Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.

Rating: Rated 'T' for 'Teen'. May change later.

Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires

Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence

Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte

Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella

09. Salivate

Bella's P. O. V.

Something was wrong. I knew my parents, my father especially. No matter how many times I assured the man, he would've checked in by now. He was a family man and a worrier. We came before everything else, so for him to not have called me by now, with it nearing midnight, something went terribly wrong. I fled the house, forgoing my truck. If they were in trouble, my baby wouldn't be able to dish out the speed necessary to get there as soon as possible.

What if they stumbled across other vampires? Although Mother was a great fighter, she wasn't fantastic. She could take an average vampire in a fair fight. Father was much better and fought dirty, but he relied on brute strength far too much. What if they came across more of those werewolves that they found back when they lived in Washington? Those beasts were made to slaughter our kind. If a single hair was harmed on their heads, I would destroy the people that touched them. No one hurt my family. With that conviction, I tried even harder to get there before anything serious happened.

As I approached the forest they were supposed to be in, I took to the trees. I would be much quieter up here and less expected. Plus, it was easier to launch into one of my death rolls if I came from above. When I finally felt their minds in my mental range, I released a sigh only to muffle a snarl when I felt even more. Quickly I came to a halt.

My parents had the worst of luck. Not only did they come across some more vampires, but they found four of them, three of which were gifted! An empath, a clairvoyant, and a seer. The empathic abilities weren't anything new, but assisted the variation of the gift I received from mother to work with quite a bit more ease. I'd have to work with that to see how it differentiated from the vampire's talent. The seer, that was something I appreciated having run into, though, soon, I would probably regret. As for the clairvoyant, I wasn't sure what this particular gift was doing. It was forcefully shoving information into my head, bits and pieces of data that I didn't need. Honestly, it was confusing.

'Maria's on the move. She's ready to take over Texas again. She wants The Major.' Alright, but who was Maria? Who was 'The Major'? 'The Mexican Goddess of the South. The God of War. Jasper Whitlock.' I'd have to ask Mother and Father about that.

'The Cullens are coming.' Well, that was nice to know, but when? 'January 1960.' We'd be gone by then. We weren't planning on leaving until the following August, but oh well. Would we need to leave immediately? 'When the school year ends.'

'Michael Amitz will fail his math test tomorrow.' Still didn't make it any less confusing. 'Buy into Sony.' I wasn't going to ask why.

Suddenly, a part of my mind was taken over by a vision, still leaving me able to maneuver, but a bit dazed. A blonde haired man with a little more scars than Emmett snarled. After a minute or two of deliberation he charged forth. My father was already missing his arms and couldn't defend himself. Mother tried to aid him, protect him, but she was unable to as a medium height woman with a petite build rushed her. She was far more skilled and quickly bested her. The short girl, a female with a halo of inky locks screamed at them, begging them to stop. The man next to her, a fellow who was nearly my father's massive height charged into the battle, trying to tear his coven mates off of my family. It was already too late, the wheat haired girl began the pyre. The little woman tried fighting her off, but her gift wasn't working. She was defeated almost as soon as the battle started. Very quickly, limbs were tossed into the fire, and the pieces her mate would toss her. "We're going to die. It's all your fault Charlotte. It's all your damn fault! We're going to die."

I almost missed the tree I was leaping towards as I heard the snarl in the present. Immediately, I refocused on the psyches of my parents and noticed that even though I couldn't see the auras of their persona and emotions, I could still sense them, almost taste them like I could find the flavors of their mind. No more would I have to meet someone to know what they were like and what they were feeling. Well, if I could do that, could I still manipulate their emotions from this distance?

I mentally tugged on different fabrics from their psyches, receiving tastes along the way, and mentally seeing the color it associated with surge from the person like a reversed lightning bolt heading to the sky. At the same time, the emotions touched my lips, dancing across my finger tips. Strangely, I noticed these same 'fabrics' were sheer, floating in the air towards me in very tall threads, reminding me of how Father once described to me as the Aurora Borealis.

