Chapter 10
Opal PoV
After much hissing and growling on our mates' parts, and much bitching and moaning on our parts, Bella, Beck and I are going with the family to the clearing where they play the vampire version of baseball. It is nearing midnight, and the wolves from La Push will be meeting us there. I don't know why Jasper threw such a hissy fit, especially when it had already been decided that I would help train the wolves. "You already trained Bella and Beck against our wishes. You don't need to needlessly put yourselves in harm's way. " I open my mouth to protest, but he places a cool finger against my lips. "I know you can't 'be harmed' but still the idea of someone hurting you regardless of whether or not you can feel it makes me uneasy."
"How about I promise to pummel anyone who does?" I reply. I had been mostly joking, but the look on Jasper's face tells me that's exactly what he'd like me to do. "Okay, if anyone so much as scratches me, they'll be eternally sorry. Deal?" he smiles and pulls me into him for a tight embrace and a searing kiss to seal the deal.
An hour later, we are standing in a loose semi circle, awaiting the wolves' arrival. The Denali coven has met us here, and are standing with us, Kate to my immediate left. She's burning with curiosity about whether or not her gift will work on me, or so Jasper tells me. I reach out to let her touch me. I feel the cold of her skin against mine, but no electric type shock that's supposed to go with it. She tries with Bella and Beck and gets the same results. Of course, she thinks they're still normal humans. "Those two have a gift, my brain is just defective," I explain.
"You're far from defective," Jasper whispers to me, his tone indicating that he's upset that I've put myself down.
"If I wasn't defective, the last ninety years would have been as unbearable as the first fifty. Trust me, I'm glad whatsherface damaged my pain receptors." He accepts my explanation and kisses my forehead, likely for the last time until the wolves leave.
"They're here," Edward says, likely translating for the wolves. "They'll stay in wolf form as that's how they'll fight. They also don't trust us enough to be in human form." I roll my eyes at that statement. If anything, the Cullens have proven to be allies to the human race and to the wolves, not mortal enemies.
"Why is Buffy here?" Edward translates before looking to me in confusion.
"I may or may not have informed several of them that I kill vampires," I whisper low enough that the wolves can't here me. Emmett chuckles lightly before sobering immediately when I tap the claw that's dangling around my neck. He gulps audibly then turns back to the wolves' arrival through the trees.
"She's fighting with us," Edward replies. "We all want to rid the world of these newborns and their creators, so we have a mutual enemy. Turns out, Buffy here, or Opal as we know her, has a score to settle with one of the creators. Jasper, too."
"Thank you all for joining us," Carlisle begins. "Not just for training with us tonight, but for fighting against our mutual enemy. I know this does not begin to mend the centuries old rivalry between us, but know that we will always honor this event and consider you allies of our own, and should the need ever arise, we will not hesitate to help you."
"We're here to protect our tribe and the town," Edward translates. "Nothing more." A russet wolf barks angrily at a black wolf, who must be the leader. "And to protect Bella and Beck, as they are our friends, too." The black wolf rolls his eyes and growls lightly at the russet wolf.
"That by itself is more than we could have asked for," Carlisle replies. "Jasper, would you like to begin the training?" Carlisle gestures to Jasper.
"Shall we begin?" Jasper asks stepping forward after casting an affectionate glance at me. I hope he isn't projecting that at anyone but me, or the wolves will know what we are to each other. I'd like nothing more than to shout from a mountain top that I am his mate, but that might not bode so well with the wolves, and wanting to keep them on our side for the time being. Bella waves at the large russet colored wolf that I can only now assume is her friend Jacob. He snorts in response and scratches his claws against the ground. It looks like he wants to come over here and sit by her, but isn't being allowed to.
Jasper turns to Emmett and beckons him to his side. "Emmett is going to simulate what an attack from a newborn will be like. They rely on their strength and speed, having little fighting skill." Emmett rushes at Jasper and tries to get his arms around his waist. Jasper moves to the side just as Emmett would have made contact. Emmett loses his coordination and barrels into a boulder, sending shrapnel and rock dust everywhere. "Remember to never let them get their arms around you. We're strong, but newborns are stronger for their first year. And I gather none of these newborns will be more than a few weeks old, two months at the oldest." One of the wolves yips in confusion.
"When vampires are freshly turned, they still have their human blood lingering in their tissues, making them stronger than those of us that have been around a while. This is why we need skill and numbers against them."
