Bella's Point of View
Music: The Black (Album) by Asking Alexandria, All Time Low Albums
Disclaimers/Notes: Sorry I've been shit with updating. Honestly, I will try to do better. Anyways, this chapter will be seeing some real ass shit hitting the fan. I don't own these characters (Except for someone new we will be seeing this chapter). As always, this has been preread by the amazing SassyStarbuck09. Thanks for being so amazing!
After the impromptu paint battle and we were all cleaned up, Jasper and I were sitting together in our room, continuing with Wuthering Heights. We had reached page 150, starting Chapter 22. "Summer drew to an end, and early Autumn…" The book was suddenly out of my hands, shut in Jasper's, and hitting the ground.
"What's the matter, Jazz?" I ask him, perplexed by his actions.
"We have a conversation to continue from right after we got here," and I inwardly groan. I really, really, wanted to avoid this conversation. I was simply worried about bringing out the Major again. "Where did you leave off? I need to know." I let out a quiet sigh.
"I know, Jazz. I left off where Fuckward left me right after my birthday." I take another breath to steady myself before launching myself into the past, which is not a place I want to ever revisit. But for Jasper, I will. He, as my mate, deserves to know.
"After Sam brought me back home, I went into a catatonic state. I refused to eat, I barely slept, and I only spoke when prompted. When I did sleep, it was for a very short period of time and it was filled with nightmares. During this time, I began self-harming. I have been clean for two years now." I turn my arms over, showing off the faint, but to Jasper, would appear as bright as the venom scar from James. Jasper gently grasped my wrist, and placed feather-light kisses along all of the scars. My eyes began to tear up at this action.
"Continue, doll," he prompts me gently, but leaving room for me to pause.
"I was in that place for about four months. During the fourth month, Charlie broke me out of it by threatening to commit me. After that, I got my shit together and graduated Valedictorian. During the time from graduation to when I moved here, shit went downhill and fast. I was out spending time at La Push at Charlie's insistence to get out of the house, and when I got home, a sight I will never forget was waiting for me. Victoria was back, and was in the middle of torturing my dad to find out where I was. I will forever be in debt to the pack, because they were able to sneak up on the ginger bitch and ripped her apart. By the time Vicki was ash, Dad was gone. This didn't shut me down, in fact, it did the opposite. I packed what I wanted and left the property to the wolves. I signed it over, and I drove south. I eventually ended up here, and had enough money from my dad that I could start renting a small apartment and take out a loan for college.
Partway through my second semester here, I got a phone call from Jacksonville. You know, where my mom and Phil lived? Well, it turns out that they had died in a car accident. That hit me harder than I ever expected it to. Now, I had no family left in this world. After I got the money from my mom, I could pay off the loan and still have some left over. I was also working in the college bookstore part time to pay the bills. Christmas of that year, I decided to get a tattoo." I took off my shirt and showed my back where my huge piece for my parents was embedded in my skin. I felt cool fingers tracing my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I put my shirt back on and continued with my story.
"I was going into my Literature class one night and I felt off, I guess, is how you would describe it. I looked to the back of the room where there was a woman sitting. She was tiny, and I could see even from a distance she was not human. She waved me over, and we introduced ourselves. Can you guess who it was?" Jasper's lips quirked into a smile, which brought out my own.
"Was it my sister who's sitting downstairs?" I nod in response.
"After that, she told me we could discuss how I knew of you guys at her place, here, where I spilled my guts. Peter asked who I said it was who lunged at me, and I told him. He told me you guys knew each other, and I was so excited. I was finally going to be able to see you again, even though you weren't allowed to talk to me, I still missed you so much. Peter led me to your room, and you know the rest from there." There. I was finally done. God, it felt good to finally talk about the whole thing, but it still broke my heart. I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and then it was gone. Jasper had pulled me into his lap and I didn't even notice.
"Bella, darlin', look at me." I looked up at him, my chocolate eyes meeting his burgundy ones. "You are one of the strongest people I know. You had to deal with all of this alone, and I don't know how you did it. But I'm so glad you're here, with me," his eyes are filled with venom, and I wrapped my arms around him.
"I'm so glad I'm here too, Jazz." Our little bubble of contentment was burst by a knock at the door.
"Come in," Jasper called. Char's delicate features appeared from the other side of the door.
"Major, Bella, there is someone at the door for the two of you." We stood, lacing our fingers together. Charlotte walked out, leaving the door cracked open, anticipating us following her.
"Whoever it is, we stand together, right Jasper?" I ask, a little uncertain that whoever was there would try to take Jasper from me.
