A/N- I don't own Twilight at all, and although Stephanie Meyer is making bank over it, I wouldn't want to own it unless Jasper was with Bella like he is in my universe. Just saying.

So I have been reading a delightful story that I think deserves some serious love: Just Another Twisted Love Story by Wfhbe is funny and supernaturally packed with goodness. Read it and Review because it's great.

Do ya'll think I need a beta? Let me know please, Im wondering if it would help.

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Bella

It's been almost six days since I've been able to be near Jasper and Peter without my guard up. Six days of watching them go about their business as if nothing had changed, when in reality everything had. Six fucking days of a familiar loneliness that gnawed at me slowly.

When we had returned to camp, Peter had grabbed my upper arm and thrown me into the newborns that had lined themselves up upon seeing Jasper's return. I had fallen into a red headed male with a resounding crack, and although nothing was hurt I could feel Peter's remorse and determination. I knew that he hated doing that, but resolved to carry out our plan even if it meant treating me like every other newborn. Maria had watched this little episode with a smirk the size of Texas on her twisted fucking face.

I ignored every instinct to dismember her crazy ass, but I knew that I was perilously close to snapping. After that we had trained with Jasper and Peter, the rest of the newborns having been fed were slightly more calm and coherent making it easier to show them tactical battle strategies as opposed to mindless fighting with no technique. It was a double edged sword really; the newborns were being trained to kill more efficiently and we knew that it would either help us or hurt us depending on which side they chose to fight on.

I had been delving into the minds each newborn in random intervals trying to ascertain which ones were able to process and make rational decisions. I hated peeking into their minds for several reasons; it felt like I was mind raping them and if their thoughts centered on the burn in their throats my own would ignite in response. It was not fun.

I was standing next to the redheaded male that I had been thrown into with a short, dark haired male on my other side. I had already figured out that the dark haired male was still too consumed by his thirst to really be of any help at the moment but the red headed male was different. My gut told me that he was more than he appeared to be; he growled at random intervals and clutched at his throat like the rest but my feeling didn't let up. I felt his gaze on me while I watched Jasper and Peter showcasing a strategy to be used in battle. Lust slammed into me so suddenly I had to throw up my shield before I pounced on someone.

I'd felt the others lust on occasion, especially when the two other females decided they wanted to ride one of the males cocks. I never tried to discern if the lust I felt was directed at me, but in this case I knew it was and it was coming from the red head. I studied him using my amazing vampire peripheral vision while his lust continued to seep out, thankfully blocked my shield. He was paler than most of the newborns, about 6 foot with muscles that were defined but not terribly impressive. The only thing that made this average vampire stand out was his hair, which made me think of the orange-red glow of a lit fire. I decided to do some reconnaissance in his mind; as I had yet to search his.

The things I could do to her. Mmmm…those lips wrapped around my cock, sucking and licking it until I shove it down her throat making her choke…

Images began to appear in his mind, mainly with me on my knees. I wanted to pull out of his mind but I didn't because I was suddenly struck with just how coherent his deluded fantasies were. In the minds of most I'd been able to check out I'd received mainly images of feeding, fighting and fucking with disjointed words intermittently used. Nothing like this complete-if fucking disgusting- thought.

The fantasy had continued and I tried not to cringe when the fantasy me climbed up his lap and began to fuck him stupid. I saw the fictitious Bella scream out his name, which was apparently Patrick. Eww.

I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were sweeping down my body hungrily. I knew there was something off about him! I needed to figure out why he was acting like the other newborns because something told me it wasn't simply for self-preservation. My gaze had lingered too long and his eyes met mine; crimson on crimson. His fantasies continued for a moment before they seemed to switch to a memory. Patrick fucking Maria. Maria whispering to him about how she always rewards her faithful followers with their hearts desires; whether that was blood or playthings.

