569It's been quite a few years since I've posted anything, but I had several stories, some that I've spent years writing, and others that I haven't been writing for very long. I desperately wanted to start posting them so that I would have motivation to finish them, as I've always hated getting into a story only to find out it's not finished. So while I can't promise that the updates will be more than once a week, I can try to at least make it that.
This is a Jasper/OC story, and I've tried my hardest to show sibling rivalry at it's best in concerns to Bella. There will be slight to moderate Bella and Edward bashing, especially going into New Moon. Just a heads up, in this story, not every bite transfers venom. It has to be on purpose. While I can't stop you from flaming this story, I can tell you it will be ignored. I don't own anything recognizable, not even Peter's gift idea which seems to have become canon. Thanks and I hope you enjoy.
Blair Swan couldn't believe how stupid she'd been. Sneaking out for a party in Phoenix had seemed like a good idea in the light of day, but now, under the cover of nightfall, it felt like a very foolish decision indeed. She'd told her mother she was going to a friend's house and would be back tomorrow, but that had all gone to hell when she'd caught someone trying to slip something into her drink. There was no way she was staying after that clusterfuck of a situation.
So here it was, 2:30 in the morning, and she was walking down the deserted streets of Phoenix, three miles from her house with only the overhead lights to guide her. Her supposed friends hadn't wanted to leave the party to give her a ride. Every step caused her paranoia to build. The hairs on her neck had risen about half a mile back, and she had the distinct feeling she was being followed. It could have been the paranoia, but Blair couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. She quickened her pace, hoping that if someone was following her, they wouldn't notice and speed up confronting her.
She was passing an alley when it happened. Too quick for her eyes to follow, a streak of white drug her into the dark of the alley and slammed her against the wall. A hand covered her mouth, cutting off the scream she'd almost let loose as pain shot up her back when as she connected roughly with the brick wall. The first thing Blair noticed was black. The onyx pits bore into her from a chalky white face. If she hasn't been scared out of her mind, she might have noticed his ethereal beauty, but at that moment, it was the furthest thing from her mind.
His grip on her face was unyielding and Blair knew it would bruise.
"While normally I'd relish your screams, I'm afraid you'd draw too much attention, even at this time of night." The man's voice was melodic, vastly contrasting the brutal way he was treating her.
She whimpered against his hand, causing him to lift her forward briefly before slamming her back into the wall. Blair felt dizzy as something wet began to run down her neck.
"Make another sound and I'll rip out your fucking tongue before I kill you." Her eyes went wide, but didn't make another sound, positive he wasn't lying.
The creature grinned, she couldn't think of him as a human with those eyes, seemingly happy she'd taken his threat seriously.
"Normally, I'd savor you, but I am so very hungry." His gaze drifted down to her low-cut shirt, and her panic reached an all time high.
"Don't worry. You're too young to satisfy me." He'd seen her thoughts in her wide eyes.
He moved again, too fast for her eyes to see, and she felt his teeth latch onto her neck. Blair held back a scream as she felt his teeth pierce her skin and her blood pull from her body. It hit Blair like a ton of bricks: a vampire. She was about to be killed by a fucking vampire, a supposedly mythological creature. She felt herself starting to go limp, weakness seeping into her limbs. There were no memories flashing before her eyes, but she thought about all she was leaving behind: Her eccentric mother, her stoic father, and her little sister Bella, who'd she's never gotten along with but had protected her like a big sister should.
All of that was going away because she'd been convinced by her friends to go to a college party. She was going to die. Blair was on the verge of passing out when the vampire was wrenched away from her neck. Without the man holding her up, she sank to the ground, her legs giving out.
Her eyes fluttered close before she forced them open, holding onto the sounds in front of her. There were two of them, a male and a female. The male seemed to be taunting the one that had attacked her. The girl wanted to scream out to warn them to run, but no sound came out.
The woman, if that's what she was, turned towards you and bent down.
"It'll be over soon, sug," Her voice was beautiful and soothing. The darkness of the alley covered most of the woman's face, but Blair could make out her eyes. They were a beautiful burgundy, standing out like rubies against the stark chalky color of her face. Somehow, she knew they were vampires too. Blair waited for the fear to come but it never did. The female's presence was oddly comforting.
A screech of frustration drew her attention back to the two other vampires. The one who'd attacked her had grown frustrated, while the other male was grinning. The blood loss had addled the girl's brain, but she could recognize that he was playing with the other vampire. Seeming to suddenly lose patience, the one who had saved her swiped out, and his opponent's head separated from his body. The mass rolled to the ground, a silvery liquid spilling from the top of his neck.
His body arched backwards before he crumbled to the ground, twitching. Blair felt bile rise in her throat. She wondered if she could afford to lose more fluids and swallowed it down. The man turned to her and began approaching cautiously.
"She's lost some blood," The woman murmured.
"We'll take her back to the house." Blair began to panic again, struggling to get back up. The man put a hand on her shoulder, his ruby eyes soft.
"Just to patch you up, sugar. We wouldn't saved you just to kill you ourselves." It made sense, even to her quickly fading consciousness. She calmed and the man gently picked her up and started to carry her out of the alley. The scenery around her began to blur by at unnatural speeds. Her stomach rolled and she let her vision fade to black.
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The first thing she noticed was the smell of bacon. It wafted around her, bringing her to a heavy consciousness. Her vision was blurry for a moment before clearing. She was on a couch, an unfamiliar couch. The previous night's events flooded back, and she looked around wildly. The house was decrepit and obviously old as far as she could tell.
A sharp pain echoed in the back of her head and her hand shot up to feel the back of her neck. There was a bandage there, but it didn't keep the rapidly building headache at bay. The man from the night before appeared in front of her before she could blink and she gasped, pushing herself back into the couch as far as she could go.
