Don't Trust Me [Jasper/Marty]

[aileen liadan galloway]

Ever since the Cullen’s had come back, according to Patrick and the others, Aileen was told to not trust them. They were people who didn’t keep their promises and were traitors to their own kind. So that’s how Aileen saw them, as did the others. They were silently against them, not letting them know that they were plotting against them and working with the Volturi to destroy them. Aileen had been told to keep her mind clean of these thoughts when around the Cullen’s, especially Edward Cullen. Who had the ability to read minds. Aileen did not like that much as she had been one who enjoyed her privacy. She also was warned to keep her emotions under check when around Jasper Hale, who apparently had the ability to read emotions and manipulate them. Another thing she did not care for. Any sort of manipulation was not something Aileen enjoyed, that was for sure.

However, she knew she had to be careful as she was meeting up with Jasper today at a local club called Hellfire. Aileen had met the Cullen’s briefly, but Patrick wanted her to get to know them better. To pretend that she actually cared enough to want to get to know them better. So she had asked Jasper to meet her up at said club. Aileen had gone through her closet to find something to wear and decided on a pair of tight, form fitting jeans, high heels and a beige blouse. Fixing her hair into an elegant bun she then made her way to Hellfire, she had been there a few times before being turned. However, this would be her first time there since her transformation and she would have to do her best to stay calm. As there would surely be humans around. She wondered how the Cullen’s could stand to be around humans and not kill them. It did not seem logical to her at all.

Deciding to go light on the make up and just put on some eyeliner and lip gloss, she made sure she looked good before grabbing her purse and making her way out of the house. She decided to drive there, instead of walking it and grabbed the keys to her car on her way out. Once in the car she pulled out of the driveway with ease and headed towards town. Turning on the radio, she drove way past the speed limit, but she wasn’t too worried at this point. She enjoyed the things that came with being a vampire, to be able to move faster than she ever could as a human, and to drive fast and not worry about crashing or losing control. Your thoughts were a lot more quick when you were a vampire, so that in turn made your reflexes faster.

A few minutes later, Aileen was already pulling up to the side of the club’s building and she slowly stepped out. It was nearing on night, she could smell it in the air. She had planned to meet him at this time, and she looked around to see if he was here yet. She then looked at her cell phone, 5:30. Her gaze quickly moved from the clock on her cell towards a human just walking inside. It had the venom in her mouth swirling and she tried her best not to attack. This was certainly going to be hard. That reminded her-she took out her sunglasses and slid them on quickly. Having red colored eyes did not look normal. Closing the door to her car and locking it she then headed inside and moved to take a seat at one of the tables, hoping Jasper would be here soon.

ooc: I didn't really think of an order this could go, so I suppose whoever replies first it'll just go in that order?

[marta elizabeth o'brien]

*LOVE OF TWO IS ONE

Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear we couldn't go on
The door was open and the wind appeared
Candles blew and then disappeared
Curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

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While, depending on their mood and mindset, Becca and Hugo might offer differening opinions about what area (or all of) the greater Dublin area constituted their 'territory', Marty herself viewed only a few places in the vast city as specifically theirs, and even less actually hers. The Stags Head was, of course, one of the few places that she would definitely and absolutely declare theirs, they had laid claim to the pub and surrounding area for some time now, even to the point that if any violence was committed against humans by vampire or wolf alike, it was well known that justice would be metered out in a steady hand by all three of them, Marty and the Nelsons in equal ration.

There was a small apartment, technically a penthouse suite of one of the middle-sized, higher class hotels in downtown Dublin that Marty had rented out on an indefinite basis. Open and spacious, with a fair amount of bric-a-brac and collected knick-knacks from her travels and the antique stores that she loved to shop at, it had an old-world homey feel that she appreciated and felt comfortable in. The Stags Head felt comfortable, because it was an extension of the Nelsons, Becca and Hugo's tastes bleeding over into almost every inch of the pub, and the atmosphere within the pub was most times warm and welcoming.

