Okay, so this is another new story from yours truly. I honestly hope you enjoy it:) It is entirely from Jasper's point of view. I don't own the series or any of the fabulous characters. They are all property of the wonderful Stephanie Meyer. I may forget to write that on every chapter, so this applies to the entire story. Kay? Kay. Onward, unicorn army!

Taming of the Shrew is property of William Shakespear(and is a fabulous play to read:D so do it!)

I sat in my bunker with some privates I had recruited and sighed. I reached under my bunk and pulled out a stack of paper with a leather sheet on the front and back that served as a journal and a steel tipped pen. I opened up to the first available page and began to write.

October 1, 1861- 8:43 p.m.

The war is taking its toll on all of us here. The recruits cannot seem to make it through a night without jumping at every shot fired. I guess I could be a little easier on them. I know they were drifted in, maybe even volunteered by friends. It must be hard. I am their Major,so I demand that respect, but still, it'd be pleasant to have a real friend here. I know I chose this myself, but what was I thinking, working so hard, becoming a Major at only seventeen. And now, to think that I very well may die before I should ever set my eyes upon her, the girl who would make my heart sing and erupt from joy. I may never meet the woman I would call my wife. Even at seventeen, I know that I want a family. I often find myself still thinking of the wavy blonde hair of my young sister at home. At age fourteen, Rosalie is still the most beautiful woman I have ever met and I know that, like many other men from our town, I would have come to her father and asked to court her, were she not my dear sister. I hope she is well and love finds her soon. I know my brother, Peter, is safe and well, as he is a soldier in my platoon. I refused when they offered him a different officer. I need my piece of home. The war frightens him. He fears he may never return to his darling Charlotte. I envy him the love they share. At least he'd had a taste of it if he were to fall. I never would.

I was disturbed by Alexander, my aide-de-camp, and his loud, trampling feet. He was running. This I knew without looking up. He paused in front of me and gasped for breathe. "Speak, Alec," I said, voice firm, but yet, I still sat, rereading the words I had wrote. "Sir, it is Private Harris. He has passed. Dysentery claimed another strong fighter from us," he explained. I growled. "Damn disease. I would rather the damned Yankees take us out than this. At least then, we'd have a fighting chance," I yelled, grabbing a random object off of a makeshift table and chuckedd it at a nearby tree. I sighed. I wasn't upset that he died of the disease. That's understandable. I was just so angry that another human, a son to a strong Confederate family, had fallen. I sat back down on my bunk, my head falling into my hands. "Damn it all," I whispered. I couldn't handle this. I was only seventeen. Not that they knew that when I was drafted. I was eager to fight, to protect my father and mother, my dear sweet sister. I lied to fight for the lifestyle that I knew, that I loved. To every other soul here, I was twenty years old. I sighed and lifted my head to Alec. He waited for orders patiently, his blue eyes a tad upset over the loss and his blonde hair a mess. I knew Alec had come from a wealthy family and he had been able to bathe everyday. The war must be torturing him. The dirt, filt, and taking orders. The hardest part must be being separated for the first time from his identical twin. he spoke fondly and often of Jane, her warm smile, her caring tendicities at times. During his stories, I was often reminded of Kate from Shakespear's Taming of the Shrew. There was times where I wondered if I'd ever meet my sweet Bianca.

"Prepare the usual send off. If you are questioned, you tell them Major Whitlock approved it. Do you understand?" I asked, voice getting firmer. He nodded. "sir, yes, sir," he confirmed. I smiled, something I rarely did anymore. "Dismissed," I answered. He smiled and ran off to find the body. I sighed when the teen was out of sight. The sun had been long set, so I had decided to turn in.

By the light of the Texas moon, I saw a shimmer of long chestnut hair and a blue dance past my bunk and into the forest. I knew those trees were lined with Union soldiers just on the other side. I rose from my bed when she crossed my path again. Chocolate eyes bore into my blue ones and she smiled, teeth perfectly white and straight. I felt my cheeks flush red as a pale, warm hand grazed my cheek. I smiled shyly. "Hello, soldier," she whispered. I tipped my head to her. "Evenin' ma'am. You do realize it's late and Northern troops lay just on the other side of these here trees," I pointed out stupidly. She giggled and I felt my cheeks burn more. She nodded. "Who are you, soldier?" she asked, moving her hand from my cheek to play with the skirt of her dress. I wanted to tell that the shade of blue she was wearing was doing amazing, tantalizing to her skin, but I kept my mouth shut. ""Major Jasper Whitlock at your service," I drawled. She smiled and my heart skipped a beat. "Major? Well, that makes this evening so much more entertaining. Escort me to my home in the city?" she asked. I smiled. "Ma'am, I would be honored to, but I'm afraid that we may not be able to leave this here clearing till morning at the earliest," I explained. She giggled again and the sound warmed my heart. "Well, you are unable, mister rebel, but I surely can. The union may be a pack of pretentious old fools, but they are wise enough not to shoot at a lady," she pointed. I smiled. Beautiful and fearless. She's much more like a Katherine than Bianca, but I felt as if she were hiding something, much as her similar character. I smiled at the comparison. I found myself feeling more as Petruchio rather than Lucentio. I should reread the play. "Ma'am, if you wouldn't mind, could you give me your name?" I asked, dazed. I knew my attempts were frivious. With her beauty and grace, she was most likely being courted by a wealthy gentleman from the city. The woman flipped her chestnut hair over her shoulder, shot me a sly smile, and wandered off into the trees. I moved to case her, but her laugh seemed to move faster than I could contemplate. She always seemed just out of reach.

I lurched from my bunk in a cold sweat. The sun had yet to rise, so I reached for the small gold pocket watch my father had given me before I left. Four twenty six. I thought back to the beautiful woman. Was it all a dream? The long, beautiful chestnut hair that fell in soft waves? The chocolate eyes that seemed to melt me to a puddle when they catch my gaze? Her sweet yet tantalizing laugh that screamed trouble? Had I imagined this perfect, amazing creature? I wasn't sure. I did know one thing, though. I had to make it through this war, simply to find that divine creature.

I grabbed my journal, knowing that this sweet woman was worthy of every page I had left to fill, and even pages that were filled to the edge. With my pen in hand, I remembered every detail about her.

October 2, 1861- 4:26

The dream, it felt so real. The way her chocolate eyes gleamed with mischief and excitement made my heart beat faster. This woman, whether she is real or not, was amazing, and prefect in every way. I wish I could see her tempting smile one last time. I longed for her sweet laughter in my ear. I beg for her soft caress. I have fallen for a dream. I am falling in love with a figment of my imagination. I ust wish I had gotten a name from her. Even if I had envisioned her, no name ever thought of could compare to her immeasurable beauty. She put even Rosalie to shame with her simple smile and a bat of her long eyelashes. Her skin seemed to glow from the delicate blue gown she had worn. It was pale, but not in the sickly, ghastly way I've become accustomed to these past few months. I am beginning to question whether it is Bianca I need, or if it just may be a sharp tongued, shrewy Katherine. Who was that woman in my dream and will I ever see her again?

So? What do you think? Just FYI, some characters may come off more of Vampire Diaries characters just because that's my current obsession. Paul Wesley is just so... UNF! If only he wasn't 30 :( that just breaks my heart. Anywhoo! Review for a preview!