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Chap. Seven " Sacrifice yourself in the name of love"

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Butterfly wings; That was Maureen to Jasper Hale, very fragile butterfly wings. So bright with its bright and cheerful colors. That was Maureen to the soldier, a butterfly that fluttered its wings around his heart, filling that dark void with joyful colors and sweet melodies. He had talked about love many times with Alice, but the two of them couldn't reach a conclusion. Not when none of them had experienced something as strong as that feeling, but now ... now they just didn't know how to describe such a wonderful feeling. Because love didn't have to have a description, love could be as wild as the waves are, because love could be as warm as the sun's rays, because it could also be as soft as the sand underfoot. Love has no face, gender, or social status. But humans knew how to ruin the most beautiful feeling by turning it into obsession, violence, aggression. Love was so beautiful, just as it was destructive.

- Have you ever wanted to change the past? - Jasper asked as they dodged uncontrolled teenagers in that small space that was the greenhouse - An action, a thought, something?

—No — Despite the brutality experienced; Maureen was aware that without the wound that was now bleeding in her heart, in her soul. Without that wound she would never learn not to be so trusting, so stupid - Our past makes us who we are now, tears, laughter, dreams, hopes, failures, falls. All that which at the time we considered useless or not at all appreciative is what builds us as human beings. As adults, they always tell us that we should never look back, I am more to the idea that if we should.

- Why? Why look at our past knowing that there are things that still hurt us? Why not just forget? - Jasper could spend hours and hours talking to her and he would never get bored, he loved feeling the explosion of emotions, he found it extremely adorable how Maureen wrinkled her nose or how she fluttered her beautiful and feminine eyelashes in surprise.

- Because that way we will know what mistake not to make again - She said - If I trip over a rock on my way home for the next time, I will jump the rock so as not to fall - Maureen laughed sweetly - Sorry I'm terrible with the examples.

- I understand your point - Jasper smiled - I think it is applicable in life, although most of the time we forget where we should jump the rock.

Maureen pouted - Hell! If you say so, it sounds more philosophical — I teach all week from 7 in the morning to 10 at night.

- What kind of lousy schedule is that? You practically do not rest!

- I don't care as long as I spend those hours with you.

Maureen smiled - Seducing me?

Jasper shrugged. - Could it be ... Is it working?

- Mmm ... Could be.

Jasper laughed, before tensing as he felt himself being abruptly separated from the youngest of the Atlantis. He snorted when Morgan smirked at him, Alice next to him scoffed.

- Shall we interrupt something? - Question Morgan - I thought I saw that they needed a little personal space I came to make sure they had it - Morgan smiled - Am I not the best brother that can exist?

- My hero – Ironized Maureen; The truth was that she felt comfortable being with Jasper, he made her fear and insecurities disappear. Although their short relationship was full of unspoken lies, undiscovered truths ... it was as if the blonde and the brunette understood that telling their secrets wouldn't change anything. But none of them wanted to risk it. - What would I do without you Morgan?

- Your existence would be very boring cute eyes - Morgan looked at Jasper and smirked - Comrade! You look upset. Any problem?

Morgan had a hobby; annoying any male being who approached her with ulterior motives, her brother was a dark and threatening creator of awkward comments. From some wood Morgan managed to threaten you and at the same time sound like he was saying sweet things to you. Something Maureen always found disturbing.

- Yes, indeed I do have a problem. - Jasper was a soldier; Being bullied was nothing new to him, threats something that just didn't scare him. Less coming from an overprotective brother - An annoying insect came to disturb the conversation that Mau and I had.

- What a shame, comrade! - Morgan feigned grief - Too bad that insecticides are not allowed here!

- If a real pity ...

Morgan was walking leisurely through the streets of Forks near his home; His little sister had asked him to go to the supermarket for compresses and pills for colic, of course he had made fun of his sister's grumpy look, he knew that what Maureen hated most about being a woman was her period. For him it was nothing new since many times he had bought sanitary towels for her, Morgan was more than used to the strange looks in the supermarket when he saw a man buying a product for women. Closed-minded idiots; He would do anything for her pretty eyes, buying a necessary product for her was not embarrassing. It's the same thing he would do for his wife, and what he expected them to do with Maureen.