There was a good deal of what most of the others might call neutral territory; the downtown areas of Dublin, the shopping centers, even a good deal of the natural woods and hills might be considered neutral... but there were still a great many places that Marty herself did not find welcoming, or at the very least comfortable to be in. Sometimes it was merely because of the number of humans that would press themselves into confined spaces, or streets -- while a vegeterian, as they had been dubbed, vampire by choice and moral preference, there was still an undeniable prickle, a rush of venom to sting the inside of her mouth and fangs that she could not deny when the smell of the humans, their blood rushing through their veins, calling to her... and this, more than anything else, made her uncomfortable, awkward, withdrawn, when in such large groups.

And so it was, that she rarely left what she deemed her comfort zones, less populated areas, or wide open space, or places that were open earlier, or later than most of the humans were out and about en masse. As a standard rule, she tried to avoid any of the places that smelled heavily of the shifters, not out of fear, or disgust as much as some of the other vampires, but perhaps out of what one might call respect; to give them the opportunity to carve their niche and claim their territory. There were enough of the others to fight with over a scrap of territory without her joining in to the fray.

She had trouble understanding the Galloways reticence to have anything to do with the wolves, certainly it was not the most pleasant of occasions to deal with them, if only for the smell alone, but to choose to alienate, or even instigate trouble with the pack when they had been here as long as she could recall... Then again, there was much about the Galloways that set Marty ill at ease, though she would never voice such thoughts, especially in mixed company. Their crimson gaze was a reminder, a constant thorn in her conscious, but she knew it was not just that. So many of their families' mannerisms reminded her of ... of the girls in the chorus lines, whispering viscious rumors behind the curtains, sprinkling ground glass into the dancing talcum, all with a saccharine sweet smile and absynth-coated congratulations.

Still, she tried her best to be as considerate of their feelings and temperments as she could on those rare times when their paths crossed, keeping her demeanor as lady like as possible. The Cullens'... they were different altogether, of course, there was so little effort required on her part to be warm and welcoming to the family when she met any of them. Their was a warmth, a happiness that radiated from the family, ranging from their father figure, Carlisle, all the way to their own strange little miracle, Renesmee, that just made it easy to be around them.

She did not know if she should expect any of the other vampires tonight, or even any of the wolves. She had not attended the annual fire festival festivities often since she and Becca and Hugo had settled here, but this year Becca and her dance troupe were to be performing, and Marty had no intention of missing the opportunity to see the group in action. She had stolen glimpses, of course, of the rehearsals, but it was never the same; the magic of the music and the energy of the crowd combined with the exhiliration of the dancers... it was just that, magic.

Marty had made her way alone, even in sturdy heels and a skirt she knew it would not take her long to traverse the distance from apartment to the slowly crumbling house where the festival was being held. A hesitation, the first of what she guessed would be many as the night unfolded, as her eyes fell upon the blonde figure of one of the newest additions to the Galloway family... Aileen, if she remembered correctly... exiting a car and moving towards the front entrance of the house.

The hesitation was brief, however, her chin rising upwards as she steadied herself, a quick smoothing of the folds and layers of her attire before she follows suit, letting her senses adjust to the shift in temperature and energy, in light and sound as she steps in to the house only a few steps behind the newborn vampire.

"Good evening, Ms. Galloway," Marty's voice is quiet, knowing it would take little to carry even in the low din of the humans for her voice, and the familiar name, to reach the other vampire, a gentle smile tugging at soft, rose-hued lips as she steps a fraction closer to the vampire in question.

Come on baby... and we had no fear
And we ran to him... Then we started to fly
We looked backward and said goodbye
We had become like they are
We had taken his hand
We had become like they are

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[aileen liadan galloway]

If it was one thing Aileen could not stand, it was vegetarian vampires. They were traitors to their own kind, for gods sake people died all the time. All she did was quicken the process. She was sure if she were to ever try an animal's blood, she would not be able to stomach it. Of course the Cullen's had to consume only animal's blood, how pathetic. She sneered at the thought of it. She also did not like how comfortable the wolves seemed to be with the vampires and vise versa. The Cullen's were wrong, twisted. You should not make an allience with wolves for crying out loud. Honestly, Aileen was surprised they hadn't been killed sooner. They were pathetic, every last one of them. Especially dear little Renesmee. She despised her, and she was tempted to kill her herself. With the extreme temper she had these days, she honeslty wouldn't put it past herself. Just thinking about the hybrid made her growl in distaste. Her grip on the steering wheel had tightened. She knew that Patrick would not like it if she were to give away the plans they had for the Cullen's, so she would have to be on her best behavior when she saw Jasper today.

