Summary: "As a woman, you must learn your place." - "What's your name again? I want to remember so I can mark it by your ashes." Bella and the Major are water and oil. No one said they'd stay that way. Rated M for many reasons. Bella/Jasper.

Warning: Violence. Vulgarity. Mature subjects. Some sexist views.

Blood, Water, Oil
Chapter 1 - Fight

I don't remember who turned me. I remember the excruciating pain. Flames that burned me from the inside. I wanted to beg for death. To scream to someone, anyone, to kill me. Something prevented my voice from being heard.

When I awoke, there was complete darkness. Even with my extraordinary sight, I couldn't see anything. My other senses took over as a mouth-watering scent invaded my nose. It brought with it more pain. The burning in my throat became unbearable. I ran farther in the darkness. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. I simply ran.

Hot sand. Blinding sun. An abandoned beach served as a tranquilizer. The sound of the blue waves washing onto shore calmed me. The bright sun shone down, causing millions upon millions of small diamonds to glitter; it held a close contrast to the beauty of the ocean. I marveled at the sparkles coming from my body. I was a human-shaped disco ball. I could have been useful in the seventies. The thought made me laugh. The sound of wind chimes rose from my throat.

I heard it. A beating heart. The sound of the soft pounding, pumping fresh blood. Venom pooled in my mouth. I rested a hand on my throat, trying to smother the inferno from the outside. No luck. The scent was getting closer. Instinct took over. I followed the wondrous smell. Crouched in a tree. Watched. Waited. A man. And a little girl. They were licking ice cream cones. The girl had gummy bears on hers. Yum. I used to love gummy bears. She would taste delicious.

Something screamed at me. My conscious. It begged me to listen. This is wrong. They're people. Humans. They don't deserve this fate. I shrugged. I grabbed the man first. His screaming fell to deaf ears. Not a soul could hear him from the caves I had awoken in. I planted my teeth by his neck and tore through the thin skin. He tasted like chicken soup. The crimson cough medicine soothed the ache in my throat. For good measure, I cracked his neck. I didn't want him to wake up like I did. I didn't want him to become a monster, as I was.

The child was next. I couldn't bear to look into her eyes and see her terror. I could already sense it. In a swift motion, I cracked her neck. Sinking my teeth into her warm flesh, I drank her sweet blood. She tasted like hot apple pie on a cool day. And gummy bears. Delicious.

Blood spread to tiny cracks in the earth floor. I was messy with my food. It could get me caught. I had to be more careful.

I spent several months discovering what I could. Many called me a newborn. In my definition, it meant I was volatile and young. Untrustworthy. An impediment to the supernatural world. I was strong and fast, but inexperienced, and a liability.

I wanted to prove them wrong. Constant stares. Bullshit excuses. I wouldn't stand for it. I would learn. I would improve. A kind man named Eleazar took me in. He taught me how to control my thirst. He helped me prove I was no hindrance. He even helped me discover my own gift. I was considered a shield. I kept my mind protected, and other people out. I had yet to find the switch that turned it off, but with more practice I would get there.

Years passed. My newborn strength waned, but the speed did not. I ran for hours at a time. Heavy clothing became unneeded. Blue jeans and an white undershirt were fine. I balked at the idea of shoes. Being barefooted was almost the same, seeing as how my skin resembled the hard nature of granite.

Summer became my favorite season. I yearned for the hot sun that shined brightly, warming my skin. Today the sun was blazing. I welcomed the heat. My snack was directly below me. A child, with dull brown hair and shining blue eyes. She licked her ice cream contently. I could feel the venom pool in my mouth and dribble down my chin.

I was going to grab the girl when I smelt them. More of my kind. Vampires. The oblivious child ran off with her mother. I growled in frustration. I could have had her. They ruined my concentration, and cost me my snack. I climbed down from my spot high above and turned to face them angrily.

They were stunningly beautiful, like all immortals were. Bright red eyes accompanied pale white skin. Two had pale blond hair, the shade of straw. One had light brown hair that was tied back into a ponytail. The last was a woman. She was the needle in her group of haystacks.

She had raven black hair, woven tightly into a single braid descending down her back. Unlike the men, who wore robes of various colors, she had on jeans and a brightly colored t-shirt. She gave me an intriguing look. I leaned into a crouch and prepared myself mentally for battle.

One of the blondes peered at me with wide eyes. He was obviously the youngest, and his eyes were a brighter red than the others. He was a newborn. The older one sneered at me disgustedly. The brunette simply stared, not offering any opinion I could read in his eyes. The older blond spoke once again. "That was a child you were about to feed on." I could hear the disgust in his voice. I grinned, showing off my teeth. "Glad to know you can see. Is there a problem?" I stayed in position. I wouldn't give off any hints that I was weak. The woman stepped forward, and the man stepped back quickly.

