To dream is to bleed
Parings: Jasper Hale x Human! Reader
A/N: Hey so i actually hate this! but I have started reading Dracula, and have been heavily influenced with this new stalker type vampire. so you will just have to settle for this while i try to rack my brain and see if i can make a part two of The Ache of Almost!
Warnings: Yandere vibes, lots of gore, graphic gore, stalking, fear, all that stuff
Word count: 4.8K
The thump in your ear never died down, not for a second as you sat still as a statue on your white bed spread. At least, it was white a moment ago; but you supposed somehow within the flurry of things, you must not have noticed the crimson red colour seep out from unknown wounds and stain the cotton of your sheets.
The blood was thicker than you had ever seen, and it rolled down your legs in large droplets, pooling by your feet on the hard laminate floor. Your eyes rolled back in your head slowly, as you felt a dull ache erupt through your body, everything around you was foggy and unclear. Your head and body felt heavy, as if you were in a drugged state, and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was a dream. No- not a dream, but a nightmare. Though this felt too real, too vivid, to be just a nightmare that typically came after watching a horror movie.
Where had you been before this? Your mind was too clouded to recall. Where were you now? Same answer applied. Why couldn't you get up? You didn't want too.
Your head lulled side to side, like a slow moving pendulum, and you groaned in pain softly as you felt more blood emit from your body and soak your previously periwinkle coloured night gown. Your throat itched from how dry it was, and no matter how warm the blood felt staining your feet, the room was cold and you could see your breath in the air.
Forcing your head to look down at your lap, you noticed that the blood that had seeped down onto the sheet at the edge of your bed came from the large gash that presented itself on your right side. You blinked, and something in you said you should feel scared, but no matter how hard you tried you were just too tired.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The thumping that was once only in your ear, started to seem to come from around you more then in you. You dragged your eyes up off the bloody mess in your lap, and from your immense dehydration it felt as if your eyes were going to pop out of their sockets at any moment.
You were in your room, that much was true, but something about it was off. Maybe it was because of how cold it was, or because it seemed to have switched it self around - your bookshelf now on the far left side instead of the right, and your mirror that once was bolted to the back of your door was flat against the ceiling right at the entrance of your bedroom- or maybe it was the ominously dark corner diagonal from you, darker then any other corner in the room.
The darkness seemed to morph and swirl within the cold air, and your dry throat allowed a breathy gasp to escape past your lips as the darkness shapeshifted into what seemed like a tall man. You barely had time to blink again, before the man was in front of you, one hand clasped over your bloody wound and the other up your night dress and gripping your bare thigh with an iron grip you were sure was going to bruise.
His touchy was icy, and you didn't understand if it was because of the already odd temperature of the room or if his pale complexion had something to do with his evilly cold hands. The man hid his face within your hair, his nose brushing against your cheek, and even if you wanted to run or push away, you just couldn't. Too tired, too weak, too unbothered to even think of fighting.
His fingers danced across the bloody wound, and even though you couldn't see his face- for he purposely hid it from your view- you knew a cat like grin grew on his lips as you let out a sob of pain when, slowly, he inserted one finger deep within the gash. The temperature seemed to have dropped so much that your tears fell but froze into icicles half way down your cheek, and your body shivered violently against the crouching stranger. "Sh sh sh," The strange man sung out, and something in your throat caught at the familiar southern accent that filled the eerie silent room. You were going to speak- scream, but in a flash the cold of the room was replaced by an eruption of heat so hot you though you had just entered the pits of hell.
The feeling of two large stinging needles digging into the nape of your neck, like a kiss gone utterly wrong, made a heat of fire spread from the tips of your toes to your head. Fogging your brain even more then it already had been previously. Your eyelids drooped closed, as the heat consumed you, and your bloody body went limp within the strangers arms, inviting the horrific kiss in.
"Wake up." A distance voice called out, and it took all your strength to try to keep your head up. Again the angry voice repeated itself, this time closer, but you knew the stranger holding you was not the one talking "Wake up miss Y/L/N. Wake up."
By the third call, it was as if your head had been pulled out of an icy river and you gasped as your brain adjusted to the new surroundings that presented themselves.
