A/N: Well this is it. The final chapter. I'm really quite sad to see this story end. I'd like to thank everyone who read, reviewed, alerted, or added this story to their favourites. It's been a great ride and I apprecaiate all of you sticking with this story and enjoying it.
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all recognisable characters, no infringement is intended. Only the plot is mine.
One year later…
Jasper opened eyes to stare at his love's concerned look. "I'm alright," he said, though he wasn't sure if that was true.
"We can wait you know. We don't have to go right now, we can wait a month or two until you're really ready."
"No," Jasper said firmly with a shake of his head, "No, I'm ready. I'm just worried that something will happen."
"Nothing will happen," Edward pulled Jasper into his lap and pressed a kiss against his lips, "You have amazing control. We've tested you, and I know that it's hard for you, but you always keep your control. And I'll be there if you need help, as will my family."
Jasper made a whimper in his throat and hid his face in Edward's neck. Edward ran his fingers through Jasper's hair, an intimate gesture that he had taken to when he realised that it practically made Jasper melt.
"And they're your parents Jasper. I know you won't hurt them," Edward said finally.
Jasper sighed and nodded into Edward's neck. It had been a year since he had been turned and Edward had finally deemed him ready to see his parents face to face. They had kept in contact, emailing and talking on the phone and over Skype regularly. On top of that, his parents had surprisingly become friends with the Cullen's. They had grown closer when Esme and Carlisle had comforted them while Jasper had made his change. So they kept them up to date on Jasper's progress and explained things they wouldn't be able to understand and Jasper didn't want to talk about – like the bloodlust. But even though his parents were fully informed, Jasper was still nervous.
It had been hard for him to learn to control himself. When he was isolated there was no temptation, but as soon as Edward tried to test him, Jasper couldn't handle the thirst. There had also been a few close calls with hikers trespassing on their land despite the "No Trespassing" signs. If Edward hadn't been there to pull Jasper back from the ledge, he knew he would have killed them. And the first time Edward tried to take Jasper out in public they had to leave quickly before Jasper attacked someone.
Even now his control wasn't perfect. His thirst was only heighted by his instinctual knowledge. Even though he had never tasted human blood, something inside him beckoned him towards people. Deep inside, whenever he bit into an animal's neck and tasted the blood flooding into his mouth, he knew that there was something missing. He knew there was better blood out there. But with Edward there Jasper was always able to resist.
As long as Edward's with me, he thought, I'll be fine.
"I'll always be there," Edward quickly replied. "You know that. Now, no more stressing. We'll leave tomorrow morning and get there just in time for lunch."
"Fine. But you're driving. I'm so nervous I'd probably crash the car," Jasper stood up and stretched his muscles. It was unneeded, but since getting his strength back, Jasper found himself flexing his muscles as much as possible. He also fiddled with his hair a lot. He was beginning to wonder if he was developing a vanity complex. Edward didn't help either – telling him he was beautiful all the time, caressing his hair, staring at him with that look that went right to his cock.
The look that Edward was giving him now.
Jasper grinned, "See something you like?"
Edward caressed Jasper's hips with the pads of his thumbs, "Maybe."
"Just maybe? Well in that case I'm going to check my bag and make sure I packed everything. I don't want Alice to trick me into a shopping trip under the pretense that I need a new swimming suit."
"What's your point? I have to have everything so she can't say there's something I'm missing."
Edward hummed in his throat as an answer but didn't let go of his hips, unwilling to release Jasper. He pulled Jasper's hips closer and kissed the small patch of skin exposed from his raised shirt.
"Are you even listening to me anymore?" Jasper asked knowing full well that Edward wasn't. Not that he cared though. Not when Edward's lips and hands were on his skin.
"I always listen to you love," Edward murmured against Jasper's skin. He raised Jasper's shirt higher and resumed his lapping of the skin. He dipped his tongue into Jasper's navel and grinned when Jasper shuttered beneath his hands. Edward raised his head to stare into Jasper's eyes. "I'm quite capable of multi-tasking. In fact," he gave a sharp tug on Jasper's hips so that he was straddling Edward, "how about you let me show you how efficient I am."
"Yes please," Jasper breathed.
That was the last thing he could say before Edward buried his hands in Jasper's curls and dragged his head down to meet his lips. Jasper still hadn't gotten used to the heightened senses, so every taste of Edward took his breath away – metaphorically at least.