She knew how weary people, both vampires and humans, were of her and her family. The name Galloway sent shivers down peoples spines, as it should. She enjoyed the fear that she saw in people's eyes. Whether it be when she was about to kill them, or when they found out who she was. She got a pretty big thrill from when she saw the fear in peoples eyes when she was about to kill them, how they begged her to stop when the pain became unbearble. It was almost as good as sex, almost but not quite. She, like the rest of her 'family' were very vengeful. The last thing you would ever want to do is piss off a Galloway because they had their ways of dealing with people who they decided to seek revenge on. Aileen had heard people whisper about her and her family, how they despised them or feared them. It made Aileen smile to know that she could force such hatred out of someone without even having to do anything. Aileen did her best to ignore her older 'sister', though she bugged her no matter what. Aileen had a hatered for the older, girl. Maybe it was jealously because she didn't like the fact that Patrick liked her company more than Aileen's. After all, Aileen enjoyed being the center of attention at all times. Call her selfish if you want, because she is that.

As she exited the car, she felt eyes on her and she looked around suspeciously. Was Jasper here? Smelling the air she picked up the scent of a vegetarian vampire, but from the scent it was a female. Raising an eyebrow she looked around and noticed someone vaguely familiar, though she couldn't put a name to the face. Adjusting the purse on her shoulder she glanced over at a rather attractive man and smiled flirtatiously, she heard his heart begin to race and that made her laugh softly. She loved how easily she could arouse men. The smile soon left her lips though when she heard someone greet her. Turning her gaze towards the girl she had just seen staring at her a small frown fell upon her lips. "Do I know you?" She asked in a displeased tone. Obviously not thrilled of being interrupted from turning the attractive man on. Maybe she would meet up with him later. She looked around again, wondering where Jasper was. She wanted to get this over quickly because she was becoming thirsty again.

[jasper whitlock hale]

INTO THE LIGHT OF A BRIDGE THAT BURNS,
AS I DRIVE FROM THE CITY
into the black starless sky

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Jasper grumbled a little, staring up at the ceiling as he lay on his back on the small sofa of his room. From the en suite, he could hear Alice's pure and sweet voice ringing softly as she primmed herself, ever the one to look her best. She sang a song that Jasper didn't quite know, and yet it sounded like heaven to him none the less thanks to the way it sounded in alice's beautiful voice. high like the heavens, he basked in it. The passed few days had been hard, his stomach felt sore with the thirst, and his mind had become clouded by his own need to feed. There was nothing more dangerous than a hungry vampire, especially one as strong as Jasper. He had this strength that, while his frame betrayed it, there was no denying. He was one of the strongest of his kind phsycially, but mentally, he was slowly and surely becoming the weakest vegetarian vampire. He had become condemmed to the house as of late, by order of carlisle who could tell his thirst was becoming too much. He'd spent weeks in the room he shared with alice, scanning every corner helplessly for new additions or things he hadn't noticed before. He'd read every book of their large collection, listened not only to all of his records, but all of edwards too. He'd done all he could to pass the time, and for a while, it had worked. His hunger had felt like a dull thrum in his stomach, not quite painful but not quite calm either. It had been at that midpoint that he was so familar with, and it was in the time when his hunger was at that stage, that he felt the best. He actually seemed to get things done in those times, as opposed to when he was so hungry that all he could do was sit around and try not to tear the furniture to peices with his bare hands. These days however, were extremely rare, and he found that more of the latter was daily routine for him. It wasn't just that he was hungry, he felt isolated from a humanity that he so desperatly craved. The lack of human presence in his world had become horrifying, he felt as if he were some deformed monster of the family, tucked away in secret, in shame, because they were too scared to let him out for fear of what people might think. He knew full well that his family, his alice, were doing this for his own good, but he couldn't help but feel completely and utterly cheated and shamed by them. It was the lowest he had felt in a long time, and he wanted to cuss and scream at the top of his lungs until they realised just how badly they were hurting him. But Jasper was still ever the southern gentleman, even in his hurt, and he hadn't breathed a word. not even a whisper. not even to alice. It was extremely unspoken for him to keep secrets from alice, but when the secret he had would kill her because she was killing him, he felt it best to keep it from her. Like she was doing this for his sake, he was doing this for hers.