Mr. Banner, your old and grumpy biology teacher stood in front of your desk, tapping his foot loudly on the plastic linoleum flooring. The bright florescent lighting within the biology room surrounded him as if he had an aura of an angel, but you knew that was far from the truth. Your eyes just needed a moment to adjust.
"Am I boring you with my lecture, miss Y/N?" Your teacher sneered, and now as the class snickered did it set in that you really were dreaming before. As odd as the dream was, you knew all the eyes on you in your cramped biology classroom were reality and it was not whatever hell you had just escaped. You swallowed, your throat was still dry.
You cleared your throat and sat up, "No, I-" Your voice strained and cracked a bit from the dryness and you instantly grabbed your water bottle from your table and opened it "I'm sorry," You said quickly before taking a long gulp of your water.
Mr. Banner only grumbled as he moved back to the front of classroom and continued on his lecture of mitosis within plankton.
You swallowed and sighed, looking down at your paper that sat in front of you. Your stomach churned and knotted in ways that you had never felt, that dream- if it even was one; for it felt too real to shake off- made you sick to your stomach. You wondered if you should excuse your self to throw up, but you doubted Mr. Banner would even let you go.
Your right hand moved down off the desk and ghosted the area were your dream gash was, and your heart hammered so hard in your chest you imagined it hopping out from your throat and rolling around on the floor; Staining the white linoleum the same crimson red that you wondered if your bed at home looked like- thumping erratically in front of all your classmates.
Pressing your hand into your side you couldn't help but sigh, feeling no bleeding wound or strange deformed scar. But your heart race didn't decrease, not when you looked up and swept your eyes around your classmates.
Most had forgotten you within seconds after Mr. Banner stopped his scolding, all except two who sat on the opposite side of the room as you.
Alice Cullen watched you with wide wild eyes, her brows were knitted together so hard you wondered if they were stuck like that. All traces of her whimsical fairy bubblyness was gone, and instead a mixture of pity and fear were etched in her oddly coloured eyes.
Jasper Hale sat one seat behind her, and he watched your every move. His face was as hard as stone, as it usually was, and his eyes mirrored the same frenzied look Alice's had.
'What an odd pair' was all you could think as you forced yourself to cut off your eye contact with them and look back up to the front. But as you tried to take notes, your mind was plagued with replaying the awful scene that had consumed you before you were awaken in biology.
Particularly, you couldn't get over how the strange man sounded just like the boy who had not taken his eyes off of you for the past 10 minutes. Not even when you would look over and hold eye contact with him, hoping it would give him the hint to at least pretend he wasn't staring-like his sister.
But he seemed to be inept to social cues, and so you decided to try to shake away the feeling of his eyes and focus solely on the lecture. No more thinking of dreams. Your focus on the large white board up ahead seemed to help, and finally as the last bell for the day rang you seemed to be completely back in sorts. All traces of fear that you had when you woke up were gone, and you cold barely remember the feeling of your thumping heart. Though, the sight of Alice grabbing Jaspers arm and hissing at him made you frown. They threw you one last glance then Alice practically dragged a ridged pained Jasper out of the classroom.
Unfortunately, the fear struck back up in your heart when you were at home.
You had walked up your old squeaky stairs to your room, finding the door shut- which was already strange considering you never close your bedroom door. And upon entering, you held back a shiver that crawled up your bony spine. You left your window open last night, which wasn't as weird as the closed door - you loved sleeping with the breeze surrounding you- but the iciness of the floor and dark room brought you right back to your previous dream.
That night, you dreamed the same way you had done in class. This time, you lay flat on your back, pinned down on the bed by a heavy weight you couldn't make out in the dark. It was just as cold as you remembered it, and you shivered against the anchor. You were covered in blood once again, only this time the gash was not on your right side but across your neck. You felt the blood gush and spew as you tried to scream and gasp for air. You hands shot up to grab at your neck in desperation, but whatever held you down was stronger. A cold icy hand, you were sure belonging to the man from before, forced your hands by your side.
