulled his emotions back into himself, cutting me off from him. He even pulled his hand out of mine. But before he was gone completely, I felt his shame over what he had done in his past, his self-hatred, and the emotional pain he was inflicting upon himself.

“I was given the order, and to disobey meant death,” Jasper whispered, pain and sorrow lacing his voice. Where was the happy man of moments ago?

“So killing everyone in my family except me was more acceptable than dying yourself?”

“Even if I disobeyed, she would have only sent someone else in my place. I didn’t know why she wanted your family dead, but I guess now I do. You were vampire hunters and she saw you as a threat.”

Richard nodded. “I’m the only one left. I wasn’t in the house when you arrived, but I saw it all.” His cold eyes turned haunted, reflecting all the horror and pain he had witnessed. “They were all drained or torn to shreds.”

I couldn’t hide my horror and I felt Jasper draw a little more into himself.

“Ah, so he hasn’t told you what his life was like? The things he did and the horrors he created?”

“Stop,” Jasper rasped.

“What? Keeping secrets, are we?”

“He didn’t need to tell me,” I stated firmly. “I love him regardless.” I took a step closer to Jasper, my shoulder brushing his chest.

“Aw, so sweet. But would you say the same thing if you really knew?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation.

“How can you be sure?”

“Stop. Please,” Jasper begged.

“Why should I? Are you embarrassed?” he sneered mockingly. “You should be. You should be horrified at all you’ve done.”

“I am.” Jasper’s voice was barely a whisper. I grasped his hand tightly in mine, not letting go even when he tried to pull away.

I stood in front of him and forced him to look at me. “Treasure, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. The past is the past; we can’t change it. I still love you. I will always love you.”

He looked away, letting his eyes drift around the clearing, but I kept mine locked on his face.

“Like pink and white roses.” He turned back to me in confusion. “‘I love you still and always will,’” I quoted.

“What is it with you and flowers?”

I shrugged, glad he was at least speaking to me again.

“As much as I hate to break up this little moment… Well, not really,” Richard stated, fingering a thick chain around his neck. Whatever was hanging from it was hidden beneath his cloak. “But I really must get on with my plan.”

“And what would that be?” Jasper questioned.

Something brushed past my senses, tickling at my nose, surrounding me in thick sweetness. It was the smell of gardenias.

I turned my head, searching for the dark green bush with its tell-tale ivory blossoms. What I saw surprised me, to say the least.

Where there had previously been just a few flowers six months ago, there was now a garden of multi-hued blossoms.

Creamy gardenia, for one, for joy…

White aster for contentment…

Pale pink peonies for healing…

Ivory tulips for forgiveness…

Deep purple violets for faithfulness…

Dots of dandelions, that happy flower…

A single bush of both red and white roses, that symbol of unity…

Small, yellow tulips, like little crowns, standing in for someone hopelessly in love…

Multi-colored marigolds for pain and grief…

There. There was the cyclamen and asphodel of resignation and regret, the ones I had seen before, but in fewer numbers…

Weeds of fear crept up, covering the rainbow of beautiful blooms, almost choking them out.

“I’m going to show you what it feels like to lose what you care about.” My head jerked back to Richard, who was now holding the Ankh of Ra high in the sunlight. Its orange gems glittered, seeming to grow brighter.

“It doesn’t work,” I bluffed.

“That’s what you think. These sunstones are very powerful.”

It was almost surreal when he aimed the ankh in my direction. The stones were a burning orange, casting a glow around the artifact and Richard’s hands as he chanted in Egyptian.

A blinding beam shot from its center, coming straight for me.

“NO!” Jasper cried, pushing me onto the ground right as the beam of light struck him in my place. I had to shield my eyes from the intensity of light that surrounded him.

“JASPER!” I screamed.

There was a loud crack, like that of thunder, and a final burst of blinding light and heat that blanked out the world around me. I closed my eyes as something akin to a tear slid down my cheek.





I'm so mean, aren't I? Just leaving it like that...
What did you think? Does anyone have a guess on the flowers yet? :)
elvinwitch--Surprised? :)
DBZchick--My schemes aren't always for public eyes... ;)