Alice ... Morgan thought and smiled; the golden-eyed fairy had captivated him like no girl ever did, that carefree joy, those eyes of thousands and secrets, the unusual brightness of those eyes ... as if she knew more than she showed, her brilliant spirit than it danced around him like firefly lights. Alice Cullen was a nymph who had cast a spell on him. He was willing to kneel before his family begging for a chance with that amber-eyed fairy who had stolen his heart.

Morgan was not stupid, far from blind; He also knew that Jasper Hale was captivated by his little sister's luminous spirit and soul and Morgan was afraid. He did not want his sister to suffer, not again, he did not want to see how the star that she was fading consumed by darkness, he did not want to see her warm gaze be turned into waters of coldness. He did not want to see her collapsed like that night. Where he had seen the brightness of his gaze fade.

- I'm home! - Scream before closing the door behind him, his father left his office with a serious face - Is something wrong father?

- Yes ... - A sigh - I want to talk to you before you go with your sister.

This seriousness was very unlike Ian; Maybe at work he was, but he had never been so serious at home, Morgan nodded before leaving the shopping bags on the dining room table to follow his father to the office where he sat in the armchair there.

- What's going on?

- They released him - Morgan frowned without understanding, Ian sighed again - Thomas is free

- But what the fuck ... - exclaimed Morgan - His sentence was 15 years in prison. He has only been in prison for a few months! How could it get out so fast?

—Sarah moved her people - the hint of anger in Ian's voice was detectable - She got her son paroled ... the lawyer tried to appeal the judge's decision, but was denied.

- It's not fair Ian! - Shout Morgan; anger clouded his vision. Ian warned him with a look - That bastard should be dead!

- Lower your voice ... - Ian said - Your sister is upstairs I don't want her to know ...

Morgan nodded in agreement; She hated lying to her sister, but for her it was better to live in ignorance, she was just beginning to do it herself, of course the pieces of her heart that she was uniting were still brittle. Very easy to break.

- What are we going to do?

- Nothing ... We can't do anything when Thomas's mother is a respected MP - Ian sighed - Justice sucks ... but as long as Thomas stays away, we'll be fine.

- If you look for it? - Morgan could still remember the possessive look that Thomas gave his sister, his cute eyes an obsession for the one who was once his best friend, his brother - Thomas ... he will not give up so easily

- Then I will make some calls to some friends willing to distribute justice - Ian opened a drawer on his desk and took out a wooden box when he opened it. Morgan was able to dazzle two bracelets, one larger than the other, both with two light blue stones in them. center - These were from my sister ... according to her it was for when you were 18 years old, she told me that the stone is like a type of shield. It is to protect them. The smallest is Maureen's, the other is yours, give it to her when you go up to see her.

Ian was actually her uncle, but he had earned the title of father, rather than the sperm donor who had abandoned them and their mother.

- Why are you giving it to us now? - Morgan took the box in his hands - Because their world is more dangerous than they think

-I do not understand...

—Don't worry soon you will.

Morgan entered his sister's room, saw her sitting on her desk next to her a calculator and on the floor two crumpled sheets of paper. The older man assumed he was doing calculus or physics homework. Possibly when you finish, ask for your answers.

- I arrived sister ...- Morgan raised the shopping bag in her hand - I already brought your order, miss

Maureen smiled at him - Knight, I have been freed from the anguish of not having compresses ... What's in that box?

Morgan sighed - A gift from mom ... dad gave it to me just now.

Maureen smiled even more; That smile only fueled his anger towards Thomas who enjoyed freedom when what he deserved was death, or the dismemberment of the part of his body that he could not control, the second option was the most attractive. Maureen jumped from her place with enthusiasm.

- What is it?! - His enthusiasm anesthetizes the rage that was consuming him inside - Let me see it Morgan!

Morgan pushed her away before she jumped on him - Calm grasshopper, don't bleed in front of my eyes, I'm sure I'm vomiting.

Maureen stopped jumping and touched her belly - Being with my period does not mean that I go like a dog staining everything ... I am a woman, brother, we have our tricks up our sleeve when Uncle Andrés visits.

Morgan denied with a smile - Do not be offended, but I do not want to know more than necessary thanks.

