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Chapter 2
Jasper's POV
I was the youngest Major in the Confederate army, and the baddest of the bad during the Southern Vampire Wars for almost a century. They called me the God of War and I was still the most feared vampire in the world.
So what the hell was I doing here with this family going to high school over and over again and fighting with my so called wife over whether or not I could wear a fuckin' pair of jeans without the universe imploding.
Don't get me wrong. I love Alice. She gave me hope. But this shit is just getting ridiculous. I was a grown damn man before I met her and am perfectly capable of dressing myself. I don't mind letting her shop for me, not when it gives her so much joy to do so, but I'm not a damn two year old that needs her to lay my clothes out and brush my hair for me.
And I really don't need to sit here and listen to her lecture me on how appearances are so damn important. It's not as if we're going anywhere special. My plans are to hunt down a couple of animal, do a perimeter run and make sure that bitch Victoria ain't moving on us, then hang out at my waterfall for a few hours, so who the fuck cares if I wear a pair of jeans, a concert tee and my boots? Is the deer I'm going to drain really going to be that concerned with my appearance? Peter and Char's offer to come stay with them is looking better and better every second. I'll have to take them up on that after this cluster fuck with Victoria is dealt with the way it should have been in the first damn place.
Oh. My. Holy. Fuck.
She is still yammering at me.
"Alice!" I growled at her, using the tone I had once used against the newborns in Maria's army. Thank fucking heaven it still works and shut the hell up. Now that I had her attention I used a softer voice. "I'm wearing this. If you have a problem with the way I look, just don't fucking look at me anymore. I'm not going to let you dress me anymore, or tell me what to do and how to do it. I'm eighty fucking years older than you are little girl and I'm though having my life run by you undependable visions."
"Well if that's the way you feel about it Jazzy, I'll just have Jenks draw up the divorce papers tomorrow. We both know that this has been coming for a while. Maybe it's just time now to change our relationship to that of friends." she said. She looked perfectly calm and composed but the emotions rolling off of her were anger, relief, excitement, sadness, love, and lust. She turned and ran out the door. Two seconds later I heard the sound of that ugly ass Porsche Edward bought her roaring down the driveway.
The only thing I can deduce from this is she's going to miss me but she's glad the charade is over and she's already got someone new in mind. Well shit. How do I feel about that?
Pretty much the same way she does, I decide after a moments contemplation, except I don't have anyone new in mind. The only woman I've felt any attraction to other than Alice is Bella, but she's way too timid for me, even if she wasn't Eddie's littly pet.
Speak of the devil, I could feel his emotional signature closing in on the house. Damn! That boy is pissed off, scared to death, and jealous as hell. One of the best things aobut having Bella around, other than her perky little titties and perfect little apple bottom is the fact that she's the irst thing since I joined this coven that made Edward feel some positive emotions. This particularly explosive mix usually means they've been arguing about the dog again. Gotta admit that I'm kinda proud to see the little girl stand up for herself against him, even if it is for the sake of a stinky native.
"Keep that stuff to yourself Jasper. And quit thinking about Bella's apple bottom and perk...cleavage." he said as he gave me a pussy growl.
"I wasn't thinking about her cleavage son. I was thinking about the girls perky little titties. And if you don't like it, stay the fuck out of my head. Just because you can hear them doesn't make my thoughts any less my own." I told him as I pulled my boots on. I was in the mood for a good fight and I would have shown him what a real growl sounded like but I could feel Esme's anxiety and Carlisle's disapproval. Alhtough Carlisle was feeling some humor and agreement mixed in with the disapproval.
Because those titties are just that perky. Wonder if her nipples are pink or brown?
"Stop it!" Edward screamed at me as he kicked in my door and ran at me.
Alright! Looks like I'm going to get my fight in after all! I let loose with a real growl and felt the automatic fear from Carlisle, Esme, Rose, Emmett, and most gratifyingly, from sissy boy himself.
In two tenths of a second I had him against the wall with his arm twisted behind his back and my teeth grazing his neck in the perfect spot for a quick decapitation.
That was incredibly, disappointingly easy. Thankfully, I'll get more of a challenge from the deer I'm about to hunt. "You need to rethink your actions son," I sad softly, "I'm not in the mood to play your little games and I will fuck you up without hesitation if you try and tell me what the fuck I can and can't think about. As long as it's only thoughts about her titties and not actions, it ain't got nothing to do with any business of yours. You got me?"
He whimpered and nodded.
"Good. Now go tell your Mommy all about whatever's got you so upset." I said pushing him away from me with one last twist of his arm, just hard enough to hear the skin begin to crack.