However today was different. Today was the first day he was going to venture out of his own, to test his limits and his own strength which he had been steadily improving during his weeks of isolation from the outside world. And he was going to do it alone. Or somewhat alone. He had a companion, a friend for support who, surprisingly was a crimson eyed. He thought for a moment why he had agreed to meet with aileen, but then he figured that it was probably because of what she was that he had. She would serve as a reminder to him to stay on the straight and narrow, the right path. The path of vegetarianism. In no light did he think it was going to be easy, but it was something he had to do. And he had to do it without his family, because one day they would have to let him do things alone. They couldn;t keep him locked up forever. Sighing slightly he jumped from the sofa with one graceful sweep, then straightening his clothes he moved towards the ensuite door. He could hear alice singing still, and smiling gently from behind the closed door he placed a hand on it, as if to wish her a silent farewell. You see, she didn't know he was going out, and he wanted to keep it that way. He'd planned that he would constantly change his mind today to cloud her visions, and while he wasn't one hundred percent sure this would work, he hoped it would. He needed this time alone, even from the woman that he loved to no end. He sighed a little and turned away with a blankly hurt expression, then making his way towards their bedroom window, he opened it, jumping with one fell swoop from it, and landing on the ground, both feet first. Elegance intended. He instantly felt free from the house, the fresh air and the smells of the world outside rushing to him like an old friend whom he had missed. He welcomed the smell of the air and the grey of the sky, and letting a small smile slip on his lips, he began running towards hellfire club, where he intended to meet aileen. The smell of human breifly entered his mind, the faintest of smells from far away. Jasper tensed slightly as he ran at super speed, trying to ignore it. This was the first test, he needed to battle through the want to follow the scent and just keep his mind focused on one thing. He was doing well, his throat burned though, begging him to turn back and just go and inspect, maybe have just the smallest of tastes. But jasper denied, powering through and growling slightly. In no time, had he made it to hellfire, where he slowed his pace to what a human would consider normal.

"Excuse me..." A small giggle came from behind him, and turning sharply Jasper made eye contact with a small girl, who couldn't have been anymore than sixteen. Jasper gulped, his throat and his stomach tightening. She smelt fresh, pure and utterly delightful, and he looked at her with scorching eyes. She smiled at him, blissfully unaware of the monster inside that raged, the one that wanted to grab her, drag her into the woods and devour her whole. She moved her away around him, he was obviously blocking her way. He stood, rooted to the spot for a moment with her scent lingering in his nostrils. Let it pass Jasper...He thought, taking in a deep breath even though it would do no good. Clenching his jaw a little he started to move, slow movements at first before finally being able to move his entire body. He cleared his throat, and concentrated, needing to take his mind of something. He needed a more powerful scent, the scent of a vampire to block out the humans around him. He focused, and then frowned. He had picked up two scents, of two vampires, but each were different from the other. Jasper frowned, moving his eyes over the placed before coming to settle on aileen and Marty, a fellow veggie who worked at the stags head with their friend Hugo and his wife. They were nice enough vampires, though jasper always maintained distance from them, worried what they might think of someone who was such a contained and edgy monster like himself. No doubt, they would be disgusted. He moved towards them slowly, studying the body language of the two women before, at a safe distance he called out, trying to losen some of the tension obvious in the area. Perhaps it was a woman thing more than a vampire thing, but neither of them looked thrilled to see the other. Jasper however, was happy to see them both, as their scents helped to mask some of the humans that were wandering in and out of hellfire house. Jasper spoke, in a croaky voice, partly because he hadn't spoken so loudly in such a long time. His conversations these passed few weeks had been limited and hushed with alice, this, was like discovering his vocal chords again. "Good evening Aileen, Marty." He nodded cordially as he approached the two, turning his attention more to Marty in the breif moment of greeting. "Miss O'brien, I'm surprised to see you here. Though, it is a pleasure to see you of course..." As usual, he was formal in the way he spoke.

