Twilight FanFic Love

Of Scarlet Lace:
Someone once said that scars were a reminder that our past was reality. But Jasper Hale’s scars weren’t merely reminders of his past. No, they were undeniable proof of the monster that he had once been.
Written By Squeeka Cuomo


From Eclipse:


"He held his wrist under the edge of the lampshade beside him, and traced his finger across a raised crescent mark on the pale skin.
It took me a minute to understand why the shape looked strangely familiar.
"Oh," I breathed as realization hit. "Jasper, you have a scar exactly like mine."
I held out my hand, the silvery crescent more prominent against my cream skin than his alabaster.
Jasper smiled faintly. "I have a lot of scars like yours, Bella."
Jasper's face was unreadable as he pushed up the sleeve of his thin sweater higher up his arm. At first my eyes could not make sense of the texture that was layered thickly across the skin. Curved half-moons crisscrossed in a feathery pattern that was only visible, white on white as it was, because the bright glow of the lamp beside him threw the slightly raised designs into relief, with the shallow shadows outlining the shapes. And then I grasped that the pattern was made of individual cresents like the one on my wrist... the one on my hand.
I looked back at my own small, solitary scar - and remembered how I recieved it. I stared at the shape of James's teeth, embossed forever on my skin.
Then I gasped, staring up at him. "Jasper, what happened to you?"