"We mean no harm. But this is our territory, and you are intruding on a kill that is not your own." Her voice trilled a pretty melody, like from a harp. Without warning, the older blond thrust himself at me. I step-sided, into a position that allowed me to place my arms around his neck. I planted my lips at his neck and tore as I bit, decapitated him.

His body dropped with a thud. The head fell close to my foot. I kicked it away, giving a feral snarl to the rest of the group. The fight began.

The brunette circled me, watching for a blind spot. I lunged. Our bodies connected, mimicking a clap of thunder. His inadequate attempts to dismember me made me laugh. I grabbed him by the leg and swung downward, pinning him to the ground and gaining the upper hand. I was about to rip him to pieces when I heard it.

Clapping. Low clapping. A man stepped from the shadows. He had honey blond hair that hung to his chin and light red eyes. There was a multitude of colors in them, ranging from dark crimson to topaz gold. It was like they were stained glass.

"Now, now. Is that any way to treat a guest?" His voice was deep, and smooth, and incredibly sexy. He smelled of citrus and lemons. His height was well over mine, somewhere around at least 6 feet. His stride held power. Judging from the way the other two got on their knees as he approached, I would say he was in a position of power indeed.

"Walker," he crooned. The man under me stiffened. In less than a second, I was flat on my back. He was standing, and I'm sure if he could have, Walker here would have shitted himself. I shifted quickly into a hunting crouch, unsure of any danger my way. "Major," Walker cringed. "I'll do better, sir. I promise." Invertebrate. I wondered if they could sell spines. He should buy one.

The blond simply smiled somewhat morbidly. In the time it would have taken me to blink, several things happened.

The man called Major had Walker by the throat. Almost like he was kissing his neck, he separated his head from the cold body. He dropped both and turned to the three of us. His eyes practically glowed as he began to bark orders. "Melinda. You know what to do with the pieces." As he spoke, she nodded and ran off.

He turned to look at the boy. "Jason," his voice was softer, almost loving. "Help me escort our guest to the grounds." I snarled at his demand. I admit, the man intrigued me. With his sexy southern drawl, commandeering stature, and all-around cowboy soldier routine, my curiosity was piqued. But that was no reason for me to walk off with some random man.

"On second thought, I'll take her myself. Why don't you find Vanessa and tell her about the fight you saw." Jason smiled at his request and raced off. I turned to watch the man who had most likely saved me life. He was obviously in charge around here. His voice itself made you feel compelled to obey. He had a certain air of respect around him; something made you think twice before crossing this man.

"Who are you. What the fuck do you want." Something in me made me feel like I should be grateful. And then I shut it up by mentioning I was handling things fine before he decided to ruin a good fight. Asshole.

"Major Whitlock, ma'am. And you would do well to sound grateful to the one who saved you." He didn't sound the least hesitant in what he was saying. Rage was beginning to build when it abruptly subsided. I suddenly felt strangely apathetic towards where he took me. Why would it matter? I was an immortal. I could always escape if things got out of hand.

"Follow me, darlin'." He took my hand. I wanted to pull away and rip his off. I would remove it. Permanently. But I felt a slight tingling where our skin touched. If he felt it, he paid it no mind. We ran at the speed of a lazy vampire, reluctant to run but doing so anyway.

My conscience began to speak to me. Or maybe it was my inner human. I didn't know. But I started to wonder why I didn't care that I was following a strange man I knew nothing about. Almost like the trance was broken, I felt more like myself.

He had let go of my hand as we were running. Without warning, I ran. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't particularly care at the moment. I had to get away from him.

I was overcome with an intense amount of despair. I had to fight it. Something told me these feelings were related to that man. As I shook the feeling off, I smelled him. Behind me. I spun around and once again lowered into a hunting crouch. Loneliness. Despair. They knocked me over and had my head pounding. He simply smiled and yanked me up. His grip on my arm was tight.

My emotions were out of control. Fear. Lust. Rage. Hate. Pain. They had my head swimming, and I desperately wanted out. I gave him a cold glare. We walked. Or rather, he walked while dragging me behind him. I kept to my own thoughts, trying to practice ignoring his presence completely.

We stopped. He gestured to a large iron gate. Curiosity hit me hard again. If needed be, I would leave. I could. I would fight my way out if I had to.

I stepped forward and walked through the gates. They swung closed behind me with a loud ring.

AN:
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