Post by paperflowers on Sept 29, 2010 13:08:06 GMT -5
So constant was the monitoring of the situation in Seattle that Jasper had to get away for a while. Under the pretense that this was simply an excerise in boredom, the need to free himself of the confines of the Cullen Mansion as the walls closed in tightly due to the increasing threat from the chaos in Seattle, Jasper he ventured into Port Angeles to hunt. Alas he was not hunting humans, for for scents which had appeared in Forks but were not usually there. Deliberate, concentrated, Jasper walked along the crowded streets of Port Angeles ignoring the scents of those tempting little tasty pieces. He had a job to do. The reports were coming from Seattle of missing children, teenagers and young adults, full of life and zeal, all perfectly healthy and fit, and Jasper wanted to know if this creator had branched out into Port Angeles. Spreading over two cities would be far too noticeable. Attracting attention was not an action a vampire took lightly. The Volturi surely had noticed the numerous 'suspicious' deaths rising in Seattle to a disproportionate and unhealthy degree. Inconspicious was the way vampires had to live decreed by the Italian coven. Death befell all those who defied to order of their lord and masters.
So why had nothing been done? The Volturi were not patient in these kinds of matters nor are they forgiving. They struck fast and hard, a might blow to the vampiric community. An example was always set. Some things dealt quietly, most with publicity, a warning to others to remain as they were and not to gain any unruly ideas. They would stop at nothing to ensure their rule was not contested. The Volturi were not kind. Jasper viewed them as worse than the Southern Covens, for at least they acknowledged what they were: they were honest in their deceit and treachery. The Italian Coven claimed to by benevolent, kind even, offering no second chances but understanding to those they killed. They had no time for those who broke the rules. They would offer choices and ultimatums to those they liked, hounding them until the broke down or using Chelsea on them with glee. Normally they were swift when it came to the North. Was it because the Cullens were so nearby, seemingly the target of this attack, that they did nothing? It would not surprise Jasper. Such a large ability filled coven such as themselves, undoubtedly filled the Volturi with icy dread.
There was no other goal in mind than simple intelligence gathering. Perhaps the creator of this army would realise that such attention could get them killed and branch their newborns into Port Angeles to spread the danger and deaths over a wider area. It would also serve the purpose of foreboding and warning to their intended targets which was in some way related to the Olympic Coven. It was unclear whether it was simply desire for territory, which was bemusing since there were no territorial battles here to speak of, or a more sinister purpose which had not yet been considered. Jasper wasn't sure which he would prefer, but knowing whether he was coming or going would be preferable. He was a man of hard faced facts, the truth bare faced and cutting was better than soft fluffy lies which slipped between the fingers like sand, gritty and accumulating. The biggest hurt, betrayal and downfall was always suffered after such mass stock of lies and half truths. Jasper was a big boy. He could handle being told facts he did not want to hear or like. Life was full of disappointments and pain, he had long since accepted he would have more than his fair share. He deserved to by punished. His family did not.
Jasper walked casually but remained highly alert. He was also going to get a DVD or two which had recently been released. This side mission would occur now, he decided, for once he had obtain them, he would not have to think about stores closing. Jasper stopped abuprtly, moving backwards quickly, to avoid being struck by a moving body after it tripped on a cracked and upraised piece of sidewalk.
AN: hope you don't mind the smidge of god mod there but it gives you an easy in!
So why had nothing been done? The Volturi were not patient in these kinds of matters nor are they forgiving. They struck fast and hard, a might blow to the vampiric community. An example was always set. Some things dealt quietly, most with publicity, a warning to others to remain as they were and not to gain any unruly ideas. They would stop at nothing to ensure their rule was not contested. The Volturi were not kind. Jasper viewed them as worse than the Southern Covens, for at least they acknowledged what they were: they were honest in their deceit and treachery. The Italian Coven claimed to by benevolent, kind even, offering no second chances but understanding to those they killed. They had no time for those who broke the rules. They would offer choices and ultimatums to those they liked, hounding them until the broke down or using Chelsea on them with glee. Normally they were swift when it came to the North. Was it because the Cullens were so nearby, seemingly the target of this attack, that they did nothing? It would not surprise Jasper. Such a large ability filled coven such as themselves, undoubtedly filled the Volturi with icy dread.
There was no other goal in mind than simple intelligence gathering. Perhaps the creator of this army would realise that such attention could get them killed and branch their newborns into Port Angeles to spread the danger and deaths over a wider area. It would also serve the purpose of foreboding and warning to their intended targets which was in some way related to the Olympic Coven. It was unclear whether it was simply desire for territory, which was bemusing since there were no territorial battles here to speak of, or a more sinister purpose which had not yet been considered. Jasper wasn't sure which he would prefer, but knowing whether he was coming or going would be preferable. He was a man of hard faced facts, the truth bare faced and cutting was better than soft fluffy lies which slipped between the fingers like sand, gritty and accumulating. The biggest hurt, betrayal and downfall was always suffered after such mass stock of lies and half truths. Jasper was a big boy. He could handle being told facts he did not want to hear or like. Life was full of disappointments and pain, he had long since accepted he would have more than his fair share. He deserved to by punished. His family did not.
Jasper walked casually but remained highly alert. He was also going to get a DVD or two which had recently been released. This side mission would occur now, he decided, for once he had obtain them, he would not have to think about stores closing. Jasper stopped abuprtly, moving backwards quickly, to avoid being struck by a moving body after it tripped on a cracked and upraised piece of sidewalk.
AN: hope you don't mind the smidge of god mod there but it gives you an easy in!