Patrick's mind switched back into fantasy mode- me as his plaything courtesy of the devil herself. I broke eye contact with that final thought and yanked my mind away from his in disgust. This fucker could be a problem. It seemed to me that he believed that if he served Maria I would be his prize. The amount of lust and misplaced possessiveness would be to our detriment; he would do anything to have me as his submissive toy.

Fuck it all to hell! This was an unnecessary complication; this was a war zone and this fucker just wants to nail me ten ways from Sunday. Sick fuck. And how the hell would I tell the guys without dying of embarrassment? I decided to keep his thoughts quiet for the time being and just tell Peter to try and get a read on him, see which side he thought he'd pick. Jasper wouldn't get too much from him besides a dose of lust and thirst that he didn't need. I shifted to the front of the group watching Peter and Jasper demonstrating how to break holds.

I sent a wave urgency to the two and prayed they got the hint. I hadn't linked my mind to them too often, afraid they would pick up on the lonely tenor in my thoughts. Jasper easily broke Peter's hold on him before turning to the rest of us and splitting us up into pairs to practice. When he reached me he pointed to Peter as my partner. I sent him a wave of thankfulness in response. I felt his own wave of emotion hit me; understanding, curiosity all mixed in with longing and a hint of sadness. Before I gave into the temptation to hug him I flounced to Peter and attempted to get him in a head lock.

Peter gripped my wrist and twisted so that my grip loosened and his head was free. He whirled away and tapped the side of his head in signal. So he wanted a mind chat, I supposed it was safer, if not harder to shield my other thoughts. Once I established the connection I couldn't shield any of my thoughts from him, I only hoped he'd stick to what I was sending him and not invade my privacy. I knew there was a fat chance of that, Peter was a nosy fucker. But I knew he would at least keep it to himself.

The redhead, Patrick is his name, he's not as irrational as he pretends to be. I thought to Peter after I linked my mind to his. Peter quirked a brow and pounced on me placing my torso in an iron grip.

So you think he's up to something? Peter questioned while I tried to twist his arms into letting me go. His grip didn't slacken as I answered.

I know he's up to something. I think you should try and gauge which side he'll be on or maybe get a read on why he's faking.

I gave up trying to unlock his arms and settled for giving him the unexpected. I threw myself back into him, causing us to fall backward and his grip to loosen allowing me to twist away and pull his arms behind his back with his face buried in the desert floor.

I'll get a read on him. Nice move, kitten. Oh and is that fantasy yours? His thoughts were devious. I released him and jumped away, before sending him a message and then severing the mind link quickly.

No, it isn't my fantasy.

I fucking knew that peeping Tom would see something I didn't want him to see. Peter was feeling curiosity and concern, probably in regards to my last thought. I briefly wondered if Peter would blow our cover and go all overprotective brother on me. I doubted it; Peter could handle his shit.

Peter dusted himself off before heading to Patrick and directing me to spar with his partner while he sparred and tried to get a read on the red headed pervert. I followed instructions and soon locked the slightly darker newborn in my arms. I watched Peter out of the corner of my eye. He had Patrick by the head and shoulders and I could tell he was being rougher on him than usual. Patrick looked terrified and I had to suppress a smirk, at the way Peter was asserting his big brother side.

The rest of the daylight hours were spent practicing breaking grips and placing the strongest holds on an opponent. It became monotonous to me, but I knew that repetition would make it second nature and that was the point. When the sun began dip below the horizon Jasper called for us to break up and 'rest' for a bit. We headed back to camp and a bonfire was quickly made, while the newborns gravitated to their usual activities.

I noticed that the two females had made their selections for the evening and had retreated into the shadows with their 'partners'. I could feel the gazes of a few of the males, lingering lust-filled gazes. I edged away and took a seat on the still warm desert sand away from the fire on the edge of camp. I had a perfect view of everything going on within the camp, yet I was far enough away that I could see anyone approach with ample time to react. I easily picked out Jasper and Peter as they stood on the opposite edge of camp, arms crossed over their chests looking like prison guards.