"Always try to go two on one whenever possible, and never turn your back on them. Until you know they're as good as ash. Bella, Beck and Opal will be here in the clearing with us, to assist in luring them in. They will be safe, we've made measures to ensure that. They also will assist in setting the pyres for each vampire we take out.
"There will be two older vampires that are the leaders and creators of the newborn armies. Victoria, the red head, that many of you are familiar with. And Maria, she's from Mexico, has black hair and will be the most vicious of all of them. Try to not engage any vampire alone, but especially not these two. Victoria has a knack for evasion and she will find a way out of any fight with any of us, but not before injuring someone severely. Maria is the one that trained me. She taught me everything I know about how to kill vampires, so she will be especially hard to kill. Do not underestimate either of them. If it seems like they're faltering or making mistakes, they're faking it. Believe me."
The wolves growl in defiance, indicating they don't like the way he's insinuating they won't be able to take out any vamp that crosses their path. "Now is not the time to be cocky," Jasper warns. "This is not a competition over who can kill the most vampires, this is to save Bella and Beck, the town, and the tribe from certain and imminent demise. If Victoria or Maria win, they will not stop at defeating us, they will only consider the battle fully over once they've destroyed everything and everyone that we all hold near and dear. Now, please pay attention closely, as you will need to apply these skills in your own way."
After Jasper shows Emmett exactly what not to do, Carlisle, Edward, Rosalie, Alice and Esme take their turns. None of them is able to best Jasper, though Edward and Alice come close. They have their own advantages though, and they will come in handy in the battle. I only hope that Maria is not aware of Alice and Edward's gifts. That will make them even more of a target than I am.
"Now I know that many of you are worried about your mates and the rest of your tribe back on your reservation, and that you plan to have at least two wolves stay behind to protect them. Opal here, has additional protection available." Jasper gestures for me to join him. I bring along my duffle bag of anti-vampire accessories and begin laying them out.
"I'm sure many of you are under the assumption that you are what the supernatural world calls werewolves. This is not true," I begin, and am met with a cacophony of growls and howls to contradict me. "If you'll please allow me to continue," I say sternly. "Now, you are not werewolves, but rather shape shifters. True werewolves are bound by the phases of the moon, and yes they do exist, though I gather there even more rare than you are by now. You all are able to phase whenever you like, regardless of the moon, and by definition are not werewolves. I've met other shape shifters like you throughout my travels. Not all wolves, but all share the same traits of being much larger than the animals you emulate, and the ability to phase back and forth as you please.
"Throughout my time, I've been able to acquire several things that have aided me in defeating and killing vampires. These are some examples," I continue. "I have here several werewolf claws and fangs. I know not how the man that gave them to me came to acquire them, but I do know they are very effective in cutting vampire skin." One of the wolves slinks closer to get a better look. "I also have these vials of werewolf saliva. If the fang or claw is dipped in this before stabbing a vampire, the saliva is poisonous to them, and they will be a pile of ash within minutes. But be careful with this as it is the werewolf saliva that turns humans into werewolves. Do not let it get into an open cut. You all are likely as immune to it as I am, but your human mates will not be.
"Even if your mates are only able to stab them with the blades, with no saliva, the vampire would be in excruciating pain, allowing them to continue cutting it to pieces or giving them enough time to get away. Once their skin is cut, venom will begin to seep out. As I'm sure you're aware, vampire venom is very flammable. I have these lighters as well that can aide in setting the vampires alight. I offer these to you to give to either your elders, your mates or whomever you deem fit to wield them." As I am collecting the items to put back in the duffle, one of the wolves phases to human form, and pulls on a pair of shorts with practiced speed and grace.
"Thank you," he says, holding his hand out to me. I grasp it briefly, noting how much warmer he is than I. "I'm Sam, the pack's alpha. My brothers mentioned meeting you recently; their memory of you is much different than what we see today."
"They threatened and insulted me," I reply. "I don't take kindly to either of those." I spare a glance at one of the wolves that I remember from that night and give him a solid death glare. He ducks his head submissively and it's all I can do to contain my smirk.
"Well I can say that we were previously unaware of the existence of slayers, and true werewolves for that matter." Sam picks up one of the fangs, and turns it over and over in his hand, his face painted with curiosity.
"Werewolves look a lot like you all do, but they're not as big, and they're mangy looking. You are all replicas of the animals your histories say you descend from, just much bigger versions. Werewolves are something else altogether. They are unruly, savage beasts that kill everything in their path, humans and vampires alike. They decimate villages, forests and only when the dawn breaks on a morning after a full moon are they able to escape their curse for another moon cycle."
