Twilight A Different Kind Of Love

Alice and Jasper were talking on the front, reminiscing about dusty memories. The gentle sleepy hum of the engine must have lulled me to sleep, or maybe it was the staggering and rather overwhelming state of affairs. I’d vouch for the latter.

I was alone, lying on the back seat with Jasper’s barely isolative leather jacket as my duvet. I gathered we were in the morning as the sun’s beautiful red glow was feathering itself over the pointy horizon. Pointy because we were passing by the Aldrich Mountain range in Oregon.

In fact, the peaks looked so stunning, that I rose up to look out of the window. And what a view.

Sheer cliff faces were blossomed in snow, the narrow rivulet descending from the nearby glaciers was crowded with wild herbs and flowers and common copses of firs, pine and redwood were caressing the lovely landscape.

Then it clicked. This was the powers above, giving me something heavenly for a change. All the trauma and distress must have its breaks or at least something to soothe it. This was it.

”Well, well, mornin’ sleepy head,” Greeted Jasper in his kind, Texan twang.

Suddenly and strangely I was in a little bit of a better mood. I knew, it was his charm, right? Or was it his power, I don’t really remember.

It was like a smell of summer flowers and wintry lavender combined had wafted into the car, ”Oh, was I sleeping for a while?” I giggled, as did he.

”No, Esto,” Remarked the lovely Alice. ”You just passed out five minutes after we left.”

I shook my head in good health at my lack of maintaining consciousness, ”Oh, sorry. Have you received any news from, um...” I couldn’t say his name; I missed him too much already.

”Edward?” Jasper answered. I suppressed a flinch. ”No. But Alice has had no bad visions.”

”What does that mean?” Said I.

”It means nothing bad has happened,” The blonde haired vampire said with a smile.

”Oh, okay. Good.”

An hour passed.

Then two.

I had to tell them. ”Say, I’m hungry. Do we have any food?”

They looked to each other, Alice’s hand raised to her gracious lips, ”You forgot, Jasper?” She questioned.

”Food isn’t something I worry about, Alice,” He turned to me sympathetically and a look of shame on his face, ”Sorry, Esto.” This chapter is updated first at novelceo . com.

”No worries, there’s a McDonald’s about two miles away,” Alice announced in a quirky, optimistic tone.

”It’s sunny, we can’t be seen,” Countered Jasper.

”Maybe there’s drive-thru,” I said, making them both turn to me. I wanted to shrink down from their eyes, but they were friendly looks.

”Perfect, Esto,” Said Alice.

When the McDonald’s logo loomed into frame my mouth was already watering. The restaurant was on its own, probably for travellers, and was amongst trees and built like a wooden hut with modern accessories. It did have drive-thru.

I ordered a McChicken Sandwich and a Coke. The taste of ice and sweetness in my mouth massaged the thirst into submission and the sour mayonnaise calmed my stomach’s food crave. Jasper and Alice had bought two more so I wouldn’t get hungry on the way to our next pit stop.

”I remember when I used to be hungry,” Jasper said, almost to himself, though it was more directed to me as Alice had her headphones in.

”Do you miss being human?” I wanted to be a vampire. No matter what the cost, to be with Edward forever is my life’s goal.

”Do I miss it? I yearn to be human again,” He turned to me, a deep sadness in his eyes. ”The feel of time slowly gripping you, the taste of satisfaction when you cleanse away dehydration, knowing you’re going to die soon...”

That last comment, there was something behind it, ”Knowing you’re going to die? What do you mean, Jasper?” I was leaning in through the space now and took hold of his frosty arm.

”Nothing,” He shrugged off my arm, not meaning to be rude.

There was a brief pause, ”Can I ask you something?”

”Sure,” He said.

”What does it feel like to want someone’s blood?”

He chuckled grimly, ”Like nothing you’ve ever felt. Not thirst, hunger or passion or even an addiction. It’s all of them combined. You want it, crave it, need it. Love it. Yeah, you grow to love it. I remember when I had a goblet of blood which I kissed every night before gulping its contents,” My eyes were piqued in interest yet my skin was pale with terror. This doesn’t happen in real life, ”I’m over it now, however. I’ve vowed never to drink human blood again since meeting Carlisle and Alice,” Jasper stroked her cheek, making her jump; they both laughed afterward and exchanged a kiss.