I could see their lips moving quickly, their faces were impassive but I could detect the concern in their eyes. Peter must be informing Jasper of the Patrick situation. I hoped that Patrick wouldn't be too much of an issue. I wondered what the best course of action we should take. Obviously it was imperative that Jasper, Peter and I continue to be distant with each other; we had a potential spy in our midst. I was about to link my mind to Jasper and Peter to see what Peter might have felt from Patrick when I noticed that the red headed pervert was approaching me.

He crept closer; his hair seemed to glow brighter with the light of the fire reflecting off of it. I growled lowly in warning. Patrick hesitated for a moment before continuing his stride towards me. I plugged into his mind to get a read on what he could want. His thoughts had a determined edge to them and it made me instantly uneasy. I allowed my shield to drop so I could feel what he was feeling. Overwhelming lust and possessiveness. This could not end well.

I stood and quickly decided it would not be tactically smart to use my telekinesis on him; he would probably just tell our maker and that was not an option. I tried to push lethargy and calm on him, but he continued to sidle up to me unhindered. His lust and possessiveness were too much and with his rationality he was not easily controlled. Fuck.

His hand crept up my side and I grabbed it before it wandered anywhere near my breasts. I wanted to crush his grimy hand and tried unsuccessfully to do so. He winced and his thoughts reflected his anger at my move.

Fucking hell! Stupid bitch, she can't beat me. She'll submit soon enough…

I was so caught up in his mental words that I missed it when he raised the hand that I had grabbed and roughly slid his hand down the front of my jeans. I snarled in his face and tried to twist my body away from his probing hand, I would kill this asshole if it was the last thing I did. The hand that was not trying to fondle my lady parts held my hip in a vice grip, making my attempts to twist away nearly impossible. I swung my fist at his face with all my might, but his face barely registered my action.

My growls only grew in volume as I continued to fight the crazy, demented piece of shit. His hand was rough against my sensitive clit, he continued to try and shove his long fingers inside me, but my movements were making it difficult. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and his hand shot out of my pants in response. I forced my teeth through his tough vampiric skin and tore away a chunk of him, spitting the hefty piece in his face. My anger was so intense that I was too slow in picking up the thought of his next action and I was caught off guard as his fist collided with my face sending me flying back.

Before I could jump up and tear him apart, Jasper suddenly appeared and grabbed Patrick from his mid-air leap towards me. Even with my vampire eyesight it was hard for me to keep up with the quick dismemberment of Patrick. I had never seen Jasper look more feral. Patrick never stood a chance.

He fucking touched her. Tried to fuck with my Bella. Kill. Fucker. Burn you son of a bitch. Jasper's thoughts reached my mind as Patrick's thoughts abruptly ended.

I watched in shock as he tossed every limb he detached into the bonfire that blazed and hissed with the venom dripping out from the severed limbs. Only after every piece was burning did he lose the wild look and his face softened and took on a worried expression. His ruby eyes met mine and I could feel his anger and jealousy ebb slightly-jealousy?- only to be replaced with worry, self-doubt and shame.

She looks so shocked. I wish I could feel her emotions. No, actually I don't. I couldn't stand to feel her disgust. I really am a monster. His thoughts explained his confusing emotions.

I snarled at him and he looked upset for a moment. I sent him a message in my mind silencing his thoughts.

Jasper! Don't you dare think for a moment that I think you are a monster! Jesus! Patrick had his hand down my pants and wasn't going to let up until I killed him. You saved me the trouble, and I thank you for helping me out when I needed it. Jazz, I will never think of you as a monster, so you better understand that and accept it. My mental rant had started out harsh but softened with the last sentence. I sent him a wave of thankfulness, affection, and acceptance to illustrate my point.

His face relaxed and his lips lifted up in a tiny smile. I was going to walk towards him but a movement from behind Jasper stopped me in my tracks. Maria, in her signature long, dark skirt and tight blouse floated towards us. Her face was set in anger and I could it along with a flurry of other negative emotions; shockingly there was a trickle of fear mixed in. She stopped short of Jasper and growled before speaking.

"What is going on here?"

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