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Realidades Torcidas

A/N: This story is written as a collaboration by both Xo Bella Italiana oX and XxJasper'sAngelxX, but was adopted from PuzzlingApprentice. If you have any questions or comments, post them in my reviews and I will answer them in my next Author's Note! We hope that you enjoy the story and look forward to hearing your thoughts. – B


Previously…
(Jasper's POV)

"You know, you proved me right in there." Bella said from behind me, and I turned around slowly, knowing where this would inevitably end.

"'Bout what?" I said as innocently as I could manage as the rasp slowly faded and the black started to retreat from my vision. The Major was handing back over control.

"Edward has never moved that fast and I'm pretty sure a newborn could have whooped even Em's ass." She said, but I could once again feel her pride.

"Sounds like we have a lot to talk 'bout." I said, and heard her chuckle; probably because of the defeat in my voice. This was a conversation that I had never had before, not telling the whole truth anyway. The only ones who really know it lived through it with me.

But before I could even get the words out of my mouth, a very distinguished noise came from my back pocket. I gave her a slightly pleading look so I could answer the phone call, and after a swift nod, I did.

"What do ya want, Peter?"


Chapter 7: Time for Answers
(Jasper's POV)

"What do ya want, Peter?"

"Well, howdy Fucker! I'm fine, thanks. How are ya?" He responded, and I didn't need my gift to recognize the mischief and humor in his voice. "And here I thought time with the veggies would teach ya some manners . . ." he trailed off in mock disappointment.

"Whatever, what is your know-it-all gift screamin' at ya this time?" I growled out, letting my impatience be known as I lead Bella back into the house and we both sat down on the couch.

"What? Why do I have to be callin' because I 'know' somethin'? Isn't it possible that I just called ta say hi to my favorite fur muncher?" He teased.

I let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in a very Edward-like fashion. I so did not have time for his bull shit. "Captain!" I growled. "Cut to the chase. I have other shit to worry about right now."

I could practically hear him pout through the phone. "Fine, you're no fun. Anyway, ya need to get your ass down here for a few days . . . and bring Sweet Pea." He responded lightly.

"Why? We have some shit goin' on here that should be taken care of first." I wasn't at all surprised that he already knew about Bella. Actually, I was a little annoyed because he probably had all along and hadn't bothered to tell me. But, my mind flashed to Eddie Boy and Alice.

"Bad shit will happen if ya stay," He said in a sing-song voice.

"What will happen?" I couldn't keep the warning growl out of my voice.

"Ya know that's not how this shit works, Major. I just know that your ass needs in be here in Texas before they get home."

"Ya know, I really hate your cryptic shit." I was speaking into the phone, but I wasn't speaking low enough for Bella not to hear or fast enough for her not to understand. So even though she was staring intently out the window at the dissipating purple smoke and the dying fire, her curiosity was strong.

"Well, see ya tomorrow, Fucker. Spill your beans and then get 'er packin'." And with that, the line went dead.

Before I could even growl in frustration for not knowing possible dangers to my mate, I felt her curiosity grow stronger; until finally, it won out.

"Time for answers!" She shouted, throwing her hands up in there air and grinning wickedly from her place on the opposite end of the couch. I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips.

(Bella's POV)

When Jasper was finally done on the phone, I couldn't help but to pounce on the first chance I got. My curiosity was getting overwhelming. I needed to know who this vampire — this man — was that I am mated to and easily falling in love with.

"I was born in 1844 and raised in Huston, Texas. I was 17 in 1861 and had to lie about my age in order to join the Confederate Army and serve in the Civil War. I always was charismatic — which is why many think I have my empathic ability now, but I used it to move up the ranks quickly. By the time I was 19 I had obtained the rank as the youngest Major in the Texas cavalry — and that was true, even with the fake age." He must have felt my shock, pride, and awe and felt the need to warn me, "This is not a pretty story, Darlin'. It gets pretty gruesome from here."

I nodded in understanding, trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever it was that he had been through. The marks on his skin showed that whatever it was, it was more than gruesome. But I needed to know.

I watched as he got a faraway look in his eyes, and I knew he would be reliving exactly what he was telling.

