#jasperhale

Blood. So much blood.

Jasper’s hands were drenched in it. It dripped from his knuckles like oil.

He clutched at her thighs, hauling her down into the dirt as her body thrashed beneath him. Her legs kicked wildly, fists pounding against his chest, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His grip locked around her wrists, unforgiving—too hard—leaving deep, purple bruises that bloomed beneath the skin.

His breath came heavy and harsh. Blood slicked his lips, his chin, staining the sharp edges of his mouth. His golden eyes—no, not golden anymore—burned red, molten and glowing, as if something sacred inside him had been broken, left to rot.

She screamed.

It tore through the trees, raw and desperate—but it only seemed to excite him. His tongue flicked over his fingers, tasting her, smearing blood across his chin. He leaned in again, teeth bared, feral.

It was raw. Human. A jagged, soul-rattling sound that cut straight through the forest, full of terror and betrayal. But it didn’t stop him. If anything—it thrilled him.

He smiled.

His tongue slid lazily over his fingers, tasting her like she was his final meal. Blood clung to his skin like honey, thick and glistening. He moaned, eyes fluttering shut for half a second in ecstasy. Then he lunged again, mouth open, teeth bared, desperate to sink back in.

He looked drunk. Drenched in crimson.

And through it all—her face remained hidden. Smothered in shadow and blinding light. A smear of static. As if the future refused to name her.

Jasper’s head lifted slowly from her neck, his mouth wet and open

And then—

The vision fractured.

Like shattered glass underfoot. Like old film burning in the reel.

Alice gasped.

She stumbled backward like she’d been punched, one hand flying to the couch, fingers clawing for something solid. Her knees buckled. Her lungs seized. Esme caught her just in time, arms folding gently around her like wings.

“What is it? Where is he?” Esme asked softly—but the words sliced through the silence like a blade.

Alice’s eyes stayed wide, haunted, locked on something still flickering in her mind. “He—” she choked out. “He’s going to attack someone. I couldn’t see her face. Just blood. Screaming. The woods. But he was feeding.” Her voice cracked, raw and hoarse. She turned to Carlisle. “His eyes,” she whispered. “Carlisle. They were red.”

Carlisle froze. His jaw tightened, the corners of his mouth twitching with concern. He looked at Esme—then back at Alice, carefully masking the dread creeping into his eyes.

They knew how hard it must’ve been for Jasper to control his thirst, but this—this has never happened before. Not when they’ve done all they can to make sure he stays away from whatever’s been haunting him.

They were still unsure as to what may have caused this. Unsure as to what or who he’s after, but one thing’s for sure: if Alice tried to see any other way and there was none, it means his mind’s been made up. His only choice was to kill.

Emmett’s voice broke the silence. “He’s not even here,” he said with a frown, arms crossed. “He’s in Alaska with Edward.”

Alice shook her head, still trembling. “No. He’s not. Not anymore.”

Carlisle pulled out his phone, trying to stay calm, but the stiffness in his hand betrayed him. “I’ll call Edward.”

He stepped onto the porch. The cold air hit him hard. The phone rang once. Then twice. By the third ring, Alice had followed him to the doorway, arms wrapped tight across her chest, her eyes still distant.

Finally, Edward picked up.

“Carlisle?” His voice was clipped. Guarded.

“We need to talk,” Carlisle said. “Where’s Jasper?”

A pause. A long one.

Edward exhaled slowly, like someone who had been bracing for this. “I was going to call. He’s gone.”

Carlisle’s voice sharpened. “How long?”

“Two days. He said he needed space. He didn’t say where he was going but… I think—” Edward hesitated. “I think he went back to Forks.”

Alice flinched behind him.

“Why would he come back?” Carlisle asked, his voice quiet but laced with steel.

Another silence. Then, very softly:

“I think it’s her.”

Carlisle’s brow furrowed. “Who?”

Edward didn’t answer at first. It was as if even saying her name would make it real.

Edward knew. It was Dawn he was after. As much as he tried to shake it off his mind, he could hear Jasper’s thoughts from miles on end until he disappeared. It was only filled with Dawn. Dawn’s name, Dawn’s smell, Dawn blood. He wanted to kill her. To put an end to it.

Edward knew he should’ve told Carlisle, but a part of him was afraid he was right. Right about Dawn being special to Jasper. Dawn being his singer—just as Bella was to him.

