To Please The Monster Inside [Carlisle/Jasper][Chapter Twelve]
Title: To Please the Monster Inside [Chapter Twelve]
Pairing: Carlisle/Jasper
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: The monster inside Jasper lusts for human blood. When the desire is too strong to resist, there is only one who can help. Carlisle tamed this monster once, and now he must try again.
The moment Edward pulled into the parking space outside the Port Angeles shopping mall, Jasper flung the door open and climbed out.
Without hesitation, he rushed into the building alone, intent on losing the others and spending the day alone.
"Where are you going?" Alice squealed, timid and wary.
Jasper didn't answer. He slipped through the entrance doors and vanished from their sight.
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Hours had passed with relative ease. Jasper was cradling a few new school books under one arm, and a gift for Carlisle under the other.
His mood had lifted since he rid himself of Alice and Edward.
It was just after midday. The mall had filled to the point of being completely packed. Mothers and children and teenagers, all rushing to purchase their back-to-school items.
Jasper tried to push gently through the crowds, not wanting the attention or abuse he would receive if he knocked someone over.
People were surrounding him from every angle. Left and right, in front and behind. Their hot, living bodies were so close. Touching him, drowning him in their irresistible scent.
The sound of a thousand hearts beating, blood pulsing through thick veins.
It was sweet.
Salty.
Impossible to escape.
And Jasper wanted it.
Warm, divine blood.
Human bodies, writhing in pain beneath his strong, relentless hands. Screaming and crying and begging.
Begging.
Stop.
Blood, rich and thick sliding down his throat.
Burning.
Drinking.
Feeding.
More and more and more.
Biting and sucking and killing.
Devouring every soul.
A low, predatory growl rose from Jasper's chest. His eyes dark, black as pitch. Throat burning with hunger. Desire. Need.
He wouldn't resist.
Didn't even want to.
And then there were hands, powerful and icy on his arms, holding him in a bruising vice grip. Pulling, squeezing, holding tight.
A voice in his ear, low and familiar. Cool breath on his cheek, his neck. Hard, muscular chest against his back. Hands still gripping tighter and tighter. And the voice was still there, and he knew the sound. Like velvet.
Velvet.
He knew that voice.
"Close your eyes, Jasper. Don't breathe! Do not breathe! Listen to me, I won't let you go. Can you hear me?"
The words made no sense. They blurred and faded, loud and quiet, there and then gone.
Blood. Fresh. Exotic and tempting. So close, all around.
Everywhere.
So near, so near.
And his throat burned. His whole body was burning. His muscles straining. Trembling. Burning.
Humans. And heartbeats. And blood.
It seduced him.
He pulled and twisted. He couldn't get free.
Those hands were still there. So strong.
He was moving. Backward. Being dragged away.
Away.
The scent was fading. Growing weak. Getting lost.
The warmth and the bodies. They were gone.
But the hands were still there, and the smooth, rough voice.
"Jasper? Jasper! Concentrate on my voice. Control yourself. We're almost out. Do not breathe, please, just stop breathing."
Where were they taking him? Too far away! No.
No.
No.
Go back. Follow the scent.
Follow the beating.
Pulsing.
Blood.
A husky, animalistic snarl tore from his throat.
That voice in his ear. And that breath on his neck. "Think of Carlisle. His face. His voice. Remember his scent. His hands. His body. I know how much you want him. So much more than this, Jasper. Can you see him? Forget those people. They're nothing. They're nothing. Just think of Carlisle."
"... Edward? Edward..."
"Yes, Jasper. I'm right here. I won't let you go."
The smell of fresh air. Engine fumes. Grass. Concrete. Birds were singing. A car door opened, the smell of leather. A car door closed. Loud, hard. He was sitting. When did he sit? An engine roared. Tires against the road. And the human scent was gone. It was gone.
Another voice. Musical and beautiful. He needed to hear more of that voice.
"Jasper, can you hear me?" It was so sweet. And sad. And hurried.
"Yes..."
"Look at me." The velvet voice again. "Look at me, Jasper."
His head turned toward the voice. He focused on a set of eyes, golden, like honey and syrup. Outlined with dark lashes, like charcoal against the marble skin. "I feel wrong." Jasper mumbled, his voice sounded foreign.
"I know you do. Just focus on me. Don't look away. Listen to my voice. You're going to be okay. We'll be home soon. You can see Carlisle."
"...Carlisle. He won't want to see me... He should be so... angry... I can't control... I can't..."
"You're fine. You didn't hurt anybody. Carlisle will be pleased."
"You’re... sure?"
"I am."
Jasper felt himself nod.