A/N: A bit of a warning, there's a lemon in this one and it might be a tad shocking to a few of you. I'll be around if you have a question. The consensus of the reviews is that you all feel Jasper/Ba'al is one creeptastic dude and Rosalie/Astarte is a bitch on wheels. I totally agree!

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Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight. But I own this plot and all of the writer's block that comes with it.

The Devil's Plan

Chapter 7

Veggie Pie and Bubble Bath

"Please, with a cherry and whipped cream on top?" Despite the melancholy that had been hanging over her head since the ill-fated dinner at the Cullen house, Bella couldn't help but chuckle over Alice resorting to a kindergarten playground type of plea.

"Really? A whole cherry, all to myself? Hmmm, I don't think that has happened since we became friends," she said lightly while playing with the satiny fringe of her blanket.

"You usually snatch it up without a word."

"Bellaaaa, just say yes!" Alice bellowed over the phone, causing Bella to hold it away from her ear lest she suffer hearing damage.

As much as she didn't relish the thought of spending more time watching Alice and Jasper develop their truly creepy relationship any further, Bella had spent about as much time as she could without losing her mind, trying to figure out what had happened at the Cullen's home two nights ago.

She'd finished their homework Saturday afternoon and had sent it to Edward, waiting in vain to receive a response from him. When none came perhaps she should have taken it as a sign that he didn't want to talk or that he didn't want to be friends, but Bella Swan was as stubborn as she was sweet. She'd set her mind to being Edward Cullen's friend, and that's just what she would be. Whether he liked it or not.

"Hey, did you fall asleep?" Alice's question shook Bella out of her thoughts.

"What? No. I was just thinking."

"Still worried about Edward?" Maybe it was because they thought of each other as sisters or because she was out of ideas as how to make Edward smile, Bella had spilled her guts to Alice, hoping that she would take a break from mooning over Jasper and help her. So far, neither had happened.

"Maybe." She neither confirmed nor denied Alice's assumption.

"Well, maybe if you let it go for an hour or so, something will come to you? C'mon, I really need you two to get along."

"Fine!" Bella rolled her eyes as the sounds of Alice's clapping and squealing barely managed to not pierce her eardrums.

"We're going to have so much fun! Meet us at Shakey's in an hour. Love you, bye."

"Love you too," Bella said to herself as the line went dead. Heaving a sigh of frustration, Bella got off her bed and went to take a shower. Apparently, she had a dinner date with her best friend and the blond guy that meant so much to her.

~~TDP~~

"Good evening, Bella. I'm delighted you decided to join us." Bella resisted the urge to shudder when Jasper's clammy hand grasped her hand in greeting.

"Um, yeah. Thanks for inviting me." Bella discreetly wiped the hand that Jasper had shaken onto her pant leg before pulling out the chair opposite of Alice, sitting down, shucking off her coat and picking up a menu, carefully avoiding Jasper's eyes.

"Alice, are we ordering our usual pitcher of Cherry Coke?" Alice started to nod excitedly, but stopped when Jasper shook his head from his seat beside her. Her shoulders drooped slightly as if she'd just been quietly rebuked by a parent.

"Oh, I think I'm just going to have water." She muttered quietly nodding at the full glass in front of her. Bella's eyebrows shot up in question as Jasper smiled in approval. Ever since the two girls were allowed to eat out alone, all of two years ago, Alice had indulged in her love of sugary soda, with the usual suspects being Mountain Dew, Cherry Coke or Dr. Pepper.

Water was never Alice's first choice.

Bella's good humor was already on edge and watching her best friend change her personality at the behest of a boy had Bella's hackles up. She would not allow Jasper to influence her choices.

"Okay, well, I'm still going to have some and, oh, look, they have those awesome all meat calzones that we loved last year." Bella slammed shut her plastic-coated menu and tossed it onto the pleather red-checkered table cloth, pleased to be done with her dinner decisions.