"In 1863, I was 20 years old and was leadin' some women and children away from Galveston with the rest of my squadron. On my trip back, I saw three women off to the side. I assumed they were stragglers and offered them my aid. But these women, they were the most beautiful I had ever seen," I tensed at his words; I had a pretty good idea of what happened next. "Maria, Lucy, and Nettie. I heard them talkin'; Maria saying somethin' about wantin' to 'keep this one'. To say I was confused is almost as big of an understatement as saying I was scared.

"I was very tempted to leave; to jump on my horse and never turn back. But I kept tellin' myself that these were just women — despite their otherworldly beauty — and bein' the good southern gentleman I was, I couldn't just leave 'em there. Little did I know my fate was already decided." He chuckled humorlessly.

"When I awoke three days later, I was stuck in the Southern Newborn Wars. You already know that durin' the first year as a vampire is when you have the most strength, speed, and you're at your most vicious; basically being ruled by your instincts. Well, imagine having up to twenty or sometimes more newborns all fightin' at once.

"It was a vampire named Benito's idea, to make an army that could not be defeated. He used it to gain territory so that he could hunt humans undeterred and without attractin' unwanted attention. However, he was reckless with his newborns, and soon, the Volturi became involved." I couldn't stop the small tremor of fear and disgust that rolled down my spine at the mention of their name. He squeezed my hand lightly in comfort and I relaxed without the help of his gift. He seemingly wasn't even slightly afraid of them.

"But Maria was far more careful. Because of my gift, and a few other reasons, I soon became her second in command. I had to change, then train, and finally dispose of the newborns when they lost their first year abilities and were no longer useful. Feelin' their emotions should have been unbearable, but I had given almost completely over to my instincts and my beast enjoyed them. With me, she never lost a battle." His disgust was clear when he spoke of what Maria had made him do, and my mind's eye tried to imagine the world he was seeing, the past he was reliving.

"My beast didn't like takin' orders from her and I didn't disagree with 'im. But I didn't know another way of life at the time. I lived a century of that hell." He growled, but suddenly the atmosphere calmed and became lighter, if only slightly. "Then there was this newborn named Peter, one who I had changed myself. He was an arrogant bastard and stuck to my side no matter how many times I threatened him. He was a good fighter, but nothing I couldn't have dealt with." He chuckled, but this time it actually contained some amusement.

"Point is, he did get under my skin, and that started an unlikely friendship. I was the Major and he became my Captain. But, one night when we were culling out the newborns whose time had run out, his emotions were noticeably darker than usual. I offered to finish up on my own, but he refused. When we got to the last, a female newborn that I sired named Charlotte came out. The second their eyes met, I felt their love for each other and his panic and fear. When he yelled for her to run and then went after her, I didn't try to stop them. I could have, but he was my friend and I didn't want to have to kill him.

"So he left, and Maria was more than a little upset. He had a gift that she found useful and so she punished me— starved me, actually. She kept me right on the brink of madness and almost too weak to stand. When I was finally able to feed again and think clearly, I started planning.

"A few years later, Peter came for me and explained how I could live without dealin' with her shit and I agreed to go. I lived with him and Char for a while before I had some business to take care of in Philadelphia and that is where I met Alice."

When he was finished, his eyes lost their faraway look and focused directly on mine. I knew what he was doing, searching for my fear and disgust. He wasn't going to find it. I pushed some awe and adoration his way, and the surprise was visible in his eyes.

"Hmmm, I knew your self-preservation had issues, but . . ." He trailed off, smirking at me.

"You know, if it weren't for the fact that it would break my hand, I would slap you for that comment." When our eyes connected and he raised an eyebrow, neither of us could contain our laughter. When we finally quieted and I sobered up, I crawled over to him and sat down on his lap.

"You have to realize that what that bitch made you do, isn't your fault. What you survived is amazing, and you should be proud." I whispered before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, over a silvery crescent scar.

"Shouldn't ya be out of curiosity by now?" He questioned before turning my face to meet his lips. When I felt his tongue press lightly against my lips, I didn't hesitate to allow him in.

As our tongues twirled Jasper pulled one of my legs so that I was now straddling him. I could feel myself getting wet, and the fact that he hadn't brought me pants earlier hadn't escaped my notice. I could feel his hardening member through his jeans and I couldn't help but to roll my hips against him. He groaned in to my mouth as I released a breathy moan.

He must have noticed me struggling for breath, so he moved to kiss my neck as he bucked his hips against me; forcing another moan from my lips. With my lips free and air entering my lungs, thought finally made its way back through my lust filled haze.