“Dawn Swan.”

There it was.

Alice inhaled sharply, her hand flying to her mouth.

In the doorway, Rosalie scoffed. “Dawn? Why would he be after Dawn?” Her voice rang with a slight concern that she tried to mask with vain.

But Alice wasn’t listening. Her vision still clung to her—blood, screaming, forest, Jasper. The girl in the vision wasn’t Bella—she thought it might’ve been, but no. She was shorter, stronger. Defiant even in fear.

It was Dawn.

Edward continued, “I noticed it the first day at school. In the cafeteria. His thoughts… they were a mess. Chaotic. Unraveled. I’ve never heard him like that. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her smell. Her blood. Her name. Over and over. It’s been constant ever since. I thought if I got him away from her… if we went to Alaska… it would fade.”

“It didn’t,” Carlisle said grimly.

“No,” Edward confirmed. “If he’s back… it means he gave in.”

Alice turned to face them fully now, her voice low and certain.

“He’s going to attack her.”

Rosalie shook her head. “She’s in La Push. She’s protected. He can’t cross the treaty line.”

She knew Jasper wasn’t dumb enough to cross the treaty line. He may be filled with bloodlust, but he respected the law.

Alice’s eyes met hers—clear, cold, certain. “Then she left. Or she’s going to. He wasn’t at the beach. He was in the woods.”

Carlisle lowered the phone slowly, as if it had turned to lead in his hand.

And for the first time in decades—Alice saw it.

Fear in his eyes.

“We don’t have much time.”

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The clouds moved like bruises over the trees. Slow, swollen, and heavy. The kind of gray that sinks into your skin and settles in your bones.

I tightened my grip on the paper bag in my hands, the one with Dad’s uniform and six-pack I picked up for him. Something about the air changed. The pressure dropped, and even though the wind had died, I knew a storm was about to come.

I should’ve stayed on the main road.

I should’ve listened to Dad.

But I wanted to beat the storm. I thought I could cut through the woods and shave off ten minutes. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done it before—i mean sure, Dad would probably kill me if he found out—but he never does. And plus, I wasn’t scared of a little rain.

The trees grew denser as I drove further in—towering, shrouded in moss and heavy shadow. The air transformed too—sharper, almost crystalline, but it was unusually tainted with a sour tang of decay, as if something ancient and rotten waited just beyond sight.

I didn’t know these woods well; I rarely went to La Push, though Dad had once driven me this way. Maybe I was being overconfident, assuming this familiar road would lead me home without incident. Or maybe I was just mistaken—and that was why everything around me now felt so ominous.

As I cruised around, I noticed a deer lying lifeless on its shoulder, its eyes hollow and void—a creature seemingly torn apart. My stomach twisted. What kind of sick fuck does that? I’d never seen hunters here, not with a reservation so close. Whoever did this had some answering to do.

Then, without warning, there was a sharp pop. My truck lurched violently to the side. I gripped the steering wheel so hard I thought my knuckles might break, cursing under my breath as I maneuvered off the narrow path.

“Damn it,” I muttered. I stepped out into the chill, boots crunching on the damp dirt, and a question echoed in my mind: Why now? Why today, of all times?

Just as I took another step forward, the wind carried a swirl of scents—pine and wet moss mixed with something else, something metallic and disturbingly familiar. It hit me like a jolt, like that rotten tang from the dead deer by the road.

I was barely two steps from the truck when I heard it—a faint crack, a whisper of movement from behind me. I froze and turned, voice trembling as I called out, “Hello?”

For a moment, nothing answered but leaves rustling. I couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that I wasn’t alone, but a part of me whispered that whatever it was would vanish if I kept my cool. I squared my shoulders, forcing myself to exude control, even if my heart pounded in protest.

I turned around, one step forward.

And then—I was on the ground.

It happened so fast. A blur. Weight. Pain. Breath driven from my lungs. My skull cracked against the earth, the paper bag spilling open beside me as something—no, someone—pinned me to the dirt.

Hands gripped my wrists like iron cuffs, locking me in place. A knee pressed between my thighs, anchoring me, trapping me. I thrashed beneath him, heart thundering. His face came into view.

His eyes—blown wide, gold ringed in black—met mine like he didn’t know what I was. Like he didn’t care.

