Chapter 4 – Peter & Charlotte

JPOV

I had sent Isabella home with my Corvette to take care of all the loose ends. She would pack her things, leave a note for her father and then come back to me so we could start our journey. It proved to be harder than I thought, letting her go. During the day she spent with me, a connection had formed and the moment she was out of my sight a strange empty feeling came over me. If I didn't know better, I would have described it as being loneliness. I shrugged it aside and buried this feeling somewhere deep inside. I wasn't some pansy ass wimp whining over a girl. She was mine and I simply wanted my belongings with me at all time.

There was another reason I had sent the girl off. Peter. He was due home every minute now and he wouldn't be thrilled to find a human in the house. It had been the three of us, Peter, Charlotte and I, for over a hundred years now and to say he wasn't fond of humans, was a bit of an understatement. Hell, I wasn't fond of humans until I met Isabella and that was only six days ago. I had no idea how to explain what had happened between her and me. At first she was a snack, then she was a great fuck, and the next moment I wanted to make her one of us? That didn't make any sense at all.

"Motherfucker, what have you done?" Peter burst through the door, his rage slamming into me like a brick wall.

"I hope she's not somewhere bleeding on the carpet," Charlotte added to that, her anger reflecting Peter's.

I stood quiet and let them fume for a couple of minutes, all sorts of insults thrown at my face. I would let it slip this time, because the situation was exceptional. But when their rage died down, I would make it perfectly clear to not ever question one of my decisions again. This was not a democracy we were in. I was and always will be in charge. Not that I ever had to lay down the law, usually we were all on the same page, but this time would be different. I felt it in their emotions.

"Where is she?" Peter asked me as he approached me. "I can smell her all over you."

"She's fine. I've sent her home."

"What?" he gasped. "Does she know about us?"

I nodded and I felt his anger with me increase exponentially. "What were you thinking?" he yelled in my face and took another step closer to me. I closed the distance between us with one step, now standing face to face. It was then he realized he made a mistake and backed down a bit. Charlotte grabbed his arm and pulled him back, her anger replaced by worry; worry for what I could do to her mate when I lost my temper.

"Are you ready to listen to what I have to say or are you going to continue to shout at me?" I asked in a deceptively calm voice and felt a touch of fear mingle into his emotions.

I waited a couple seconds for Peter's internal struggle to be over and when I felt his surrender, I whispered: "I thought so."

"Fine," he spoke through clenched teeth while crossing his arms in front of his chest, "why don't you tell me exactly what has been going on since we left, sir?"

The 'sir' stung. I was in charge, but they were still my friends, my only friends, so I backed off a bit as well. Their postures relaxed when I sent a wave of calm their way. It was my manner of showing them I wasn't mad at them anymore for getting in my face like that. If we had been human, I would have asked them to sit down with me, but we never were around humans long enough to adapt to any of their behavior. In result, the three of us just stood there like statues, our eyes the only things that were moving.

"What do you know already?" I started, referring to Peter's talent of knowing shit as he called it. Charlotte and I had named him Merlin, but he would kick our asses when he heard us using it; ever since he saw Star Wars he wanted to be called Yoda, but it never stuck.

"Too fucking little, that's what I know," he stated and I could sense he was disturbed by that. "I know someone has come into our lives and shit's about to get fucked up."

"Fucked up how?" It was a bit unsettling to hear Peter; the more upset he was, the more he started to swear.

"I don't know yet. All I know is, some big motherfucking changes are coming and you know we don't do well with that."

The changes part was certainly going to be true. We just have to see about how we're going to handle Isabella's presence.

"Now that I've smelled the human's scent, some of the pieces of the puzzle are falling into place," Peter was muttering as much to himself as to Charlotte and me. "It's definitely a young girl, probably a brunette; I know your taste, Jasper. I can smell her all over you; that means you've nailed her. Didn't think you had it in you to fuck her without draining her. That tells me there's something about her, something special."

He was deep in thought for a couple of minutes and I felt his emotions shift from concern to surprise and then… giddiness? What the hell?

"It seems, my dear friend," he said to me, a huge shit-eating grin on his face, "it seems you have found your mate."

I was so shocked at his words I couldn't say a word. My feelings were mirrored by Charlotte whose mouth was agape, looking at Peter like he was the second coming.

"What?... How?... Fuck this," I finally managed to choke out.

"This can't be Peter," Charlotte voiced my thoughts, "mating only happens between vampires and she's human."

I was still trying to wrap my head around what he was saying. Isabella, my mate. I had to admit there was a certain pull between us, but to say she was my mate? That couldn't be true. Charlotte had once described to me what it felt like to be mated and this wasn't it. Peter's next words shook me out of my musings.

"If she turns into a vampire, she will be your mate."

Charlotte snorted. "Are your mad skills telling you that, Merlin?"

Peter snorted right back at her and turned to me. "I bet you are already planning on turning her," he said eyeing me intently. He knew I was hiding something big and I figured now was as good a time as any to tell them about the proposition I had made Isabella.