As much as you tried to convince yourself this was not real, the fear that ate at your heart felt too frantic and too loud to ignore. The man, you assumed, dragged his hand up off your wrists and up towards your neck. He caressed your sides, and curves and murmured in a deep dark language you couldn't understand. The words were soft, and a wave of calmness washed over you as his hands faltered on your breast, almost as if they were praises slipping past his lips. As much as you tried to struggle with the new emotions that clouded your judgement, you found your self arching your back to welcome his touches. A dark twisted laugh slipped past his lips, and his hand worked up towards your slit throat.
In an instant, the fire you knew all too well from the last night, engulfed your body and a scream- more of a gurgled struggle- crept up your torn up throat. One of the mans large icy hands clamped down on your mouth, and through the dark, he drew his face closer to yours.
You could see nothing but two dark amber eyes, wide and frenzied looking, and the sight made your heart leap and tears tumble down your cheeks. The eyes didn't look away from yours- not even for a moment-as the heat you felt grew to scolding temperatures, as once again, the man inserted one long bony finger deep in the slit of your throat.
If you hadn't been dreaming, you were sure you would have passed out by now, but instead you sat tied down to your bedspread as the man twisted and turned his slender fingers inside your bloody wound. You could feel his finger nails scratch the back of your throat as he punctured any intact film of skin that hadn't already been slashed. You convulsed, and your eyes rolled far back in your head, the pain unbearable. Only chocked gurgles could be heard, the sounds were that of an animal and you really doubted they came from you- but who else would be making them?
The eyes sparkled, and hovered closer to your face, seeming to inspect your face and tears and hair. And even though you could not see any other feature of his, you heard his voice clearly when he spoke: "You are so beautiful. More beautiful then any creature I have ever seen in my centuries of living," His voice was husky and dark and the southern accent could not have been mistaken for anything else. "Oh, I think I'll really enjoy this." He said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
The eyes disappeared and again you felt two long needles sink deep within the nook of your shoulder, making your body completely paralyzed, at the strangers mercy as he twisted his fingers deep within your wound.
Your own scream woke you up, and you tied too press your face hard into your pillow. Except it wasn't there, and you breathed heavy as you looked around. You were on the floor of your room, the sheets of your bed had been torn off with you when you fell from it in the middle of the night.
Your hands instantly grabbed at your throat, and a flood of relief came over you at the feeling of your perfectly unwounded skin.
What was going on? You were never prone to nightmares or night terrors before, and nothing in your life had changed recently to indicate triggering a flood of them. Especially not as gruesome and realistic as the ones you were having now.
You had hoped that school was going to keep your mind at ease from your night terrors, but the REM sleep you were having made dark eye bags appear and every class made you want to pass out- of course the fear coursing through your veins at the thought of sleep kept that from happening.
Biology was just as strange as it had been yesterday, this time Alice kept her gaze on you firm and unwavering. Her features were all turned downwards, and her eyes- which made you shudder involuntary- showed frenzied fear and skepticism. Like she was surprised to see you in class. Did you look that bad today?
Jasper on the other hand didn't spare you a glance. In fact, he sat back in his seat with his eyes up towards the board. You had never seen him look so relaxed in your life, his normal pained expression was gone and instead was replaced by something you couldn't put your finger on. The only way you could describe it was as if a new flame had been ignited in him. He seemed more smug, more cocky, more...southern, then you had ever seen him before.
Lunch had come faster then it did the other day, which you were grateful for, deciding that you were going to eat lunch in your truck, alone, hoping to clear your mind and understand what was going on with this terrible reoccurring nightmare.
Just like yesterday, Alice made the same move of pulling Jasper away from class once the bell rang. You noticed though, this time Jasper grinned and chuckled at Alices aggressive tugs on his arm.
You saw them again in the parking lot, with the rest of their siblings, loitering outside their silver jeep. An unease crept up your spine as you glanced at them, seeing every single one of the Cullen siblings eyes on you. Once again the pity and fear was etched in all their faces- expect Jasper, who watched you with some what of a sinister smile that made you shudder.
Upon approaching your car, your steps briefly faltered as you spotted a thick black book laying on your trucks hood. Coming closer, you picked it up and saw that the ragged thing with a broken, torn spine, was a battered copy of 'Dracula'. In the book, it had been scribbled with pen, and words and phrases were circled and underlined, chicken scratch written in the margins of every page.
