Hello, welcome to the next chapter of SAM, but I have to say, I'm not so confident about it. It took a while to do/grasp. After I had half of it done, I couldn't bring myself to finish the rest... it just didn't feel right.
But don't let that stop you from reading!
Thanks a bunches to the many follows, favorites and reviews. I'm grateful that everyone is actually like this story and even if the direction of it is all crazy and sort of all over the place; but hey, it is Jasper and it is Bella. What'd you expect? Jasper's no Edward.
Enjoy the chaotic chapter and a POV from Major...
Chapter 9: Wipe Away What Wets Your Brow, It's Over Now
Major's POV
"Good morning, Jasper." I heard that sweet, octave voice chime in my ears as I slowly woke and came to; 'cept she must've ain't have a good memory because I distinctly remember telling my little mate that playtime was over. That Jasper was taking a nap and I, Major was in control. My eyes fluttered open just to see her looking at me with them dull red ones. Starin' at me fondly and shit.
She was fucking gorgeous, features toned and enhanced. Her hair a deep and rich brunette. Her skin was flawless and her body's curves enhanced through that demin apron she used as a dress. I found myself becoming aroused just looking at her. Now I see why fate wanted me with this one. But I couldn't let myself stray from the mission at hand. This lil' missy screwed up and showed her ass, so now I had to go and show mine right back.
"Mornin'." I simply say, folding my arms behind my head like a headrest.
I watched as she propped an elbow up. "... how did you sleep?"
"Peachy." I say, turning my head from her gaze. She must have thought things would be all good as soon as we woke up from blasted slumber—which I was kind enough to let her have after that little stunt she pulled.
"Oh..." She muttered, but suddenly perked up grabbing my arms and yanking me on and on. God, this woman—vampire was proving to be more perky than the pixie wife we left behind. She was sitting on her legs, my hand tightly gripped in hers, bouncing up and down on the bed, the creeks of the springs in the mattress singing a creaky song. "Well, come on! Come on, I have a surprise for you!"
I groaned, letting her force me out of the bed, and drag me into the small room of our shack decked out with the gas stove, fridge, countertops and sink. The wooden table placed in the middle of the open room, which took of most of the space in this shack was set. Two plates in front of two chairs I assumed to be for the two of us. A bottle of red wine, what looked like a pot roast, baked bread and a bowl of salad decorated the table. She even added more brownie points to her score by sprinkling flower petals on the wooden floors and over the table.
"What's the hell's all this?" I muse, letting go of her hand to look over all of the food. "Is it my birthday or somethin'?"
"No, baby..." Bella breezed over to me, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet while grasping both of my hands. She gazed at me fondly with those starry eyes. "J-Just breakfast... for two." Her teeth grazed over that fat bottom lip like she was nervous or somethin'.
And yeah, I was right. I felt it. She was nervous.
I snorted, however looking back to the table.
It was a perfect spread of brunch for any human.
Which is what we ain't.
Playtime was over, just as I mentioned before and reprimanded to her last night. We wasn't going to do any of this stuff anymore. I let go of her hand, shaking my head at the brunette.
"Breakfast?" Her head perks up at the incredulous tone in my southern voice. "There you fuckin' go startin' this early in the morning. We're vampires, darlin'. We don't eat—certainty not breakfast—we feed. Now had you said feeding—then maybe I would'a actually took the time out to sit to a table with ya'." I crossed my arms and held my chin high, narrowing my dark eyes at the shocked brunette.
She was confused for a knick of time before realization hit her—tweedy bird here figured out that she fuckin' tawt she taw a puddy-cat and indeed did see a puddy-cat.
"... M-Major Wh-Whitlock?" The words tumbled out of her pretty little mouth, bring the most cocky smiles of a motherfucker to my face.
I nod once and rub a hand over my bare, well-defined chest. "In the marbled-flesh, darlin'."
This seemed to scare her just a tad. She twiddle her thumbs together, looking at her small feet covered in those red wedges. "Where's..." She started, biting her bottom lip. "Where's Jasper?"
