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Chapter 9

A Girl Worth Fighting For

Jasper POV

Last time on The Life of Mary Alice Salvatore….

It's my job to worry. What kind of husband would I be if I didn't?" he asked me between kisses on my neck. I kissed him again and this time the kiss was so intense that I literally couldn't comprehend anything outside it. It was like Jasper and I were in our own little world, away from anyone and everything. I could have sworn I heard the door creak, but I was too happy and carefree to pursue the thought.

Then I heard it. The front door slammed loudly. Extra loudly, yanking me out of my spiritual state. I pulled away from Jasper and met the black eyes of my very angry father. Crap.

…..The Life of Mary Alice Salvatore…The Life of Mary Alice Salvatore….

Crap. That was the only word on my mind as Alice's biological father stood glaring at me by the front door. So much for a good 1st impression; this was not how I wanted him to meet me, with his daughter's tongue practically down my throat. He was the only thing standing in the way of me marrying my angle. Well, actually he wasn't really standing in the way. I was going to marry Allie whether he gave us his blessing or not, but I'd rather make Allie happy and get his approval. I know it would mean a lot to her.

Yet, something told me that that task will be harder to accomplish than I had previously thought. Also, something about him seemed… familiar? Or maybe it was just a vampire thing. Here goes nothing, I thought as I stuck my right hand out to shake.

"Jasper Whitlock, Sir. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." I drawled out, my southern accent very prominent in my voice. Damon looked down at my hand as if it was something unpleasant.

"Dad," Alice said in a warning tone. I tried to hide a smile and I succeeded. Oh, how I love that girl. He took my hand and gave it a hard shook, squeezing my hand hard, but of course it didn't hurt me. Trying to provoke me? Sorry, ain't gonna happen. I love her more than I'm afraid of what you're capable of, which by the way isn't much when you are as old a vampire as me.

Damon stared at me for a little while still not saying anything before he said; "Damon, Alice's father," and then he pulled his hand away… after I might have given it a ruff squeeze as well. He turned to Allie. She looked nervous and worried, but he smiled at her anyway and said;

"Allie, sweetheart, Elena needs your help downstairs with Stefan. He isn't eating and she is having a hard time getting to even move." Alice looked like she was about to cry.

"Is… is he okay? Is he hurt or something? The ravine you used on him should be gone by now," she mused the last part as she looked to the ground and brought her nails to her mouth. She started biting them; nervous habit.

I walked to her and took her hands out of her mouth. Bringing them to my face, I kissed them and told her;

"Don't worry. Elena probably just got here anyway so, why don't you go help her? I'm sure Stefan's fine, but you should still go help her. You know he connects to you more than he does with anybody. He might listen to you," I whispered to her with an assuring smile. I could practically feel Damon's eyes burning a hole in my back.

"But what about you?" she asked in a small voice.

"I'll be fine, besides I'm sure your father and I can get along for an hour or so, right Damon?" I asked turning around to look at my future wife's father. He looked at me, more like glared, but nodded curtly.

"All right, but I won't be long, I promise." She relayed as she started walking toward the stairs for the basement/dungeon. Right before she disappeared, she said something really fast in French, a language I have yet to learn. What she said sounded like;

"Papa, J'adore toi, mais je adore Jasper ect." Whatever that meant, I saw Damon nod once before Alice completely disappeared from sight. Damon turned to me and crocked his head to the side. He wanted me to follow him outside. I wonder why… not.

We both walked outside and he walked to what looked like a garage. Yet, instead of going inside, he turned left and started walking into the forest. I followed him for about 5 minutes until we were sure to be out of any vampire's hearing range from back at the house. Then he turned around and with a glare started talking.

"So, Jasper Whitlock, what do you want with my daughter?" he asked me.

"I want to marry her, Sir." He regarded me with squinty eyes for a minute or so before he commented.

"I don't believe you. You're a vampire, a Cold One to be exact. Vampires don't want to marry anyone, they just use people and eventually throw them away if not kill them," he stated coldly.

"Just because you do that doesn't mean all of us do," I stated confidentially. His eyes burned and he became a blur as he rushed at me. I swerved left just in time but he followed me again. We ran around each other for a minute or so, before we collided.