Morgan sat on her sister's bed as she sat on the floor of her carpeted bedroom, that's when Morgan opened the box, Maureen gasped.

- They are beautiful - he whispered - Mom had good tastes ... Why didn't you get that quality?

- Give me your hand before I sell your gift on Amazon - Morgan threat

-No, I'm shutting up — Maureen gave him her wrist so that Morgan could put the bracelet on, when the cold metal made contact with her skin. Maureen shuddered. When the clasp clicked Maureen gasped. A warm breeze swept through her body and the feeling of protection settled in her heart.

Maureen touched her chest, Morgan looked at her strangely - Is something wrong with you, pretty eyes?

Maureen shook her head - Nothing ... just period symptoms ...

Although inside Maureen had a revolution of pleasant warm sensations, nothing invasive, or something that her instincts considered bad, it was as if that silver bracelet with a celestial stone in the middle with her name engraved was a part of her.

What possibly the twins did not know is that those bracelets were more than what they appeared to be, forged with the embracing fire of Hephaestus, the powerful magic of Hera and the immense power of the lord of the seas those two bracelets were perhaps the only thing that would separate the twins of death more so when Ian had watched his two sons fall in love with vampires who pretended to be teenagers.

Those bracelets would protect them as long as they did not discover their origin ... in the meantime Ian would ensure that they lead a comfortable human life instead of the dangerous and often painful life of a demigod.

Maureen smiled as she jumped for joy through the hallways of the school, when she met Jasper, she took him by the hand without warning and forced him to turn with her, the blonde smiled. I have never seen Maureen so happy since I met her immediately, I adore her even more. The sweetness of his happiness a shield against the contradictory feelings of most of the adolescents around him, Jasper wrapped himself in his joy, covered himself with his aroma that more than being an incentive to drink was more a tranquilizer for the spasms of his stomach and burning in his throat.

- Why are you so happy Maureen? Not that I am complaining clearly ...

- Jasper, I'm in love! - Exclaimed Maureen smiling, Jasper's smile vanished the jealousy of an unknown companion - Very in love!

- May I know who? - Although jealousy consumed him, he would not murder the man who could put so much light in Maureen's gaze, not only would he make sure that the lucky bastard was a good person, someone capable of taking care of sweet Maureen - I say just out of curiosity.

- From Ashes Of Love! - Maureen rested her head on Jasper's arm and fluttered her eyelashes adorably - And from the neighbor who lent me his Netflix account so I can watch it!

- Are you in love with a series? - Maureen nodded, Jasper sighed relieved and smiled again - tell me something Maureen Why did your neighbor lend you his account?

Maureen sigh - I don't know the truth ... he was very kind and told me that whenever I wanted, I could go and watch Netflix at his house ...

Jasper sighed; knowing the intentions of that man who in Maureen's innocent eyes was a kind young man - I'd better give you my account so you don't bother your neighbor, okay?

Maureen frowned - But my neighbor said it wasn't a bother ...

Jasper smiled before kissing the younger girl's forehead - Maureen ... Maureen What am I going to do with you?

- What have I done now...?

Jasper shook his head - Nothing ... let's go to class.

Jasper shook his head - No ...

-Please

-Not

But Maureen didn't care about that refusal, and she ran through the hallways of the school with a concerned Jasper Hale, of course the blonde was pretending to be slower. The truth is that he was having fun trying to achieve that mischievous giggle plus it was worth skipping classes. Maureen slipped into the music room and hid behind the door, when Jasper entered Maureen jumped on top of him wrapping her arms around the older man's neck as her legs hooked onto the blonde's hips. Maureen had clung to the bond's back.

- Don't get mad, Casper ... - I murmur in the blonde's ear - But physics is just as easy as languages, I won't have problems if I skip those classes.

Jasper shook his head knowing that he was more likely to eat Mike for breakfast than he was mad at Maureen, not when that mischievous smile and warm arms were his total downfall. Maureen got off the blond back and sat on the stool in front of the weathered wood piano.

- What are you waiting for Jasper? Come and sit! - Maureen patted her side - What do you want me to sing to you? I'm so happy that I sing you some cumbias without any problem.

- ¿cumbias?