Jasper nibbled on Edward's bottom lip and smirked with success when Edward parted his lips and their tongues touched. That taste, it was something Jasper looked forward to experiencing for the rest of his life.
It was the first thing that Jasper had tasted in his new life as a vampire. After he had woken, Edward stayed with Jasper in his room helping him adjust to the heightened sights and sounds he was experiencing. People miles away sounded like they were right by him, colours that he had loved as a human suddenly seemed dim in comparison to what he could now see. With only Edward in the room, Jasper took hours to get used to everything. Edward helped him adjust to the hearing until he grew used to it and could control it. There wasn't much Edward could do about the sight, but he patiently sat by Jasper as Jasper ran around the room like a little child picking up things and exclaiming how different they looked. Then, to shut him up and calm him down, Edward kissed him.
Everything else paled in comparison to the feel of Edward's lips on his and Edward's taste in his mouth. When he was human, Jasper simply thought Edward tasted sweet. Now however, Jasper could pick up on all the lingering flavours. Edward's taste was like a fine wine, with layers upon layers of fruits and floras and a hint of vanilla.
Until the end of his days, Jasper knew that Edward's taste would be the most prominent thing in his memories.
Jasper was thrown from his thoughts when Edward gripped Jasper's thighs and pulled him down to grind their erections together. Jasper moaned and roughly ground his hips into Edward's again. He unbuttoned Edward's jeans and – with swiftness and grace that he had learned to love – stood, slid Edward's jeans down his legs, threw the jeans somewhere in the corner, and pounced on Edward, pressing him against the cushions of the couch.
"Jasper," Edward moaned when Jasper reached a hand between them and began stroking Edward's cock.
"It's my turn," Edward reminded him. "You promised. You've been a greedy bastard for the past week, and while there're few things I love more than having your cock in my ass, I also love having mine in yours. You promised I'd get my turn."
"So I did." Jasper raised himself from Edward and slithered down his body. He reverently placed a kiss on the tip of Edward's cock and let his tongue dip into the slit. Edward's hips bucked and Jasper moved out of the way, grinning when Edward frowned.
"Stop teasing," Edward growled.
"I'm not teasing. It's your turn," Jasper said. He leaned back until he was sitting on Edward's calved. He ran a finger along the base of Edward's foot absentmindedly. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
The words were barely out of his mouth before Edward had flipped Jasper onto his back and ripped Jasper's shirt and jeans off. Edward's mouth was on Jasper's nipple, nibbling and sucking it until it pebbled, whilst a hand did the same with the other.
Once Jasper was gasping for breath, Edward kissed and nibbled his way down his chest. Every inch was lavished and sucked, every patch of skin received its due attention. Finally Jasper's cock was engulfed by Edward's warmth, the base and tip teased with every movement of Edward's tongue.
Jasper watched as Edward's bronze hair bobbed between his thighs. Jasper still couldn't help but be in awe of Edward. That Edward would do what he did for him was something Jasper had to work on wrapping his head around. It seemed amazing that someone like Edward wanted him, loved him, and saved him.
Jasper had jokingly taken to calling Edward 'hero' and once had even called him 'Prince Charming'. However, Edward had snottily replied that if he was 'Prince Charming' that made Jasper the 'Damsel in Distress'. Edward didn't get sex for two days after that and Jasper stuck with only calling him 'hero'.
Edward's fingers slipped into Jasper's entrance, stretching and preparing him for Edward. Edward's fingers curled against Jasper's prostate and Jasper came, digging his fingers into Edward's shoulders.
Edward released him and crawled back up Jasper. He stared down at Jasper and, again, Jasper was left breathless at the love showing through.
Edward brought his lips against Jasper's until they were brushing. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," Jasper whispered back.
Jasper wrapped his fingers in Edward's hair and kissed him, letting their mouths and tongues fuse together. Edward's hands caressed Jasper's thighs before lifting them and wrapping them around his waist.
With their mouths still together, Edward slipped into Jasper. Their vampire instincts tingled as they came together as mates have done for centuries.
This. This feeling of Edward inside him, filling him, moving in him, was easily the greatest tactile feeling Edward had ever given him. Jasper felt incomplete when he wasn't bodily connected to Edward. At this moment, when their hearts, thoughts, and bodies were one, they were as close to each other as possible.