"You speak as if you know," Sam says.
"I do, I've met my fair share of them. My fair share being one. I'd never bestow that upon even my worst enemy… well maybe my worst, but no one else. He tore my arm and leg off and chewed my torso down to the bone before the dawn broke. The only saving grace was that no humans had to die that night."
"This doesn't look very sharp," Sam observes, pointing the tip of the claw into his finger.
"that doesn't matter," I reply. "It's strong enough to slice through vampire skin either by the strength of the material or the magic behind it.
"He wants a demonstration," Jasper says, reading Sam's desire and curiosity, I imagine. Not that it wasn't obvious. "Emmett is less than enthusiastic about doing it again, but I am no stranger to pain, and endlessly curious of course." He pushes his sleeves up his arms to allow me access. Sam eyes the multitude of scars on Jasper's arms and realizes that he is not a vampire to be trifled with. Jasper smirks, reading Sam's emotions again.
"I won't use the saliva, as that would kill you. You've proven quite useful, so I think we'll keep you around." Jasper will know I'm joking, but he also knows it's important to me that the wolves think I remain impassive in regards to vampires. I take his hand in mine, and can feel the love pouring through him and into me. It's the only way he can show it right now. I feel bad for asking him to reign in his feelings for me, but he promised that he understood my reasoning.
"I'll just lightly drag it across his palm to show you how easy it is to do damage," I say to Sam. "Do the others want a closer look, too?" I ask, peeking up from Jasper's hand to glance at the other wolves.
"They'll be able to see it in my thoughts later," he replies. I remember Edward mentioning something about a combined pack psyche, that they can all read each other's thoughts in wolf form. Fascinating, that.
I drag the blade across Jasper's palm, eying him carefully as he winces in pain. I hold back my own wince, hating inflicting pain on my love. "There, you see the venom seeping out of the wound. As I mentioned before, it's very flammable. So even a single slice with this and a lit match will severely injure or even end one of them." The wound knits itself back together and Jasper shakes his hand, trying to rid himself of the sting.
"Thank you again," same says, slinging the duffle over his shoulder. "I know my fiancé will be happy to have this extra bit of protection, and I'll be able to fight with a clearer head, knowing she's safe."
"That was my intention," I reply. "And I'm only too happy to help." I give him a smile.
Jasper and I turn and walk away from Sam, as he heads back to his pack.
"That's worse than a bite," Jasper hisses. "Now I know why Emmett didn't want to volunteer twice." I reach out and take his hand, kissing his palm lightly. Jasper inhales sharply as I realize my mistake. I hear the sound of a wolf phasing and shorts being pulled on. I turn and see the same hot headed jerk that insulted me in the woods so many weeks ago.
"I knew it," he hollers at me, pointing an accusatory finger in my direction. "You're a leech lover! Just like Bella and Beck! You're a disgrace! How dare you call yourself a slayer, when you're screwing one of them. How can you? They reek of death! Especially this one! Besides, he's damaged goods. Just look at all his scars." That's the last straw. I drop Jasper's hand and lunge at the wolf, landing on his back before he can phase.
Jasper PoV
"Have care how you speak to me and my family, mongrel." Opal says, grabbing Paul by the ear and pulling him down to the ground. She kneels on him, digging her knee into his sternum. He winces in pain. "I'm stronger than you," she grits through her teeth. "And unlike you, I cannot be killed. So if you have any kind of self preservation, you'll keep your mouth shut in my presence, and that smirk off your face, or so help me, I will slap it off of you. Permanently."
"She's being sincere, Paul," I say, trying possibly in vain to save the young pup's manhood. I have no doubt that Opal truly will make good on her threat from the woods of placing his testicles in his throat. I swallow convulsively at the thought of that. Ew. I glance at Rosalie who is smiling smugly at the exchange between Opal and Paul. Opal had already grown on Rosalie after she learned that they shared a similar history, but now even more so. Rosalie is fiercely protective of this family, and seeing Opal react the exact same way she would, makes her feel proud to have Opal as a part of it. She shoves her knee further into his sternum causing him to growl in pain. He looks around frantically at his brothers for any kind of support, but they all know he messed up. Big time. This is his own battle to deal with on his own.