I smile crooked at her, touching my chest again. But my mate shook her head no. "Y-You're not Jasper. J-Jasper calls me sugar, not darlin'... and he's not rude to his mate—"
"Well, Jazzy-boy ain't putting up with your bullshit no more—I'm here to set you straight, mate." I cut her off, snapping immediately because she was beginning to annoy me by trying to act all innocent and shit like last night ain't happen. That had her silenced, so I hardened my tone and went on with the terms playing out in my mind, "There'll be no more tapping into folks' emotions so you can sleep—you're a vampire and vampires don't sleep. As for this whole parading around as a human bullshit—we'll still do it, just to a certain extent. No fuckin' breakfast—"
I swiped all the food and human shit on the floor, smirking at the way her sexy face formed a scowl and a high pitched gasp escaped her lips. Sounded like a referee's whistle. And it was exactly how she sounded last night, if ya' catch my drift.
"I spent all morning making that!" Bella whined, her perfectly arched eyebrows furrowing. She stomped a foot on the wooden floors, breezing over to the mess on the floor.
"Don't interrupt me, darlin'. Or there will be a problem." I warn in a snarl, grabbing her forearm and yanking her to stand. "Now leave that shit on the floor and stand back up so I can finish saying what I got to say."
I started again. "No human food—vampires don't eat—you are not a half inbred like your daughter... what y'all call her? Jessie?"
"Nessie..." She seethed through gritted teeth, crossing arms over her chest.
"Don't give me attitude, either woman." I snapped back at her, inching forward as a warning. She stiffened her shoulders and let out a huff, eyes glistening with tears that'd never fall.
Bella was getting put in her place—which is what I was here for.
"... why are you so mean?" I heard her mutter so low.
"Why am I so mean? Why were you such a dumb bitch for these past three weeks?"
"I-I wasn't—I just—we were..." She mumbled, but I cut her off once again.
"Me and you was what?" Hands went haughtly on my hips as I waited for my answer, that of course never came.
She ain't even meet my gaze. Instead she stared at the floor, twiddling her thumbs and chewing on that bottom lip, as usual. "... I..." And then she did it. She started to sniffle like a little girl and sob to herself like she actually had the ability to cry. I hated this empath shit for the very reason that I had to feel what others felt, so when she sat there drying sobbing and sniffling her nose, I couldn't felt but feel a bit sad for my mate... maybe I was a little too harsh—nah, I shook my head. Because this girlie was being over dramatic. She even threw her big self on the ground like she was a baby throwing a temper tantrum.
Hell fucking naw.
"No." I hissed, needing to regain my dominance over this dame. "No crying—not unless you want to be given something to cry for." I yanked her by the straps of her apron and forced her to her feet, whispering in a hard, cynical tone, "Stand up straight like a proper lady and fix your face, mate."
I felt her angry seething at my warning; she bared her exposed fangs, yelling at the top of her lungs. "Fuck you!" So I smacked her ass real hard, and pinned her against the wall, knocking down some posters in the process.
But before I could feel her resolve to fight back, she sprang at me. I was the skilled fighter though and she was nothing but a newborn with a couple of years slapped on. I caught her with open arms and pinned her beneath me, smirking at the way she hissed and growled in a desperate bid to bite or attack me.
I had to admit, this was pure entertainment. I loved a gal with spunk and Jasper's brother's wife did just the thing. I was feeling alive and electrified to call this one my mate—even if she is difficult, stubborn, a ku-ku bitch and was as delusional as they came. But as I said before, I was here to fix that. Her husband fucked her up and made her this way. Now that the shit hit the fan and it was revealed that she was my true mate, it was just my job to fuck her right— figuratively and literally.
Bella managed to knee me in my dick—but I already seen that one coming. Most females went for that area so it was typical. That little move was easily evaded. So she tried to break her arms free, but I ended up keeping them down.
She failed at each attack, and it was getting annoyin' as hell. Even though I was never out around the pixie bitch Alice, I could tell she'd never be this much of a challenge. Her tiny self was always submissive.
I pinned both arms above her head with one hand and I grabbed her chin with my other, drawing her gaze to meet mine through her struggles.
