Am I the Beast or the Beauty?

Chapter 1:

Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I am just playing with her characters. I own Rebecca and that is it. Enjoy!

Rebecca's P.O.V.-

"Mom, you can't expect me to be okay with this…" I said rather loudly towards my father who wanted absolutely nothing to do with this argument. He was playing peacemaker as usual but today I really needed him to be on my side.

"I get you don't want to go." She said rather sadly, "But at least go for us. We need a vacation, just your father and I and if that means sending you out to Texas to live with your great aunt for a little while then it means you're going to do it."

I huffed, packing my bags and glaring at my father for some help. "Seriously dude? Nothing? Not going to help me out even a little on this one? I know you do not want to go… You hate shit like that."

"Language!" My mother chastised, even though she swears like a sailor most of the time anyways.

"Right, mom." I narrowly missed rolling my eyes if it had not been for the look on my mother's face. She looked damn near ready to cry and I had no idea why. Maybe she got dust in her eye from all the summer wear we pulled out of the closet. Living in Oregon did nothing for a decent tan, so I was always in winter clothes, except in the actual summer, which only lasted about 3 months in the entire year. It did not help that she was sending me to one of the hottest states in the entire country… She couldn't have sent me to Colorado with our cousins. No, she had to send me to a vicious old hag who always complained about my band t-shirts and my multiple ear piercings. At least I didn't pierce my face up like my sister and then complain about how everyone stares at her nose all the time. I laughed softly at the thought.

Boy, my sister was a weird one. We shared the same taste in music, but that was it for the sibling alike-ness. She had naturally black hair that she got from my father and stunning blue/green eyes that held a mischievous glint in them. I have a red/auburn color in my hair and have hazel eyes, although my sister prefers to call them "poo-poo eyes." I don't know where I got my hair from, my mom is a brunette as well as my dad. However, she did say something about a grandfather having red hair? Not sure, anyways, back to the story! Where as she is sarcastic and snarky, not to mention very quick-wit, I am polite and careful, always over-analyzing things to the fullest until I work myself up into a frenzy. Things were just great. I swear, my sister could get away with murder…

She got lucky and got to go to the cousins in Colorado because she was younger and needed "more attention" as my mom liked to call it. She asked nicer than I did, and by nicer I mean she begged the shit out of my parents to let her go. She even worked herself up into a tantrum! Therefore, sighing, I was stuck with the mean old aunt whose house will probably smell like old soap and in the state that never gets any water. Great.

As we made our way to the airport, I put my headphones in, just trying to escape reality for the dull hour in the car. We were set for Portland airport and boy, was I not happy. Seether calmed my nerves as we drove in a steady highway, slowing very little because of the time. Did I mention it was 3 A.M? Way too fucking early.

As always, the airport was packed. I checked in and waved goodbye to my parents as I boarded the plane. I didn't know how long I would be staying for, so my parents made me have 2 carry ons and 2 huge suitcases. I think my entire wardrobe was packed in there, and that mainly consisted of jeans and band tees.

When the plane was flying at 10,000 feet, I finally fell asleep, having been up for nearly 36 hours. The captain saying we were making our way into Texas, near El Paso, woke me up. I was groggy for about 10 minutes and the boy next to me laughed. I shot him a glare, I was in no mood for someone to piss me off. When we landed, I hurried to the loading station where they had the bags and grabbed my two suitcases. Thankfully, the rain in Oregon didn't drench them too much and only the suitcases were wet.

Renting a car was not as exciting as it sounded. They barely had any selections, but I managed to find one they wanted to save for someone else. But with the proper persuasion, they handed over the keys the a 1966 Mercury Comet, primer gray. It ran like a beauty, or a beast. Nonetheless, it was badass and I enjoyed tearing through the streets at 6 a.m. I arrived at my aunt's house earlier than I wanted to, so, leaving my luggage in the car, I took a walk around the neighborhood. Upon my exploring, I found a lovely little creek that hid the rising sun just right. I breathed in the warm air. Perhaps this trip wasn't going to be that bad. Taking off my Doc Martins, I curled my toes into the icy cold water, relishing the feeling of home. As I sat there, I had a feeling I was being watched, but shrugged it off to it only being my nerves of reacting to a new place. Getting up and brushing the dead leaves from my butt and back, I walked, Docs in hand back towards my car, with a strange sense of peace and tranquility.

The Major's P.O.V.-

She was by far the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my entire existence… Long auburn hair that was tied loosely in a low ponytail, Pink, full lips that were made for kissing and gorgeous hazel eyes that spoke of kindness, yet unnoticed pain. Jasper could feel it and reacted almost instantly to the tortured human. Her hips swayed in a soft way, not alluring like most women now-a-days, but with confidence and I found that sexy as hell. It was I, however who had caught the scent and pushed Jasper out of control. She had smelled divine. Like cinnamon, caramel and a hint of rose. It still intoxicated me, and she was now miles away. I had to find out where she was living… I had to find out if she even lived here, or if she had a husband or boyfriend, or even girlfriend for that matter. All I know is that both of us, Jasper, and me, The Major want her as our own. Plain and simple. She will be mine.

I called the only person who would know who she was. He answered on the first ring. "Her name is Rebecca Quinn, she turned eighteen 4 months ago. She is single, no previous marriages, no priors. She will be living with her great aunt over on Mulberry because her parents wanted a vacation. She doesn't know how long, but judging her mom's reaction, I'd say she'll be here for 6 months at the least." He finished, the Major smirked and shook his head. "OF course you would know that's what I was going to ask, Peter…" The captain laughed over the phone and then stopped. "She will be excited to meet you; she was never one to shy away from strange things. And get this, she hates pixie bitch as soon as she meets her!"

The Major grimaced; the 'Pixie bitch' as Peter called her was Alice, his ex. So Alice was planning on visiting with Rebecca here… Sounds like his little human had some trouble coming her way…