"You don't think that a nice side salad and a portion of vegetarian pie would be a more healthy choice than a pocket filled with meat?" Jasper asked, leaning towards her, his blue eyes boring uncomfortably into hers. Unconsciously, Bella leaned back into her chair. Her fight-or flight response was engaged at his closeness.

"Yes, that sounds much healthier. Don't you agree, Bella?" Bella recoiled at the mechanical sound of Alice's voice. The misgivings about Jasper's and Alice's relationship pushed their way the forefront of her mind by the pair's strange comments.

Watching Jasper and Alice share a sappy glance was enough to push Bella over the edge.

"Why in the holy heck would we come here if we wanted to eat healthy? This is a pizza place not an all you can eat organic salad bar." Bella stressed the word pizza for Jasper's benefit, before turning her full attention to her robotic best friend. Her patience for her friend's behavior was gone.

"Jesus, Joseph, and Mary Alice, when was the last time you chose a salad over a slice of greasy Italian goodness? And you never drink water when soda is available especially when your mom is nowhere to be seen. Why are you acting so weird?" The events of the past forty-eight hours had taken their toll on the normally mild mannered Swan girl. If she couldn't crack the Edward Cullen code, she'd work on Alice.

Alice's eyes widened at Bella's outburst. "Uh, um, I-" Alice stammered before Jasper patted her gently on the hand, refocusing her attention back to him. Bella watched in mild disgust as her friend's breathing slowed and her blurry eyes refocused on Jasper. She couldn't hide her feelings as once again Jasper used his weird voodoo on her friend.

"Bella," Jasper began, in a tone the reminded Bella of how Charlie used to spoke to her when her child's brain couldn't grasp something he'd said. "I was just trying to be helpful. A young woman of child-bearing years such as your needs to take care of themselves. A healthy mother equals a healthy baby." Bella's mouth gaped at his words as Alice nodded absently in agreement.

"Healthy baby?" She repeated quizzically. "Are you nuts? I'm only seventeen years old. I can assure you that there's no baby on this horizon. And just where do you get off even talking to me like that? You don't know me." The weirdness of the conversation weighed on her. She looked at Alice for support; surely her best friend could see that he'd crossed a line. To Bella's utter dismay, Alice was staring at Jasper's profile as if awaiting her next instructions.

"Calm yourself, Bella." His tone was even, much like one would sound as they spoke to a spooked animal. "I was only trying to prepare you for your future role as a mother. Mothers must make good choices. Sometimes young females of this time forget the roles they are ultimately put on this plane to fulfill. I meant nothing by it. Alice understands. Don't you my lovely?" Alice smiled and nodded as if her head was being manipulated by a puppeteer's strings.

"Yes, Bella, what we put into our bodies will determine if the seeds we plant will grow and bear healthy fruit. Jasper was only speaking truthfully. It would be selfish to not heed his advice." Bella's mouth fell open and her eyes blinked slowly as she tried to comprehend what Alice had just said.

"Are you playing with me? Is this some kind of hidden camera thing? Is some bald dude going to rush out from the kitchen screaming, Gotcha?" Please let that be the case she silently hoped while looking around the packed restaurant.

"I assure you, bringing a healthy son into this world is no joke. You must take greater care with yourself." Hearing Jasper's authoritarian tone pushed Bella's last button.

"Okay, that's it, I'm done." Bella grabbed her coat and pushed her chair out preparing to leave.

"Wait!" Her narrowed eyes met Jasper's demanding stare.

"Oh, no. You may have her under your spell, but not me. I'm my own woman." Her slender finger pointed at the visibly surprised Jasper. "Don't you ever try to order me around again. I've got my eye on you, Jasper Hale. And Alice, you need to get your head out of the clouds or your butt, I don't even know what to say to you. Enjoy your water and veggie pie." Bella muttered before grabbing her coat and leaving the restaurant in a huff. She knew that there would be hell to pay from Alice, but at the moment she couldn't find it in her to care. She'd reached her boiling point.