Turns out he didn't have far to go. Esme was already outside the door, waiting for the chance to interfere without getting herself or anyone else hurt, I assumed. I turned to her, expecting to feel disappointment or anger, but what I got was what I should have expected instead. Love. Concern.
"Jasper, you won't leave the family because of what's going on with you and Alice, will you?" she asked surprising me.
I was sure that she was up here to comfort her baby that just got hurt trying to play a game whose rules he didn't know, and here she is worrying about me. It was impossible not to love this woman once you knew her. That was something her and Bella both had in common. Unending and unconditional love for anyone that they deemed as family. I was of the fortunate ones who was deemed as family by both of the two most loving women I'd ever hoped to meet.
"I might go stay with Peter and Char for a while after Victoria is dealt with, but you will alway be family to me Esme, and I will always come back home." I assured her. I was completely honest and I sent her a heavy dose of what I was feeling right then. Love mixed with awe and unworthiness. With my past, I really didn't deserve to belong to such a wonderful family, but they had already accepted me and I would never give up the best thing that had ever happened to me just because Alice and my relationship had come to it's natural end. Esme and Carlisle, Rose and Emmett were real mates and would be together forever, but that had never been the case for Alice and me, and we both knew that it would come to an end eventually. Sixty years was in no way a bad run and I would always love her, it just wasn't the love that mate's had for each other.
Esme came and gave me a hug, surrounding me in the endless love she always exuded. There were times when she was the only reason I could stand to stay in this house. Her love and Carlisle's compassion made even Alice's constant excitement, Edwards angst, Emmett's lust and Rose's unending disappointment bearable.
Esme was holding me and reassuring me silently of her love and my welcome when I became aware of Edward ranting to Carlisle about Bella trying to visit her friends on the reservation and how dangerous it was for her to be around young werewolves.
Idiot.
They weren't even werewolves, they were shifters. It would actually be safer for to be around werewolve whose changes were controlled by the moon rather than shifters who were controlled by emotion, but no point trying to tell Edward that. Emmett snickered softly and snuck out. Judging by the mischief and anticipation he was feeling he was going to go stir up some trouble. Rose was in her room, probably in front of her mirror, exuding disgust and jealously just as she always did when Bella was mentioned.
Carlisle finally got the chance to talk and began to give Edward what I thought was some damn good advice, but judging by the emotions rolling off of him Edward would ignore it and continue to drive the best thing that had ever happened to him further and further away.
Idiot.
I'd been feeling the building discontent and anger in Bella every time she came over lately and I had no doubt that Edward was close to losing her if he didn't do something as simple as listening to the girl.
Oh well. His loss. Some other lucky fuckers gain. Whoever it is better have balls of steel though if he's going to win the approval of all the supernatural creatures she has gathered into her heart. Shit- knowing her, she'll probably attract the attention of yet another supernatural creature. Wonder what's left. Bigfoot? The abominable snowman? No. Not dangerous enough for her. Probably more like a chupacabra. It wouldn't surprise me with Bella. She seems to be very good at exchanging one dangerous monster for another more dangerous monster.
Just as I started to leave my room and go on my hunt I heard Alice's ugly ass car tearing down the driveway and screeching to a halt in front of the garage. I looked out the window, curious about what had her treating her newest toy that way and that could make her feel angry, scheming, triumphant, disappointed and pleased all at once.
She hopped out of the car already hollering for Edward.
Apparently both Bella's and Emmett's futures had disappeared which meant they were going to see the wolves.
Figures.
Edward went roaring out of the house and jumped in his sissy car in a vain attempt to stop them. I rolled my eyes and left for a hunt.
After taking down two deer and being pleasantly surprised by coming across a large mountain lion I headed over to my clearing. It was extremely close to the border, but the beauty of the small waterfall and the peace that seemed to emanate from this area made it well worth the risk of running into the mutts.
When I arrived I was beyond surprised to find Emmett waiting there with waves of excitement, anticipation, awe, and love rolling off of him. "What are you doing here man? I thought I was the only one who knew about this place." I said, getting a huge kick out of startling a jump and a yelp out of him.
"Shit! Don't do that to me man! Eddie's been chasing me nonstop since I dropped Bella off at the treaty line, I thought he managed to sneak up on me!" he scolded.
I just laughed. "Man, I wasn't even trying to sneak, you were just feeling too much anticipation to notice anything." I told him. "When did you find this place and what are you looking for so eagerly?"