He punched me and I kicked his leg. We fought for a little bit, using our vampire speed and strength to help us get an advantage over the other. He ripped a branch from a tree and threw it at me, I barely dodged it before it landed heavily beside me. I didn't have enough time to recover from that, because the next thing I knew, I was pressed up against a tree by my throat.

"Did you really think I'd just let you marry my daughter?" He asked me as he tightened his grip on my throat.

"Just because your love used you and then dumped you doesn't mean Allie can't be loved by anyone." I managed to say to him before his grip tightened even more and I felt him grunt as he punched me in the stomach.

"Stay away from my daughter or I will end you," he declared as he literally stuck a knife into my chest. I tried my hardest not to scream and stay strong for my love. If Damon thinks this will stop me, he's got another thing coming.

He dropped my bleeding form, thinking I was one of those new borns who would just sit on the ground until their wound was completely healed. Not me. I got up and pounced on him. He looked surprised when he saw me coming. I bet he thought I was a new born. He had given me his back so it was very easy to tackle him. Never turn your back on your opponent. Rule number one in combat. You'd think someone who lived through the Civil War would know that.

I punched him in the face and used my super strength to make him fly into the tree. Using the same huge branch he tried to throw at me, I threw it at him. He was still recovering from my previous blow and didn't have time to comprehend the huge brown and green thing coming his way. He jumped away but half of the chunk of tree hit square in the chest, sending him flying in the air.

I ran to him and held him up by the throat, the exact same way he held me. I knew I was going a little too far, but I couldn't help it. He had started it and I needed to end it, also I don't take kindly to someone who says he is practically forbidding me from marrying my own future wife. That is what Alice is, my future wife and I don't care what even Damon has to say about it. It's not up to him, it's up to Alice. If she, one day, came to me and said; "I don't want to be with you anymore," and she gave me a legitimate reason why, I would let her go. I would not beg her to stay with me because I can't live without her, I would not lock her up and throw away the key; I would let her go. I love her and I love her enough to let her go even if it would kill me.

"I love her, got that? I love her and I am not about to let you take her away from me. Have you any idea if how much I had to fight to just be with her? None in the slightest probably. I know you're heartbroken and the love of your life's doppelganger is dating your brother, but that gives you no right to take away other people's happiness just because you're depressed, especially your daughter's. In fact, you should be doing everything in your power to make her happy. What do you think killing me is going to accomplish? I know she loves me and… you know it too." I dropped him as I realized something.; something big.

"Lieutenant Damon Salvatore…" I trailed off as I remembered something from my human life.

Today was my first day as youngest major in the Texas Brigade during the Civil War. I was excited about meeting some troops from Virginia that were coming to debrief us today. I've never actually seen battle before even though I'm the youngest major in the Texas Brigade, but I knew how it's supposed to go down and I wanted to make sure that I had all the information I needed before I arrive at war in 3 weeks time.

A group of horses halted in front of the camp's gates. The men guarding the gates waved them through after checking who they were. In total there were about 7 in total. Most of them had either blond hair or brown hair, but there was one who had curly black hair and blue eyes. He also seemed to be the leader of the group.

He dismounted from his horse with a scroll of paper pressed into his hand. After he was back on the solid ground, he walked up to me and asked;

"Where can I find Major Whitlock?"

"You're looking at him." I told him with my hands behind my back in a show of respect. He looked taken back, but recovered quickly and smiled.

"Well, then. It is you I should debrief to then," he told me.

An hour later…

Damon Salvatore, as I learned his name, finished debriefing me on the conditions of the Confederate Army, they were doing okay, but they could use some help. I was going to ride out in 3 months time with a small back up army to aid them.

"So, Major Whitlock, how is it that you're not even 21 yet and you are already a major?" Damon asked me as we sipped some tea in my tent.

"Jasper, please call me Jasper. Well, I don't really know. One minute, I'm training the new recruits and the next I'm named Major. The youngest major in the Texas Brigade." I retold him.

"Well, then Jasper. If you're the youngest Major in the Texas Brigade, you wouldn't mind teaching me a few things." He said as he got up and pulled his sword out. We spared for a little while as we laughed and had fun. We connected so fast, I swear it was like we'd known each other forever!

Soon, though, the day came when I had to depart to go assist the confederate army, and as I said goodbye to a great friend, Damon, he clapped me on the back and told me to be careful. I nodded as I got on my horse and rode out with 100 men close behind me.

