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WARNING: This story contains corporal punishment in later chapters.
A/N: Hello my lovely readers! I'm sorry I've been MIA for so long! I've been slowly piecing the start of this story together over my sparse spare time! I really hope you all enjoy it, as I've put a lot of work into it! And without further ado, I give you, my first EVER Jasper & Carlisle story!
Frustration. The feeling was rooted strong and deep in my chest as I ran towards home.
It had been a rotten hunt. I hadn't found much in terms of game on an expedition with my brothers. And if that wasn't enough my brothers had worked my last nerve. Teasing and bickering with each other the whole trip. Relentlessly. And they actually were able to find the big game... while I wasn't able to track more than a few bucks. That certainly put a sour spin on the trip.
I had gotten so irritated by them both that I finally called it quits and headed home early... not before some teasing banter from them, however. That did not help improve my mood.
Now as I ran I focused my thoughts on Alice. She would help quell the mounting negative energy that was wearing me down... pressing on me like heavy weights on my chest. Just being near her I would absorb so much love and happiness... she was everything good in life. She was my light and I needed her to shine.
I should be able to sense her soon... just a bit further.
I pushed myself a little harder at the thought, eager to see my happy little ball of light. My everything.
But as I got closer I wasn't sensing her happiness, as I should have been. No, I was picking up... regret, sadness and guilt? What was going on here? Why was my wife upset?
I didn't like anything that upset my Alice. Any ease I may have gotten from thinking of my mate was quickly eradicated with a growl, as my previous frustration and irritation grew again. I was going to get to the bottom of this.
Following Alice's emotional energy I tracked her down in the kitchen. She was standing meekly with her eyes on the floor in front of Carlisle. He stood watching her with his arms crossed, Esme close behind him. They all looked up as I entered the room.
"What's going on here?" I demanded. "Alice, what's the matter?"
"Nothing to concern yourself with Jasper." Carlisle answered smoothly. "I was just having a talk with Mary Alice."
Mary Alice. Carlisle doesn't usually refer to my wife by her given name unless there's trouble. I quickly turned to my little bride, making sure to step between her and Carlisle. She was still projecting guilt and sadness though now I was picking up a hint of surprise mingled in with the stronger two.
"What's going on Alice?"
Alice cleared her throat. "It's nothing Jasper. Really. Just a talk." She looked up at me pleadingly. "Don't get all worked up." She added in a whisper.
"Obviously this isn't nothing." I stated, ignoring her subtle warning. I turned to Carlisle and glared. "What have you said to her? You've upset her!"
I felt a spike of annoyance from him in response but he didn't reply. Instead he turned his attention back to Alice who was still standing timidly behind me.
"Mary Alice, going along with Edward and making Bella stay here against her will was unacceptable," He said sternly, his tone clipped. "I do no–"
A low growl bubbled up my throat. I did not appreciate being ignored nor the manner in which he was addressing my wife. Fueled by the emotions filling the room, I was beyond thinking with complete clarity.
Esme and Alice both gasped. Carlisle, on the other hand, stopped speaking and immediately turned to me. He quirked a brow, eyes challenging, and spoke slowly. "Did you just growl at me?" He asked. I didn't answer, but continued to glare at him. "This is really none of your concern Jasper." He continued, his voice low and deep with annoyance at my behavior. "I'm simply talking with Alice about her behav–"
I cut him off. "She is MY mate. This is certainly my concern."
"Jazz." Alice whispered placing her small hand on my arm. I put my hand up, signaling to her to wait. She complied with a small sigh.
Carlisle, however, was quickly loosing patience, and I was unintentionally absorbing every ounce of his irritation, in turn doubling my own.
"You will watch your tone when speaking to me Jasper Whitlock Cullen." He warned.
"You will watch your tone when speaking to my mate!" I shot back.
Alice groaned behind me. I felt her disbelief, worry and disappointment begin to seep into my skin, starting at my back and creeping along the rest of my body. I tried my best to ignore it and focus on Carlisle... but her disappointment stung and I barely controlled a wince.
Carlisle stared me down in an eerie, angry, silence. He was not at all happy with how I was speaking to him and his displeasure thrashed against me like waves beating a rocky shore. I welcomed in the emotional force of it and used it to push away Alice's disappointment and fuel my own emotions. I met his angry glare with one of my own.
When I heard Alice let out another small "Jazz," I snapped out of the stare down. Quickly, I turned from Carlisle and gently took hold of Alice and tugged her along with me towards the door. "Come on Alice," I said tersely.
"But –" Alice stuttered, as I pulled her along. "Jazz... please... Just listen–"
"Jasper I am not finished speaking with Alice." Carlisle said behind me, his voice soft and dangerous.
"Oh yes, I believe you are." I snapped in reply and continued to pull a flustered Alice towards the entryway.
"Jasper!" I heard Esme, who had remained quiet this whole time, gasp softly. She was greatly disappointed and surprised at my disrespect.
"Jasper, that is enough of this! You will let go of Alice and get yourself to your room to wait for me this instant."
I ignored him and kept moving toward the door.
Suddenly Carlisle appeared in front of me. I let out a grunt of irritation and moved to pass him, still dragging Alice behind me. She was softly pleading with me to listen to my father.
Carlisle had, had enough. As I attempted to brush by him, he grabbed me firmly by the upper arm, stopping me in my tracks with a slight jerk. Unsuccessfully, I tried to shrug him off.
"Jasper Whitlock Cullen..." I froze.
"Did you just disobey a direct order?" He asked me in a voice so low it was almost a whisper. He may has well have screamed it. We all knew what it meant when he used that tone of voice... it meant serious trouble.
Through his grip on my arm I felt his vexation, buzzing angrily against my skin, then tingling through my veins. Even with all the emotional displeasure he was radiating, I suddenly felt my own evaporate.
Maybe it was his hold on my arm, or simply the tone of his voice; or maybe it was the words he infused with it, words that flung me back, called out to the soldier in my past. Either way I immediately felt my grip release its hold on Alice and my face turned down to look at the floor in submission.
Carlisle looked me over, taking in the changes in my body language. I felt his anger lessen slightly as he nodded sharply and let go of my arm.
"Do I need to repeat that order?" He asked.
"No sir." I whispered, shaking my head, eyes still trained to the floor.
"Good. Then up the stairs with you." He ordered, giving me a slight nudge in their direction. "I will join you shortly."
I quickly did as I was told.
"And Jasper?" He called out to me as I reached the bottom of the steps.
I paused and turned to face him meekly.
"Sir?"
"That is the last bit of disobedience I am to get from you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir." I murmured.
Satisfied for now, he dismissed me with a nod and turned back towards the kitchen, where Esme and Alice now waited for him. And I, not wanting him to mistake sluggishness for disobedience, hurried up the stairs.
A/N: Well there you are all! Chapter one! I hope you enjoyed it! Please do review and tell me what you think!