Jasper could barely remember his life before he had met Edward, and he couldn't think if a reason why he would want to.
Everything – his heart, mind, body, and life – was Edward's and Edward's alone.
Edward speed up his tempo bringing both of them closer to their release. Not needing to breath was definitely one of the best things about being a vampire. They didn't need to break their kiss at all until Edward gave on hard thrust aimed straight for Jasper's prostate. Jasper threw his head back with a low moan and came after barely needing to touch himself. Edward followed soon after when Jasper tightened around him and put him over the edge. He stilled above Jasper and came with a guttural groan.
Edward dropped onto Jasper's chest and Jasper wrapped his arms around Edward, holding him close. This was their routine. After sex – regardless of whether it was rough or not – they would stay wrapped up together, letting their breathing regulate together.
Jasper caressed Edward's cheek, loving how soft and smooth it was. His fingers traced the lines of Edward's face. The perfectly formed nose, the strong jaw line, the arching brows. Finally his fingers ran along the lips. Lips that he had bruised, lips that would only be kissed and touched by him.
Edward's eyes lit up at Jasper's possessive thoughts. His lips opened and his tongue darted out to lick Jasper's finger. Jasper eyes filled with lust as Edward licked a trail up and down the finger. A light nibble on the tip was the final straw and Jasper pinned Edward beneath him.
"Ready for round two?" Jasper asked, though it wasn't really that much of a question.
"It's my turn now," Jasper insisted. He palmed Edward's cock in emphasis.
"Yes," Edward hissed at the contact.
This was another perk of being a vampire: quick recovery times and never needing to sleep. It was a rare night that wasn't spent making love until dawn.
Jasper was sure there were other perks to not needing to sleep, but a year in he had yet to discover what else he could possibly want to do with his time.
The next morning Edward packed the car while Jasper paced nervously in the living room. They would be leaving this home behind for a while, assuming everything went well with his parents. After spending time with them for a few days they would move on, though Edward wouldn't tell him where they were going. Just that Jasper would love it.
Jasper petulantly thought he would love it more if he knew where the fuck he was going. But Edward was so excited about his surprise that Jasper was loath to ruin it. So he let Edward keep his secret because that didn't mean he couldn't try to trick Edward into giving up hints. It didn't work though. Having a partner who read minds didn't bode well for any sneakiness.
"Ready?" Edward asked from the doorway.
"Yeah, just preparing myself."
"Well you have a three-hour long car ride to prepare yourself. If we leave any later we'll be the last ones there. I thought you might want some time alone with them before everyone arrives."
"Yeah, yeah I do. Do you have all the bags packed?"
"Everything's ready. Do you have your passport?"
That got Jasper's attention. "I'll need a passport? Where exactly are you taking me?"
"I'm not telling and don't get too excited. For all you know I'm taking you to Canada," Edward said. He wrapped his arms around him and not so subtly tugged Jasper out of the house.
"Fine." Jasper sighed then grinned widely, "Do you have the tickets."
"Yes and I'm not going to tell you where they are so that you can't try to sneak a peak." Jasper's face fell and he gave a tug on Edward's ear.
"Fine, keep your secrets."
"I will, thank you very much."
They both got into the car and Edward started driving at his typical high speeds. They were almost to Washington when Jasper decided to try again. The silly banter was the perfect distraction and they both knew that.
"This better be a fucking spectacular place to make up for all the teasing you've done these past weeks. I have high expectations now," Jasper warned.
"You'll love it."
"That's what you keep saying," Jasper muttered, "Can't you say anything else?"
"Yes I can: Mind your own business," Edward said. Jasper imagined it was hard to say that through the evil smirk that was spread across Edward's face.
"This is my business," he pointed out.
"Not yet it isn't. I'll let you know when I'm good and ready."
Jasper huffed and flopped back in the car seat. The most infuriating part of the argument was that Edward could read Jasper's mind and knew that Jasper wasn't really mad at him. It never helped their fights – which rarely ever happened anyway – when Edward could just dip into Jasper's mind and find out what would make him happy again.
"How about this," Edward reasoned, "I'll give you one hint. But after that, you're done. No more hassling, no more questions. Nothing."
Jasper sat up and had to contain himself from getting too excited. "Deal. Now give me a hint."