Our little game had to end now. It'd be 11:00 a.m soon and I ain't want to hear that fat bastard in my ears about work and shit. Ask me why I didn't just consider killing the fat fuck... but his disappearance would cause suspicion among all these folks.
"That's enough, lil' missy." I affirmed. "This all ends now."
When I let her go and got up off of her, standing, she crawled to the nearest corner and grumbled, "Just leave me alone."
"I'm not gonna' do that, sugar." I made my tone of voice sound more civilized and slowly crept closer to her. She peeked an eye open.
"Jasper... are you back?" I wanted to burst out laughing at how gullible she was but held it in. I had about a good three minutes before I had to get to work 'round here. Might as well use that time to fuck with her some more.
I kneeled down to her level, grabbing her up in my arms, crushing my face against her chest. "Yes... I am, Bella." I mumbled into her tits.
"Oh, Jasper!" She hugged me ever harder. "Jazz, I-I'm so sorry, baby! About last night! About all week! About everything!"
"You really mean it, sugar?"
No way she meant it. Her tight ass was bluffing.
"Yes!" She whimpered into my ears, kissing my lips over and over.
I deepened the kiss, nipping those plump lips before slapping her ass and shoving her off me. "Well, I'll need that in blood, darlin'. And it'll take more than your sobs and cute, lil' nicknames to get me to let you off the hook like that. You got a lot of making up do." I stood, crossing my arms.
Realization hit her. "You tricked me!" She gasped, narrowing her now darkened eyes at me.
"Yes I did. Just like you tricked me." I bent down, flicking her nose.
"But I didn't mean—"
"Darlin', don't lie to yourself, now. You hid the blood in the back." I gestured to the fridge, waltzing in the room to slip on some jeans and socks.
"Only for special reasons..." She tried to argue, flitting next to me as I kicked on my boots.
"Such as last night, huh?"
"No... not—"
"Well, it don't matter." I stood, feeding her guilt because that was one emotion she ain't want to admit to feeling. Once it settled in the pit of her emotions, Bella began to sob again just like before. It pulled on my dead heartstrings for a bit—probably the works of Jasper feeling bad for her, but I shoved it down my throat and ignored it. I crossed my arms once more, towering over her as she dry-cried. "How old are you?"
"19..." She stammered in between sobs.
"No, Ms.I-wanna-be-human. How old are you right now—meaning, who old would you be?" I sassed.
"... 26."
"Then fuckin' act like it!" I yelled, making her wince. "Get your priorities straight before you make me go crazy! I like you, damn it! You sure as hell is better than that ol' pixie. But with all your bitchin' and shit, it's making me want to just pull this mating bond. I have the control and power to make you feel nothing for me. It's not a problem to erase what we been building and you know it. Get you act together or you lose me. You lose your one true mate. And you know I ain't playing. Me nor Jasper."
I slipped on a tank top and grabbed the tools I needed for today. "Where are you going?" I heard her whimper.
"To fuckin' work, because somebody can't control their temper! I got me some shacks to paint in order to keep your ass here with me." I seethe over my shoulder as I step over the mess of food, broken glass and wasted wine. "And clean this mess up!"
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Humans were so goddamn annoying.
"Oh, it's you!" The old man poked his head out of the open window of his bungalow. "What will you be painting next?"
"The Taj Mahal." I say, rolling my eyes.
That was his fourth time asking me that question. This old must have been stupid—I was using this roller to slap paint onto his shack, right?
Yeah.
I did finish half of the shack already, with the aide of my agile speed, right?
Yes, soiree.
And he did see me covered in blots of pink and blue paint, right?
... undetermined about that one right there. This ol' coot may have been half blind.
"Wow, it warms my heart to see the youngsters working hard." He chimed, licking his chapped lips and closing his eyes.
And I'm sure it did. I could smell the blood slowly pulsing through his veins. I would've probably went for it, but I think I was beginning to like this one.
He didn't put up a lot of trouble for me—prime example being my red eyes.
As soon as I started, he came to look in my eyes and asked me why they were so red. I simply jerked my head in the direction of my shack and said "See that girl in there that I'm always with?"
He nodded his head.
"She likes it when I wear red contacts. She's a freak."