Something weird was going on Bella mused as she drove the three miles home from the restaurant. As near as she could figure out it all began when school had started, or more importantly when Jasper and his Barbie Doll of a sister had shown up in Forks. Whatever was going on with the Cullen family had obviously started before they'd arrived in town, but she couldn't shake the feeling that somehow Rosalie's presence at dinner had caused things to escalate. Therefore, Bella would continue to conclude that the two blond strangers were at fault. At least in some way.

Bella turned her car into the driveway and visibly sighed at the sight of Charlie's cruiser parked in front on the mailbox. She knew that by now Charlie would be laid out prone in his Lazy Boy recliner with the TV on and a beer sitting on the end table. With the weirdness and downright turmoil she'd seen and experienced in the last forty-eight hours, Bella was grateful for the predictability that was Charlie Swan.

~~TDP~~

Ba'al was not happy with how his evening had ended. He had anticipated establishing influence over Bella Swan. While he had hoped for a bit of a challenge as Mary Alice had fallen much too easily, he'd been wholly unprepared for Isabella's fierce resistance. Ignoring the blank looks of Mr. and Mrs. Hale, the random couple he and Astarte had entranced into acting as their guardians, he stomped up the stairs of their upper middle-class home, in the manner befitting the seventeen-year-old boy he was currently pretending to be.

"Astarte!" He bellowed as he entered the top floor of the Hale's home.

"In here brother." Clenching his fists in repressed anger, he pushed open the door to the master suite finding it empty. "Astarte!" He yelled again.

"I'm in the bath!" Astarte's agitated voice rang out from the Hale's master bath. Grunting in frustration, Ba'al strode over to the door, throwing it open so hard that the door banged loudly against the wall.

"Something wrong?" Astarte asked coolly with an obvious smirk as she continued her bath. Ba'al closed his eyes as the calming scents of the candles she'd lit around the room wafted through the open door. His followers had often employed such aromatics in their worship of him. Perhaps more so in Astarte's case as she actually had a temple where her followers could worship and pray. He was more of a drop to your knees wherever and pray kind of a deity. Breathing in the lavender and jasmine scented air; his eyes darted to the luxurious spa tub that held his bathing sister. She'd fully embraced the humans' habit of regular bathing and to his utter bewilderment, the act of exfoliation.

"There is much wrong with this scene." He replied before walking closer to the tub taking in the nude body of the blond goddess as she lifted a long, tanned and completely hairless leg out of the bubble bath and rubbed the familiar shape of a sea sponge over her smooth skin. "But this is by far the least upsetting moment of my day."

"Come, wash my back and tell me what happened tonight with The Swan." Astarte smiled coyly, before turning to offer him her back. She knew the mundane task of attending her in the bath would calm his mind.

Sighing, Jasper took up the offered sponge and began scrubbing her back, careful to not press too hard, knowing that Astarte was not one to enjoy having her flesh marred. As the warm, lemon scented water cascaded off her shoulders and back, he could feel his shoulders and neck feel less hardened. He believed the humans called it tension.

"What has you so vexed?"

"I believe that I am experiencing what the mortals call, stress." Laughing, Astarte turned to look at him over her shoulder.

"Oh, my poor, poor Ba'al. Join me. These humans have very little to compare to the opulent baths of our time, however this one is quite relaxing. Come." She beckoned with a long manicured finger and a seductive smile.

Wanting to remove the stain of the night's failure, a once revered demigod of the Canaanites, dropped the sponge and stood to remove his clothes. Astarte continued washing as clothing dropped to the floor. "It would appear that this plane agrees with you dear, brother." She commented as her eyes flicked to gaze appreciatively at his naked form.

Ba'al snorted at the assumption that his physique was due to their time on Earth. Before he'd been sentenced to Hell for his supposed misdeeds against God, Ba'al's body was the envy of all. His body was carved by the gods themselves. Even his time in the underworld hadn't diminished his lean, muscled form.