"Don't freak out on me," I started off and realized that was a bit of a mistake when I was hit with a wave of what I could only describe as 'freaking out'. After I had sent them a massive dose of calm, enough to keep them sort of sedated for a while, I continued. I told them that I had asked Isabella to come live with us for one year and that I would let her decide after that whether or not to join us.

To my surprise they handled it just fine. That had probably something to do with Peter's earlier statement about the girl being my mate and all. Suddenly I felt some resentment coming from Peter and I frowned at him.

"What were you planning on doing when she declines your offer to become a vampire? You can't just let her fucking live after that."

"I was hoping your wife might help me out with her gift if it comes to that." Charlotte had the amazing ability to wipe people's minds. She could erase single events or entire days, weeks or months. It was a gift we used regularly on a small scale, when a human witnessed something he shouldn't have, but not enough to get him killed. We were killers, not monsters.

"No!" Peter stated and I was shocked by his level of determination.

"Why not? It's not like we haven't used her gift before."

"Not like this. I won't have it."

"Peter, it's okay. I'll do it for Jasper," Charlotte interrupted softly while rubbing his arm in a soothing manner.

"No, you won't Charlotte. He doesn't understand. I'm not going to let you."

I was thoroughly confused by their exchange and my temper was starting to flare again.

"Would one of you tell me what the fuck is going on? What's the damn problem?"

They changed knowing looks which make me seethe even more, although I did manage to hold on to some semblance of control. In the end, it was Peter who started talking.

"When Charlotte erases a person's mind, the memories don't just vanish into thin air, Jasper. She absorbs them and they become her own. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, human memories are not that interesting, but this is something different. You are asking her to take in an entire year of a woman's life, a woman that will be deeply in fucking love with you not to mention you'll be fucking her deeply. I won't have that. My wife has been through enough."

He crossed his arms in front of his chest in a very unvampirelike gesture and I was quite sure he suppressed a huff. I did understand where he was coming from now. It would be pretty awkward if Charlotte remembered screwing around with me even if she didn't actually do it herself. On the other hand, I was absolutely certain it wouldn't come to that. Isabella would let me make her a vampire. Each second she was gone made the hole in my chest bigger and I couldn't help to hope it was the same for her. But what could I say to make Peter change his mind? He's fiercely protective of his mate, not to mention all out mister dominant when it comes to her. Luckily Charlotte stood up for herself for once. She walked up to me and took my hands in hers.

"I'll do it for you, Jasper, if it's what it takes to keep her with us for now," she spoke in that honey voice of hers that she normally reserved for her husband. "I wouldn't want you to give up on your mate to spare my feelings."

We looked in each other's eyes and I could feel her love for me flow freely between us. Still that didn't compare with the love that filled the air between her and Peter, when she went to hug him and for the first time in a hundred years I was jealous of them and wanted what they had.

The roar of the supercharged V8 engine of my Corvette alerted us to Isabella's return. The other two vampires stared at me in disbelief at the sound of the approaching car.

"You've lend her the Corvette?" Peter bellowed so loud the windows nearly shattered. "I don't even get to drive it and I have vampire reflexes."

I shrugged and went outside to the front porch to welcome Isabella. And to make sure those two fuckheads inside didn't scare her, not that I thought she scared easily. I told them to stay inside and I could feel Peter's anger while Charlotte tried to calm him down. I guess now I had to lend him the Corvette as well. Damn it. He was the least trustworthy fucker in any car, let alone with over 600 horsepower under his ass.

Come to think about it, it was kind of strange that I just let her take my car, my baby. I had never let anyone so much as touch it and now an 18 year old human girl was driving it? What have I been thinking? At that point I knew I should have been worried about my car, but I still couldn't be. That girl sure fucked me up alright.

She stopped the car right in front of me and I opened the passenger door to get her bag while she got out the other side.

"That was one smooth ride," she exclaimed enthusiastically, "I almost kept her for myself."

"Her?"

"A car as beautiful as that is definitely a girl," she smiled putting into words exactly how I felt about my baby. She walked round the car and when she came into full sight, I had to suppress a groan. Her ass was wrapped in a tiny jeans skirt which made her legs look like they were miles long and her black shirt was unbuttoned showing a red lace bra. That was certainly not helping my self control. I could already imagine her in snakeskin boots with my cowboy hat riding my cock. I must have been projecting a little bit, because her lust spiked as well and she practically attacked me again, just like she had done that first time we met. She jumped into my arms and thrust her tongue into my mouth. Had I been human, she would have knocked me over, but apparently she was quite comfortable with me being something entirely different. She wrapped her legs around my waist, wanting to get as close as possible and now I wanted nothing more than to take her on the hood of the Corvette, but I knew I couldn't. I heard Charlotte and Peter snicker at Isabella's eagerness from inside the house and I gently disentangled her legs and put her on the ground. She was pouting slightly and I bent towards her sucking her bottom lip into my mouth for a second before letting her go.

"Don't pout at me, darling. There are two friends of mine inside I want you to meet."