"Of course, darlin'. Us against the world, baby." I smile and lean up, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Shutting the door behind us, we head downstairs. On the couch is a young woman, who looked about the same age as me, maybe a couple years younger. Jasper and I sit on the couch perpendicular from her and we sit in awkward silence for a couple minutes. The mystery girl breaks the silence first.
"I can guess that you two are wondering who I am and why I'm here," she says, looking between me and Jasper. We both nod. "My name is Catherine Anne Whitlock." All of our jaws drop, and Jasper goes still, as still as a marble statue. It takes us all a couple minutes to comprehend this, Jasper taking the longest. I blink a couple of times, and I notice how still she is. She is definitely not human, and her exceptionally pale skin is also a giveaway.
"When were you changed?" I ask, trying to break the ice and bring Jasper back to us.
"I was changed in 1874, when I was 19 years old," she replies. I can't tell if she's nice or not, her voice gives nothing away. "What is all of your names anyway? I told you mine." How did we forget to introduce ourselves?
"I'm Bella Swan, and this is Jasper." I tell her, looking at Peter and Char so they can do the same.
"Peter and Charlotte Whitlock." She nods at them.
"I know who Jasper is. He's my older brother." This breaks Jasper open.
"Catie? Is that really you?" His voice is broken under all the emotions all of us are feeling including Catharine.
"It's really me, Spur." His eyes widen. I'm guessing he's feeling her sincerity. He puts me down, and opens his arms to Catharine. She runs to him, hugging him tightly. I hear dry sobs coming from both of them. This emotional display has me tearing up too. I walk over to Peter and Charlotte, who both put arms around me.
Charlotte leans over to me, "Losing his sister was the worst thing he had to endure, it tore him apart more than the wars." I gasp slightly, covering my mouth. What my mate had to deal with in the wars combined with losing her must have destroyed him. It must have still continued to hurt until she was here, in his arms. I smiled at the hugging siblings who thought the other was long gone, and Peter and Char were smiling at them too. I dragged them out of the house (Granted, they let me, but whatever) after leaving a note for the two on the couch. We got into Peter's truck after Char and I grabbed our bags. We headed to my apartment so I could pack and get out of my agreement. I didn't think I would be here for a long time, so I only had a written agreement on this place compared to a lease. I packed up the few things that were mine, leaving all the furniture here. I went downstairs to the main office and knocked. I heard a grunt of approval, so I peeked around the door at the landlord, Andy.
"What can I do for you, Miss Swan?" He asks.
"I'm moving out. I will be leaving all of the furniture for the next tenant." He nods, walking over to the safe in the far corner. He unlocks it, pulling out a checkbook. He wrote a check, giving it to me. I'm so confused.
He must have seen the look of confusion on my face. "Your security deposit."
"Ah, thank you. This seems more than what I paid originally for the place?" I was still confused.
"I put in a little more because you left furniture. Thank you," he replied.
"You're welcome." He shook my hand and I took that as a dismissal. I walked out of his office to Peter and Char.
"Let's go, kids. I want to deposit this and get some shopping done." Char looped her arm through mine and led me out to the car. We get in, Peter driving us to the mall. We get out and walk in. I head straight for Hot Topic, which I could find with my eyes closed in this place. I hear quiet chuckles behind me. I keep walking backwards, perfectly navigating my way through the crowd. Soon enough, I feel the air shift to what I know is Hot Topic. I turn around, a smirk gracing my lips.
"You guys can stay out here or come in." Both of them, to my surprise, walked in with me. "Idiots, put in your fucking contacts." I didn't even blink and they were in. "Good job. Now let's go, I got shit to do." I head to the back where the clearance racks are. I begin flipping through the Medium section, and Peter is looking through the pants rack with Char. I find a dress that I instantly fall in love with. The tag says it's from American Horror Story: Asylum. I go find an employee so I can try the dress on. Char notices and follows me to the dressing room. I strip quickly and pull the dress on. I zip it up, and examine myself in the mirror. I love how it flows and is fitted around the waist. I open the door to where Char is waiting.
"So? What do you think?" I ask. She twirls her finger, so I twirl too. As I finish, Char is grinning.
"You look absolutely stunning. You are getting it right?" She raises an eyebrow, which I can tell means I am buying it and she won't be taking no for an answer. I nod, and go back into the dressing room, changing back into my own clothes. I hang the dress back up, and head back out into the store. I walk over to the jewelry, where I begin to look for some earrings and a necklace that would work with the dress. A necklace caught my eye, and I grabbed it off the hook it was occupying. It's a choker with a crescent moon and a longer necklace with the sun on it. I decide it would look great. A hand taps me on the shoulder, and I jump. Snickering is heard behind me. Those fuckers. Char is holding a pair of black combat boots. I almost protest, but I do need a new pair. My pair back at home are barely staying together. I decide I'm done, and I head to the checkout. Char and Peter refuse to let me pay, and I let them know I was fucking pissed about it. Before I can start bitching, my phone rings. It's not a number in my phone, so I answer, albeit cautiously.