After a couple of hours after our departure, we stopped and made camp by a lake after sun set. After I unsaddled my horse and gave it some food and water, I decided to take a walk. I ended up walking down the river when I saw about three ladies standing in the middle of the road.

Confused, I went up to them to offer my assistance in case they were hurt or stranded. As I got closer, I saw that the women were very beautiful and they were all starring at me with weird glint in their eyes.

"Good day, Ladies." I spoke as I took off my hat and lowered my head, just like any western gentleman. "May I offer my assistance?" I continued.

They all cooed as I got closer to them except for the tallest one. She struck me as the leader of the tiny group, and the other two women seemed a little dependent on her.

"You better do it, Maria. I don't know if I could ever stop," said the blonde one. The other one that I assumed her name was Maria had long brown hair that was put up into a bun and her dress was one of the south, but for some reason I could tear my glaze away from her face. Her eyes… they were red and she was inching closer to me.

"What's your name?" she asked me as she stood in front of me. I was like a statue, unable to even blink, but I found the strength to speak.

"Jasper Whitlock, Ma'am," I drawled out, but for some reason I felt like I was outside of my body while this was happening. I didn't feel like I was the one really talking.

"Well, Jasper, I hope you survive this. You could be important to me yet," she said as she leaned closer and then I felt a pain in my neck. After that, all went black.

I snapped out of my memory as I heard Damon chuckle. I glared at him as I shoved him.

"I can't believe you didn't remember me! It's only been like what? 100 years give or take. Not that long to forget a best friend." He relayed as he shoved me back. I shook my head as I play wrestled him.

"So, all that," I asked, indicating the whole stabbing and fighting thing. "All that was just a show?" I continued with my question.

"Yup," declared Damon as he tackled me to the ground and we rolled over again and again as we wrestled.

Eventually, when we were done catching up and informing the other of what we've been doing for the past 100 years, we got back to the subject at hand.

"So, was the part about me marrying Allie an act too?" I had to ask. I needed to know. I never thought I'd fall in love with my old friend's daughter, in fact, I didn't even expect to even ever see my oldest friend again. Last time I checked he was human, but I did fall in love with his daughter.

He stopped walking and turned to me. He looked at me, and I mean really looked at me. I felt that he could practically read my brain, which I knew was impossible, but it still felt that way.

"Do you really love her?" he asked seriously.

"Yes, I swear to you. I love her with all my heart and soul, if I still have one that is. And if I do, it belongs to her, I swear it, Damon." I tried to put every ounce of passion I had into that statement and I guess it worked because he nodded and then said;

"Well, then I couldn't find a finer man if I looked myself." He smiled at me and I hugged him. Not in a girly way, but in a manly sort of way. We didn't really hug; it was more of a hard clap on the back from a close position.

Anyway, I was elevating! Finally! I finally had the approval of Allie's biological father, which was all I had left in the way. I was glowing as we approached the house and went in. The moment we closed the door behind us, Allie rushed at us with vampire speed.

At first, she looked relieved, and then she started to look sick and horrified. I gave her a confused expression as I tried to understand why there were waves of worried and negative emotion rolling off of her.

"Allie, sweetheart, are you okay?" I asked her as I lowered my head to her eye level. She burst after that. She tuned to Damon and started yelling in a different language. I tried to calm her down with my powers but she seemed to be immune at the moment.

"How could you? How could you? After how much I told you I loved him? How could you hurt him?" she cried, literally. Tears started falling and I grabbed her close to me. She didn't try to get out of my embrace, but rather held on tighter.

"Allie, Baby, what are you talking about?" I asked her as Damon looked at us with a confused expression on his face.

"He stabbed you, didn't he?" she sobbed out. "I knew I should have never left you alone with him. He hurt you…" she dragged off as she sobbed into my chest.

I looked down at my once clean shirt. It was now torn in some places and had dirt everywhere, but what made me understand her sadness, was the huge red clot on my shirt. It was clearly blood and I waved Damon to see it and a look of comprehension came to him, which replaced the look of sadness.

"Allie, Sweetheart, it is okay. We were just messing around, right, Jasper?" said Damon. I nodded and assured his statement.