Working with the ones connected to my mother and father, I pulled at the dark and sickly red one until it burst. Immediately, I knew they felt no more fear. Quickly I began yanking on the other negative emotions, hatred and worry, until they disintegrated into the air. Afterwards, I tried forging a new emotion in them, something light and wispy, peace. It worked! This time, I tried using an already active line, their love towards me, and flooding it with even more. That worked too! Then, I worked on the snarling male. I could feel that the empath was trying to calm him, overflowing his system with peacefulness and submission; unfortunately, it wasn't working how he was probably wanting it to. I searched out his mind, since I wasn't used to feeling it as often as my parents' it was a tad more difficult, but nothing I was sure I couldn't handle. I grabbed a hold of the light but stormy fabric, feeling a lot like worn cotton, and wrenched at it multiple times until it broke; unlike with Emmett and Rosalie, his didn't fall apart easily, it was more temperamental to work with. Even still, I tried taking a hold onto the malevolent and dark thread, feeling it bite into my mind and scratch at me. My skin felt like it was on fire! His aggression and violence was volatile and painful. I worked as quickly as I could, putting all of my strength until I felt it explode back at me.

I was knocked off of my perch and began falling to the ground, I quickly tried righting myself, twisting in the air until I found another branch, much larger, for me to land on. Thankfully, I was too far away to be heard and if they did, they would simply think I was an animal. Not losing a beat, I took a dark and stagnant looking fabric, feeling almost silky to the touch and began shoving it into his mind. The lethargy set it quickly. There was a momentary surge of surprise from him, an empty looking blue that felt a bit rough and tasted salty on my lips, before it vanished. "Peter, are you okay?" Charlotte questioned her mate. He nodded, trying to shake off the tiredness but it was ineffective. "What did you do to him Jasper?" "I didn't do a damn thing." She turned her aggression towards my parents, ready to start up the firing squad. "What did you do to him?" she screamed, Jasper rushing forth to hold her back.

I just couldn't get a break! Quickly, I enhanced her concern for her mate, hoping that would keep her from trying to attack my family. I could see confusion, this scratchy abyss that began bubbling up like sludge from Jasper's mind and felt like powdered chalk stuck in my throat, choking me; I swiftly squelched it and replaced it with helpfulness, a grassy green that felt like my fluffy and soft quilts at home and tasted like a warm, hearty soup that was surprisingly a little bit sweet.

Soon, I sensed Mama's and Daddy's minds heading back to the road to their vehicle. After a few minutes, I followed suit. I didn't know what happened to the emotions I forged into them, but I knew the broken ones wouldn't be returning the moment I left. They'd have to get angry all over again.

Reaching the road, I saw my parents were already gone, the seer gift showing me that they were headed back home. I charged after them, much faster than Mother's car so I easily caught up. When I knew I would be successful, I launched myself at the hood, feeling my knees and palms make little indents in the metal as I landed with a loud bang. Feeling their distress begin again, I held back my hair with one hand and leaned over until I could see their faces inside of the car. I smiled at them apologetically and received a similar one in kind.

"Move to the back, Daddy. I'll help you with your arms while Mama drives." Someone retched open the window for me, most likely Rosalie seeing as Emmett's arms were in pieces, and I easily slid inside and twisted myself over the seats to get into the rear with my father. "Mama, you should study my anatomy books, it helps with realigning the parts." Looking through the near dozen pieces, I tried to figure our which one went on first.

"I never hope to get in another situation like that where that kind of information is needed."

"Still, better safe than sorry. I'll give them to you in a couple of days after I finish rereading them. Would you like them, Daddy?" I got a rough nod in return. "Did they rip out your tongue, because I don't know if I can put that back on…" He shook his head. "What's wrong?" The moment he opened his mouth, a mass amount of venom spilling out, I knew. His body was trying to make up for the venom he had already lost from the lost parts; unfortunately, a great deal of it was heading to his mouth first. "When we get home, Mama will get you something to eat. It'll help quicken up the process."

Finally having sorted through it all, I put the piece to the shoulder up to his mouth for him to salivate on before moving on to the next one. If I was the one to do it, my venom would burn him, more-so than another vampire's venom they've said, and although Mother's venom doesn't cause him pain, she was driving and it still leave scars. Since Emmett would be providing the saliva, he wouldn't hurt and he wouldn't be scarred up from the mass amounts of liquid needed to mesh the parts together. Of course, some of them had been bitten off and were already marked from Peter's slobber, so we couldn't do anything about that.