"Swan," I answer.
"Bella? Where are you? You were gone when I finished talking to Catie, and I wanted to see you but you were gone." Jasper's panicked voice was shaky as he spoke.
"Oh Jazz, the three of us left to give you some time to catch up with your sister. I left you a note," I reply, trying to keep my voice level and calm, even though without my mate with me, my internal organs are flipping shit.
"Are you coming home soon?"
"Yep. We just left the mall, and will be there in about 10 minutes, okay? Can you do that for me?" I hear some form of rustling, so I assume he nodded. A new voice spoke following the rustling.
"This is Catharine. Jasper seems to have just shut down, and he dashed into his room, sobbing. What do I do?" Fuck. I cover the microphone so Catharine doesn't hear.
"Peter, step on it. Jasper's shutting down." All of a sudden, the speed increases. In two minutes, we're pulling into the garage and I'm already out of the truck. I sprint inside, nodding at Catharine, but otherwise, Jasper is my priority.
I ran up to our room where I found Jasper sobbing on the bed. I shut and lock the multiple locks on the door, and walk slowly over to the bed. He must have sensed my presence in the room because he looked up, and the sobbing slowed significantly. I sat next to him on the bed and opened my arms to him, which he promptly crawled into and onto my lap. I shifted my legs slightly so he was between them, but sitting sideways. Maybe some blood will be good for him. I move to show I would like to stand and go over to the fridge we put in here for times like this, and he lets me go. I grab two bottles, shake them to make sure they aren't settled, and place them in the microwave.
He comes over to me, not being able to bear the distance, and taps my arm. I open one side to him because the bottles are done. We go back to the bed and sit for a couple of moments so the blood has a chance to cool off. Once they feel less hot, I grab it and Jasper crawls back into my lap, ready to feed. He opens his lips, ready for the bottle, so I place it between his lips. He feeds until it runs empty. I grab the second one and shake it again, and we repeat this process.
Once the second bottle is done, and I put them on the nightstand, and I look back at the man in my lap, I notice he fell asleep. It's not surprising, considering he had quite the eventful day and he just fed. Since he's asleep and not feeling my emotions, I decide to contemplate this beautiful man in my arms.
Obviously, his physical features are something that anyone is drawn to; it's how vampires are made so they can draw in their prey. But Jasper's scars are something that would scare any vampire he might come across. To me, his scars are a sign of power and strength. He must have acquired these during the Wars. And combined with losing Catharine, he would've been broken. The pixie whore must have known this, and let's be honest, how wouldn't she? She took advantage of him and molded him into what she wanted in a spouse and so-called "mate." He's so broken now, and as his true mate (take that pixie skank) I want to make him whole. I know once he's back to being his true self, and with me, we will be unstoppable. Peter and Char are just as important to him as Catharine.
Catharine is definitely not what I expected as Jasper's sister. She seems to be just as laidback as he is, but seeing as I wasn't here to observe their interactions, I can't get a definitive read on her. Hopefully tomorrow I can get a chance to actually talk to her when my mate's wellbeing isn't in the balance. I do greatly appreciate her calling me to let me know about Jasper. She could've left him to suffer, but seeing as she is a vampire, she would've known about mating and come to that conclusion on her own. I am also curious if she has a gift or not and what it is if she does. If it's powerful, I just don't see her as a powerhungry bitch. But I thought that about the Cullens, and look how wrong I was. I guess only time will tell, but I really don't want to risk Jasper's sanity just for his sister. If she makes him happy though, I will do whatever it takes to keep them together. After all this time, maybe the rest of us Whitlocks can bring Jasper back to who he used to be, before all the damage he went through. Even though he isn't completely whole, I still care for him with my whole being. You would think being mates would make you automatically love someone, which I'm not ready for. But I know with Jasper, love isn't too far off.
I kiss his face lightly but not enough to wake him. I drift to sleep myself with a smile on my lips, and a purring mate resting on my chest.
Well, what do you think about Catharine? I have some more ideas for the next chapter, but as always, I'm open to ideas. Leave them in a review if you wish!
I don't have much else to close off this chapter, except for read and review!
As always, stay in school and don't do drugs.
~B