I pushed slightly on his shoulders and he groaned— this time in frustration— as he sat back. I pushed some of my curiosity towards him as a reminder and in response he sent me his own, tinged with understanding and resignation. I sent him some amusement and lust, but I knew what he was telling me— to ask away.

I was still straddling him, but I knew neither of us wanted to move so we stayed put. I heard a slight rumbling in his chest and realized that he was once again purring. But that question could wait, as I went back through everything he just told me and I tried to come up with something to solve just a little of my curiosity.

"You said that you became her second in command because of your gift and a 'few other reasons' . . ." I trailed off in question, quoting him all the while.

"So damn perceptive," He grumbled before sitting up a little straighter and taking a deep breath. I knew this would be the story. Whatever had terrified Victoria and whatever I had had my suspicions about. Finally— I had never enjoyed a time for answers as much as this; I simply needed to know.

"When I was changed, I was . . ." He paused, trying to think of the right way to describe it, "different. I was stronger and faster than any of the other newborns. I had carried my military skills over through the change; everythin' from fightin' to strategizin' was now intensified through the change. That is how I got through my first year—winning every battle I was in— because at the time I still didn't know how to control my gift.

"I told you that I was 'the Major', but that was more than just a name. My brother, Peter, he started the rumors— the legends— about how I was the strongest vampire in the world. How I had never lost a fight and how I had been trainin' and commandin' newborn armies, sometimes up to 30 in number. And that was mostly true, because somehow, I never lost my newborn strength. As long as there is some human blood in my veins the strength and speed remain the same as when I first woke up." He looked at me, studying my reaction.

I had already decided to keep completely calm, for the both of us. The human blood question would come soon, but I didn't want to interrupt.

He seemed to realize that, and continued on.

"When Maria had found out I was plannin' to leave, she tried to threaten that she would starve me again. She thought she could stop me." He chuckled, amused with her stupidity. It was obvious, even to me— who had only seen him fight once— that he couldn't be stopped easily.

"She tried, hard. She tried to turn the whole damn army of 26 newborns on me. But most of them knew better — the ones who I had trained more personally. Those were the only ones to live, because they didn't try to oppose me. They also didn't try to help me, because when I let my demon — the true 'Major' — out, he will kill anyone in his way. That was actually the first and only time he had free reign, usually I stayed in the back corridors of my mind to make sure he didn't go too far, but I was beyond that. If anyone had been stupid enough to get in my way, they deserved to die." He looked in to my eyes, waiting for my reaction again, but I was far too intrigued. Probably more than I should have been.

"I saved Maria for last. She thought of herself as a good fighter, but she was mediocre at best. She wasn't hard to incapacitate, but I took it slow, allowin' her some of the pain she inflicted on me and the others. But that, of course, just gave Peter more to add to the legends of 'The Major'; how I took down 16 newborns and my sire all on my own." He shook his head, seemingly humored by his brother's antics.

He looked at me, waiting for a response.

"Wow," I breathed, knowing that it was an understatement for what I had just heard. "That's . . . incredible, amazing, miraculous . . . But wait," I paused as a new question bombarded my thought process, "If you are the legendary 'Major', why do you pretend to be weaker than Emmett and slower than Edward?"

He looked me in the eyes, probably amused at that being my only reaction.

"The Cullen's don't actually know my story. They know I am Jasper Whitlock," Well, that answered one of my questions. I had already known that 'Hale' belonged to Rosalie. "I was in the Newborn Wars, and that I somehow escaped. However, I lead them to think that these scars were mainly from being trained and that most of those who had delivered the bites are still alive and that I was 'unable' to fight them off. They also believe that I do not remember any of my human life, for the legend of 'the Major' includes the fact that I was in the Confederate Army."

I looked in to his eyes and smiled slightly. "Great, so not only am I mated to the world's most dangerous, legendary vampire but he is also such an amazing actor that he can fool a mind reader and a physic . . . I kind of wonder if there is some kind of vampire version of the 'Golden Globe Awards' because I bet we could get you some serious trophies." There were still a few questions that needed to be answered, but I was willing to put them on hold for now.

I studied his eyes for a moment, trying to see if my attempt to lighten the mood had succeeded. When I saw the flicker of humor in his copper eyes and a light chuckle left his lips, I was relieved.

When Jasper abruptly stood, he took me with him. Seeing as how I was already straddling his hips, I easily wound my legs around him and locked my ankles.