"Fine. Here's your hint: Statues."
There was a pause then Jasper made a strained noise. "Statues? What the hell kind of hint is that? That could be anywhere. Anywhere!"
"That's not my problem. That's your hint. Now shut up and think about it."
Jasper pouted for a few moments but quickly got over it. Thinking about the hint was better than thinking about the possibility of him ripping his parents apart. Before he knew it they were pulling into Forks.
Jasper automatically tensed as the scent of humans filtered through the air. Edward clasped their hands together and gave a reassuring squeeze. Jasper took a deep breath and nodded to reassure Edward that he was okay. He had a death grip on Edward's hand though and when Edward tried to pull his hand away Jasper hung on so tightly that his nails dug into Edward's skin. If he had been human it would have drawn blood.
Edward pulled into the Whitlock's driveway, parked, and got out before Jasper could say anything. Jasper hesitantly followed Edward up to the porch. While Edward knocked, Jasper distracted himself with looking around at the place where he lived for two months.
It looked so similar and yet completely different. The home was exactly the same and it had only been a year since he had last stepped foot on this porch, but it felt like it was a lifetime ago.
He could hear his parents in the house and instantly all his nerves vanished. The excitement at seeing his parents again, of bringing them into this wonderful new life he had, was overwhelming.
"They're coming," He said excitedly. "Thank you for not letting me back out of this. I love you."
Edward smiled and kissed him, "I love you too."
The door opened and Margaret gave a cry of relief before launching herself into her son's arms. Jasper clung to her as tightly as he could without hurting her.
"Oh my baby boy. I've missed you so much."
"I missed you too, mom," Jasper whispered into her hair.
"Are you good? The Cullens have told me that you're fine but I just couldn't believe it until I saw you with my own eyes."
"I'm fine, mom. Edward took care of me," Jasper said. He lifted his head to catch Edward's eyes and gave a loving smile. "He'd never let anything happen to me."
"Of course he wouldn't," Margaret said with a sniff. She pulled away from Jasper to release one of her hands so that she could wipe the tears from her eyes but kept the other arm firmly wrapped around Jasper. "How silly of me, keeping you boys out here. Come in, come in. Your father will be so happy to see you."
Jasper allowed himself to be pulled into the house to the living room with Edward trailing behind. Richard took one look at his son before pulling him into his arms. Edward stood in the door watching them all hug each other.
"Let's see you," Richard said. He pulled Margaret to his side and they both studied Jasper, taking in his muscles, his hair, and how healthy he looked. It was the first time since he was a teenager that they had seen Jasper looking completely healthy.
"Oh Jasper, you look beautiful."
"Mom, I'm a man. I don't look beautiful. Well," Jasper said after a thought, "Edward's beautiful. But it's his thing."
"Nonsense, you're my son and you standing here, happy, healthy, and in love is the most beautiful sight of my life," Margaret insisted. If Jasper could have blushed his face would have been bright red. Edward's laughter from the door didn't help him at all.
Margaret's eyes filled with tears and faster than Jasper expected he was wrapped in her arms. Then Richard's arms encircled them both, and Jasper felt that final part of his life click into his place.
His family was now complete. He had his parents, the Cullens, and Edward – his family. And finally he had everything he could possibly want.
The Cullens arrived and Jasper couldn't imagine anything better than this moment. Edward was sitting next to him, their fingers intertwined together and Edward's hand carding through his hair, his parents were on his other side and the Cullens were across from them.
Surrounded by family, Jasper wondered why he ever hesitated to take this. Sure there were things he was giving up by being a vampire, and there were a lot of questions still unknown. But this moment, this exact moment, was worth it.
And Edward was worth everything. Jasper hadn't understood Edward's commitment to him until he became a vampire and fully understood how important mates were. The possibility that he could ever live a life of any value without Edward was ridiculous. Edward was his life. Every decision Jasper made was considered with regards to how it would affect Edward. With his amazing vampire mind, there was always some thought about Edward there. It was a constant.
Edward was a part of Jasper that could never be eradicated.
He finally understood how desperate Edward had been when he was sick. Jasper couldn't imagine what he would have done if the roles had been reversed. Jasper was constantly in awe at how patient Edward had been. Even more so, he was astonished that Edward had given him a choice. Edward had, knowing how necessary a vampire's mate is, willingly allowed Jasper to make a choice, even though that choice could have taken away his entire world. Had the roles been reversed, Jasper didn't think he would have given Edward a choice. Knowing what he now knew about mates, he couldn't imagine going through what Edward went through.