"Yes I am with him," she hisses. "I knew him when he was a human, and while he is now a creature that I despise, I love him still. And his family. They are not like other vampires, and you damn well know it." She punctuates her words by digging her fingers into his shoulder, immobilizing him. The blood seeps out of his wounds, making the vampires nearby grimace. The wolves smell awful, and their freshly spilt blood is even worse. Still the pack stands back and watches, fighting their emotions from interfering. Paul brought this on himself. "I know better than anyone that not all vampires are the same, despite your instincts that tell you otherwise. I've been fed from, beaten, and raped by more vampires than I care to count. And it wasn't until Jasper showed up on my doorstep that I knew there was another kind of vampire out there.
"You don't have one iota of the life experience that I do, and you base your hatred of this family on some old stories and superstitions written by members of your tribe that are long dead. I've lived these lives; I have first hand experience, and have seen every aspect of immortal life, and the dangers it presents. If anyone here has a right to hate vampires, it's me. But even I have the presence of mind to get to know someone before passing judgment. I suggest you do the same. If you all could get past your prejudices, you might actually be friends." She is met with one yip of approval from the young wolf, Seth. He always liked us, the few times he's been at Bella and Beck's house while we were visiting. Opal shoves her knee into Paul's chest one last time before pushing off him and joining me back in our semi-circle. Paul lays on the ground completely immobilized while the cracks in his sternum heal.
"Same time tomorrow night?" I suggest. Sam nods and promises that Paul will be better behaved. The wolves disappear the way they arrived, Paul having been slung over Embry's back as he hasn't healed enough to phase yet.
"Atta girl, sis!" Emmett enthuses, ruffling Opal's hair as we head back home. "I thought for sure you were gonna end him though. That could have been bad."
"Well since I'm not a vampire, your treaty doesn't apply to me, but I wouldn't be surprised if they found some loophole or a different way to interpret the words of it and use it against me. But Edward and Jasper can correct me if I'm wrong, but it seemed like the wolves didn't interfere because they knew Paul had made a mistake."
"Yeah, they were all calling him an idiot over and over," Edward confirms. "A couple of them might have been glad if you had killed him. It seems like he's definitely not the pack favorite. Always on a short fuse, starting fights over nothing, case in point. Many of them were even thinking that they wouldn't be too broken up if he were to be lost during the battle. He's a real black sheep, I guess."
"Opal, I must admit that I'm more than curious about those werewolf fangs and claws. You said a Voo Doo doctor gave them to you?" Carlisle asks.
"Yeah, I was on the run for a few years, in between covens, and found myself in new Orleans. A Voo Doo doctor saw me and knew what I was immediately. I guess he could tell by the scars or something. He asked if I was looking for protection from vampires and it piqued my interest. He showed me a multitude of things, including bullets made from vampire skin and teeth. Those can kill a werewolf or a shape shifter if dipped in venom, or tear a limb off a vampire. And if you're a sharp enough shooter, behead one. A werewolf pelt acts as a shield from vampires with telepathic gifts, having already been shielded from those thanks to that jealous mate, I didn't need one.
"He then gave me the claws and fangs of at least two werewolves along with several vials of saliva, and instructed me how to use them. I only ever got to use them once before another coven was upon me and I knew that it would just be futile for me to keep fighting them for eternity. So I stored them away for a rainy day, I guess. Said rainy day will be when Victoria, Maria and their minions come for us."
Once we're back at the house, Opal and I decide to retreat to our cottage for the night. I need alone time with her as much as she needs it with me. "Seeing you take down Paul was quite possibly one of the sexiest things I've ever seen," I whisper at her as we cross through the door into the main room.
"Well you know, the only reason I attacked him is to turn you on," she jokes.
"I am starting to get curious as to how rough I can get with you," I say.
"Well you need to practice using your aggression again, right? We have a big battle coming up, and I'd love nothing more than to help you take out that wench, Maria."
"We'll do it together," I promise. "Right after I have my wicked way with you." I lead her to the bedroom, shedding our clothing as we go. She takes the werewolf dagger off her neck and throws it in the opposite end of the room, as far away from me as possible, knowing that just being close to it makes me uneasy.
I lay her down on the soft downy mattress and gaze at the beauty that is my mate. "You are exquisite," I whisper. I lean down and kiss her fiercely, tasting her love for me on her lips. "We're so connected, Opal. I can actually taste your emotions. Love is especially delicious. Sweet and rich."
"Oh yeah? Well how does lust taste?" she asks as she switches our positions and is now sitting on top of me, her thighs squeezing my hips. She presses her lips to mine, pouring her emotions into her kiss. Lust is tangy, spicy and addicting. I tell her so and she grins against my mouth. Her center finds my arousal and moves across it ever so slowly, eliciting a long growl from deep within me. "I want you to take me, Jasper. I want you to have me the way you want me, as roughly as you want."