—Casper you lack a lot of Latin malice in your life

- Maureen smiled - For your luck I speak Spanish as if it were my mother tongue ...

- Maureen ... - The blonde picked up a lock of hair behind Maureen's feminine ears - Let's go to class I remind you that your father is a teacher if they discover you, they will think that I am a bad influence on you What an impression I will give your father!

- You're an exaggeration - Maureen pouted - Okay, let's go to class, you damn pooper.

Maureen stands up sulking, Jasper rolled his eyes; the youngest of the Atlantis looked like an angry kitten and was possibly the cutest thing the blond had ever seen in his life. Maureen was about to turn the corner when she saw the headmaster walking in her direction, she cursed before taking the blonde's hand and running to the nearest door. When he saw the janitor's, he got into a very confused blond.

- But what...!

- Keep oxygenated silence - Maureen placed her hands on the blonde's mouth - Senior jailer approaching ...

Jasper didn't pay attention to the words when it was possibly the closest he was going to have Maureen in his life; as closely as he had it he could see the tiny freckles, entire constellations of very pretty freckles on his cheekbones and a pinch more on his nose, his possibly tropical fruit perfume combined with the scent of his shampoo was the most aphrodisiac scent he ever had had smelled. What to say about his eyes? They were incredibly adorable! As beautiful and light blue as the stone on her bracelet, but that jewel was no match for the brightness of the eyes of the least of the Atlantis.

Maureen blushed before removing her hands from the blonde's mouth - I'm sorry ... Why are you looking at me like that?

- You are the most beautiful thing that has happened to me in my life Maureen - A muffled whisper; because feelings did not need to be shouted from the rooftops, feelings were warm beings that did not necessarily have to be exposed to the world. - Never go...

Maureen smiled sadly - I'm just a teenager with scars and scars Jasper, I'm no one special ... it's just me ...

Jasper cradled his flushed face between his hands - If you could see yourself as I see you, if you could feel what I feel every time you are around me ... you would know that you are the wind that pushes me to continue and not give up.

Maureen sobbed - Jasper I have scars ... I

- I don't care about your scars Maureen! - I exclaim - No one lives their life without injuries ... I am willing to accept each of your scars, each of your wounds ... Are you willing to accept my past? Accept me as I am?

Although she didn't know he was the monster in the story, Jasper Hale needed to know that even though she knew the truth, she wouldn't run from him. Because the blonde's greatest fear was seeing his face bathed in fear, fearing him; Jasper wasn't sure he could bear seeing her scream in fear at his presence.

- Yes ... - Maureen whispered; Because his desire to be happy was greater than his fear of being a victim again - What romance novel did you get your blonde phrases from?

Jasper smiled - I read many books for you ...

Maureen sobbed; Jasper hugged her while stroking her hair - Don't cry Maureen ... I don't like to see you cry ... - Maureen hid her face on the blonde's chest so that he couldn't see her cry - Honey don't hide, look at me Maureen.

The smallest of the Atlantis - I don't want you to see me cry ... I suck when I cry.

Jasper laughed before forcing her to look at him; her little red nose next to the adorable pout was undoubtedly the most adorable thing in the world - Don't cry anymore ... Morgan is going to hit me if he sees you cry.

Maureen giggled as she sniffed her nose - Morgan is quite capable of doing that ...

- Let's go to the cafe...

- First to the bathroom so I can wash my face ...

-Ok, let's go...

Maureen ate fruit sitting next to Jasper who wouldn't stop smiling, the bond's brothers were on the other side of the cafeteria with an angry Edward, jealous of how well the Atlantis got along with his brothers while he was just building a relationship with the Swan. Jasper kissed the younger girl's forehead too happy ...

- Meter of distance between you two! - Morgan pulled his sister away from the blonde - His healthy distance!

- Morgan - I reproach Maureen and then I greet Alice - Alice I hope my brother is not being annoying.

Alice shook her head - Not at all ... Maureen your brother is very cute and attentive ... and

- And ... a great ass kicker if my sister gets to shed a single tear for you - Morgan pointed to the blonde - Ian is on my side, he and I saw many criminal minds we know how to hide a body without leaving a trace.

The blonde smiled - I'll keep it in mind Morgan ...