"We need to get you packed," He whispered in to my neck, his lips brushing my skin and making me shiver deliciously. I could feel the slight turning of his lips against my flesh; apparently he was pleased with my reaction.

"Where are we going?" I questioned, trying to keep my voice even despite the fact that my bare core was brushing against the fabric of his jeans and his lips were still connected to my neck.

"Just outside of Huston, Texas," He answered flippantly, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. I thought back to the one-sided conversation I had heard a little earlier between him and Peter and then realization struck. Texas must be where he and his mate reside.

"Okay, for how long? We can't just leave without some kind of explanation for the Pixie and Fuckward." I grumbled, hating the idea of being in the same room as either of them, let alone both.

"It's four days 'til the family is supposed to be back, I guess Peter's gonna keep us there 'til the last second. We will try and be back before they come, though." He answered, and I was grateful that he understood that we couldn't just disappear without a word.

He grabbed my waist and placed me on the ground in front of him, slowly scanning my body with his eyes. He chuckled slightly before he met my own, "Ya know, I think I have a pair of sweat pants that you can barrow if ya don't wanna deal with the horrors of whatever Alice packed."

I couldn't help but to laugh as I put my arms around his waist to pull myself in to the comforts of his muscular chest. "Saving a damsel in distress, are we, Major?" I asked in that innocent way that just screamed 'guilty!'

He snorted slightly, "I don't think I would consider ya 'in distress,' but yeah, you're welcome." He whispered in my ear, and then suddenly was gone. It truly showed just how much faster he was than Edward, for when Edward moved at full speed he was still at least a blur. I suddenly wondered when the last time was that he was able to act fully like himself.

After he appeared back in front of me, he placed grey sweats and a pair of my boy shorts in my waiting hands. "Thank you," I whispered, kissing his lips lightly, sweetly. I didn't bother to go in to another room to change. There would be no point, I was already bare and it was nothing he hadn't seen last night. I simply pulled on the fabric and then stood to my full height. Then I realized something— I was practically drowning in them. The sweat pants were meant for his 6'3" height, not my own 5'6". I had to roll the waist a few times so they wouldn't fall off my hips, and cuff the legs so they wouldn't drag as much.

I noticed the color of Jasper's eyes, black and sparkling with lust. But I knew we had important tasks to fulfill first, and that was why he was fighting it. I could try and be a good little soldier and not give in to his temptations for now, but my resolve wouldn't last long.

He took my hand gently in his, and led me to the door. We only paused for a second on the outside, for him to close and lock it, before we headed to the garage. The silence was short, but comfortable.

"We're taking my truck— it has tinted windows, which we'll need down south."

My eyes followed where he was pointing to the most beautiful truck I had ever seen. It was a black Ford F-150 Harley-Davidson Edition; the dark windows somehow making the beast look sleek. It fit Jasper— strong, powerful, and fast. He walked beside me to my door, his arm lazily around my waist. When we reached it, he swung the door open for me and I stared for a few seconds. There was no way in hell I could get in on my own, it was much too high.

I heard an amused laugh leave his lips, and I knew it was because he was sensing my emotions. He knew why I wasn't just climbing in. He turned me towards him and placed a kiss on my cheek before he lifted me by my hips and placed me on the seat. Within a second my door was closed and he was seated in the driver's side. I sent him some gratitude and he smirked at me, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

He sped out of the driveway and quickly started towards my house, barely paying attention to the road at all. With most vampires that frightened me, made me feel like we were going to crash— but why would they care? They would walk away without a scratch on them. Jasper on the other hand, I trusted completely. The fact that he had super-supernatural skills only added to my confidence in him. I knew I had nothing to fear and that there was no way he was ever going to let anything happen to me. I had watched as he killed two vampires to keep me safe, and I knew that he wasn't about to let a stupid car accident finish the job. Finally, I remembered where I had already realized we were heading.

"Why are we going to my house?" I questioned curiously.

Jasper chuckled before answering, "Well, it was either go pick up some clothing for you from your house or you could keep wearing Alice's or mine. As much as I love you in my pants, I thought you might be more comfortable in your own . . ." He trailed off, smiling cockily at me.

"I don't know about that, yours are pretty comfy." I responded with a wink, before turning and looking out the window for the rest of the ride.


A few minutes later, we were pulled up in front of my house, and I groaned when I noticed Charlie's cruiser parked in the driveway.