"What do you mean you were just messing around? Dad, you never mess around like that!" she wailed. I looked at Damon and crooked my head at him. Picking up Allie, I rested her head on my shoulders and then shushed her.

"Shhhh. Allie, it's okay. Damon's right. He was just being an idiot, but I'm fine, I promise." I assured her as I walked her to the parlor with the fire place. Damon took a hint and didn't follow. I sat down on the love seat and waited until she was done crying.

Finally, when she was done, I moved her from the crook of my neck onto my lap. Her red, puffy eyes stared back into mine as I wiped away some of her tears.

"He said yes by the way," I finally told her. She sniffed cutely, but didn't do anything, then her eyes widened and she smiled a huge smile. That's when she kissed me. We kissed for a little while but then it was time to breathe and I needed to tell her the rest.

"There's more," I informed her.

10 minutes later…

I told her everything. How I forgot one of my best friends from my human life, how I knew Damon before, and how Damon was acting like he was going to keep us apart.

"So, you mean… he knew? That all 'this' was just an… an act? The whole trying to get to my room to strangle me and the whole stabbing you thing? All that was just an act?" Allie asked me as if she couldn't believe it.

"Yup," I nodded and rubbed her back again. She was still sitting on my lap and every time she tried to move, I wouldn't let her. I rather liked her sitting there; it made me feel like she was safe and that I would be able to protect her from anything/everything.

"So, what's up with Stefan?" I asked, wanting to change the subject.

"Oh, he's great… well, as great as you can be when you are locked in that creepy and depressing cellar." She stated as she sat sideways on my lap. Her legs were both on my right side. She pulled some of her hair away from her face as she sighed.

"When do you think he will going be able to come out?" I asked her as I ran my hand through her hair.

"I don't know, Jazz. I'm hoping next week, but it doesn't matter when his body will be ready, it's when he, himself, will be." She told me as she rested her head on my shoulder. She yawned while her eyes flitted closed. I knew she wouldn't be asleep until her arms fall limp on my chest, so I just stroked her hair until she fell asleep, which she did in a matter of seconds.

But right before her beautiful, big, brown eyes closed for the day, she whispered something that sounded like; "But he won't be at peace, not until he tells Elena what really happened in 1864." I wondered what she meant, but didn't dare wake her up to ask. I got off the couch, gently picking up Allie and making her comfortable in my arms. I walked slowly to the stair case and ascended.

As I walked by Stefan's room, I saw a sad looking Elena standing there getting some clothes from a white tote bag. She lifted her head, saw me holding a sleeping Allie and smiled. I smiled back as I walked past the room and straight into Allie's room. Setting her on the bed, I tucked her in and then kissed her forehead. Right after that, I moved some of her hair so that it didn't bother her neck and that's when I saw the bite mark.

Yes, Alice, my future wife had a vampire bite mark on her neck… and it wasn't from me either. What I did next I was sheepish to admit, but the only thing I saw after that was red. Not blood red, but murderous red. I was shaking with rage as I ran out of the room using my vampire speed and went straight to Damon's room. I threw the door open and just let myself go.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I was holding Damon high up against the wall by his neck and was squeezing. My vampire fangs were out and I was hissing. Damon was trying to claw my arms off of him, but it was kind of impossible to move a Cold One Vampire's arm once it's been put somewhere. That was one of the differences between Cold One Vampires and the likes of Damon and Stefan; Cold One Vampires get stronger fast.

"What are you doing?" he tried to tell me as he continued to claw at my hands.

"Alice has a bite mark on her neck," I informed him as I leaned into him, causing him to hurt more. I honestly don't know what I thought at the time, but of what I could gather, I think I believed that Damon was the one responsible.

"What are you talking about?" he attempted to say.

"Alice has a Vampire bite mark on her neck, right on her jugular… your favorite spot." I declared, squeezing his neck harder.

"And you think it was me? She is my daughter for crying out loud, do you think I'd really hurt her?" he said and that made me realize he was right. He couldn't have done it, I mean I know Damon can be evil, but hurting his own daughter? No, it was impossible. So, that is why I found myself, after being reasoned with, dropping Damon.