She nodded and breathed in deeply. I could feel some anxiety coming from her, but she didn't let it show and I admired her greatly for it. She smiled at me as I offered her my arm and together we entered the house. Peter and Charlotte were waiting in the living room. They were seated on the leather couch to give, probably to not come off as too threatening. The moment they laid eyes on Isabella I knew I was in deep shit. I was hit with a massive dose of lust coming from both Peter and Charlotte. They stood up from their seats and started stalking towards my girl. When I started growling they immediately stopped and looked at me apologetically.

Isabella realized something was off and I could sense her confusion about the situation. For her it had simply seemed like they were coming towards her to greet her and then I started growling like an animal. I had to tell her about my empathic ability soon, but I was afraid about how she would take it.

Peter was the first one to recover and he put forth his hand for Isabella to shake.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Peter," he said with a goofy grin.

Isabella smiled back at him warmly, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you to, Peter. Jasper has told me a lot about you. I'm Isabella."

"Hmm," he answered, letting go of her hand when I started to growl again low enough for her not to hear, "that's a long name. I think I'll call you Bella. That suits you better."

She shrugged and then nodded. "Bella… I like it. You can call me that."

Next she turned to Charlotte who was still emitting a serious amount of lust towards her.

"Hi Bella, I'm Charlotte, Peter's wife."

They didn't shake hands, but just stared at each other in an awkward silence until Isabella leaned forward to hug Charlotte. It was the most insane move I had ever seen a human make towards a vampire and Charlotte was momentarily stunned. Then she returned the gesture and both women shared a long hug. When Charlotte sniffed my girl's neck and whispered how nice she smelled, I thought it would embarrass Isabella, but I was shocked to the core when she in turn sniffed Charlotte's neck. They broke their embrace and looked at each other curiously.

"You smell nice too, Char," Isabella said with a smirk and when I felt some lust creep into her feelings as well I'd had it. I threw her over my shoulder and rushed her off to my room before she had the chance to even notice.

"What the fuck, Jasper?" she cried out when I threw her on the bed.

"Shut up and listen," I growled at her standing at the foot of the bed. This was not the way I wanted to tell her about my gift, but it needed to be done now and I needed her to listen to me. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, but luckily didn't say anything. I could feel her temper rise though and I sent her a little calm which wasn't helping much.

"I need to tell you something, Isabella, something important." Way to go, Jasper, be overly dramatic.

She nodded and I felt her relax just a little.

"Some vampires have gifts, abilities, you could call them supernatural powers or something," I started, but then didn't know how to continue.

"So, you're trying to tell me you have some kind of gift?" she pried.

"Yes, I can sense people's emotions and control them too if I want to," I said waiting for the disbelief to kick in on her side. The girl surprised me again when I felt none of that. Instead, she was getting angry again, but not simply angry, she was seething inside with an intensity that slapped me right in the face.

"You knew what I felt all along and it took you this long to tell me?" she screeched so loud the glass in the window actually resonated.

"I wasn't planning on telling you so soon. I didn't want to spook you," I spoke in what I thought to be a soothing tone, sending her relaxing vibes.

"Stop trying to calm me down, asshole," she yelled again getting up from the bed. "Why are you telling me now?" she suddenly said in a much calmer tone, her anger turning into suspicion. When I didn't answer right away, she got right into my face and stabbed my chest with her finger.

"Is it because I thought Charlotte is a hot piece of ass?"

I growled and kissed her hard. She melted into my touch and all her anger and suspicion turned into passion. A passion that was only for me. She had never been sexier than when she called me out on my bullshit. I knew rationally I couldn't be mad at her for lusting a little after Charlotte; the woman looked absolutely incredible. But Isabella was mine and mine alone and when it comes to my possessions I'm a controlling bastard.

I slammed her into my bedroom wall and lifted up her legs so she could wrap them around me.

"You're mine, Isabella," I growled into her ear. She shuddered underneath me and the scent of her arousal permeated the air around me.

"Then claim me," she said huskily and at those three words I almost sunk my teeth into her neck. It took all my strength not to bite her and instead I ripped her panties off from under her skirt and I dropped my own pants. With one swift thrust I was sheathed inside and I started pounding into her relentlessly. I knew she probably would be sore all over, but I couldn't care and by the sounds she was making, neither could she. The amount of passion she was feeling was overwhelming and I kept sending it back to her amplified with mine. We reached our highs quickly and while I let out a feral roar, she screamed out my name in ecstasy. She was panting heavily when I slid out of her and put her back on her feet.

"That was fuckhot," she sighed. Then, she kissed me gently and walked right passed me.

"I need to take a shower," she said and walked right into the bathroom, leaving me standing in the middle of the room like an idiot.

"Get me some dinner, would you, I'm starving," she said with her back to me. She slipped out of her clothes and shut the door in my face.

This girl was going to be the death of me.


AN: This has been a hard chapter producing, but it's finally finished. If things aren't perfectly clear, don't hesitate to ask.