Frowning you looked around, wondering who left the book. Across the lot, the Cullen's were lost in what seemed like a heated conversation, all except one. Jasper stood, starring daggers at you and the book, with his hands stuffed deep within his jean pockets.
Catching his eye was like a puzzle piece falling into place, his look told you that he was the one who left the book for you. But why? what could possibly be the reason he left his annotated copy of a vampire horror story for you?
Dragging your eyes away, you climbed in your truck and shut the door, making sure to lock it. Slouching in the drivers seat to make Jasper leave your line of sight, you frowned as you looked down at the leather covered book. Opening it slowly to a page that had a sticky note sticking out from the top, you began to read the words underlined in red ink.
'There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep.'
The frown on your face slowly grew deeper and deeper, and before you knew it it had morphed into an expression of horror when you flipped the chalky page to find a sketch of a young girl in pen on top of the hundreds of small printed words.
There was no mistaking the girl in the sketch was you. Same body, same bed frame and almost the exact position you were in the night before. With a man, who you could only identify as Jasper, sitting on top of your waist, crouched with his head tilted by your neck, and a small line drew in red glitter ink was scribbled over your nightgown.
Blood.
A long phrase at the bottom of the page was circled many times over that whatever pen he used left a dent on the previous page.
'Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.'
You did not need to be told twice to close the book, throwing it in your passenger seat and starting up your trucks engine. Tears sprang up slowly in your eyes, as you sat up and Jasper and his siblings came back into view.
Jasper was doubled over laughing, hands on his knees to stabilize himself- His siblings looked furious as they looked towards your truck and back to him, but none of them made any move to scold their brother or come over to soothe you.
You floored it all the way back to your house, thankful it was empty as you entered practically shaking and sobbing.
There was no denying it, Jasper was the man who plagued the hellish nightmares you were having. You didn't understand how, or what he really was, but whatever him and his strange family were up to- you knew you wanted no part in it. Quickly, you shut and locked all your windows, and made your way over to your bed, collapsing in it.
The room which once made you feel at ease, comfortable and safe- was now exactly the opposite. Your nightmares had completely plagued your sleep and waking hours, just as that wretched book had said. Now, even being in the room made you quiver with fear, your eyes leaked tears so heavy they rolled down and collected on the bottom of your chin, dripping and wetting your jeans. You curled up into a ball on your bed, and rested your head between your knees, hoping that whatever waking nightmare you were in now would disappear.
You guessed you fell asleep, because when you finally looked up your room was dark and you could hear the rain outside. You panicked for a moment, your sleep was too quiet and dreamless compared to the past two nights. So, was what you were experiencing now your dream?
But it wasn't the same set you were use too. No blood, no dark shadows that morphed into men, no long fingers jabbing their way into unknown wounds. Everything was still, silent, and calm.
A wave of relief and hope washed over you as you stood up and stretched. Maybe the pass two days had all been one long vivid strange dream, and now you were finally back in reality. No more nightmares that kept you awake, no weird books on your truck hood. Everything was going to be okay.
Unfortunately, you hoped too soon, because a gust of wind came in and wrapped itself around your body like a bony hug. Your eyes snapped toward your now open window, and then towards your bedroom door, where Jasper stood in all his sinister glory.
A scream erupted from your throat, but was silenced in a moment as Jasper appeared in front of you and his bony fingers clamped down over your mouth. "Shhh sh sh sh," The all too familiar southern accent sang out, and tears sprang from your eyes as you struggled. Jasper frowned at your flailing arms and tsked, "No...this wont work," he muttered, as his face came closer to your own. Just like every other dream you had, a feeling of calmness washed over you. It felt wrong, not your own, but no matter how your brain wondered why your body stopped fighting, you couldn't help but welcome it in.
"That's better," Jasper practically cooed, and his icy grip tightened around your mouth, his other hand holding your waist so hard you though that maybe he was going to break your hip bone. Whatever strange ability he had, you didn't know what it was, but his strength was stronger then any other man you had been held by, and his ability to make you feel calmer when he practically suffocated you made your brain foggy and incoherent.
