To Please the Monster Inside [Carlisle/Jasper][Chapter Twenty-Two]
Title: To Please the Monster Inside [Chapter Twenty-Two]
Pairing: Carlisle/Jasper
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Stephenie Meyer.
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.
They all picked up the scent immediately.
Irresistible, intoxicating and sweet.
The scent of a human, warm and full of blood.
Edward turned to watch Jasper.
At first there was barely a reaction from the empath, he did little more than inhale, long and deep. Then a dark, threatening growl began to build in the back of his throat. His black eyes darted toward the door and he waited, breathing slow and heavy.
Edward and Emmett tightened their grip on the ends of the chain, preparing to fight their brother's struggle.
Jasper's growls became louder, his excitement growing as his hunger flared. His body started to twist and thrash within its bindings, but his eyes never left the door.
The scent grew stronger, and Edward began to notice the burning of bloodlust rise in his own throat. He knew it wasn't real hunger - only a product of Jasper's powers - but it scared him nonetheless, and he tried his hardest to ignore it.
The warehouse door creaked open.
Alice stepped inside.
She was followed closely by Rosalie.
The beautiful blond entered the building with a young man in tow. His head was shaved, and his face covered in piercings.
A sharp snarl tore through the moonlight. Jasper’s pitch black eyes seemed to glow in the darkness as he strained to free himself from the confines of the chains.
His body writhed with hunger, his head shaking wildly, left and right.
The young man stopped the very second his eyes fell upon the maddened vampire. He stared, first in wonder, then in horror. After making an attempt to back away, he found himself being held by the freezing, strong hands of Rosalie.
Gasping, panting, heart beating faster and faster and faster, the man began to turn his head every which way, searching for an escape. “Wh-what’s going on?” he stuttered, eyes wide. “What’s wrong with him?” he stared at Jasper as the vampire continued to growl, fighting against his chains. “Why did you bring me here? What are you going to do to me?”
“Enough questions. You can shut up now.” Rosalie whispered in his ear, allowing her sugary sweet breath to ghost across his cheek.
The young man shivered, sweat forming on his forehead.
Edward and Emmett could hear the thick chains begin to groan in protest of the strength pushing against them. They would hold, but not for long.
“How are we going to do this?” Alice asked. “I’m sure you all agree that it would be very unwise to untie Jasper.”
“Certainly.” Edward nodded. “Rosalie, bring him here. Emmett and I will hold onto Jasper, you keep a hold of him. Alice… Alice, where are you going?” Edward watched his sister as she glided out the door.
“I understand that we have to do this… for Jasper.” She spoke softly. “But I cannot watch. I will wait outside. Until its over.” With that, the little vampire shut the door behind her.
Rosalie gripped the human tightly, pushing him forward, taking the prey to the predator. She stopped in front of the snarling vampire, pulling the man’s head to the side, exposing his golden skinned neck to her brother.
Emmett wrapped both arms around Jasper’s middle, still holding his end of the chain. He braced the struggling vampire against his chest, looking at Edward with anxious eyes.
Jasper tried to move forward, teeth biting at the air, searching for hot, supple flesh.
“What the fuck are you doing? What is this? Why are you doing this to me?!” The man continued to shout questions and obscenities and incoherent sentences that sounded more like strangled sobs and desperate pleas. His body shook, goose bumps rising over his skin. “Don’t kill me…” He begged.
Rosalie closed the small distance between herself and Jasper, pinning the young man between their cold, hard bodies.
In a single instant, Jasper’s mouth was latched onto the man’s neck. The human cried out as the vampire’s strong, blade-like teeth sunk through his flesh, deep into the muscle, cutting through thick, juicy, pulsing veins.
The sounds that crawled from Jasper’s throat mirrored the complete, utter bliss that overwhelmed his senses without delay. Tiny, trembling moans and soft, whispered whimpers and low, passionate groans.
He was entirely and simply seduced by the blood. Hot and rich, pouring down his throat, quenching his thirst in a way unexplainable unless experienced - like ice cold water to a man dying in a desert wasteland - marvelous and heavenly in every way possible.
It was unforgettable, desirable, divine and delicious and undeniably fucking beautiful.
Cries of agony tumbled from the young man’s mouth, his eyes bulging in their sockets. His fragile, weak fingers clawed and scraped at Jasper’s face, trying to push him off. But he knew, in his heart and the bottom of his gut, that he was going to die. It was impossible to move, his feeble body trapped and crushed between these two magnificent creatures.
Jasper’s lips trembled at the man’s throat as he sucked harder, drawing out the final dregs of human life and swallowing them down into his own starving body.
The young man knew he was dying now, knew that it was almost over. He could feel the very essence of his existence leaving his empty veins. His heart slowed but continued to pound, fighting against the pull of death. His hands shook as he swept his fingers through his murderers hair. He had no last words, and his final sound was nothing more than a whispered breath, audible only to the ears of the vampires.
Before his eyes closed forever, the human looked upon the face of his killer - and all he could think was beautiful. He didn’t feel fear or horror, just a final moment of unnatural calm. And then Jasper’s face faded as his eyes blurred, lids slipping closed. His head fell to the side, limbs becoming heavy, lifeless and limp.
He was gone.
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Jasper let himself fall back into Emmett’s hold. The chains dug uncomfortably into his back, but he barely felt it. He rolled his head from side to side, eyes half closed, lips parted in the faintest of smiles, sighing with shameless content.
Rosalie moved the body into a far corner, stashing it roughly behind dirty, dusty bits of junk.
Shortly after, Alice returned. She kept her distance from her mate, watching him carefully from a few feet away.
Inhaling deeply, Jasper’s mouth broke into a filthy, satisfied smile. He chuckled softly and turned to look at Edward. His brother stared with mixed emotions, but Jasper pushed them all away and filled Edward’s body with a feeling of total elation. Then he did the same to the others, projecting his euphoric state of mind with a strength he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
Alice forced herself to resist the feeling. “Do not use your power on me, Jasper.”
“Why?” He breathed. “Don’t you want to feel good?”
“Not like this.”
Jasper searched the darkness for Rosalie. His eyes fell on her and he asked, “How about you, Rosie, do you like it?”
“Its not real.” She mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze.
Jasper laughed cruelly. “But you fucking love it.”
“Stop this, Jasper. Now.” Alice’s voice held uncharacteristic authority as she moved to stand in front of her mate. “Do you have any idea what we have just done for you?”
“Mmm… you brought me a treat.” He smiled.
Alice shook her head. “No. We brought you a human life and stood by while you took it. I lured him here, knowing I was leading him to his death. I did that for you, Jasper. For you.”
“Aww, baby, you shouldn’t have.”
Faster than the human eye could see, Alice’s tiny hand swept through the air, colliding violently with Jasper’s marble cheek. A loud smacking sound rang throughout the warehouse, echoing off the walls. “You disgust me.” She whispered, her voice trembling with pain. “I wish I didn’t love you, only so I could hate you.”
And then she spun around, dashed out of the door and disappeared into the night.