He grabbed at his neck the moment he was loose and messaged it for a split second. I should have known something would happen as I went flying into the air. Damon threw me into the book shelves in his room. When I tried to get up, he punched me in the face and threw me into the air once again. I landed by the wall that time with my eyebrow bleeding. There was glass on the floor and I felt dizzy. Damon was standing over me… I think. I was just too very dizzy to see well.

"Jasper! Jasper, can you hear me? Jasper!" I heard Allie's voice scream at me. I realized my eyes were closed and when I opened them I found Allie right in front of me with a very worried expression.

"Alice?" I said weakly. She looked like she was about to cry. Putting her hand on my face, she nodded and I leaned into her. That was the last thing I remember before everything went black.

"Jazz. Jazz, sweetie, wake up. Come on, I know you can do it. Jazz?" those were the words that kept going through my brain, but for some reason I just couldn't comprehend what they meant. It was like someone was speaking Chinese!

After a couple of minutes of the repeating Chinese words, they started turning into English. And that's when I opened my eyes and saw Alice. She had a stressful look about her and dark circles under her eyes. Her long hair was in a cute braid and she was clearly tired.

"Alice?" I croaked out. Upon hearing me call her name, she looked my way with a snap. Looking very relieved, she hugged me.

"Jasper, you're okay," she breathed out. I hugged her back and sat up. Looking around, I found myself in Alice's bedroom. When I sat up, my head immediately went into overdrive because the next thing I knew, I was withering on my back on the bed, clutching my head.

"Jasper! Jasper, come down!" I heard Allie say. I tried to do what she told me to do, but my head hurt a lot. I heard someone scream and tried to find out who it was, but the pain in my head was so great that I was unable to do anything but ponder over it.

It felt like my brain was popping, literally. Like the veins in my brain were popping! I withered and groaned as I clutched my head. Then, it suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and saw a teary Allie standing next to an African American teenage girl. I recognized her as Bonnie from Mystic Grill and the school.

She was glaring at me and had a murderous look on her face. Did I mention all of this was positioned toward me? Alice was standing there with her hand around Bonnie's wrist as if trying to stop her.

"Bonnie, he didn't do it, I swear! Jasper doesn't drink human blood!" she wailed at Bonnie, but she didn't even look at me. She was too busy glaring at me. I sat up straight and attempted to get off the bed. It was hard, but I managed. I walked over to them, or rather close to them.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my head still spinning.

"A hiker was found dead in the forest," Alice told me. Her face had a worried expression etched into it; it was so profound that I thought it might be permanent.

"And she thinks I killed him," I stated bluntly. Bonnie moved closer to me and said;

"I know a vampire did it, but no normal vampire could have bitten him the way he was bitten." She said menacingly.

"How did you know I was a vampire?" I inquired, curious. I thought I acted pretty normal at the Mystic Grill, as normal as anyone.

"I'm a witch. All I had to do was touch you and I would have known, which I did by the way." She stated.

"Interesting. Can you're mom do that?" I asked Alice. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Um… I think," she replied, still looking at me like I was crazy.

"Cool." I thought out loud. Then Piper knew I was a vampire when Alice first brought me to meet them. Wow, she really is a great mom.

"Well, to answer your theory; no, I did not kill the hiker… but I know who did," I declared darkly.

"Who?" asked Bonnie as if she didn't really believe me but wants to know what I'm going to say next.

"It's the same person who bit Alice," came my reply as I looked at her. Her eyes widened and she looked down ashamed. Yup, that answers my question about if she knew.

"Alice? Bitten?" asked Bonnie with a confused look. Alice moved to her right side and yanked her braid away from her right side of her neck. There it was; the bite mark. It consisted of about 6 holes and they looked deep, but they had partly closed and I hoped she didn't get infected or anything. Those types of bites take a long time to stop bleeding.

I walked over to her and brushed a finger across the marks. She winced slightly when I pressed a little too hard on one of the holes. Bonnie looked over me and gasped when she saw the marks.

"The same one?" I asked. She nodded still shocked.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked her. She shook her head slowly. I turned to Bonnie.

"Bonnie, could you give us a minute?" I asked her politely.

"Of course. I'll be outside… and by the way, I'm sorry." She told me.

"No problem," I assured her as she left the room, closing the door behind her. I walked behind Allie and put my arms around her waist. Kissing her neck, I made sure I didn't put pressure on the bite mark.

"Where is he?"

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