And his response to that was telling me all of his freak women encounters when he was a young one, to which I half listened as he went on and did half my work painting his home quick with my vampire speed when he wasn't looking. And he ain't even question me on that, too. Instead, pat me on the back and went back inside to do whatever the fuck it is he does.
"Will you being doing the inside, too?" I heard him ask in his gruff tone.
"Yeah, cover up the furniture."
Might as well did. It's only been thirty minutes and Bella still needed to cool down. I could still hear her dry sobs all the way from the shack. Give or take an hour or two and she'd finally pick her ass up and possibly go into a newborn rage if she didn't learn shit from what I reprimanded earlier this morning.
"I'll go start now." He waved himself on. "And later on you should come see my girls!"
I nod once, snorting to myself when he walks away. And as soon as he's outta' sight, I re-dip my roller in the paint and fleetly paste it onto the wall I was working on, finishing that one in a jiffy.
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"Bella—you done sobbing to yourself now?" I questioned out loud as I made my way up to the stairs of the shack.
I stood at the threshold of the bungalow watching as she collected herself off the wooden floors. It had been an hour now, so I decided to come check up on my little mate. I noticed she stopping "crying" thirty minutes back so I finished up the old man's shack and then had to just finish his shutters and window panes as soon as my break was over.
It was past noon now when she crossed her arms over her chest and sniffles once.
I raised my arms up and let the fall gently back to my side. "You gonna' answer me, woman?"
Bella narrowed her darkened eyes and mumbled so low I had to strain my ears to hear, "I'm—thirsty."
"Go—hunt." I retort, mocking her tone of voice. As mentioned so many damn times, two could definitely play that game.
"You're the man, so you should do all of the providing, Jasp—Major."
"And you're the woman, so you should learn to fend for yourself when I ain't around and not spend all your time crying like a little bitch."
Her shoulder stiffened at that remark so I smirked smugly and winked at her. Just to tease my lil' darlin' and see if she learned her lesson—which I was sure she didn't.
Bella's eyes watered up once again and she took in a deep breath and held it, those pretty, molten black eyes narrowing into slits. She was getting mad—heated would be the correct term and I knew if I kept egging her on, she'd blow.
Mate took a deep breath before saying through gritted teeth, "Major Whitlock—please."
I raised an eyebrow. She was at her last wits. "Please what?"
"Damn it! You know what! I'm thirsty!"
"Then go catch yourself a dolphin or something." I shout back at her, raising my arms. "I gotta' do everything around here?"
"Well that's what a real man is supposed to do."
"Oh, a real fella' like your husband Edward right?"
"I didn't say—"
"But you were gonna', sweetcheeks. I know it and sure as hell felt it just itchin' to come out of your mouth."
"Was not!" Bella barked out, clenching her hands into tight, little fists.
"Was to!"
"Nu-uh!" She breezed in front of me.
"Ya, uh!" I wrapped arms around her waist.
"I didn't!"
"But you were!"
Mate pressed her lips feverishly against mine, our tongues automatically meeting. I let my hands trail down to her thighs, pulling her body close to mine. Bella moaned, her fingers tangled in my hair, and trying to push my head down further, towards her. I moved my right hand up, grabbing her ass. It was so plump, I couldn't help myself and I know I shouldn't have been givin' the Looney bitch the satisfaction but I was a man. And she was my woman. And a man couldn't help but spoil his woman even if she been doing him wrong since about... week two.
Bella's back hit the wall beside the thersold that led to the small bedroom, her legs quickly wrapping around my waist, grinding her warmth against my now hardening groin. We groaned simultaneously, feeling the heat of each others bodies and the urge to ravage each other to no end. I could feel her lust overpowering my own; she wanted me inside her. She wanted this dick and I would have gave it to her, but I had work to finish and she hadn't learned her lesson.
Holstering up my girl, I broke our never-ending kiss session and threw her body into the room, her landing on the mattress of the futon with a loud and big boing.
"You best take care of that thirst, darlin'." I checked the pocket watch I had hanging from one of the loops of my jeans and tipped my head to her. "See ya' later on tonight, mate. Gotta' go finish up the old geezer's shack."