"Do you think I needed assistance?" He asked arrogantly as he settled into the tub opposite of the leering Astarte, allowing his eyes to close as his head rested on the ledge of the tub. The warm water lapped at his lean abdomen in soft waves as Astarte moved to straddle his lap. His hands instinctively settled on her hips as her hands stroked and kneaded his hard chest and broad shoulders.

Ba'al relished Astarte's weight on his lap. It felt comforting to have the weight of a woman once again settled against his body. As fertility gods, their very purpose had been to encourage propagation through sex. Whether it is for plants or animals, sustained life was their objective. While Ba'al's main purpose was to encourage growth of crops and granting life bringing rain, Astarte's was to produce feelings of lust and passion; thus ensuring the continuation of the tribe's blood lines. Her very presence was known to send her worshipers into a frenzy of sexual need, often ending in orgies.

Ever the malevolent host, Satan took great delight in preventing them from engaging in the very act they were designed for. In Hell, should they seek to find sexual release, they were immediately befallen with excruciating head pain. The pain would be so severe that both of them would routinely vomit for hours after attempting intercourse. They were not even permitted the freedom of self-worship without experiencing pain.

"I've heard that humans often seek the release of muscle tightness in coitus. Shall we test the theory? It's been centuries." She crooned, moving her hips seductively against his awakening groin. Her immense need was clearly evident in the tone of her voice. Ba'al opened his eyes to reveal Astarte's plump, wet lips hovering over his own, opened in invitation. Their time on Earth so far had been quite busy and it hadn't occurred to either of them that sex was once again available to them. Wasting no time, Ba'al leaned up and took her lips into a fierce kiss. Their mouths met passionately as their bodies rubbed against each other. Each pass elicited a moan of profound need.

"Did your Cullen tell you that?" Ba'al rasped before gripping her waist, pulling her hard against his swollen member. Astarte moaned loudly at the sensation. Her head hung down low against her chest as her body tried to absorb the pleasure emanating from her wet pussy.

"Did he?!" Ba'al demanded again with another hard tug on her hips. His jealousy over the human boy hit him suddenly and with a force that he couldn't recall ever feeling before in their previous life. Astarte had been with others of their kind as well as with a few humans; though those couplings were not spoken of in their circles. Ba'al as well had been with other goddesses though no humans had ever had the pleasure of his cock.

"No!" Astarte half screamed into the room as Ba'al increased the pressure on her swollen clit. She moved her hand down to grasp his fully distended member and moved quickly over the purplish, swollen head. His moan of pleasure made her smile. It thrilled her to know that he was just as affected by their connection as she was.

Seeing her victorious smile, Ba'al moved to remove it and remind her who was in charge. "Are you sure you haven't dallied with the boy? Have you allowed him to worship at this altar?" His fingers entered her with such force that her body momentarily recoiled from his intrusion before rocking fully into his moving fingers.

"Answer me, Astarte! Have you had him inside you?" Her hand fell away from him as her impending orgasm closed in on her.

"No!" She cried repeatedly. Her long nails curled into his shoulders as she searched for something to hold onto before her control was gone completely. Satisfied that she was telling the truth, Ba'al moved to end their torture. Astarte's face fell momentarily when he removed her fingers but quickly recovered as he positioned his swollen member at her waiting entrance and finally filled her.

They had been so long without gratification that it wouldn't take long before they both found their end. And now that they knew Satan's punishment couldn't reach them on this plane, Ba'al planned to indulge in their passions as often as possible.

Water sloshed against the sides of the large tub onto the pristine floor tiles with their hurried motions.

Words were unnecessary as they found their mutual pleasure. No endearments were uttered; dirty talk or demands were heard. Only the groaning and the sound of their wet skin slapping and sliding against each other in hungry need echoed into the otherwise quiet room. The flames of the candles Astarte had set around the room slowly began to flicker out one by one, casting shadows of the frenzied couple onto the walls of their borrowed home as the two demigods satisfied a need that had been denied to them for centuries.