"You're such a pretty, pretty thing," He said, and he pressed his nose deep in your cheek. He inhaled deeply. "All these years...I've perfected the routine of any, vegetarian," He pulled back and grinned at your tear soaked skin as if he just cracked a cheesy joke. "I had my control. All of it, in the palm on my hands-A perfect coven, a way to live amongst you- you humans," He ranted out and once against stuck his nose within your hair, dragging it up and down through your scent. The sweet almost sickly smell of sugar and blood filling his head and almost erasing the dark twisted thoughts that churned through his mind. "But, only one whiff of you, and I was gone." He frowned and his grip grew tighter, making you whimper against his hand. No mind trick of emotion could fade away the pain his death grip had on you. He pressed himself closer as if he wanted to merge your two bodies as one. The feeling of your own body against his and your lips on his hand was almost overwhelming for him. "Not only were you beautiful, more beautiful then any human I have seen in centuries...but oh how...good you smell." He shook against you, almost as if he was laughing, but no sound escaped his throat. Not even a hint of murmur came from him, as he took one step and you were back on your bed, sitting at the edge and gazing up at him. Jasper lulled his head side to side, as if something had possessed his very being.
He avoided looking at you directly in the face, but soon gave up, and let you gaze upon his twisted features and blood red eyes. "I-I hadn't tasted human blood in so long, but I just couldn't help myself. Nothing in my right mind could keep me away- not even Carlisle, which to whom I made very clear when.." He trailed off and grinned ear to ear, his fingers brushed against the spot where your dream gash had been "Well, when I learnt how to manipulate your subconscious."
Jasper dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands frantically moved down and grasped yours. Everything was happening so fast, your brain and emotions- which were yet to be your own- had no time to catch up, so you sat in a trance of calmness, but your eyes showed immense fear to the horror of a boy in front of you. "You aren't scared of me are you?" He asked earnestly, and looked up at you with crazed eyes. "See-see I planned on just killing you, draining your blood and leaving you for dead in some ditch. I mean- I promised Carlisle It would only be that-" He swallowed and his voice turned strained and husky "Oh but, after seeing how theatrical you were when I ripped you apart, doll- well I just can't leave you now. No..no," He muttered more to himself then to you.
Jasper stopped for a moment, looking down at his own lap as his hands desperately clung on to yours. "Say, doll," He started slowly, and you could see the wheels turning in his head, as he slowly grew closer to you, rising up on his knees and pushing his face closer to yours. "Y/n," He started as he drew closer and closer to your face, his lips practically brushing yours as he spoke. "Now that I have you I can't just let you go, can I?" He wondered aloud, and whatever new wave of emotion he made tumble towards you, coaxing you, made you slowly shake your head. He moved his face back towards your ear, and he whispered so softly you barely heard him "Y/N, can I keep you?"
At this point, the shape needles- which you now regarded as two long ivory fangs-pierced their way deep within your skin for a fraction of a second before pulling away to show an ecstatic Jasper and his bloodied mouth. Finally, from all the previous nights of silent screams, did tonight prevail. A blood curdling scream escaped your mouth at its top dial, and Jasper cringed softly.
He was astonished that he was able to stop feeding so quickly, he thought it would have been more trouble to pull away than it had really been. Alice had seemed to skip over that detail.
Though, that didn't matter any more, non of it mattered. He just needed the venom to do it's job, and then he would take you back to the Cullen house with him. He would help you in the next few days of the immense pain you would feel, but he was prepared for that.
The past couple nights were fun, making your unconscious brain squirm and quiver at his touch with hellish scenes played out in front of you- but he new that it wouldn't even come close to how amazing it would be to torture you first hand. In real time.
You collapsed on your bedroom floor, writhing as you felt the venom course through your veins. Your brain felt as if it was slowly turning to mush, and your vision was black. All you could feel was two icy hands scoop you up, and you had to admit to yourself whilst you screamed for your life, that they felt good compared to the hell fire blazing under your skin.
"I know I know," You heard Jasper murmur in your ear as a gust of wind whipped your hair around your face. You gasped for air again and again as you felt him maneuver your body around- and every fiber of your being told you he was not taking you to bed, but far far away from your home. He began to scold you, "But what can I say? It's not my fault. You did this to yourself. I am a vampire after all."