I ran off out of the shack before I could hear her ravenous screech and the ominous sound of things breaking. Oh, well. None of that shit belonged to me anyways. She could break whatever the hell she wanted and have her lil' newborn rage.
I whistled a short tune as I made my way, walking to the old man's shack. He spotted me using a bulky pair of binoculars. "Oh, you're back!"
I nod once, tipping my head to the oldie named Ricardo. Funny he had a Hispanic name but was as much of a honky as the came. "Yep, got me some shutters and windows to do." I say, stepping up on his bungalow-porch, pail of blue paint and small brush in my hands so I could coat the panes of the windows.
"Come, have a look at my girl." He put his binoculars down and reached for the magazine resting on the patio table. He flipped it open and showed me a double-truck page of a blonde porn-star. "Isn't she gorgeous?" - "I call her Lucy."
I let out a chuckle, shaking my head at Ricardo who I now figured to be a pervert.
"She sure looks better than my girl!" I yelled to the sky, knowing damn well Bella heard it loud and clear. I snorted when I heard another screech of anger from her.
I started gently brushing on the blue coat paint while Ricardo stopped watching "his girl" and was peering through those binoculars of his, watching my shack where various things were being tossed out the windows—boxes, cups, plates, chairs and shit.
"She's in a real frenzy!" Ricardo exclaimed, peering through his binoculars. He licked his lips watching as a bucket was tossed.
"Bella loves housework." I chime, taking a back glance at the shack and the blurring tornado running through it. I continued my work. Her child-like behavior would be solved as soon as I finished up work for today. Mate would be punished and lectured to. I decided I'd lecture to her all night if I had to. And we'd stay in that shack she was redecorating to nothing as long as we had to until she had her attitude straight and priorities together.
"There goes the lamp!" Ricardo announced.
"And the ironing-board." He added, as I painted on.
"Oh, no! There goes the record player..." he sighed, shaking his head. "And my Prince record I let you borrow last week."
Huh. I think I'd remember if Jasper borrowed a Prince record from this old geezer—which I wouldn't let him do even if I was just an inside-entity of him. Prince was a little too tuttie-fruitie for me with all that eyeliner and hair perms and sequin outfits... while I'm out, giving Jasper a new music taste was something I'd put on my agenda, as well.
"I sure wouldn't want a house-keeper like her!" Ricardo huffed, his tone incredulous.
I nod to that statement. "I don't blame ya'." I was now starting on the shutters.
"She'll be through soon." I gave another back glance to our shack. She'd run out of things to destroy or toss and her anger felt like it was seething from a roaring flame to a little spark. I let out an unnecessary sigh at the trouble this woman was causing. She may have been a better match than the pixie ever was, but this one had too much fire. And her husband ruined her.
"At least your pad will look very Zen now."
I smirk, shrugging my shoulders. "Half that shit wasn't mine anyways."
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Late evening time when the sun was setting was when Bella finished up her newborn fit. She must have ran out of shit to wreck. I gave a wave to the young couple I had just finished painting for, making my way back to my crazy mate.
But somethin' wasn't right.
You know that feeling when it just feels tense? And the atmosphere is still. It's like mother Earth stops spinnin' in the rotation on it's axis of whatever the science shit says, and things just feel... weird.
I walked along the beach, eying the many things Bella got her hands on. The beach was looking like a big junkyard of broken stuff.
Even little shit such as the plastic eyes from the gas stove was what she managed to get her hands on.
Mate must have been real mad at me for leaving her out in the open and tricking her again; she tore the pages from each book we owned. Even her old favorite, Wuthering Heights.
Cabinets, cups, plates, broken chairs, boxes, picture frames, buckets, mirrors, food, even the fridge... it all littered the outside area of our shack. I rounded the corner of the steps and stopped at the sight standing at the top.
Bella in the clothes she first ran away in: those thick, wool tights. The same navy blue shirt, suede vest and mini-flack, black colored jacket. Her face was stoic and her emotions were... undetectable. I knew she had her shield but I also knew that my empath-abilities could still reach out to her if she had it out and surrounded herself—no matter how strong it had became over the years. She seemed however content; the expression on her face gave way to that conclusion.