Each of the pieces had to be held on while they fused together and took about forty-five minutes a piece. It was a rough estimate seeing as some were tricky and took a while longer. And, if any of them were done wrong, I had to rip them back out mid-fuse to turn them differently. This nearly caused a crash the first time I did it. Father snarled at me loudly, spittle flying everywhere, and Mother whipped around to see what was going on. It wasn't until I frantically informed her that we were about to drive off of the road that she turned back around and told us to warn her next time.

Needless to say that we weren't done by the time we arrived at the house. I continued working on him, this time switching over to the couch for comfort. After Mama got him a couple of rabbits to feed on, she switched over to Drool-Duty. Daddy didn't mind the scars as long as it was over with quicker, and having to produce the venom himself slowed the procedure down a great deal since he needed those fluids elsewhere.

Eventually we finished it up, and I released a sigh of relief. Which was promptly changed to one of my growls as I rushed him and bit into his granite flesh. Peter and Mama wouldn't be the only ones giving him scars today. I repeatedly released the spot only to sink my teeth into him again, digging deeper until it nearly popped off; this made for a thick scar once I completed my handiwork.

Once I was done with him, I stalked over towards Rosalie, who was backing away, her hands held up in defeat. She wouldn't be escaping me. No. This was my family. Mine! Had I not gotten so worried and went after them, I would have lost them. Did they not understand? They were mine! My mother. My father. All mine!

"Bella, baby, be reasonable. You gave me one a few days ago. I don't need another." I growled at her and shoved mass amounts of obedience at her that she tried to push away. Typically, I wouldn't use my gifts against them unless we were training, but they had to see, to understand. "Don't bite, no."

I lunged, trapping her down in my physical shield until I got a good enough hold on her to keep her still. "Mine," I snarled at her before doing the same biting technique on her that I did to Daddy. Where Emmett was mostly silent through the ordeal, she whimpered and whined; she did every time I marked her as my mother.

Why couldn't they understand? They're mine. My family. My parents. Without them, I would have nothing, be nothing. They were all I had, aside from Nahuel and Huilen, but they didn't count. They weren't mine. These two people were mine.

I had a constant stream of information flowing into one of my many trails of thought. Vampires could have anywhere up to thirty or forty trails of conscious thought. Subconsciously, they had even more. In this, they could think of multiple subjects and never received a headache. Thankfully, this was a trait I inherited, sans the headache-less-ness. I still got those sometimes. With these added on gifts, they took up some of my mental head space. Three of these were the visions; they never stopped. Some of this was the different instances that might happen within my family, some was what was happening to Aunt Huilen and Nahuel, others was the speedy shifting in the stock market, or what was going on in Jasper's coven, or even within the Cullens. Another trail of thought was Peter's gift. Everything that flowed in, information that related to me and information that didn't. It was all sorted through and memorized just like those visions.

Then we had the empathy. Everything everyone was feeling within my mental radar of about six or seven miles, the possible reasons behind it, and how it could be changed. Also, when anything living came under my mental radar, those minds were categorized as who was who, if I knew them and their personalities. It was difficult. Plus, since I was now a seer, it was also working to better my gifts. How to expand the distance I could 'throw' out my mental radar, how to follow the change in emotions much more easily, how to do anything at all. With some of these things, I wouldn't even have to practice them to have them memorized how to do them perfectly. With others, like the expansion of my radar, I would have to work it, like a muscle. Most of these, like the seer gift and clairvoyance, I'd let them be. There wasn't any changing that. Those gifts would never develop over time.

Finally, we had the subjects all normal vampires could do. Perfect recall. There were a few trails of thought that were consumed with going over all the things I've read, seen, and heard to see how any of it might relate to what's going on in my life now. All in all, my mind was cluttered but it a capability of so much more. Even still, Peter's clairvoyance was annoying.

'Jasper's yours too.' It strangely sounded much like my own voice, but raspier, like I was a chain smoker and drank a lot of whiskey. 'If you left now, you'd find him alone, hunting.' Perhaps I didn't want Jasper. After all, didn't Maria want him? 'He's yours, not hers! Yours!' Didn't make a difference to me.

'He's your mate.' I froze before tugging harshly on the mouthful of my mother's flesh. That was impossible. My kind didn't have mates. 'Major Jasper Whitlock is the mate of Isabella Marie McCarty.'

No. That couldn't be true. It wouldn't be true. I'd change it. I didn't need a mate. I have my mother and father; it's all I'd ever need. I wouldn't let that happen.

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