"We all found this place a hundred years ago. This is where we signed the treaty with Ephraim Black. I'm waiting for Bella and two of her wolves to come get me. They're letting me on the reservation! I'm going to a werewolf party!" He was practically squealing like a fan girl by the end of his answer. I could understand though. The few times I had been around any of the wolves, in either form, the malevolence, suspicion, and resentment rolling off of them put the mere idea of anything like this ever happening far out of the realm of possibility. Not that I could blame them if they were right about our very presence in the area being the trigger that set off the wolf gene. They were basically robbed of their futures just because we moved into the area. Who wouldn't resent that shit?
That's when I heard the sound of two sets of wolf paws running though the forest towards us. They were still about five miles away but I could feel their pounding paws in my bones, warning of danger, enemy, death. If Bella could really bring vampires and shifters together the way she seemed to be trying to do, then she was nothing short of a miracle worker. Our very instincts screamed that we should fight and kill each other, not party together.
Then I heard something other than the myriad sound of the wolves running towards us. I heard Bella screaming and I began to run towards the end of the clearing where they would be coming out of the trees. Before I got there and broke the treaty I heard what she was screaming and was surprised by the fact that just hearing her voice, without the visual aid of her perky titties or apple bottom was enough to make my cock twitch in interest.
"YEE-HAW! FASTER! FASTER!" she was screaming. Then she started laughing just as her emotions reached me and it was the most beautiful sound accompanied by the greatest feeling I had ever experienced. She was feeling excitement, joy, lust, and just a touch of fear. The breath that I didn't even need hitched in my throat and I was torn between chasing her down and running off with her to someplace private where I could show her what to do with that lust she was feeling, or ripping apart whoever caused that lust in her, cuz it sure wasn't me and all I knew right then was that I should be the only one to make her feel that way.
Whoa! What the fuck is up with that? I might admire her body and love being around her strong and pure emotions, but since when did I want to make her mine? Better get that shit under control son. She belongs to Edward and I'm pretty sure that when that ends, as I know it will, her mutt will be ready to step into the vacancy. Just because Alice and I are finally done with dragging out a dead relationship doesn't mean I need to replace her with someone who already has too many supernatural suitors.
Then they came trooping through the trees and into the clearing and the sight of Bella riding a huge silver wolf, her cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling, with a wet t-shirt and tousled, just got fucked hair, yelling "Whoa Wolfie!" with lust still rolling off of her threw all of my sane, rational cautions out the window.
I knew that Jacob Black was the red wolf, so who the hell is that asshole with Bella's thighs clamped around him and why is he sending off just as much, if not more, lust than Bella is"
Then I smelled her. It had taken a moment for the sweet scent she was putting out to reach me over the stench of the wolves but when the smell of her arousal hit me I began to regret leaving the house every time her and Edward would start one of their doomed make-out sessions to avoid the the frustration and rejection she would inevitably end up sending out. I also wanted to rip off the lucky fur she was rubbing that scent all over right off of his back.
There was no feeling of rejection now, even though both of them were putting out frustration at a low steady level that actually relieved me and worried me at the same time. This was a well known frustration between them. The type you feel with someone you're attracted to but acting on it is not really an option for whatever reason. It reassured that regardless of the mutuality, neither of them had any intentions of doing anything about it. Now I'd just have to keep it that way while I was speeding up the end of her so-called relationship with Edward. There was no way in hell that I wouldn't make her mine now that I'd experienced that sweet scent.
I'd already developed a hankering to taste her blood at that stupid damned party that she hadn't even wanted, but it was now overpowered and subdued by the need to taste the sweet flavor between her legs.
Oh yeah. I had to make her mine. By hook or by crook I was gonna own that ass.
Emmett's POV
Fucking Jasper, damn ghost could make a good living as a creeper if he wanted to. Although he would have some stiff (HA!) competition from Emoward. I don't know how the hell that controlling asshole managed to win someone as hot, smart, and just plain fucking great as Bella for himself.
Not that he would be able to keep her for much longer. We could hear the wolves coming but then we heard something that made my venom run hot in my veins for a moment until I could hear the laughter behind the screams.
Christ! I had never heard a sound like that coming from Bella. No wonder she fought Eddie to visit these mutts if they could get her to make a sound like that. When she started yelling that yee-haw bullshit I glanced at Jasper to see his reaction. Country boy probably got a half chub.
