Jasper tossed himself over on his bed, the bed rarely used for sleep. What time was it? Too early for him. He stuffed his face into his pillow again and took a deep breath. He had no idea what or who had woken him up, but whoever it was would be in a world of pain in a few minutes.
His head popped up from the ocean of blankets and pillows, an eyebrow raised in question. He had been asleep just a few moments ago. He threw the covers off of his body and sat up, noticing that he hadnât bothered to change out of his clothes the night prior. Which was only logical, because he wasnât expecting to fall asleep, not since he was turned years ago. âWhat the fuckâŠâ he mumbled to himself, looking about his room.
And then he felt it. The rhythmic cadence that pulsed in the center of his left rib cage. The slow, steady beat that pounded lightly through every vein in his body. The hushed âth-thumpâ that actually said, âYouâre alive, Jasper,â with every flutter. His heart was beating and he could hear it, feel its pulse in his wrist and his throat. He was alive, literally, for the first time in years. And he had no idea why.
Had it been a dream? One didnât awaken on any random morning to find that they just werenât dead anymore; it didnât work that way. He knew so, he knew because heâd lost all hope of it ever happening again shortly after his fate was sealed. It only made sense to assume that heâd been asleep for years and that his life in the years prior to this awakening had been but a dream. But if it hadnât been real, thenâŠ
âBella,â he said aloud. He plummeted from his bunk with an uncoordinated leap, knocking over several of his own possessions in the process. âOw, ow. Fuck,â he grumbled. That actually hurt. Holy crap, this is real, he thought to himself. The room that enclosed him was no different than the one heâd spent his days in. He was at Campbell, that much was true. But what was happening to him? He continued with his quest, ignoring the throbbing pain in his leg. He sprinted out of his door and straight down the hall, bounding down the stairs. He was running, really running again â he had no help from the superhuman agility and speed this time. A small smile formed on his face at the feel of it.
He all but fell down the steps as he tried to get to Bellaâs room. She was just a floor below him, but he couldnât help but rush anyway. He had to make sure she was real, that she hadnât been just a part of his vampiric dream. He was sure she was; he was at Campbell Academy, after all, and if that much had been genuine in existence, then she had to be as well. But his heart hurt at the thought of it. He imagined himself finally getting to her room, rapping on the door desparately, and getting no answer. He imagined someone else opening the door, someone no where near as beautiful or fascinating as his Bella, and telling him that no one by the name of âArabella Kennedyâ had ever been there. He could feel the whole world crashing around where he stood. He needed to get to her now. There was no point in living unless she was around. He wouldnât even want to go out into the sun for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, knowing he wouldnât burst into flames as soon as its rays hit him â because it wouldnât exist if Bella didnât.
When he finally made it to her room, the first thing he did was try to turn the knob. He didnât even bother knocking; there was no time. He didnât want to break her door down again, either. Heâd done that three times since sheâd come to Campbell, and each time was out of anger and rage. He wasnât mad this time, but he was beside himself in worry. When it wouldnât budge, he knocked fervently. âBella? Bella, open up. Itâs me. Itâs Jasper. Open up!â His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, and beads of sweat were already materializing on his forehead. He was panting, gasping for breath between his yells. He didnât care if anyone else heard him at this point. He didnât care that he was still angry with her, or that she probably still hated him. None of that mattered now. All that mattered was that she was real, she was tangible, and that heâd be able to hold her in his arms as soon as she let him into the room.
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