That was another thing that made Jasper love Edward. Edward was willing to give him up, just to make Jasper happy.
And he was happy. Indescribably happy.
Edward pressed a kiss into Jasper's curls. "What's got you thinking so hard, love?"
"You. This. Everything."
"That's a lot to think about. Don't hurt yourself," Edward said. Jasper growled quietly and tugged Edward's ear.
"That's not funny. That joke stopped being funny years ago and as someone who's lived forever you should know that." Jasper tilted his head until he was looking at Edward. "But seriously, I'm thinking about how lucky I am. If I hadn't met you I wouldn't be here now. If I hadn't come to Forks, I'd never have found you and you changed my life in ways I'd never have imagined."
"I would have found you," Edward answered fiercely. "If you hadn't come to Forks, if I had to wait much longer, I would have found you somehow. There was no way I was living without you."
"But you would have." Jasper straightened up and took Edward's face in his hands. "You gave me a choice. You let me decide even though there was a possibility that I wouldn't decide to be with you."
"Yes, well. To be honest, I probably would have been a lot more persistent if you hadn't told me when you did. I tried to give you space, but that wouldn't have lasted much longer. I would have annoyed you until you agreed. Trust me, I wasn't going to just let you say no."
"I don't know how you were so patient," Jasper admitted.
"It wasn't easy. Alice had to keep telling me that it would work out in the end. I had to believe that everything would be okay." Then Edward smiled and leaned into kiss Jasper. "And it did. You're here, you're wonderful, and we're going to be happy."
"Yes we are," Jasper said. "And," he said, to lighten to mood, "where are we going to start being happy first?"
"Stop it," Edward said with a teasing frown, "I gave you your hint, now bugger off."
"Bugger off? We're in America, Edward."
"Fine, fuck off, then."
"That's more like it."
Edward kissed him, because that always shut Jasper up.
Three days later their families drove them to the airport. Jasper was sad to leave his parents, but now that he had passed the final test he would be able to see them a lot more. Edward promised him that his parents could visit as soon as possible. In fact, Edward had already purchased tickets for his parents and in four months he would be able to see them again.
The Cullens were staying in Forks, though Emmett and Rose were coming to see them in a month and would be spending a few weeks with them as well.
Overall, while Jasper felt saddened that he was leaving his family, he knew that it was permanent. He knew that he would always have these people to turn to and rely on. This was his home.
"So are you finally going to tell me where we're going?" Jasper asked.
"You've known all long," Edward said. "I told you I had a place in Prague that I wanted to show you."
"That's it? We're going to Prague?"
"Yep." Jasper couldn't contain his excitement and pulled Edward in for a bruising kiss.
"But what about your clue?"
"My clue was perfect. There are the statues on Charles Bridge and the one of John Hus in Old Town Square. It fits."
"I don't even care right now," Jasper said, his annoyance evaporating. "You're taking me to Prague?"
"I told you that you'd like it."
"Like it? I'll love it. I can't wait. And to be there, with you and our family…" Jasper trailed off.
He couldn't believe how his life had turned out. One year ago he was dying, his body was destroying itself, his entire life was crumbling. And one simple meeting changed all that. Edward had given him hope; he had shown him that there was something worth living for. Now he was off with Edward to Europe. He was reunited with his family. He had received everything he had ever wanted.
Edward took Jasper's hand, "Are you ready for a new life, love?"
Jasper smiled at Edward, "I can't wait."
With one last kiss they were off.
"I had not known, before us, that every vein in my body was capable of carrying light […] I had not really known I could be so much more than myself. I had not known another body could do this to mine […] Now I had taken a whole new shape. No, I had taken the shape I was always supposed to, the shape that let me hold my head high." ~From "Girl meets Boy" by Ali Smith, p.81
A/N: Thanks again you guys! I think the next story I'm going to write will be a Harry Potter (Harry/Draco) one, so if that's something your interested in, come check it out. (I already have the plot and summary so if you'd like to know, just ask in your review or PM me.) If not, hopefully I'll see you next time I write a Twilight fanfic. Until then! ~AJ Kelly