"Sorry," He said sheepishly, but his eyes were filled with mirth. He held out his palm, revealing 2 white pills. "Aspirin. Figured ya'd have a headache," He replied to her questioning glance.
She only hesitated briefly before taking them, logic telling her they could have taken advantage of her when she was passed out had they wanted to. He handed her a glass of water. She swallowed the pills down and gulped the water greedily.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Blair." Her voice was raspy and her throat sore.
"Well Blair, I'm Peter." The woman walked in with a plate, setting it down in front of her. "This is Charlotte." Blair's stomach rolled, but not wanting to be rude to the people who saved her, picked up some bacon.
"Thank you." Charlotte smiled gently at her. Peter sat beside her, hands on his knees, eyes contemplative.
"I'm guessin' you know what we are by this point?"
"Vampires." The answer was immediate, but her tone was disbelieving.
"You got it, sugar."
"Why'd you save me?" Peter paused then, sharing a glance with Charlotte.
"Ain't right for a vampire to be picking off young girls." It was said honestly enough, but Blair had a feeling it wasn't the truth, at least not the whole truth.
"You're lying." Peter's eyebrows shot up. Blair thought it probably wasn't that smart to accuse two vampires of lying, but the words had left her mouth before she could stop them. Bella had always said her mouth was going to get her into trouble one day.
"She's perfect for him," Peter murmured to Charlotte, too low for the human to hear. She grinned and nodded discreetly in reply.
"We have our reasons for saving you, sug." Blair nodded, wincing at the ache in her neck.
"I guess I should just be grateful that you did." She had questions, so many questions, but she held her tongue. Vampires obviously prided themselves on secrecy, and she doubted the two in front of her would want to spill their entire world to a 15 year-old girl they'd just saved. Bella was the one who pushed to the point of ungratefulness.
"How old are ya, Blair?" Peter asked.
"15." Peter swore under his breath. Three years to go.
"What were you doing out so late at night?" Charlotte asked gently, no accusation in her tone.
"Coming back from a party. Someone tried to drug my drink and it stopped being fun." Peter surveyed the girl. Her eye make-up ran down her face, dried blood ran up her neck, and bruises marred her body. She looked like a normal teenage girl with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a tan that wasn't natural, despite how hard she worked to make it an even tone.
"You're taking this surprisingly well," He murmured. He hadn't known what to expect when his gift had told him he had to save her, that she would be important to his maker. Blair shook her head vehemently.
"No, I'm not. I'm trying not to freak, but the logical part of me says you were once human. So I'd guess there are good ones, bad ones, and ones in between just like humans. I can't force myself to judge you after you saved my life." She noticed sunlight peaking through the curtains and her mother's face flashed through her mind.
"What time is it?"
"Around 8," Peter replied. Her mom wasn't expecting her until around 11. Running a hand over her face, she winced.
"How bad is it?" Peter lifted an eyebrow. Fingerprint bruises already covered her mouth. Teeth marks were indented into her throat, and bruises were spread over her body. The gash on the back of her head was small, and thankfully hadn't taken long to quit bleeding.
"Pretty bad." Charlotte elbowed him at his insensitivity, making Blair want to smile.
"My mom is going to freak out."
"Probably," Charlotte paused, "You can't tell anyone what really happened." Blair nodded.
"I figured. Luckily, I'm a better liar than my sister."
"How many siblings you got?" Peter asked.
"Just the one." Blair's tone turned slightly bitter, knowing Bella would use the opportunity to say 'I told you so'. Peter glanced at Charlotte, picking up on her tone. Blair leaned back, holding back a wince.
"I'm surprised, sug. I'd expect you to have more questions," Charlotte asked.
"I do. I definitely do, but I figure you'd tell me if you wanted to, and I'm kind of afraid of pissing you off." The two vampires chuckled.
"We ain't gonna just kill you after going to so much trouble to save your life."
"Didn't seem like too much trouble for you," She shot back with a smile. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you looked at it, she remembered most of what happened the night before. Charlotte had never even glanced back as her mate had fought the other vampire, wholly unconcerned. Peter had taunted him, played with him before quickly ending the vampire's life when he got bored. Peter smirked cockily and lifted an eyebrow.
"Suppose not. You're an observant little thing, aren't ya?" Blair shrugged.
"We should probably get you home. Your mama is probably going to want to take you to the hospital." Blair scowled, knowing it was true. She didn't want to leave, feeling a strange kinship with the two in front of her. They made what had happened the night before real, although she guessed the bruises on her body could do that too.
"We're staying for a while, sugar. You can come back," Peter said, guessing her thoughts. Blair smiled, excited at the thought of seeing them again. This probably meant she had a few screws loose. Charlotte helped her up, letting the human lean against her. Her smell wafted into the vampire's nose. The girl smelled like coffee and fresh linen, meaning the girl probably drank a lot of the brew despite her young age. It was a pleasant smell, but not overwhelming. She helped Blair into the garage, gently placing her into the back seat of their Mercedes. It was the only materialistic thing they owned. The windows were heavily tinted to protect them against the never disappearing sun of Arizona.
Blair noticed, of course, but bit her tongue to keep her questions from spilling out. She gave them directions to her house. Peter stopped in front of her house, and handed her a piece of paper.
"Call us. We'll be around," Peter said. With a sudden rush of gratefulness, Blair leaned into the front seat and hugged them both. The vampires froze, not expecting the gesture.
"Thank you," Blair whispered before she got out and trudged toward the house. She took a breath to prepare herself for the coming onslaught and opened the door.
I know this doesn't give much as to her personality, but I just wanted her introduced to the vampire world. The next chapter will be about the next three years until just before she moves to Forks. Let me know how you like it!