Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything Twilight. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.
WARNING: This story contains corporal punishment in later chapters. If you do not like that in stories, please discontinue reading this one.
A/N: Hello! Thank you all so much for the WONDERFUL reviews! I'm truly overwhelmed with the response I've gotten with this story! And only one chapter in! You all are amazing! So without further ado, since I know you are all excited, here's chapter too!
Stupid! Imbecile! Idiot! I mentally berated myself as I paced the floor of Alice and my bedroom.
I knew better than to disrespect Carlisle's authority that way! What was I thinking, letting emotions get the best of me like that? Cretin! Simpleton!...
After I'd called myself every version of 'idiot' known to Webster, in several languages, I finally stopped pacing and took a deep, un-needed breath.
Better. I thought. Though how this situation could possibly be made any 'better' with some pacing and harsh self-castigation, completely escapes my understanding.
Shaking my head, I let out a sigh, and threw in one more mental name-call for good measure. Moron.
Satisfied enough with my internal scolding for the moment, I decided to cast out and test the emotions of my family members still conversing quietly below.
I sensed Alice first. Always Alice first. She was still emitting quite a bit of guilt, but now along with that worry and disappointment warred strongly. She was upset by whatever Carlisle was rebuking her for, but she was also upset with me and my unruly behavior.
I winced.
That hurt quite a bit. The feeling of her emotions towards me settled deep in my skin and wrapped tightly around my heart. Ashamed, I quickly searched for the others' emotions.
Esme. Patience, understanding, and disappointment as well. Upsetting Esme was almost as hurtful as disappointing Alice.
Swallowing hard, I moved on to Carlisle. He was still cross, though much less so than before. I also sensed a sadness about him. I could certainly guess what that related to. He loathed having to chide any of us, whom he considered his children. And what pained him the most was being forced to deliver any sort of discipline, like that of which he would soon, I was sure, deliver unto me. I flinched a bit at the thought.
I hated being disciplined. It was an unpleasant and often confusing experience. My ability made sessions difficult to both parties involved, as I tended to project my emotions unintentionally. It's much harder to control my output when... under such duress.
Not to mention the fact that it was a child's punishment. Though I'd rather take a child's punishment than what I'd seen other coven leaders inflict upon disobedient followers.
An involuntary shudder ran through me at the memories. No, Carlisle was a saint, and I would take what was due without argument.
Of the younger members of the coven– family (I corrected myself with a small smile)– Alice and myself required the least amount of correction. Alice was never corporeally disciplined, her gift allowing her to elude any actions to warrant it. She, if anything, only received a stern lecture... like the one she was getting from Carlisle now.
I shook my head slightly and couldn't help the small smile that pulled at my lips... my little wife was a lucky one.
unlike myself. I thought.
I let out a sigh as my mind drifted back to my current situation. By the tone of the voices downstairs, I knew that it wouldn't be long before Carlisle would be up to discuss my wretched behavior. The thought made my stomach clench with nerves. It was silly to fuss over something like a simple licking, I knew... and really that wasn't what I was nervous to face for the most part. It was Carlisle's disappointment in my disobedience and disrespect, two things he rarely witnesses from me, that was the cause of my unease. I was embarrassed with myself and disappointed for letting myself be the reason he was displeased. I prided myself in my ability to respect authority where it was due.
And look what you've done. I chided myself. Loyal solider indeed. I thought with a scoff.
Crossing my arms, I bowed my head shamefully, and reached one of my hands up to tug slightly at my hair. It was a nervous habit that Alice tried hard to rid me of.
My thoughts were cut short as I heard Esme and Alice leaving the house. Carlisle would be up any moment.
Before she was out of range I sent all the love and apologetic energy I could gather to Alice... the only way I was able to apologize until her return later. I was desperate not to have the last emotions she felt towards me before she left with Esme to be so negative. I needed the reassurance from her, any reassurance, before I had to face my due consequences.
I waited uncertainly for her reaction, shifting slightly from foot to foot.
I sensed her answering love before she spoke to me from outside, soft as a whispered breath. "I love you too Jazz. Be good. I'll return to you soon."
I felt myself relax a bit at her words, the love she sent to me loosening her earlier disappointment's hold on my heart.
And she was gone.
Then... nothing.
The house was eerily quiet now that they had gone. Any nerves Alice's parting declaration may have dispersed quickly returned in the resounding silence.
I listened hard for any movement from Carlisle to warn me of his approach, but was only met with the sound of his soft breathing.
anxious, I sought out his emotions. His earlier vexation had diminished to a low hum, and was greatly over shadowed by his disenchantment with me. I guessed he was trying to clam himself to a level of which he deemed fit to administer my punishment.
It was several more minutes before I heard him sigh, and slowly make his way upstairs. The moment I heard him move, I quickly made my way to stand by Alice and my bed. I waited for him there, feet a shoulder width apart, back straight, and hands clasped tightly behind my back. I bowed my head slightly and kept my gaze to the floor, to show my obedience to his authority, hoping it would please him.
I heard him pause outside the door, before he rapped on it lightly.
"Come in sir." I said quietly.
He let out another small sigh before opening the door and shutting it behind him with a soft click.
He remained silent and still by the door a moment, taking in my posture. I swallowed hard at his scrutiny, hoping what he found gratified him.
"Alright Jasper." He said, finally breaking the deafening silence. "Lets talk."
A/N: YAY! CHAPTER 2! I really hope you all enjoyed it! I tried to get it posted asap! I really loved all your reviews for the last chapter so please let me know what you think! Your opinions are important!
