Disclaimer: I hate these things, but they are necessary. I own nothing recognizable. The plot, and the pleasure palace are the property of both myself and jaspers temptress.
Chapter one: Breaking Down
BPOV
I walked off of the plane into the horrible weather of Seattle. My father, Marcus, and my mother Didyme, had told me what to do once I made it here. I was to find my car and head straight to the house I had bought for myself and my siblings. I say my siblings, but they really aren't. They are the only people in this world I trust.
You see, I can't trust anyone with the secret of what we are. We are all vampires. I was the only one born into this life, the rest were bitten and turned. My father is considered vampire royalty, he married my mother while she was human and I was conceived on their honeymoon. I was considered a Halfling, half human, half vamp. When my eighteenth birthday came around my father gave me the choice to either stay the way I was, or be turned, I chose to be turned.
My sisters Rosalie and Esme were both turned because their husbands, the bastards, beat them so badly they almost died. If it hadn't been for my uncle Aro, neither one of them would be around.
Kate, Tanya, Jane, and Victoria were attacked by something on a camping trip, and my father turned them. They were the closest to actual sisters to me, because it was my father's venom that turned the four of them.
My 'cousins' Maria, Charlotte, and Carmen were turned during the civil war. They were the most lethal of all of us. Charlotte and Carmen really are sisters; they were turned when their home was burned to the ground. Maria met up with them while they were traversing the states looking for somewhere to settle. With Maria came a pixie like little tagalong named Alice. Alice is just Alice, there are no words to describe the demon pixie from hell, but she's one of us, and we love her.
That leaves Angela and Laurent. Angela is immortal, but not a vampire like the rest of us. Angela is a witch, that's why she was living in Volterra. My father and uncles found her as an infant when they went on a hunting trip. Angela's father had died, leaving Ang and her mother alone. Ang's mother took ill, and died. This left Angela alone in the home. When they found her, they took an immediate liking to her and figured they could raise her. They would later give her the choice to be turned or not. She became a real asset to the coven with her powers. Angela brought Laurent to us. She had stumbled upon the lonely nomad when she was traveling around France on one of her yearly vacations.
That brings me back to the present. I was ready to head to the house. My siblings would meet me there, and we would have a little party once we were settled in.
I called my parents to let them know my plane hadn't crashed, like that would hurt me, but it was a common courtesy to them. With a smile on my face once the call was out of the way I walked into my new home.
It was absolutely huge, plenty of bedrooms for me and my siblings, as well as our pets. I don't mean animals. We kept human pets, strictly for our pleasure, not to eat them. I checked my reflection in the mirror to make sure my eyes were still silver and got everything ready for when they would arrive.
It was only a couple of hours before they showed up, and the party was in full swing in no time.
I heard a gong sounding through the house and walked swiftly to the door to answer.
"Hello. May I help you?"
JPOV
"Peter, where is the spare?" I called from almost inside the trunk.
"Ummm…"
"Where the hell is the spare Peter?"
"The spare is on the car; in fact the spare is the one that blew."
"Shit Peter, what are we going to do now?"
"I saw a house about a mile back, that's probably the closest thing to us in this area."
"What kind of moron goes on a road trip without making sure there is at least a temporary tire in the trunk of their fucking car? I know daddy taught you better than that." I reached up and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Shut up Jazz. Let's get to walking."
"I swear this is like something out of a horror movie. Or even worse the fucking Rocky Horror Picture Show. If I die and you live, I'm going to fucking haunt you the rest of your days. Hell, I'll haunt you in your afterlife too you sorry sack of shit."
He was just standing there with an amused smirk on his face.
"Are you quite finished you whiny little bastard?"
"Yeah yeah, but if a hunchback with stringy blond hair or a man dressed in lingerie answers the door I'm fucking running."
"Whatever Jazz."
We took off walking the mile back to the house. I won't lie, I was completely creeped out, and I wanted to turn around and lock myself back in the safety of the car. But I had to go with him, he may be the stupidest son of a bitch on the planet, but he's my brother and I love him. Seriously though, who the hell sets out on a road trip without a spare tire? I didn't think to check on that, because I thought my brother had at least half a brain.
We made it to the house, and I swear it looked like something out of a bad horror movie. I half expected something to grab one of us and carry us off for slaughter. I wouldn't have been surprised if leatherface had jumped out at us brandishing his chainsaw.
But pushing all thoughts of serial killers aside, I joined him at the door awaiting an answer to the gong like doorbell he had just set off.
"Hello. May I help you?"
I looked up into a pair of quicksilver eyes. I was mesmerized, I couldn't even think of my own name. Peter finally shook himself out of his trance and answered her.
"Our tire blew out a little ways down the road; do you have a phone we could use?"
"Of course, come on in. May I ask your names?"
"I'm Peter, and the mute over there is Jasper."
"Welcome, please make yourself at home while I go grab the phone."
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A/N: I'm not in my element with this story, but this is the first chapter. Hopefully it will be better, once our loverly dominant females show their true colors. Bella and her siblings will start playing very soon. This story will be pretty much nothing but lemons starting in a few chapters.