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[marta elizabeth o'brien]

*LOVE OF TWO IS ONE

Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear we couldn't go on
The door was open and the wind appeared
Candles blew and then disappeared
Curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

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Marty had had no intention of rankling the newborn with her quiet greeting, though she was not overly displeased by the intercession between Aileen and the young man that the newborn had been eyeing the same way most humans did a rare steak, or a particularly crisp and icy cold pint of ale. She might not go so far as to rush in to rescue the humans that the Galloways bled dry, or even voice her opinion on the matter all that often, and some part of her thoughts registered that it might only be a delay, or that some other human would fall prety to the voracious hunger of the other vampire, but... she knew that hunger, the feeling like someone had ripped out a piece of you and no matter how much blood you drained, consumed, no matter how many throats you tore open, it would never be full, you would always be hungry, always feel that dull cramping pain...

No, she did not look upon Aileen with disdain, or disgust, but if anything, she felt a hint of pity for the girl, for what she had been delivered into, that no amount of words or explanation or definitions could prepare anyone for. She offers a smile, still, soft and gentle, as she comes to a stop beside, but not within what she deemed to be the personal 'bubble' of space around the blonde, her head bowing slightly in acknowledgement of Aileen's reply, however curt.

"I am sorry, I do not believe that we have actually been formally introduced," Marty replies, her tone genteel and low. "I am Marta O'Brien, though most everyone calls me Marty," she offers in way of introduction. "I tend the Stag's Head Pub, with Rebecca and Hugo Nelson," She continues, relying on the likely more familiar names to lead to an understanding of who she was, expecting that her own name was likely less commonly referenced. "It is a pleasure to finally have the opportunity to meet you in person." She finishes, her quiet smile remaining on her delicate features.

She seemed herself, a little on edge, to someone as perceptive and intuitive as Jasper, though to most there would be little to notice at odds... but she, too, seemed intent on the shallowest of breaths that were necessary to imitate the habit of the living, her demeanor that of someone reserved, or shy, though based on the fact that she was making introduction and small conversation with Aileen, it was likely not the latter. The voice, familiar in the fact that she had heard it in conversation with Becca and Hugo in the passing months, drew her attention away from Aileen, following the voice to its source, and upon spotting Jasper amongs the crowd, her expression smooths, clears, her smile widening as a non existent sigh of relief floods over her.

She always did so much better when in a group, than one on one, most times, unless it was Becca or Hugo, when there was more than one person in the conversation it was so much easier to deflect, to withdraw, to linger on the outskirts if necessary rather than be held at the center of it. "Mr. Hale, it is most certainly a pleasure," She echoes, her right hand rising up and extended out towards him as he approached in a manner of habit. "I must admit, I am somewhat surprised to find myself here as well, but Becca is performing here, later tonight, and I would not wish to miss a performance of hers if I could at all help it." She of course, refrains from mentioning the repurcussions should she, or Hugo, miss a dance or performance, even when Becca's displeasure was not directly focused on someone, the ripples of it affected everyone.

"It is so good to see you, and please, call me Marty, I do insist." She adds, genuine in her words and the intent behind them, she had hoped that she would have the opportunity to make the acquaintance of the Cullens and extended family on a more personal level, though she had not found the appropriate opportunity to do so without feeling as if she was intruding until now.

Come on baby... and we had no fear
And we ran to him... Then we started to fly
We looked backward and said goodbye
We had become like they are
We had taken his hand
We had become like they are

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tagged: aileen/jasper! | status: complete | word count: 725 | outfit | lyrics: don't fear the reaper by H.I.M.