Jasper?

The name slammed into me with the same force he had. My mouth parted, but no sound came out.

That’s when I smelled it.

Blood.

Thick. Coppery. Fresh. Not human—but wrong all the same. It poured off him like steam, clinging to his clothes, his skin, his breath. He reeked of it. Like he'd bathed in it. Like it had come from something still warm.

His breath hit my cheek—quick and ragged, trembling with restraint.

I kicked. Fought. Screamed.

Nothing moved him.

He was stone. Not like a man, but like something older, colder, unyielding. Still. Too still.

I froze.

The fight in me drained all at once, leaving only the thud of my heart and the rising nausea of helplessness. My limbs went cold. My mouth dry. My thoughts tangled, stuck between confusion and terror.

He hovered over me—his body flush against mine, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, as if molded to fit my shape. I could feel the heat of him, the tension coiled in every muscle. He didn’t move, didn’t speak—just stared like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss me or rip me apart.

And somehow, that terrified me more than anything else.

His hand lifted—slow, deliberate. His fingers brushed my cheek, featherlight. Almost gentle.

And then he stopped at my throat.

Right over my vein.

My pulse stuttered beneath his touch.

Panic bloomed like a bruise in my chest. My stomach churned. I wanted to scream again, but my voice caught, held down by the weight of something I didn’t want to name.

Please no.

Please don’t.

But part of me wasn’t just afraid of dying. Part of me was afraid of the way his touch made my skin burn. The way his mouth hovered too close. The way my body betrayed me with its heat—despite the cold, despite the terror, despite him.

Not arousal. Not really.

But something sick and electric. Something I didn’t ask for. Didn’t want. And yet it lived in my skin anyway.

I hated that I could feel even a flicker of want beneath him. I hated him for it.

His breath shuddered across my lips. Our faces were inches apart. His pupils dilated, eyes blazing. He stared at me like I was a sin he couldn’t stop committing.

“Get off me,” I rasped, voice cracking in my throat.

He didn’t move.

His jaw clenched, hands shaking now, like something inside him was splitting apart. His entire body trembled—not with weakness, but restraint. Like he was fighting some impossible instinct.

So I slapped him.

I slapped him hard.

The sound cracked through the air like lightning.

He reeled—but the pain was mine. It surged through my fingers like fire, like I’d struck marble—or something divine. I gasped, clutching my hand to my chest.

No blood. No mark.

But I felt it in my bones, as if I’d touched something forbidden. Sacred. Cursed.

He looked at me then—not with desire. Not even with hunger.

With hatred.

Not for what I’d done. But for me.

“I didn’t ask for this,” he spat, voice low and furious. “I’ve been trying to stay away from you.”

He shook, fists clenched, voice rising with every word. “I left the state. I buried myself in blood—rabbits, deer, bears—anything I could find. I thought it would be enough. That if I just drank and drank and drowned myself in it, I wouldn’t come back.”

He was the one hunting.

I blinked. My thoughts were spinning.

What the hell was he saying?

“But I did.” His voice cracked, raw now, something unraveling. “Because of you.”

I flinched as he leaned closer. My heart felt like it would tear itself out of my chest.

“You don’t know what your scent does to me,” he snarled, voice thick with something between lust and loathing. “What it makes me. I’m not supposed to be like this. You ruin everything.”

My throat tightened. I was shaking, soaked in rain and confusion and something dangerously close to pity. He looked… broken. Not just dangerous. Wrong. Like he didn’t belong to the body he was trapped in.

It should’ve made me run.

Instead, I whispered, “Then kill me.”

He froze, a small twitch on his eyebrow.

Just like that. Everything inside him stilled.

“If that’s what you came here for,” I said, barely audible over the rain, “then do it.”

His face twisted—not with hunger now, but with anguish. Pure, bitter anguish.

For a moment, all I saw was a boy drowning in war. Not just with me. But inside himself.

And that—that—was the most terrifying part.

Because for one heartbeat, I didn’t hate him.

I was curious.

Was he insane? Possessed? Addicted? He looked like he didn’t know what he was anymore. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to know either.

His fists trembled at his sides. Then he growled, “Run.”

“What?”

He snapped his gaze to mine, wild and unhinged.

“I said, RUN!”

I didn’t wait to ask again.

I ran like my life depended on it.

Because it did.