Morgan grumbled before looking at his sister - Cute eyes cancel everything you do these days that I hear from Mike's scum that there is a beach in La Push ...

- That beach is very dangerous - Jasper murmured; It was a total lie, but the beach was Quileute territory. He could not go to ensure the safety of who now was the possessor of his heart - They should not ...

- Are you trying to prevent us from going to the oxygenated blonde beach? - Morgan exclaimed - Are you trying to avoid my plans with my cute eyes?

- Morgan - Maureen complained - He's just worried ... The blonde nodded, Morgan snorted - Are you implying that I don't take care of my sister properly dyed?

Jasper shook his head. - I don't ...

- Cute eyes and I'll go to the beach whether you like Ken doll or not. Capisci?

Maureen giggled and looked at Jasper who seemed to want to kill Morgan with his eyes - I'm sorry Casper but I wish to go with Morgan we haven't surfed for a long time ... It will be fun cheer up!

Alice was the one who denied - We can't go to La Push.

Morgan frowned and looked at Alice - Why Tinkerbell ...?

- We are not welcomed by the Morgan settlers - Alice kissed her lover's cheek - We will go out together another day, do you think?

Maureen made a face - Please zero kisses in my presence I'm not ready for that.

Morgan looked at her offended - But if you're ready for the Chucky doll kisses, right sister?

Maureen took Jasper's hand - Done! We're going to class! See you later brother!

- Runaway cowards!

Jasper was beyond restless; Maureen had gone to La Push with her brother ... he knew that Morgan would take care of her what worried the blonde was that the natives ... who knew the legends of their ancestors would tell Maureen about the Cold. Maureen was very intelligent; she would summarize two plus two and she would realize what a monster he was ... In the worst-case scenario, she would walk away, repel him like she had the plague ... She would lose it if she had really had it. Jasper was trying to think of something else. Because if he kept worrying, the blonde would go to La Push without caring about the treaty with the wolves.

- Enough Jasper your thoughts are overwhelming me! - The blonde growled at his brother, but felt guilty because the house had a heavy atmosphere, his dark feelings were influencing those of his family - She will be fine!

- It is not their welfare that concerns me ...

-Quiet Jasper I told Morgan not to let the Quileute talk to him - Alice said - He told me that he would try but that his pretty eyes were not stupid and he would realize your nature ... and if you don't tell him he will worst-case do.

Jasper snorted; The clever bastard knew about her secret, Alice had ... risked it ... because her gift of vision was useless on twins so Alice had taken a great risk. But apparently Morgan loved his sister so he accepted her without hesitation. Jasper wasn't quite sure that Maureen would react anyway, although he had time to tell her while Edward was running out of him as the Swan was nosier than she appeared.

Rosalie had told him about her suspicions; One victim recognized another the beautiful blonde had told her that she thought Maureen had gone through some kind of abuse. The blonde substantiated her suspicions by saying that she was a reluctant to strange physical contact, and that was true. Maureen used to tremble at the unwanted touch she flinched as if trying to protect herself. That made Jasper mad; because deep down he knew that was true. That Maureen had been a victim.

His sweet Maureen, his lovely hothouse flower had been damaged by goddamn humans who believed themselves to be gods. Ha! Naive What did they know of power when he could kill him without leaving a trace? He would take revenge on behalf of his heart; he was more than willing to stain his hands with blood for Maureen. He would kill the bastard ... he swore by his honor as a soldier. He would hunt down the damned ... he would make him tremble with fear, he would make him beg for mercy ... mercy he would not give him, not for the crime of hurting ...

Perhaps fate had brought these poor souls so different from each other, Maureen loved peace and abhorred violence. Jasper Hale had grown up amid bullets and battles ... violence was part of his life. Two very different souls, one of them and the brightest was cheerful colors like the wings of a butterfly in spring, the other was a little opaquer but not for that less valuable, struck by life and in reality, that soul was a warrior.

Perhaps those two souls needed each other; they were needed because they were a contrast, because love was not necessarily an equality ... if love were that way it would be very boring. No, love was a wild thing ... love shook the world, made you doubt, made you mad, makes you laugh, makes you cry ... love is a sacrifice ...

Both Jasper and Maureen were willing to sacrifice in the name of love.