"So what you're saying, is you want me to fuck you," I hiss.
"Oh god yes," she breathes, I can feel her arousal increasing, coating me in it's richness. I flip us again and turn her around so she's facing away from me. I drag her by her ankles to the edge of the bed so I am standing up, lined up perfectly with her entrance. I can feel the heat of her coating me with desire; she wants it this way.
"You asked for it," I warn as I thrust into her in one swift, rough motion. She screams out at the connection and begs me to move. She is so warm and tight, it's all I can do to keep from climaxing right now. I slam into her over and over again, as she screams and encourages me to use more strength. I squeeze her hips tightly as I thrust into her wildly, I can see bruises forming and healing as I squeeze tighter and tighter.
"Oh Jasper, yes!" she yells. "Fuck me!" I am momentarily surprised that she wants me in this way. Hard, rough, aggressive and violent sex is not something I thought she'd ever want. But she continues to surprise me. I can feel her starting to convulse and clench around me as her climax nears. I can also tell it's going to be an explosive orgasm from the both of us. I reach up and grip the hair at the back of her neck as I continue to ram her. "Yes, pull my hair," she begs, I grip it tighter and tug on it as her climax washes over her. She starts thrashing about, screaming at the top of her lungs as her release takes over. She clenches around me, squeezing me so tightly it's almost painful. A fresh wave of her love and lust for me hits me and triggers my own climax. I let go of her hair for fear of actually tearing it out by the roots, and grip her hips tightly, now feeling her bones crack beneath my hands. I can't find it in me to care at the moment as the feeling is so damn good.
"Jesus, Opal!" I cry out as I shoot my seed into her. I collapse on the bed, half on top of her, still connected intimately. "Are you alright?" I ask after a beat.
"Um, I'm slightly better than alright," she replies. "I know you're asking because you cracked my pelvis, but to be honest it turned me on."
"Really?" I ask, turning on my side, and pulling her against me. I run my fingers down her side, feeling her hips to make sure her bones knit back together properly. Though I'm not a doctor, so I don't know for sure. I guess we'll know if she starts walking funny or has bones protruding in odd ways.
"Yes, I thought it was so sexy that you wanted me that way, and that you agreed when I asked for it. Not that I'm going to want it like that all the time, but definitely feel free to be as rough as you like."
"I'll take that into consideration," I reply pressing my lips to her neck, and covering her shoulder and upper arm with kisses. "Especially after a hunt, the bloodlust turns to regular lust… maybe I'll have you accompany me on my next hunt so I can ravage you afterwards."
"Oh yes, please!" she states, reaching back and grasping my newly hardened erection and stroking it with her hand. "Ready for me again, already?" she teases. "You might just be as insatiable as I am. She removes her hand and adjusts, arching her back so her entrance is aligned with me. I grasp her hip and slide into her smoothly. Her body is pressed up against mine from chest to knee, and I intend to keep it that way. She reaches back and grasps my hip, anchoring herself to me as we begin to move together, making slow, sweet, passionate love to each other.
"Yes, Opal. You feel amazing," I say into her neck, her hair tickling my face.
"Oh Jasper, so good. I love making love with you. In any way. Rough, gentle, slow, fast, all of it is out of this world." I slide my hand around to her front and rub my fingers against her clit, eliciting more moans and grunts from her. She digs her nails into my hip as she climaxes. Listening to her voice when she orgasms alone is enough to make me want to cum. I concentrate on her pleasure, rather than my own, which makes it possible for her to climax four times before I can't hold mine back any longer and release into her, while pressing my face into her neck, holding her tightly to me.
"Jasper! Opal! I'm coming in! Get decent!" Alice yells from outside the cottage. I rush to put on my pants, throwing Opal's clothing at her in my haste. She giggles at me and pulls on her panties and her bra at a normal pace. I glance at her in confusion.
"I'm not exactly modest, Jasper. And it's not like I have anything that Alice hasn't seen before, I mean, she has the same parts that I do."
"What's going on?" I ask.
"It's Laurent," she replies. "He got into a fight with Irina about wanting to hunt humans before the fight since it'll make us stronger and then he left. He's going to find Victoria to tell her… everything. He said that if we don't hunt humans, we won't be strong enough, and he doesn't want to be on the losing side. Irina almost went with him! We have to stop him. I didn't see it soon enough, he's already gone. Edward is chasing after him, but it won't be enough. I came to you because I knew you'd somehow know what to do."