Ever the diva goddess, Astarte moved quickly out of the cooling bath to the large shower. Spent and satisfied, Ba'al remained in the tub, watching her rinse the residue of their mingled fluids off her supple body. Sensing his member reacting to the sight and knowing that Astarte would not consent to another fucking after she'd already cleansed herself, Ba'al moved his thoughts back to the very matter that had him stressed the first place; The Swan Prophecy.

Ba'al rubbed a wet hand over his face resuming his earlier lounging position, and allowed his mind to wander. He had made little if any headway on either of his tasks. Both Edward and Isabella had proved to be stronger minded than he'd given them credit for. So far his influence had not been accepted by either. In fact, he thought, they both seemed to dislike him. The girl's dislike being clearly evident while the boy's appeared to be more frightened than dislike, though he was sure it would soon turn that way. He groaned out loud as Bella's parting words from the restaurant resounded in his head.

"Still stressed?" Ba'al opened his eyes at her question. Now clean, she had moved to the low stool that sat at the bathroom counter and was applying a thick cream to her legs. Still naked, her body was on full display and Ba'al took advantage of the sight, his eyes drinking in her pleasing form as she bent over, displaying her plump ass. Astarte had always been beautiful; he was pleased that their time in Hell hadn't done any permanent damage to her body.

"I'm concerned that I may not be able to influence the girl." As they were in this mess together and would both be punished if they failed, he saw no point in not telling her the truth. "She is very strong minded for a female. A human female." He added quickly at Astarte's raised eyebrow. He laughed lightly as she went back to her ministrations. "She is the key and I cannot get to her."

"I thought that was the point for you to become so close to the other one?" Ba'al did not miss the slight tinge of jealousy when Astarte spoke of Alice. It was quite nice to know that she too was experiencing the same base emotion over his relationships as he was over hers with the older Cullen boy.

"It was but so far, it's not enough. I thought having Alice persuade her to meet us for a meal was a good sign, but by end of the evening she was just as angry at Alice as she was at me. I don't know how useful Alice will be."

"Perhaps it's Alice that is the problem?" Astarte mused before turning away from him to brush her hair.

"How do you mean?" Ba'al asked, while toweling himself off. The water had grown too cold for his liking.

Astarte's eyes met his in the mirror. "Perhaps Isabella is fearful of the influence you have over her friend. You have changed the girl's very personality and it may be upsetting for her. These females are not keen to turn themselves completely over to their males. Bella may somehow, sense that your influence is unnatural. In other words, lay off a little."

Ba'al knotted the thick towel at his hip and walked over to Astarte. Taking the brush from her hand, he took up the task of running the soft bristles through her thick hair as he'd seen her attendants do many times. "You're saying that my influence is too strong and that the change in her friend's personality is frightening to the girl, thus making her less likely to trust me?" Astarte nodded before closing her eyes, relishing his attention. Ba'al continued to brush her hair as he processed her words. It's true that Bella's demeanor toward her friend had become negative when Alice was fully under his power and yet she had acquiesced to Alice's request that she join them for dinner. Bella still loved her friend but was weary of the way she acted when his power over Alice was too strong. Astarte was correct. He needed to pull back.

Laying the brush on the counter, Ba'al leaned down to kiss the smooth skin of Astarte's shoulder. "Your wisdom is much appreciated." He whispered against her lavender scented skin. "I think you deserve a reward." His mouth landed heavily on her lips, capturing Astarte's sudden moans of pleasure as his fingers swiftly entered her still swollen pussy and moved her towards another orgasm.

Ugh! I wish writing lemons got easier. So did anyone change their minds about Jasper? I'm willing to bet that's a big 'NO'. His creep meter just went to 11!

Let me know what you think.

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