I bolted through the forest, breath ragged, rain slicing through the trees in sheets. Branches clawed at my arms. Mud pulled at my feet. I didn’t stop, didn’t look back, didn’t dare wonder if he was following. The only thought in my head was escape.

Escape him.

Escape myself.

My lungs burned. My knees nearly gave way.

Then, suddenly, tires screamed in the distance.

I stumbled onto the road just in time to freeze—headlights barreling toward me, too fast, too close. I couldn’t move.

My hair clung to my face, soaked with rain and tears. My legs wouldn’t listen. My heart had already run off without me.

And for a split second, I thought—

Maybe this is it. 

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I usually don’t post, but I am trying to find this old jasper hale ff that I read a while ago on Wattpad.

I don’t remember much of it but it is one where the mfc doesn’t forgive jasper or the Cullens quickly after they come back from leaving.

She was also turned by Victoria or some vampire while the Cullens were gone and she struggled with it.

Jasper hale x human! Reader

Sum-You and bella are on your way to the Cullen house when a storm hits mid way. You two make it safe from harm but jasper makes sure youre fully okay.

(SHOUT OUT TO CAI WHO I KNOW IS GONNA READ THIS COME TO ME AND TELL ME HOW OBSEEN MY OBSESSION WITH JASPER IS. LOVE YOU 🥰.)

WARNIGS- smut, pinv, unprotected vampire sex (wrap it before you tap it folks),  cunnilingus fem!recv., she/her pronouns used, fingering fem!recv., slight nipple play, angst if you squint, after care present. 

MINORS DNI

“ah fuck!” You curse rushing into the Cullen house along with Bella as you place you keys in the little bowel they have set. A light breeze taints your skin before you look up seeing jasper walking to you. 

“what happened?” He asks worriedly although it comes off as a demand. 

“Bella?” Edward shows up from around the corner going to his girlfriend, both of you soaked as if you’d just jumped in a pool.

“Y/n i see your car outside what happened?” Jasper says now demanding to know what happened to your now damaged vehicle consisting of a severely dented back left door and a now missing tail light.   “Some asshole hit us on the way here the roads became really slick-”  “You shouldn’t have driven!” Edward snaps at bella. 

“We wouldn’t have come over is we’d known there was going to be an actual down pour now would we!?” You snap back for bella. 

Edward Cullen, your best friends boyfriend, and your super great uncle. Of course your family goes by his dead-last name of masen but none the less you’re related and he never lets you forget it treating you more like the annoying little sister than. His super great niece. And you like it that way. You’d rather play fight with a brother than be bossed around by your 104 year old vampire uncle. 

He sighs shaking His head as he rests a hand down on Bella’s back. And looks at her continuing a quiet conversation. 

Jasper moves closer to you checking your body up and down seeing any visible marks but of course theres nothing. Just you shivering from the freezing rain. 

“your shivering come on.” He says taking your hand in his even though he’s cold his hand in yours feels much warmer that yours. 

Wands, Wolves and Wild Hearts (L.Clearwater) **Coming Soon** - Veronica Swan (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1610749008-wands-wolves-and-wild-hearts-l-clearwater-coming?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=luceycharlotte99 

Isabella

The tires of the rusted old truck crunched loudly against the gravel, but the sound itself was drowned out by the thunderous roar of the engine. A soothing sound to some, a buzz that echoed over the thoughts within a person's mind. Inside the cab, Bella Swan gripped the steering wheel, her eyes tracking the dark, rain-slicked pavement of the Forks High School parking lot. It was exactly as she had feared. A sea of unfamiliar faces, multi-colored umbrellas, and the stifling, claustrophobic energy of a small town where everyone always knew everything. 

Bella shifted the truck into park, only then realizing she wasn't the only anomaly today.

A sleek, black sedan pulled up near the edge of the drop-off zone, its engine purring with an expensive, quiet precision that didn't belong in a rainy town like Forks. The passenger door opened, and a girl stepped out. Bella found herself staring, maybe too intently.

The girl was beautiful, but it was a broken, fragile kind of beauty that felt entirely out of place against the backdrop of the Pacific Northwest flannel and mud-splashed boots. Her skin was pale with a delicate, faint flush of life beneath it, and dark, heavy-lidded eyes that looked instantly exhausted by the mere sight of the school. She wore a thick, oversized wool coat, but what caught Bella's attention was the way she held herself.

Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her hands tucked deeply and securely into her pockets. She wasn't just cold, it looked like she was protecting herself. 

A tall, broad-shouldered man--clearly her older brother, judging by the sharp, protective line of his jaw--stepped out of the driver's side. He reached out to hand her a heavy umbrella, his hand moving naturally to brush against her shoulder. The girl flinched immediately. It was a violent, instinctual recoil, her entire body tensing as she took a sharp step backward to avoid his fingers. The brother stopped instantly, a look of profound, familiar sorrow crossing his face. He didn't try to touch her again. Instead, he simply opened the umbrella, handed it to her by the very edge of the handle, and offered a tight, reassuring nod.

Bella watched, a strange ache of recognition twisting in her stomach. She avoids people, Bella realized. She's terrified of them.

Ophelia

I keep my eyes locked strictly on the wet asphalt, watching the dark, rain-slicked oil patterns swirl beneath my boots. The black fabric of my umbrella serves as a meager shield against the world, but it does little to muffle the suffocating atmosphere of Forks High.

sister vs sister

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I sat at the table with my dad and Harry clearwater like i did every Wednesday afternoon after school, as i waited for Harry to take me back to his house so i could hang out with his son Seth; after i had decided that i no longer wanted to move around with my mother and her baseball player boyfriend. i moved to forks WA with my dad charlie.

The clearwaters were the only people i had that resembled a close family. That was until my older sister Bella moved to forks and messed everything up.

Bella ran into the house like a bat out of hell "Dad,I saw them!" "What's the matter?" my dad asked "In the woods!" 'admitting that was a mistake' i thought

"Bells, what the hell were you doing in the woods?" my dad said making my thought correct, my sister ignored him and kept rambling "They're not bears! They're wolves! Like huge wolves!" she said in a panic.

"Are you sure about that?" Harry asked, looking at my sister like she was nuts he definitely wouldn't be wrong. "I just saw them. They wore after... something."

my dad sighed standing up "well, Harry feel like going hunting? Get some of your guys together?" very reluctantly Harry stood up with a grunt "Yeah... ummm.. sure...ok... i'll just" he mumbled while walking off

"I should go see if there are any reports at the station.. Bells just..stay in the house." he said he sent a glance to me in other words telling me to keep an eye on my older sister.

It wasn't long after my dad left that my sister grabbed her truck key's "where do you think you're going?" i asked "to Jake's" she said, "but dad said.." she cut me off "I'm just going to Jake's." "Well then i'm coming with you." i said standing heading to the door.

"fine." she said we drove to the rev the closer we got the harder the rain started to pour, I day dreamed out the truck window, i always found this weather peaceful.

When we got to Jacob's house he was outside..shirtless heading to the woods in the back of his house, bella jumped out of the truck.

"Jake!" she yelled over the rain trying to catch up to him, he hadn't talk to her in weeks, I got out of the truck pulling up my hoodie.

He was nuts for being out here with out really anything on, i walked up standing behind Bella

"Jacob! Hey!" Bella grabbed him by the arm he turned around looking pissed off.

"You cut your hair off? And got a tattoo? I thought you were to sick to come outside or pick up the phone when I call."

 "Go Away." Jacob mumbled "What?" my sister looked shocked and hurt, "Go Away."

"What happened to you? Did Sam do this to you?" i looked at her confused "Sam Uley?" i asked

"No Sam's trying to help me! Don't blame him! But if you want someone to blame, blame those bloodsucker friends of yours, The Cullens"

"I don't know what your talking about." Bella said slightly looking away from him she always did that when she lied, jake chuckled.

"Cut the crap Bella, you know exactly what i'm talking about, listen it doesn't matter anyway, just go home, Get her home kid." he said turning to me.

"You promised." Bella said on the verge of tears, it was hard seeing Jake like this, he was like a brother to me.

"Yes. I promised I was never going to hurt you, and this is me keeping that promise. Go home, and don't come back, or else you're going to get hurt." he said he turned running off joining a group of other shirtless guys who i hadn't noticed before.

"What happen to them?" i asked "I don't know." Bella walking back to the truck, I watched as all of them but one ran off into the woods, i realized it to be Embry Call, he stood there staring at me as if he was in some kind of trance.

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