I couldn't hold in the chuckle when I saw that I was right. Good. Rather have him lusting after little sister than moping over Alice. The only thing that surprised me about the end of that relationship was how long it took to happen. Hell, maybe I should help Assward speed up the end of his relationship and then try some of that matchmaking shit between little sis and big bro. I might technically be bigger than Jasper but his age and experience definitely gave him a type of superiority over me. Hell, over all of us if I want to be honest here. The only reason Carlisle leads this coven is because Jasper allows it.
Prickward might be older than me, but his whiny, annoying habit of always fucking butting in where he doesn't belong definitely places him in the slot of little brother in the family dynamics.
At least big bro would treat her right. God knows, he wouldn't have any hang ups about tapping that ass and relieving the frustration that Prudeward always left her in. He would also be better able to protect her, and he wouldn't smother her in the process.
The wolves came barrelling into the clearing, with Bella riding on the back of the silver one, and I was torn between wanting to ogle the wet t-shirt she was flaunting (little sister or not, I am still a man), cover her up and hide the 'perky little titties' Dickward was getting so worked up over, or hop on the other wolf and go for a ride.
"I really don't think any of the wolves are going to let you ride them Emmett." Fucking creeper. Just ruin all my fun, why don't you? The wolves must have heard him because they both let out soft warning growls. Hells Bells' eyes got all wide and shocked and she shifted around on her perch on the wolf's back. I was gonna ask her if she needed a human moment when I realized what must have happened. Wolfie growled and the vibrations got her all wet. Yep. There's that wonderful smell that covers the house when her and Eddie would have one of their pitiful little makeout moments. It was enough sometimes to make me want to forget that she was my little sister and show her what she was missing out on with Fuckward. Guess that should actually be Never-gonna-Fuckward. As wonderful as her arousal smelled, I couldn't help but be grateful that Alice always ran around the house opening the windows to air the yummy wet pussy smell out and covered it with tons of strongly scented flowers.
Dumbass. He's got a hot little thing like her practically rolling over and begging for it and he's too fucking pathetic to give her what she wants. Probably terrified of what would happen if he would just be happy for once in his life. Poor idiot probably wouldn't know what to do with himself if didn't have a reason to hate himself.
Yep. Baby Bells definitely needed to get herself a real man now that she's all grown up.
"Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today." I muttered to myself, ignoring the shot of curiosity Jazz-man sent my way.
Jasper's POV
I decided not to pursue my curiosity. Whatever the hell had Emmett quoting his latest favorite cartoon would come out in the open sooner or later. The determination he was sending out right now was the same level that usually proceeded one of our unexpected moves.
When it wasn't my bloodlust anyway.
What the hell was I thinking a minute ago? I couldn't make Bella mine. Not as long as she was still human. I'd only end up succeeding where I had thankfully failed at the party and making a good meal out of her if I tried. Not like I deserved someone as to-the-core-good as Bella anyway. While I was busy feeling sorry for myself Bella had slipped off of the wolf and walked up to me and I didn't even notice until I felt the heat of her hand on my shoulder. My eyes jerked up against my will and met her chocolate gaze.
"I don't blame you ya know." she said simply with honesty. How the hell did she know what I was thinking? "You're projecting. You were sending out guilt when you looked at me and now you're sending out curiosity. Wait. Understanding now?"
"How could you not blame me Bella?" I asked, honestly curious. She had never once felt any blame towards me for attacking her and causing the family to leave her so many months ago. "There were six other vampires in that room and I'm the only one that attacked."
"That is exactly why I don't blame you Jasper."
Huh?
That made no sense at all and apparently the wolves agreed based on the cautious way they were watching our interaction. The silver one had his eyes fixed on the spot where her hand still rested on my shoulder. Fucker. It's none of his business if she wants to touch me.
"Don't you get it Jasper?" she continued. "There were six other vampires in that room and you felt your own bloodlust as well as theirs. Alice told me once that you're a pretty bad ass vampire so I'm guessing that if you'd really wanted me that night there's no way they could have stopped you. You'd probably have more control than Carlisle if you weren't around the others. I mean shit, you've been dealing with their bloodlust as well as your own, day in and day out, and still spending most of that time in overcrowded high schools with over emotional teens."
When did Bella start cussing? And why did it turn me on so damn much?
"Holy shit Bro!" Emmett exclaimed. "I never even thought about it that way!" Neither had I. You're even more badass than you thought you were.
She had one hell of a point and I couldn't believe I had never seen it before. I did feel everyone's bloodlust that day and every other day, I had just been too busy feeling unworthy of my family to put two and two together and realise why I was always the first one to break in those situations. Great control or not though, it really didn't make much difference. I still didn't deserve to love or be loved by them. Not after the things I have done.