But the thing that pissed me off the most was the fact that there were bags at her feet. Two duffles and one luggage-carrier. And in her hands... a lantern.
I eyed her for a second before placing hands on my hips. "What in tarnation do you think you're doin', woman?"
Her thin, pink lips curved into a small grin before she shrugged. "I'm taking responsibility, Major."
I raised an eyebrow and glared long and hard at the brunette, feeding her a good dosage of fear. She should be scared of what I was going to do when if she kept fucking around all the goddamn time.
Bella winced slightly at her new, manipulated feelings of fear but regardless kept her head held high as she further explained, "This... this shouldn't have happened."
"What shouldn't have happened?" I snapped through gritted teeth, beginning to become even more enraged. And that damn lantern. Why the hell did she have it and why the fuck did I keep eye-balling it for?! Just sitting there hanging from the hook held in her dainty hands.
Bella gestured to herself with her free hand and then to me, biting her bottom lip, "Major... I love you. And I love Jasper... you're my mate... but let's just face it. I'm a wreck without Edward and you're a wreck without Alice. We were foolish enough to even try to run away from our marriages. I'd be 26-years-old right now and a 26-year-old doesn't leave her daughter or family to run away with her brother-in-law just because she found out that they were truly made for each other."
"God, why do you have to be such a dumb bitch, sometimes?" I spat, watching as her eyes lit with tears that'd never fall. "Don't use your pussy-ass husband or your inbred daughter as an excuse to leave me! You're my mate and you chose to run away with me. You're the one who chose to even make it come to the light with all of your constant teasing, wearing tight clothes and giving me the eyes! You started it, so now you don't want to finish it?!"
Bella shook her head, holding up the lantern. "Major—we can't be together... we're too... toxic."
I inched forward but she did too, so I immediately froze. "We're meant for each other, woman. I don't ever beg so don't you make me want to start now just to keep your ass here with me! Edward ruined you and if you go back... that's it. I'll make sure the mating bond is stripped from the two of us and I'll cease from contact with you—I fucking swear—Bella!"
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Jasper's POV
"Bella, please!" I groaned, holding up a hand, but it was too late. She did it. She threw the lantern and it ricocheted off the table, shattering on the wooden floors.
In an instant, our shack, our home... was engulfed in flames.
"You're insane!" I yelled at her, rushing up the stairs—but the flames ignited ever fiercer than before and nearly lit me on fire.
Bella touched my shoulder. "Major, are you coming?"
But I shrugged her hand off and turned to face her, the tears I'd never thought I'd feel in my eyes and my dead heart split into two. I stared into her eyes for a brief second before looking away. I made my way down the stairs, sighing in a low tone, "I'm back, Bella." - "And we're going home."
A/N:
Um, sorry.
Intense chapter. A lot of you must want to kill Bella.
I know it wasn't much, but the ending killed my soul. Like... why? Why would she even think to do that? Idk the answer, but we'll find out next chapter as they make their way home. Don't hate me either, this doesn't end like this and the journey between Bella and Jasper will continue.
Now, I apologize if Major wasn't portrayed to your liking. I like characters from twilight but I'm not one of those die hard twilight fans who knows everything and about everything and how each character should be and knows the characters like they share the same soul or some shit. I tried my best to what I knew and what I've read before. I hope it was decent enough, Jasper/Major fans!
And if anyone could explain Major's role, throughoutly, it'd be a great help. And don't worry, This isn't the last you've seen of Major.
Please review; feedback is greatly appreciated, just like I've gotten before. I'm happy to know what people are thinking. What are your questions or thoughts of this chapter? And please don't be afraid to be frank or give criticism. I'm all open ears. (Hopefully fan fiction fixed the problems with reviews not showing up. Anyone else having this issue?)
By the way, I love Prince. To all the Prince fans that may have gotten offended at the Prince reference... no hard feelings. I love that man, he could marry me if he wanted.
Stay tooned! You don't want to miss next chapter!
Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan
(I may just start on it tonight!)
And please check out my latest Jasper story! A Jasper/OC called Jasper's Dawn.
