Emmett: C'mon say it.
Me: NEVER!
Jasper: For me?
Peter: Or me?
Me: Oh fine, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters, no matter how I wish I did. Nor do I own Jasper by: Nicole Chittle.
Peter and Jasper: Thank you sug'.
"What if she doesn't like me?" I asked my brother. Though not by blood Jasper and I were as close as brothers, he was my sire. He created me and brought me into this world. For that he had my eternal gratitude.
"First of all bro she's our," here he gestured to our other brother Emmett and himself," descendent. So if we like you then she most likely will, too. Second of all if she really is your mate like Alice says she is then she'll take an instant likein' to ya." I nodded at this, he was probably right. As I nodded the fucker gave me a shit eating grin, the very one he always told me to wipe my and I quote "fugly ass face".
We were on our way the Dallas adoption agency to pick a girl that Jasper and Emmett had adopted. This girl wasn't just any girl, no, she was my mate and Jasper and Emmett's descendent. Their last actually, though none of knew how that had happened. Emmett's great-great-great niece married Jasper's lord knows how many greats grand granddaughter. Turns out Jasper impregnated a local girl. The girl died while giving birth to the child so Jasper's brother adopted it.
So after Alice informing them of all this they decided to adopt her. Her name was Annabelle Laurel-Maria McCarty-Whitlock. She was twelve years old, but that was fine I would wait for her. I being a vampire meant that I would never age. Physically I was twenty years old.
"Peter. Peter! Captain Peter Jasper Whitlock!" Jasper said.
My head immediately snapped up and I said, "Yes sir!"
"Peter we're here. Calm down." Emmett said as Jasper pushed calm into me for the fifth time that day. I nodded and we all walked into the adoption center to find a lady waiting for us.
"Ah," she exclaimed when she saw us, "You must be here to get Bella!" she beamed at us and shook our hands. "Before I take you to her I feel I must ask. Are you and Mr. Cullen gay?" I almost laughed at that, because I saw Jasper and Emmett's eyes widen. I decided to intervene.
"No, ma'am, Jasper and Emmett are both happily married to two beautiful women." She'd nodded and I thanked god she wasn't the prying type. Jasper and Emmett shot me a grateful glance and I nodded at them. The lady, who said that her name was Mrs. Love, led us down a long corridor and turned right at the end.
"Sorry to leave you so soon, but there are others leaving today. She's in room 666." With that she flashed us a smile and walked away. Looking around and seeing I saw that no one was around we ran vampire speed to her door. But once we got there we froze. Coming from inside her room was a beautiful voice singing a song full of pain and sorrow.
"Searching for the answers,
Thanking god I found you,
I'm still fighting my ways,
But I know you're here to stay"
The singing abruptly stopped as if the singer knew we were there.
"Well, don't stand there like a bunch of idiots, though you most likely are doesn't mean you need to act like one!" a woman's voice yelled at us. "Stupid vamp males, they think just because they're vamps they can be stuck up bitches. If they knew I was descendent of the greatly feared Major Jasper Whitlock and that I was a McCarty they would not act so." We heard her mutter. As soon as she finished that last word we opened the door and walked in. We saw her packing up her guitar and setting it on her bed.
I looked around and realized that her room was that of a soldier's. It was sparsely furnished and had no personality. Odd.
"Hello miss, we're here to take ya home." Jasper drawled shoving as much southern charm into that sentence as possible. Emmett ever the idiot rushed up to her and gave her one of his signature bear hugs. Fear flashed in her eyes and she kneed him in a very sensitive spot that made me wince, whipped out a knife and had it against throat and him on the floor in a matter of seconds. Her eyes had wildness in them for a while before she realized what she'd done.
She got off him and whispered in fear and worry, "Fuck, I'm sorry." Then she backed away. I saw both Emmett's and Jasper's eyes soften. When we had first seen her she had looked much older than her age, sounded older too. But now she looked like a small child. Slowly she approached Emmett as he got up and asked, "Did I hurt you Mr. McCarty?" Fuck, how'd she know his name?
"Naw, I'm fine. I shouldn't have rushed up on you like that." He said gently. Damn right you shouldn't have.
"I am not used to men coming up like that. Well ones that I don't know, but you do smell like someone I knew once…. Never mind. So Major Whitlock, where exactly is home?"
"The Whitlock ranch, please call me Jasper, him Peter and him Emmett." She nodded.
"So you're veggiepires? And my ancestors? Well except you Peter. She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Yes and yes miss." I answered
"Oh please call me Anna, Annie, Laurel, Laurie, Whitty, or Belle. I answer to all, just never ever call me Maria or Mari." She said and I could of sweared she shuddered. We nodded, none of liked the name Maria either though I'm sure for different reasons I'm sure.
Then she realized we were still stand and gestured for us to sit anywhere. She sat on her bed and I next to her, Jasper sat at her desk and Emmett on the floor. When I sat next to her she subconsciously let go of tension none of us knew she was holding.
I heard her stomach rumble and she stood up. "I'm going to get lunch y'all comin'" she asked us. We nodded and stood up. We followed her to the cafeteria. When we got there we saw that about five others were eating lunch early as well. "My friends and I always eat lunch earlier than most." She got a club sandwich, some fries and a fruit punch Snapple. She led us up to a table where the five others were sitting. She high fived and fist pumped them all.
"Qui sont-ils?" one girl asked. Oddly she was speaking French. Basically she said: Who are they?
"Mr. Peter Whitlock, non biologiques, Mr. Emmett McCarty and Major Jasper Whitlock, a la fois biologiques. IIs sont cool." Translation Mr. Peter Whitlock, not biological, Mr. Emmett McCarty and Major Jasper Whitlock both biological. I wonder what she meant by that.
"Oh...are they...?" Laurie nodded, I had decided to call her Laurie. No one in the group looked happy at this, for some reason.
"Etes-vous sur que vous pouves leur faire confiance? Ils sont des vampires?" Another asked. translation: Are you can trust them? They are vampires. Again why the fuck are they speaking french?
"Sarah, they are my family. I promised Mrs. Love that I wouldn't fuck this one up. I'm a Whitlock AND a McCarty, we tend to keep our promises. Why, my mama'd have my hide if i ever broke one like this!"