"You are worth it. I can feel what you're feeling right now and you are worth it, Jasper." she said softly squeezing my shoulder. I smiled at her as I remembered saying those same words to her after James had begun to hunt her. She let go of my shoulder and turned away from me. I clenched my hands at my sides to keep them from grabbing her and pulling her back to me. "Do they have someone phased back at the beach just in case?" she asked the wolves. The red one nodded and the silver one tilted his head as if to ask why she wanted to know. "Have him ask Sam if we can amend the amendment for one night so Jasper can come too. Also, have him tell Emily that I think it's important that we have them both." She was feeling smug satisfaction as she said the last line, as though she already knew what the answer would be. Sure enough, a few minutes later the answer came back in the affirmative and Bella let out a sexy little victory whoop. "Let's get a move on then boys! Who will I be riding- AAAH!"
Before she could finish her question the silver one who was still feeling way to much lust for her shoved his filthy muzzle between her legs and pushed her up just high enough into the air that he could take a step forward and have her land on his back again. Naturally she began to slide off so I reached up and steadied her even as Emmett was rushing forward to do the same. She smiled down at me and sent me a shot of gratitude before weaving her fingers into the mutt's fur, kicking his sides like a pro and yelling out a very credible "Giddyup Wolfie!"
They shot off into the trees and I held back just long enough to adjust my cock to a more comfortable position for the hard on I was sure I would have for the next few hours. I was definitely going to have to have this little firecracker who had so much faith in me all for myself. I just had to compete against one other vampire and at least two mutts. Looking at the expression of sheer joy on her face when I caught up to them, hearing her blood rush through her veins and feeling the excitement, trust, love, and happiness rolling off of her I knew that I would do anything to make her mine.
BPOV
When we reached that clearing and I got a good look at Jasper right before Paul growled right between my legs I thought I would die from the lust that shot through me. Good thing I wasn't standing cuz I'm pretty sure I got a little weak in the knees when I saw Jasper in cowboy boots and old faded jeans. Not to mention the Beatles t-shirt stretched taut across his chest. What a chest it was!
How did I not notice how fuckably hot he is before now? Must be Alice's fault. There should be a law that he's never allowed to let her dress him. Ever again.
When I saw the way he was looking at me and felt the guilt he was projecting I couldn't resist the chance to touch him. It was pretty hard to keep it clean. I suddenly wanted to touch him in all sorts of naughty ways. Not that I would ever act on those feelings. He was married to my best friend. Well my best female friend. And my best vampire friend. Jacob was my best wolf friend (I just couldn't bring myself to look at Paul as only a friend, no matter what he had decided) and him and Emmett were neck and neck for the position of my best male friend.
Besides the fact that he was married to one of my best friends, up until ten seconds ago I had thought of him as a brother. A rather distant brother, but a brother none the less. I really shouldn't suddenly be thinking about the all the different places I would like to taste him. If he tasted anywhere as good as he smelled, I'd probably gorge myself on him!
Even as I was telling Jake and Paul to ask if we could bring Jasper, I knew it was a bad idea. Especially since I planned on drinking a few beers tonight. Better keep it to no more than three or I might say something I'd really rather not have anyone knowing.
Something sick about lusting after my brother figure.
When he caught up to us in the woods and ran next to me I had to force my eyes away from the beautiful smile he gave me and focus on holding onto Paul's fur so I wouldn't follow through on the urge to throw myself at Jasper.
Focus on something else Bella, get your mind off of how incredible fuck hot your best friends husband is so you don't do anything stupid tonight.
Don't listen to her! I think you should try leaning back a little bit and see if you can't get a good look at how his ass looks in those jeans. I bet it's worth the possible concussion if you fall off.
I hate to admit it, but I'm gonna have to listen to Stergile on this one, Drunken. Only bad things can follow that train of thought. Gonna have to find something else to think about.
Ooooh! I know!
I leaned forward closer to Paul's ears and whispered "Are you gonna take me over the edge like Jacob did when we get back to the cliffs?" I noticed and ignored the shocked looks that Emmett and Jasper sent me, though I did wonder why Jasper looked angry.
Paul barked once and I took that as a yes and let out a little whoop of excitement. I couldn't help but wonder what Jasper thought of the anticipation that was now running wild inside me, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. I'd have to sort out these all kinds of wrong thoughts I was having about Jasper at a later time. Right now I had a cliff waiting to be jumped off of and a few beers waiting to be drunk to focus on. Everything else could wait.
After all, the water in the Nile is warm and soothing. As long as you ignore the crocodiles under the surface.