"You are not going in there," I told Jasper seriously, "As far as Charlie's concerned, you and the rest of the family are off on some camping trip and Alice is the one who drove me here."

He gave me a slightly pouting look before mischief bloomed in his red tinted golden orbs— he was planning something. "I promise you that the Chief won't see me."

I knew that was the best I could hope for and nodded before jumping down on to the pavement. I made my way to the door, not in a rush to see my father. When I finally entered to confines of the small house, I had to walk through the living room to reach the stairs which lead to the second story. I hoped that he wouldn't notice me, but of course he did. What kind of cop would he be if he didn't even notice someone creeping in his own home? As soon as I heard the baseball game fall silent, I knew he put it on mute because he had something to say to me.

"Hey, Bells! What are you doing home? I thought Alice had you for the week." He speculated as he slowly turned his head towards where I stood.

"Yeah, I just needed to pick up a few things . . ." I knew when he saw me completely because there was a sharp intake of breath. I looked down, remembering what I was wearing and what it would look like to a father. Men's sweat pants and a man's long sleeved t-shirt; I knew my hair couldn't look great— it would look like I just rolled out of bed, probably after having sex. Thankfully, he had no way to prove that was true.

I looked up to his face, keeping my own indifferent. His face— normally a creamy pale color— was turning pink, to red, to a light shade of purple. As he slowly started to breathe again, he began to look more healthy; for a second I had actually feared he was about to have a heart-attack. His eyes narrowed to slits.

"What are you wearing?" He growled out through clenched teeth.

I forced myself to look surprised by his reaction, and quickly thought up an excuse. "Well, when I woke up and remembered that everything Alice packed me was pink, I looked in the dryer and saw that there was some less offending clothing there." I paused and looked down, tugging slightly at the hems of my shirt. "I think this might be Jasper's . . ." I trailed off, shrugging my shoulders.

He visibly relaxed, buying my little story easily. "Okay, that's okay." Even his voice was smothered in relief. I hated lying to him, but this would just have to do. "But, Bella, you know that you will be alone with a boy someday, and he could put a lot of pressure on you to—" I quickly and effectively cut off the beginning of his try at the 'Sex Talk.'

"Don't worry dad, Edward and I are not" I stressed "going to be doing that anytime soon— unless we are married." I added in, but he didn't know that that was never going to happen.

"Okay, but you haven't— I mean you haven't already . . ." He trailed off, blushing profusely. It was getting harder and harder to keep my own embarrassment off my cheeks, but I knew that my expression had to be a sight to see.

"No, I haven't." I answered, maybe a little too quickly. That was always my issue when I lied— saying things to fast, just wanting to get it over with. He looked at me skeptically, and I knew I had to elaborate. "I'm a virgin." I hissed and looked him hard in the eyes. He nodded and quickly turned back to the television as I dashed up the stairs towards my room.

I flung the door open, and walked as calmly to my closet as possible.

"Well, someone's not being honest with their father." I heard behind me, I sighed knowing that he kept his promise of Charlie not seeing him and slightly expecting his presence, anyway. I could practically hear the smug smile on his lips.

I turned around and looked at him, "Oh, I'm sorry, would you like to introduce yourself then?"

"I'd love to." Jasper's strong accent made me shiver with desire, but I slowly came back to myself as he began to make his way to my door. I placed my hand on his chest, and he smiled at me with an eyebrow raised. He must have felt my quiet panic because he just laughed slightly before pulling me into his arms and leading me to my bed, pulling me in to his lap.


A/N: So, what did you think!? Another chapter down! Any idea why Peter needs them to come to Texas and what 'bad thing' would happen if they stayed in Forks?! What about Edward and Alice's reactions to Jasper and Bella?! Any ideas on what's going to happen next?! Review!

If you have any questions or comments, post them in my reviews and I will answer them in my next Author's Note at the bottom of the chapter!

Olivia Williams: cock blocker! damn it peter let him claim his mate already, I find it suss that alice didn't see this or did she? is she eddies mate?

Bellisma:Thanks for the review! But actually, if you go back and read the first couple chapters, there is a few different times where both Jasper and Bella mention that Alice can no longer see Bella in her visions, just as Edward can't read her thoughts. Jasper is the only one of the three who's gift works on her. I don't want to tell you anything about future chapters, but Bella and Jas had already slept together, though, they haven't marked each other, yet. Keep reading!

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